Erotic Vampire Novels & Stories

Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes. Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood. "Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked. She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh. I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.

It doesn’t take long before he feels his canines lengthen wanting him to mark his mate, only he doesn’t mark her shoulder, moving slightly and sinking his canines into the swell of her breast making her scream again. Erebus pulls out his canines, moves his mouth over to her other breast and sinks them in again making her scream again. He does this again and again swapping from one breast to the other all while increasing the thrust of his cock faster, harder and deeper inside her until his body explodes and shoots jet after jet of his seed inside the weak vampire female.

I ask, and Marian sighs, her red eyes looking tired. “Nina, Eros is a vampire. He needs blood, to feed on blood. He won’t hurt you. Just a small amount is enough to quench his thirst. And now, in this phase, as he reaches greater age, the thirst grows stronger and the body’s desires flare up.” I absorb the information, but the part about him not hurting me—I don’t agree with that at all. “You said he won’t hurt me, but what about the others who died before me?” She rolls her eyes and huffs, annoyed.

He gulped down and went on, "I-If she is mated to the prince of vampires, she... she is even more mated to me because the o-only contribution of her being vampire was a blood while ours, her... her blood and flesh, h-heart and what she lived in was in the werewolf." Drake scoffs, "No matter what you say, you're not going to get her." He stepped to place the tray on the cement floor and looked at Eros with a smirk. He went on, "Look at yourself now. I have high expectations of you, you are the Alpha that they say is hard to fight but where are you? Why are you tied to those chains and weak." Eros did not answer. He also didn't seem to care about the insults Drake was dropping. He spoke again,

It was because time decided to slow down the second time I twirled her, giving my body time to overtake my mind once again and decide that I was going to dip her. It was because of how she gracefully hooked her hands behind my neck, like she was the master of an art that she had never tried before. And that smile. That damn smile she gave me. That damn perfect smile. That's where I lost it. I let out a deep sigh, turning the water down to its coolest temperature. I've been on this earth for over four centuries and never have I once felt something like that in regards to someone else. Vampires are greedy creatures. We see something that we want and we take it. That's just how we work.

He gave Nathan a significant look as if to remind him of something. “So what? Crystal asked. “Should I be honored? Well, I’m not, and it will never work out between us.” “You don’t get a say in the matter,” Eric sneered, and he seductively licked a pool of blood from his bottom lip like a vampire. “I’m tough, and I always get the last laugh,” he said. “Besides, I love the way you taste, and I’m looking forward to the next time I’m able to press my lips against yours.” He straightened up and shot Nathan a determined look. “She will be mine!”

“Don’t go.” As soon as Becca’s warm hand touched his cold one, a feeling of warmth reached Alexander. At that instant, his red eyes turned green, as if her single touch calmed the savage beast within, a vampire. It was the first time his anger was vanquished into calmness with a single touch, that too with the touch of Becca Hertford. He thought, what was this Becca Hertford?

Apparently, last-night-me had decided we were now writing about vampires. Specifically, a vampire falling in love with a woman hunted by his kind. She was brave. He was tortured. There was a scene where he saved her from a rogue and then watched her sleep while battling his own thirst. I skimmed through it, cheeks heating. It was good. Embarrassingly good. And clearly inspired by a certain brooding neighbor who refused to stay out of my subconscious.

I can't wait for her to be done, I swiftly turn her on her back and also sink my fang into her neck. I feel her stiffen under me. Her blood came dripping out of the two tiny puncture wounds that I made and I suck greedily. After I'd gotten a mouthful, I offered my neck with the blood still dripping out for her to suck. Taking each other's blood during sex is another level of pleasure for werewolves. It's erotic. I have never seen a more potent aphrodisiac. Afterward, we kiss and taste each other's blood. She pulls away from our kiss first and chuckles.