Vampire Drinking Blood From Neck Novels & Stories

She stood still for a while, then finally made it to the door. Eva held the door knob and twisted it, then opened the door. She slowly stepped out of her supposed room and her eyes widened at the horror. It was a man sucking blood out of the neck of a woman. She would have thought he was kissing but blood was dripping down her neck . He was sucking her blood vigorously without a care in the world. Eva trembled, she knew that he had noticed her presence but that didn't deter him from continuing in his feed. He was savoring each second of draining life from the poor woman.

The lady was brought to him. “Watch...” he said to the members, then he tore away the thing tied on the girl’s lips, gripped her and the next second he sinks his already shot out fangs into her neck and suckled on her blood until she was weak and could barely fight for her life. Then he let her go and she wobbled to the floor in a heap. He looked up to meet the faces of the vampires, with blood dripping down his teeth and a smirk lurking at the corners of his lip.

She relented and I tasted her for several minutes before I moved to her neck and bit down. “Ahh!” She cried out as I gave her pleasure. I grabbed her tits and squeezed them while I continued sucking her blood. I suddenly felt a sting when she bit my neck in return. Good girl. She ground up on my crotch, needing friction. When vampires feed on each other, they always fuck. The pleasure is just too great to resist. I stopped sucking to tease her, “you need me, baby?” She looked at me with blown wide pupils, “yes.” “Take off your clothes.” I commanded.

I rasped against her ear. I felt her heart skip a beat. A dark, rosy flush crept up her throat and across her cheeks. She didn't pull away. Instead, she tilted her head to the side, exposing the delicate, pulsing line of her jugular. It was a silent invitation that made my fangs tingle with a sharp, insistent ache. I leaned down, pressing my face into the crook of her neck. I breathed in her scent and that intoxicating copper tang of her blood. I kissed the skin lightly, and then sucked on the spot, hard.

She pouted then trudged out of the room. Nadia widened her eyes as the man came closer to her. He lifted his own wrist to his mouth and chomped down. The sound of breaking skin sent a cringing shiver down her spine. Blood pooled from the prick and Damon offered her his wrist. Nadia instantly shook her head. “You’re delusional.” She retorted. Damon furrowed his brows. “Vampire blood heals little wolf.” He urged his wrist forward for her to take. “I’m not drinking that.” She pursed her lips.

"You must take her blood until she's at the point of death. Then she must ingest enough of yours to sustain her through her transition." I sank my teeth gently into Monica's ruined neck. Her pulse was so weak. She would have never made it back to the States. I drank as her blood pumped weakly into my mouth. Her death blood had a bitter quality and made me feel strange. When I had nearly drained her, I stopped, brought my wrist to my lips, and tore through it so my blood would run freely. Ignoring the pain, I gently pressed my wrist to her mouth. My blood dribbled out and ran down her chin. I pushed her head back and saw her swallow. She choked and coughed, but I didn't remove my wrist. I ben

She said inwardly as she quickly walked back to her room. After the intense sex, Camilla held onto Sebastian on the bed. "That was good" she said biting her lips while looking into Sebastian's eyes. "Yes but something bad is about to happen" Sebastian said and Camilla blinked repeatedly and before she could ask why he said that, Sebastian moved quickly and she felt something sharp sinking into her neck. She wanted to scream but instead tears fell out of her eyes as she felt Sebastian sucking her blood. "What...are you? Camilla asked while crying. She had heard about stories of vampires but never believed it. Even now, she wished it was a dream. A bad dream. Pulling away from her neck, Sebast

Dominique walked up to me and looked into my eyes. It was almost as if she was looking straight into my soul. She placed her hand on the side of my face and kissed me. When she broke the kiss, she tilted her head and guided my head down to her neck. I hesitated at first but then plunged my fangs into her neck. I began to drink from her. I began to drink deeply when I tasted her blood, and a groan left me. I was going to have her with me forever. But something was wrong. Her blood was wrong. I jerked back as I realized it was not just her blood that I was tasting.

There’s no tingling at the back of my neck this time, just the long, lonely call as my wolf half howls. Clutching my mate to my shoulder, I turn her head and bite the back of her neck as I have a thousand times before, and because it’s the only place besides her face that isn’t covered in vampire holes. I can feel the catalyst flowing, the emptying of the gland as the smooth stream of venom flows along the back of my canines to be whisked away into her bloodstream. Only there’s barely any blood left in her. Her body’s wicking up the catalyst fluid like a dying plant with water and because I don’t know what else to do, I give every drop I can muster.

The man blasted her for being a filthy Mexican whore who would allow him to take her this way for money with each thrust, and the pain was excruciating. “Stop!” Maria sobbed. “It aches!” To enter Maria from behind, the stranger persisted in pushing till he finally gave up and sat back on his heels. Maria was happy that the man had given up and had hoped that he would roll her over, fuck her, and move on like the previous men. Instead, she felt him lift her to her feet by grabbing her by the neck. He put his arm across her chest, sank his teeth into her neck, and put his other hand over her lips. Maria’s body drooped limply onto the bed for a few minutes as the stranger, a vampire, drank the