Love bites

Lisa: i own this book! Yay me

The night I was bitten, I was as drunk as a skunk. I walked down the empty street, one high heel missing, singing "What shall we do with the drunken sailor?" out of tune in my slurred voice.

Yes, at seventeen my life was already wasted. I was out partying every night and working for penuts every day as a waitress so i could just go out and party some more.

So, anyway, i presume i was on my way home – or i could just be walking down some random street in the dark. The glow of the full moon was the only light source that i had, while my voice rang out into the night. There i was, drunk, at a dead end in my young life, bobbing up a empty street with one missing heel, when i heard a growl behind me.

I swear to God, it was the sexiest thing i have ever heard. Something deep at the pit of a georgous man's throat, so i turn. Gorgeous man? Not for Lisa. Oh no, i turned and saw a large golden dog. Well, more like a bloody monster by the size of him, it's teeth bared in a snarl.

Now, remember, im drunk. So, to me, that snarl looks more like a smile. And the thoughts running through my head is : "Is Goldie-locks coming on to me?". I know what your thinking; she must be really pissed out of her head if she thinks a dog would want to make a move on her.

But i have an excuse. Growing up and living in the seedy world that is lower class London with 34E boobs and an alright looking face makes you the dream girl to every pervert's fantasy. Sad, i know.

So, anyway, back to the story.

I'm drunk and it seems so logical for a large dog to want to get luck. I smiled, shaking my head at the dog. Who, looks more like a wolf, now that i have a better look. "Sorry boy," I call. "Im not that kind of girl." This is true, since i am still a virgin and so very proud to be so. Which is unnatural for where i come from, where if you weren't pregnant by nineteen, you were considered a lesbo.

I gave the dog one last smile –if i wasn't so drunk, i would take the dog home and give him something to eat. So, i turned, one heel clanking against the concrete, when i felt weight on my back, pushing me towards the ground.

I cursed; my boobs had taken the impacted of the fall and were likely to be bruised in the morning. There was another sexy growl, this one close to my ear, claws digging into my back. Seems like ol' dodgy doesn't like rejection. I struggled under the pressure of his body – and i am now sure it is a he, since some parts pressed against mine that defiantly weren't girls.

Then the bloody basterd bit me.

I felt his tow sharp canines sink deep into my soft flesh and hit the bone of my shoulder blade. I screamed, feeling muscle and tissue being torn. I struggled now, but he kept me pinned in place, his body weighing a ton. I closed my eyes and tried to relax, maybe if i played dead, he would go away. I opened my eyes and took a deep breath, vision distorted, like the whole world doubled. I blinked trying to clear the haze, but did little good. I felt the dog's long teeth ease out of my skin, yet still pinned me to the cold and damp ground. As soon as his teeth left my body, the pain began.

I have never been burned alive, but im sure it felt something like this. My body was set alight, sending white hot flames down my spine. My body shook violently while i tried to scream, only no noise came out. The stupid mutt nudged the back of my neck with his cold, wet nose, trying to comfort me i suppose. My body twisted and withered in agony under the dog's – who wined helplessly, yet did nothing else – I mentally cursed that dog every fucking name i could think of, my hands desparately clawing at the road in a failed attemped to escape. I looked arounf for someone – anyone – for help, but all my eyes fond was the big, silver moon, hanging in the darnkened sky.

That was the last thing i saw before i blacked out from pain.

When i awoke, i lay in a luxurious softness, with about a million pillows. Where ever i was, it was no hospital that was for sure. I sighed, enjoying the softness against my skin, and then made the mistake of trying to move. My whole body protested, being stiff and sore, while my shoulder throbbed painfully. I gasped in pain; this would have to be the worst hangover yet.

I heard a sharp intake of breath and opened my eyes. The first thing i saw was a sea of perfect blue – just the right shade, not too light nor too dark. I took me a moment to realise they were eyes, i blinked, watching the face ease back, revealing the sexiest man i have ever seen.

