ENTRY 2
BOUND IN BLOOD AND STARLIGHT
The moon was ripe, bursting with white light it cast over the city, the night my life changed irrevocably.
It was a blue moon, a rare occurrence of a second full phase in a single month. To most humans, it wasn't anything special.
But I wasn't human, and I knew better.
Blue moons pulled out all sorts of creatures from the shadows. Magic tinted the air as every creature of the night tried to capture even a fraction of the blue moon's power.
A silly custom, really. I didn't care about magic or prophecy. What I craved was the blood I could acquire.
Magical blood was, after all, the sweetest blood to be found.
I paced down the block, my eyes taking in every face, every pulse I passed.
At the corner of the next block, I spotted a long line of people wrapped around a plain brick building. When I focused on the doors, I felt a wave of pulsing energy pouring out, and immediately my mouth began to water.
This was exactly what I needed. A night club, fueled by magical creatures and humans alike, weaving spells of energy and lust as they ground together.
What a feast.
I made a direct line for the front doors, where a large man in a black shirt was blocking the entrance. There was a long line of people, but one look into my eyes, and the man was letting me in without a word.
I could hear protests outside, but ignored them as I stepped into the building. A woman in black stopped me just inside the doors, one long slim gloved hand holding out a black silk mask. When I glanced at her face, she smirked behind her own mask.
Grinning, I took the garment and tied it on before I sank into the steaming dark depths of the club.
The music was a high strung pulse, nearly pushing my own silent heart into beating again. The club smelled like sweat, sex, and the sweet edge of magic.
At least one coven was here tonight.
I gave myself a minute, allowing myself to scope the place carefully as I edged around the dancefloor. I couldn't pinpoint who was human and who was more in the mass of bodies, even though I knew there were creatures here.
Eventually, I decided to bite the bullet and enter the fray.
The silk of the mask was slick against my face, and every face I passed had an identical accessory. Almost immediately, bodies were trying to press up against me, hands gripping my arms, a groin grazing my hips. I pushed on, feeling people instinctively lean in closer, knowing my predatory senses were working to lure them in.
The crowd pulsed, and for a moment, it felt as if the energy would be enough to restart my cold, dead heart.
I smelled her before my eyes ever found her. I turned in my spot, my eyes scanning the club, my mouth watering as the scent of magic rolled over me.
When my eyes landed on her, my dead heart nearly rolled over in my chest.
She was tall, her elegant neck the color of fresh cream under the harsh lights of the club. Her long hair was swept over one shoulder as she laughed and danced. Her magic smelled rich, like jasmine and starlight, and it hummed out of her as she moved. She turned her head, letting out a laugh, and I saw the world glitter around her, as if she shone.
I was drawn to her, pulled forward by the mouth-water scent of her magic, and absolute beauty. Both man and beast in me could appreciate her for what she was. A beautiful, magical creature.
Exactly what I was looking for.
I slid up to her side, nearly drunk on the scent of her as I got nearer. She turned toward me, eyes wide and dark under her mask as she gave me a wicked seductive smile.
Without words, she reached up, winding her arms around my neck, and let her body slide against mine.
My hands found her hips, holding her to me as my mind raced to form a plan to slate both of my hungers.
The beast wanted her blood, the man wanted her body.
I would have both before the night was through.
Her body undulated against me, her movements slick and smooth. Despite her height, she wasn't quite as tall as me. Her hair slid over her back, the long tresses tickling my hands as my palms moved over her body.
I'd had a lot of sex as a vampire, but never with a creature this potent.
What would it be like, with my heightened senses?
"You're cold," she said, turning in my arms, her fingers dancing up my chest. "Like moonlight," she said, stepping closer to me so that one of my thighs sank between her legs.
I nearly let out a hiss.
"You smell like starlight," I told her in response. Her head tipped back, her wicked tongue licking at her teeth as she grinned.
"Just imagine how I'd taste," she teased.
My body burned the way ice burns on contact. I needed to get her out of here, find a way to claim every ounce of the feast she offered up to me.
"I want a bite," I told her, my lips moving across the shell of her ear. Her hair was so long, and my lips grazed the silk of the mask, making me shudder.
"Yes," she moaned.
Gently, I took her ear between my teeth, careful not to draw blood. She shivered closer to me. "Leave with me." I didn't know if the words were command or desperate plea, but in my arms, she nodded.
"Yes," she agreed.
But we were fused, right there on the dance floor, her body grinding down on my thigh, her breasts rubbing against my chest.
