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Breath Play / Food Play

ROSALIE AND EMMETT

Our favourite couple share a meal.

Rose stood alone in the club and sipped at her whisky delicately. Her eyes were scanning the crowd, looking and searching.

She knew she was garnering attention from both the male and female patrons, how could she not? She was five foot eight (without heels), had an hourglass figure with the perfect pale blonde hair and mesmerising lilac eyes. She was everyone's wet dream.

"Hey," a smooth male voice called, a warm body sliding up to her. "Are you alone?" He knew she was alone, he'd seen her enter and his eyes had never left her since.

"Yeah," she sighed and swirled her drink around her glass. "I just fancied a drink."

The guy smiled and Rose smiled back. He wasn't bad looking. He was about six foot four with tanned skin, brown eyes and brown short hair. For some girls, he would have made them blush, but he wasn't doing anything for Rose. Well, his looks weren't - she wanted what was underneath.

"I'm Brandon."

"Rose," she told him, meeting his eyes.

"It's really nice to meet you, Rose."

As the next hour passed, Rose giggled, smiled and flirted, did everything she was meant to do. She sidled up close to him and casually brushed her hand over his, ran her tongue across her bottom lip and even 'accidental' stumbled into him, her body colliding with his.

About halfway through, she heard a familiar growl and from across the room she could feel two blue eyes staring at her.

"Careful," he mumbled. It was only with her advance hearing that she was able to make it out. "Don't give him what's mine."

Rose bit her lip and struggled not to laugh. She was definitely his and he was definitely hers. This - what she was doing with Brandon - was just a game, nothing more. He knew this, but it didn't stop the jealousy.

Brandon's warm hand caressed the lower half of her back and he gave her what she assumed was meant to be a panty-dropping smirk. "Do you want to get out of here?"

Rose leaned up so her lips were equal with his ear. "I'd love to," she whispered.

His face broke out into a grin and she grabbed his hand and led him through the crowd, tugging him to the back entrance and into the secluded alleyway behind the bar. Nobody would come out here. They would be alone.

When the door shut she forcefully pushed him against the wall.

"You're eager," he said breathlessly.

"You have no idea," Rose told him as her throat began to burn and the hunger she had felt all evening began to bubble over. "I've been waiting for this."

His eyes burned with passion whilst hers burned with hunger.

Rose walked up to his side, hips swaying deliciously - but not for Brandon. The eyes from the club had followed them outside, his nature allowing him to remain hidden. Only Rose knew he was there.

She placed her hands on Brandon's face and turned it to the side, exposing the tan skin of his neck. Her tongue throbbed and she ached to run it along his jugular and taste the blood pulsing underneath.

"I have a secret," she whispered, wanting to continue this for a bit longer.

"What?" Brandon panted, no doubt thinking she was about to tell him something sexy.

"I'm married." She loved saying that word. They'd been married for the past eighty years and Rose knew they were more in love than the day they met.

"Married?" His tongue struggled to say the word.

"Yep - happily."

"Then why are you doing this?" The edge to his voice had disappeared and she could feel the confusion seeping into him.

"For my husband," she put her face closer to his neck and inhaled the metallic smell she had come to love so much. "He loves to watch me… feed." With those words, Rose plunged her teeth into his neck and sucked the sweet blood as it poured from the wound.

Brandon cried and struggled to get away, but Emmett, her husband was there, pinning him to the wall.

"Don't fight it," he told Brandon in his deep voice. "My wife is hungry and she's chosen you as her snack." Rose flicked open an eye and watched Emmett look Brandon up and down. "Though God knows why - you're a weed!"

Rose pulled her mouth away from Brandon's neck and felt some blood trickle down her chin.

"Not everyone is a giant like you." Her husband was a large man. He was just over six foot seven and was built like a linebacker. He had large hands and feet and broad shoulders that Rose loved to grab onto whilst she rode him. His thighs were thick and strong and his arms were more than capable of holding her up for hours on end (as he had proven).

Emmett smirked at her snarkiness.

"You don't seem to mind."

"Never," she responded.

Emmett leaned in and kissed her in front of Brandon, tasting the blood from her lips and moaning.

