The Vampire and Her Human Mate

1| The call

Introductions

First off, this book takes off straight away. There's little foreplay. And this is a story about young love so they do cringey things, just have fun with it.

It contains explicit s*x scenes and dirty talk, there's a little blood drinking - it's a vampire story afterall.

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I haven't met him yet, but I knew he was out there. I thought of him beneath me.

She held her hand against the bed, her surrogate. Dipping so she could slide onto herself. Where was he? Find me. Feel me, she called with her mind, bouncing on her hand.

I'd make him scream my name. I'd make him wish he was never born. I'd make him wish he never met me.

Come to me.

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Beau woke up with a start. f**k. Another wet dream. Until about a few months prior, he hadn’t had this many since he was in his early teens. And very awkwardly, his spontaneous ejaculations were not always just when he was asleep. The level of intensity varied when he was awake. Sometimes he was so aroused he couldn't do anything but address it - no amount of cold showers would quell it. Other times it was just bam. c*m. It was like … it was like someone had his c**k. So far he'd been able to get himself somewhere private and, thankfully, most of the time it happened in the night.

Did he have a medical issue? He thought he might need to see a doctor, but he actually enjoyed it. It was beyond when he had s*x with someone. That was another thing, he'd started to not want to have s*x with other people - not that he'd been the biggest stud muffin around. He wasn't dumb, he knew he was attractive. He was tall at 6.2 and was athletically built. Not muscle bound, but lean with enough muscle to make him physically appealing. He had shaggy honey brown hair and warm brown eyes, his complexion ruddy, easily tanned. He had a bit of the boy next door look to him, who had grown up and gotten piercings and tatts -though most stayed hidden under his clothes.

He struggled out of his bedding and trudged to the central bathroom. He shared a house with two other men and his room didn't have an ensuite.

He had cummed so much his boxers and shirt were done. With a sigh he stripped and took a shower. Leaning his head against the cool tile, he felt his arousal spike. s**t, it was happening again. It didn't always happen so frequently, but sometimes it could go on for hours.

He slid his hand along his erection, concentrating on the sensation of getting harder. Longer. Thicker. He moaned. It was like this sometimes, like thinking about it - the act - was more than any s****l fantasy about another person. Like the idea of touching his own c**k was what was doing him in - was he gay? Did he want to be with another man? That didn't excite him, just this - taking himself with the express purpose of enjoyment. Had he become a-s****l? He’d had girlfriends before - not in a while though. He grunted as he came, trying to not get it everywhere - this was a shared space after all. With a sigh, he cleaned up and with a towel around his waist he padded back to his room.

He had just laid down with fresh pajamas, ready to get some sleep when the feeling washed over him again.

"Lord," he moaned, as he rolled around trying to ignore it, but every movement struck him and he was panting for his release.

As exhausting and inconvenient as it was, he had to admit he loved it. He thought of a warm p***y as he curled his hand around his shaft again this time. He rocked imagining someone on top of him - his favourite position.

He let himself make as much noise as he wanted and that turned him on more. His release took longer this time and, as a result, was more intense. He lay afterward, spent, drawing deep breaths in.

He'd need to get some lube, or he was going to rub his skin raw again.

~*~

It had been Toby's idea to go to the party. A big house party, something Beau really wasn't interested in. But Toby had a way of making him do things he didn't want to do, like this ridiculous game of spin the bottle. They were all twenty-two, about to finish college, not that you would think so - not with this stupid prepubescent game. Plus, after a couple of rounds, Beau had had to kiss Toby twice and almost everyone else had to kiss Toby as well. Beau was starting to think his best friend had found some way to rig it. A weighted bottle - a slight dip in the floor, telekinesis - something.

When it landed a third time for the two of them, Beau threw his hands up. "Dude."

Toby laughed as everyone yelled at the unfairness. There were other people in the circle that would have liked to get their kiss on with either of the two guys too. Particularly Sian, who was more pissed than anyone, especially as she has had to kiss Toby and she really wanted Beau. They'd been dancing around each other the last few months. He wasn't not not interested, she was hot and actually really smart… though she had a very annoying voice. He'd really just been chilling solo lately - especially with his… little problem.

"Come here c*m lips." Toby called to Beau and walked on his knees forward.

"This is the last time you reprobate."

Beau gave him a big one this time, really sloppy. Gripping the back of his head with one hand. He let his friend's head go, pushing him back. Toby slid back on his butt. "Wow dude. That was amazing."

"Get your hand off it," he grumbled.

He grabbed the bottle and spun it like crazy. As it started to slow down, Sian zipped forward and snatched it making it point to her.

There were yells of cheating and sabotage.

"None of this," she said to him. "We're doing seven minutes in heaven."

She yanked him up, and he grinned sheepishly, letting her lead him away. The group hollard and cheered after them.

"Wear a condom!" Toby called after them. He looked at the rest of the group. "What?"

~*~

Sian clicked her tongue. "I like to be eaten out first."

Beau shrugged. "Sure."

What was he doing? He didn't want to be here. Sian hadn't just been taking him somewhere to make out, she'd actually coaxed him away from the party back to her apartment.

Sian wiggled out of her panties and he went to work. He paid attention to what she liked and responded as needed, but he felt hollow in the act. She was panting and calling him to finally f**k her. He straightened up trying to act smooth, but his heart was hammering. He was able to get hard but the act of putting the condom on had his hands shaking. f**k, what is this? He had his tip at her entrance, and he just couldn't go any further.

“I think we should go slow, yeah?” He said suddenly, moving away from her completely. He pulled the condom off and looked around for a bin.

“What?” Her voice pitched horribly. “The f**k?

“We’ve both been drinking, if you still want to when you're sober, we’ll, um, kick it?” He added lamely.

“Don’t be a dumb dumb,” she rolled her eyes, “We’ve been flirting for ages. You know I want to do this.”

“Well,” he paused, “I don’t.”

Her eyes widened and her nostrils flared. It was a sight, her laying there, her legs still parted. She looked furious.

“Get the f**k out!” she screeched.

He hastily put his jeans and shoes on, leaving his boxers and socks behind. Pulling his shirt on, he rushed to leave her room. He still had the unused condom in his hand. He balled it up and shoved it in his pocket and quickly slipped his jacket on. He could still hear her yelling bloody murder at him as he exited her apartment. What the f**k was wrong with him?

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