His hair was a golden blonde that was cut short – but long enough to run my fingers though. His skin was the colour of pure honey, sweetishly tanned. He had a strong jaw and chizzled cheekbones that only a geek god could hope of having. There was a shadow of stubble under his jaw, suggesting a scruffy, rugged look, that only made him all the more sexy.

I tore my gaze away from his face to his body, Oh my. He had no shirt, which displayed his well muscled chest. He stood about six foot, and was all muscle – not the steroid kind either, just plain natural. On his honey glazed chest were thin pale lines, tell-tale signs that this man lived dangerously and played dangerously. My gaze travelled to his long, lean legs in his dark blue jeans.

If you could bottle sexiness, this guy would be on the cover.

My gaze travelled back up to his face, a small smile played on the edge of his full lips, clearly telling me that he knew what i was up to.

"How are you?" He asked his voice low and sending shivers through me.

"Fine," i squeaked. I'd say that Mr. Sexy was about twenty-five, maybe a year or two younger and it was then that i realised that under these sheets, i had nothing on.

I stared at this gorgeous man, wanting to do stuff to him that would even make a nun feel hot. I slowly grinned, reaching out to kiss those oh-so inviting lips. I swear, as soon as out lips met, my whole body reacted, all most shaking for more.

His moan encouraged me, i began to trail kisses down his neck while he ran his fingers through my brown curls, the other hand gliding down my spine. I shivered with pleasure; a part of me screamed that i didn't know this guy, that i wasn't some kind of slut, opening her legs for anyone. But a larger part didn't care. This felt so good, so right, and so natural, that I shouldn't care.

My teeth grazed the side of his neck, then i gently nipped at his earlobe. Sexy man growled and i froze, still felling his warm and rough hands trailing along my body. I've heard that growl, it was the same, sexy low growl that dog had given me, the exact same.

I swore at him as lowed as my voice could, he quickly pulled back a look of surprise written across is damn handsome face.

"You fucking basterd!" i yelled, grabbing the sheets to cover my bare body. "You fucking bit me!"

I know what your thinking, that i dog bit me, and i was looking at a man. But even as i stared at him, i knew i was right, even that golden hair of his was the same shade as the fur on the dog.

He stared at me, dumb folded, when the door opened. I quickly turned to see a man about the same age as doggy-man, with friendly green eyes and curly brown hair, his face a mask of concern.

"Is everything alright?" he asked Goldie, trying not to look at me and not daring to come any closer.

I looked around the bare room, "Where the bloody fuck is my clothes?" i demanded, heart pumping in my throat. I wrapped the covers more tightly around me and got out of the soft bed. The two men looked at one another, then back at me.

"I, er..." Blondie began. I ignored him, walking towards the door, which the other guy was blocking. I barged past him, still trying to cover my arse and maintain some dignity. I walked into what looked like a living room, where half a dozen guys hung around, all looking nervous and all looking in their early twenties. Something wasn't right.

"What the fuck is this?" i screeched, still trying not to flash, i spun round to the door to see Blondie and green eyes peer at me with almost wondrous eyes. Blondie took a step closer, his hands raised in a calming gesture.

"Calm down..."

My brown eyes narrowed dangerously. "You bit me you fucker and your telling me to calm down?"

I resisted the urge to put my hands on my hips. There was a sound of movement from behind and i twisted round to see but it was too late. One of the guys had me pinned to the carpet, he smiled down apologetically at me while another of his mates came towards us – more like me – with a needle. Blondie knelt beside me, smiling encouragingly at me, brushing away the tears as the needle bit into my skin and a pricking sensation shot up my arm.

"Sshh,2 she mumbled into my ear. "It'll be over soon." I felt my body grow heavy and weak, i yawned, feeling my eyes, droop. I glared up at him. My last words?

"You son of a ..." that was as far as i got before the drugs took over.