I swore, wrapping my arms around her waist, forcing myself to clear my mind enough to make a decision.
We needed somewhere private, somewhere… reasonably close.
Out of the corner of my eye, I spotted what looked like an office door. Without further thought, I secured my grasp around her waist and tugged her off the dance floor.
The office door was locked, but it was easy to snap open. Inside was dark, but ah yes, there in the corner was a plush leather sofa.
I let her go long enough to drag a filing cabinet in front of the door to prevent interruptions.
I turned back to the seductress, stunned to see she was leaning on the sofa, her dress around her waist, full breasts cupped in her palms.
"You said you wanted a bite," she teased. "Well, I want something too."
I couldn't find the words, couldn't even think. I had never known lust as thick as this. It overrode every feeling, even my need for blood.
She beckoned me forward with one long fingered hand and I stumbled toward her, falling on my knees before her.
"What do you want?" I asked, my hands nearly shaking to press into her silky skin.
Her lips teased up into a glorious smile. "I want you to make me feel. I want to feel every ounce of what it means to be a trembling, pleasured human. I want to feel alive."
I sucked in a deep, sharp breath.
It tasted of jasmine and starlight.
"That," I said slowly, my hands finally moving over and slicking across her thighs. "Is a task I am more than equal to."
Her breath hitched as my palms rubbed across her silky skin.
In all my years, I'd never come across a creature even half as potent as her. I needed to taste her, one way or another, or I would go insane.
My lips fell to her knees, kissing one then the other, before I traveled up her thighs, following the path my fingers traveled. She shifted on the sofa, her hips opening wider, and I caught the rich, dark scent of her.
My mouth watered, my thirst so profoundly great, I thought I might just go insane anyway.
My tongue met her flesh, setting off a frenzy in me, like throwing chum to a shark.
I could feel her trembling, feel her fingers sink into my hair, and I pulled back from her slick heat, my teeth sinking into her thigh.
Her blood met my tongue, and I thought I would die a second time. Power like I'd never known, flooded my body, the flavor of her like drinking the night sky in a single gulp. I felt her shaking under my bite, and I knew that she was experiencing just as much pleasure from this as I was.
With a shaking jaw, I yanked myself away from her thigh, dragging in a ragged breath. Her body was shaking, strung tight with pleasure, and I dove back between her legs, lapping at her.
The tastes of her mixed together, and I nearly came apart between her legs.
Above me, her thighs clenched my head as her body rocketed into oblivion.
I pulled myself free of her vice grip, my lips landing on one of her breasts, my teeth scraping enough to draw blood. I sucked hard, and she cried out, her body bending under my touch.
Her blood was supernovas and blackholes, power so far beyond this world, I felt certain I could be lost to it forever.
I let go of her breast, pushing her down on the sofa, my body covering her. My lips felt her neck, and I couldn't resist. My teeth sank into her supple flesh, her blood filling my mouth, nearly making me choke on my cry of ecstasy.
She cried out, her hands wrapping around my head, holding me to her as she continued to shake.
I was lost to rapture, the sweet, raw power of her blood blinding me.
It was too much, I couldn't drink more, or surely I would be lost.
I ripped my mouth away from her neck, letting out a shaking breath.
Under my body, she was shivering, coming down from her own high.
After a moment, she let out a little noise. I opened my eyes, turning to look at her.
Her dark eyes were gazing at me from under her mask, wide and surprised. I sat up, wary at the look now on her face. She reached up, rubbing her fingers across my lips. They came back ruby.
"Did you just fucking bite me?" she demanded.
I swallowed hard. "Um…" What was I supposed to say? A vampiric bite was many things to those being bitten. They induced pleasure, and often, an amnesia that allowed us to bite and run without being tracked down or even noticed.
No one had ever realized what was happening before.
She sat up on the sofa, her hand reaching for her neck. "Stars, you fucking bit me!" she shrieked. I crawled off her, wary. Her glorious breasts were still out of her dress, one of them red with blood. Her eyes met mine, cold and furious. "Do you have any idea what the fuck you've just done?" she demanded.
I frowned. "I think I actually delivered on some requests," I pointed out.
She reached out, smacking a hand against my chest. It didn't hurt, but it was surprising.
She lifted her hands to her mask, pulling it back from her face. I didn't notice that the black silk had been artfully hiding one of her most telling features.
Her long ears sliced through her hair, and I let out a long, curse.
"Fuck," I breathed. "You're a fae?"
I had never been this royally fucked in my entire existence.
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