"He's good, babe."

Brandon, who had remained pretty much frozen at this point struggled once more and tried to fight the couple off.

Emmett growled and locked a large hand around his neck, covering the wound Rose had previously made.

"Stop fighting." It wasn't advice - it was a warning.

Unfortunately, for Brandon, he failed to heed this warning and tried to kick Emmett.

With a loud rumble from his chest, Emmett used his large hand to rip a flap of skin from Brandon's neck, blood spewing from the wound.

Brandon let out a cry and placed both hands on his neck as he sank to the ground and grew weaker.

"You're so impatient," Rose chided her husband.

With a seductive look in her eye, she brought his blood-covered hand up to her mouth and sucked each finger. Her tongue swirled around the digits and when she pulled them out she bit her lip.

Emmett wasted no time and pushed her against the wall, grinding his hips into hers as he kissed her hard.

Rose moaned and wrapped her arms around his broad shoulders.

Emmett's hand skimmed down her body to the bottom of her dress and he began to lift it up.

"Don't rip it," Rose whispered desperately against his lips. "It's vintage."

Emmett grumbled but complied. He pulled his lips away from hers as he pulled the offending material from her body leaving her in nothing but her heels. Before she had left, Emmett had demanded she remove any piece of underwear she had on. He told her it would just waste time if he had to take it off himself and that if he ripped it she'd get pissed. So, being the good wife that she was, Rose had done just that and left them on the table.

When her naked back hit the brick wall for the second time, a few small pieces of brick crumbled.

"Careful," she warned him. "Jasper will be pissed if we bring the wall down."

Emmett knew she was right and quickly took them both to the floor, their bodies lying in the pool of blood that Brandon had left. His body was now slumped against the wall, his unseeing eyes on the couple.

Rose worked quickly to strip her husband of his clothes and when he was naked, Emmett thrust desperately into her, joining them for the first time since this morning.

"Missed you," he ground out.

"Missed you more."

Emmett sat up and pulled Rose close, enjoying the feeling of her breasts brushing against his chest. He knew this was something she enjoyed too as her sensitive nipples would brush his coarse chest hair, stimulating her further.

"Oh," she moaned as he lifted her higher, changing the angle ever so slightly so rub against her inner walls harder.

As she rode him, Emmett released his grip on one of her hips and hauled Brandon closer. He lifted his wrist up to Rose's mouth.

"Bite," he instructed her, watching with lust-filled eyes as she did just as she was commanded.

She sucked the sweet red liquid into her mouth and when she was done, Emmett pulled the boy's wrist away and replaced it with his mouth, his lips latching onto hers.

Rose kissed him back and let her bottom lip drop down, releasing the blood into his mouth.

Emmett groaned and eagerly swallowed the sweet treat she offered him.

Once he had his fill, he grasped Brandon's wrist in his large hand and squeezed until the blood pooled at Rose's bit site and dribbled down his arm. Emmett ran his hand through the red liquid and then spread it over Rose's swaying breasts. He made sure to give her nipples a quick pinch, earning himself a squeal.

Emmett then leaned forward and greedily sucked on the reddened tips, swirling his tongue around the pebbled peaks, tasting the blood.

"Emmett… oh Em," Rose sighed as she felt her orgasm approaching. "I'm so close."

He grinned and slipped a finger between them, pressing down on her clit before gently rolling it between his fingers.

"There! Right there!" she cried, holding his head against her breasts and pressing her hips into both his cock and his finger.

Rose rocked hard over him three times before she came.

As her sweet pussy squeezed his cock, Emmett saw stars and his orgasm rushed over him rather unexpectedly.

"Fuck… Rose!" he swore as he came inside her.

Their hips gently rocked against one another as they let their orgasms continue for a few extra seconds, both of them enjoying the euphoria as it washed over them.

Emmett let himself fall against the cold asphalt of the alley, gently bringing Rose down on top of him. He tucked her into his chest and stroked her hair away from her face.

She pressed a tender kiss to his muscled chest and he felt her smile into his skin.

They lay there in silence, both of them enjoying this quiet night until Emmett spoke up.

"Thanks for the meal, Rosie."