Mirror, Mirror: Love Bites

Be careful what you wish for …. Angela began to wish the vampire, Elijah, who visited her in erotic dreams was real. Then she discovered he was. Angela’s dreams were highly erotic and physically exhausting—strange to have a dream affect her physically …. But when Angela tried to banish the vampire Elijah, she discovered exactly why it was that the ‘dreams’ could affect her that way.

 

Reissued: 09/2014
Length: Short Story
Word Count: 12,502
Genre: Paranormal/Vampire Romance
Rating: Spicy/Erotic
Available formats: PDF, RTF, Epub, HTML, Mobipocket (.prc)

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Mirror, Mirror
LOVE BITES
By
Maggie Jakes

 

© Copyright by Maggie Jakes, October 2013
© Cover Art by Mariah LaMott, October 2013
New Concepts Publishing
Lake Park, GA 31636

 

This is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places are of the author's imagination and not to be confused with fact. Any resemblance to living persons or events is merely coincidence.

 

Moonlight streamed in through the window and glinted off the vampire’s teeth. Angela reached up and touched them. They were white and jagged, and she nicked her finger. Blood trickled from her fingertip and spilled on the wooden floor. The vampire, his eyes wide at the sight of the crimson droplets, grabbed her hand, pulled her finger to his mouth, and sucked on it eagerly. She screamed and felt an exhilarating rush of pleasure and pain wash over her. This felt good and it hurt. She didn’t know such a thing was possible.

The vampire’s face was a blur, and when she tried to focus her vision it went hazy and she felt woozy. She realized that all she could see was the vampire standing in the midst of a nebulous haze of nothingness as he sucked on her finger. She felt the blood pulsing out of her, and she could hear the vampire’s groans of pleasure as he sucked. She looked down and saw that his cock was big and hard, and she impulsively reached over and jerked it up and down. The vampire moaned louder, bit into her wrist, and drank greedily. She let him do it and savored the feeling of her blood being taken from her. This wasn’t normal. This was weird.

He looked down at her, opened his mouth, but no words came out. He dropped her hand, bared his teeth, and they were white, red and shiny. She reached up, kissed him on the lips, and he snarled at her and forced her back down. Somehow she knew what to do, what he wanted, and she craned her neck to the side, baring the nape. She lay passively as he leaned down and bit her. It hurt, but she didn’t mind. He grabbed her shoulders and squeezed them hard as he drank, and she felt woozy and horny and scared all at once.

She stood up, and the vampire let her. She looked at herself in the mirror and realized that she was naked. Once again she found that strange, but she couldn’t decide why it was odd. The vampire stood up behind her, wrapped his arms around her, and stared at them both in the mirror. He was tall, his arms were big and strong, and she felt safe in them. She knew that she should be scared of this thing but she wasn’t. She didn’t know why. She turned and kissed him on the lips and this time he let her. The kiss was wonderful. It was the best kiss she had ever had and she wished it didn’t have to end.

“You taste good,” the vampire said.

How did she know he was a vampire, and why did that seem normal to her? She had no answer to those questions. As she looked at him she just knew, and that knowledge, far from making her scared, made her excited and happy.

Suddenly the realization that this must all be a dream and had to end hit her like a hammer, and she felt horribly depressed. She didn’t want this to end. She wanted it to last forever so she could stay with this mystical man, just be happy and never have to worry about anything.

She was wet – wetter than she remembered being in her entire life. She lay back on the bed and opened her legs and the vampire settled between them. He grabbed her thighs and dug his nails in and the cuts opened and bled, and she liked the feeling. He leaned closer and licked her clit. She spasmed, her whole body contorted, and she didn’t know anything but pleasure. His tongue moved fast – faster than the tongue of a human would ever be capable of – and she came in a matter of seconds. As she came she screamed out a name – a name she didn’t know and yet knew so well. “Elijah,” she moaned. “Oh . . . Elijah.”

The vampire responded to this by grabbing her hair, twisting it painfully to the side and biting her neck again – but this time on the other side. She grabbed him and told him to bite harder and take more blood. She said things that she would never dream of saying in her daily life, things that only actresses in dirty movies were meant to say.

She leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I’m your human slut. I’m yours, Elijah. You can suck me and fuck me and do whatever you want with me, because I exist only for your pleasure.”

Like the fear of the vampire, she knew that she should have felt embarrassed about these words but somehow she didn’t. They felt so natural as they rolled off her tongue that she couldn’t. He sucked on her neck harder as she spoke and moaned. When he stopped and stood up, and the moonlight flashed across his intent, focused gaze, Angela saw that his pupils were dilated, and that his tongue was moving absentmindedly across his bloodied lips.

She had the sensation of floating out of her body and watching from above. The woman below wasn’t her but a woman who looked very much like her - and she was jealous of that woman. That woman got to have sex and be happy with the vampire, with Elijah. Elijah reached down, grabbed her legs again and she watched as he licked faster and faster, and the woman orgasmed over and over again. The woman gyrated and moaned and thrust her hips as she came, reaching down and grabbing the back of the vampire’s head.

Now she was floating, up and up and up. She got higher and higher and floated through her ceiling and then through the clouds and then she was looking down at the world from space. Her neck had stopped bleeding somehow, but she didn’t know how.

She woke covered in sweat.