Again he pressed his lips against mine the texture warm and soft. For the moment I let him take the dominant role. We both knew I was the stronger but I allowed him to pin me against the closet wall. I ran my hand down his chest feeling the developed muscles tighten against my touch. Lower still my hand went over the rough denim of his jeans until my hand covered his crotch. Squeezing it gently I heard him moan, the noise reverberating in my mouth. Grasping the bottom of my t-shirt he pulled himself away tugging and pulling it over my head to reveal my pale white chest.
My sensitive skin tingled as he ran his fingers over my chest and a loud moan erupted from me when his finger trailed over my right nipple.
Breathing in his heady scent I felt my fangs descend as I lost control.
I froze as I looked at him and so did he for a moment before he leaned in and gently ran his tongue around my lips before gently nipping the skin against my fang, a droplet of his blood touched my tongue and I gasped at the taste so sweet and heady, he smiled as he saw my reaction.
Sniffing the air I could smell his smell and picking him up quickly I followed it to his room. Kicking open the door I noted the single bed in the corner of the room and I dropped him unceremoniously onto it.
Straddling him I ground my ass against his crotch hearing him groan in pleasure.
I leant down and pressed my lips forcefully against his pushing my tongue past his lips and into the velvet folds of his mouth.
He eagerly accepted me and sucked greedily on my tongue as I reached down to rub his cock through his jeans again, Stopping my assault on his mouth I sat and stared at him before suddenly ripping the shirt from his back.
Underneath his hairless body was lain out before me. It was flawless to look at, well-defined pecs and a washboard flat stomach with a six-pack any guy would be proud of.
It was at that moment that with a huge sense of pride I realised he was mine. No one whether human or vampire could take him away from me. I would die to protect him.
I knew then that he was the one, my mate. My mate? I had never had a mate before but now as I straddled this human I knew that some day I would make him like me but first I would take him to the peak of ecstasy as a human.
"Is something wrong?" His eyes and voice showed his fear. In fact I could almost smell it mingled in his scent along with the smell of his arousal.
"No James nothing is wrong, I was just thinking of how you are mine"
He smiled and began to pull me down into a kiss with him
Letting my fangs protrude I leant forward and whispered in his ear,
"Relax this won't hurt much just the initial bite."
Brushing his neck with my fangs I waited silently as he turned it away from me baring it for me. His trust was implicit and nuzzling into his neck I kissed the spot I intended to bite.
I hoped doing it gently would make the bite less painful and has my fangs pieced his skin I heard him gasp before the enzymes in my mouth began to spread pleasure throughout his body dulling the pain of my feeding from him.
His blood tasted so sweet like nothing I had tasted in all my years as a vampire. Not wanting to drink him to the point of death I drank slowly savouring his sweet taste.
I could feel his hand on the back of my neck drawing me closer, holding me to him. His blood tasted so good that I wondered if I would ever get used to the desire that raced through my veins every time he was near me. God I hoped not.
I broke away hearing him moan in frustration as the source of his pleasure was cut off.
Sitting up I stared down at him and as I stared I trailed an ice-cold finger over his chest, over his nipple and down further watching as his perfect stomach rippled with my touch.
Leaning forward I followed with my lips where my fingers had just been until I reached the waistband of his jeans.
With a practised easy and an unnatural slowness only a vampire could know I unbuttoned the button before undoing the zip finally allowing his hard cock freedom from the first layer of it's prison. I pulled his jeans off him in one fluid movement before kissing my way back up his legs. The black boxers he wore showed the extent of his arousal.