Monday Fiction: Blood Stop-N-Go
Updated: Apr 23, 2018
Welcome to Monday Fiction. Stop by every Monday when I will give you a super-quick romance read of 2000 words or less. Enjoy!! This one's a steamy little vampire bite.
The Blood Stop-N-Go
(this work belongs to Brynn Paulin and cannot be duplicated without permission)
It’s not easy being a vampire during a full moon. Yeah, I know. You thought that was only for werewolves. Sooooo, not true. That great big sadistic orb has it out for us blood suckers, too. That’s when our bloodlust hits its peak. You think PMS is bad? Try NBS—need blood syndrome.
So there I was, at my time of the month, and no appealing veins in sight. Dejected, I sat on the bench at the bus stop and stared at the stupid moon. My stomach cramped, and I moaned. At that moment, heaven forbid anyone try to speak with me. I would have ripped their heads off—figuratively. I’m not that bad.
My mouth was dry, and my hand shook from need. Knowing my eyes must be starting to look a bit feral, I slipped on my sunglasses. Things would only get worse if I had to break out of the psych ward. Again. Yeah…been there, done that, didn’t get the T-shirt, but I do have a really cool jacket.
Anyway, that’s when I saw him. I’m not usually into faux-hawks and leather, but he was eating chocolate-covered pretzels and that upped his appeal value into the triple digits. In twenty minutes, that sugar and salt would be flowing through his system…then mine.
I was at his side in an instant. Vampire super-speed and all.
“Hi,” I said to my new best friend, forcing back my fangs when they tried to descend. Despite the struggle waging inside me, I managed to make my tight greeting sound seductive.
He looked over at me in surprise. “Uh…hi…?”
Apparently, being approached by a woman stunned him. Okay, so he wasn’t the best-looking man I’d ever seen, but he wasn’t dog-butt ugly. He was just an ordinary-looking guy. Perhaps, he was trying a little too hard with the biker jacket, but that didn’t make him untouchable. In fact, my mouth ached to touch him in a very special spot.
Right at the base of his neck.
I swallowed as my mouth watered. “So what are you up to tonight?” I asked. “Want company?” Planning to be in any dark corners anytime soon? Can I come?
“Uh…just taking a walk.”
“Oh? I’ll walk with you.” I drew a finger down his arm. “You don’t mind, do you?”
“If you don’t mind me asking…” He stopped dead and looked at me. “What do you want?”
Okay…not the brightest crayon in the box. My sexual come-on was beyond obvious, even if I had no intention of following through on it.
“What do you think I want?”
He glanced down at himself. “I can’t imagine.”
I leaned forward, and my stomach twisted in painful need at the scent of his wonderful blood. My whole body felt jittery. I fought to control myself as my lips brushed his ear. “I’ll give you a hint. It starts with ssssssssssss,” I hissed, “and it ends with ex.”
He pulled back. “Seriously? I mean…seriously? You look like a super model or something. Why would you want me? Is this a joke?”
“Why wouldn’t I? You’re exactly what I’m looking for tonight.”
“Oh my God. We need to go to the Stop-n-Go and get—wait! You’re not some undercover cop who wants to bust me for picking up a hooker.”
Okay now, I was seriously offended. Hookers did not wear designer clothes and three hundred dollar shoes. Bitch, please… My panties probably cost more than his weekly salary.
“Have we discussed money? No. And no, I’m not vice. I just want you.”
“Okay. I’ve gotta get condoms.”
“We don’t need condoms.” And that was one of the best things about being a vampire. No diseases, no chance of getting one—or being impregnated by one, either. Yeah…kids are so not my bag.
Besides, sex was not in the cards, though I might be kind and give him a sweet little mind zap as a reward. Just let him think he’d been the most amazing lover ever.
“Lady, I don’t care how cute you are; I’m wearing protection.”
Yeah. No mind zap for you, buddy.
“Okay, whatever. Is there a place near here?” I snapped impatiently. My bloodlust surged to desperate levels. In a minute, I’d drag him into an alley and tear his throat out. Pissy as I was, I didn’t want to hurt him, so time was of the essence.
“Around the corner… You’re, um, kinda needy.”
“You have no idea.”
“How long has it been?”
“A month.” I grabbed his hand and yanked him toward the store. Let him wonder where my inhuman strength came from. At the moment, I didn’t care.
The store was deserted, which wasn’t a surprise at three a.m. The clerk was nowhere to be found, but I supposed they thought their flimsy security cameras would deter people from stealing stuff. Yeah. Okay. Idiots.
We weren’t out to steal stuff, though. I might be a vampire, but I’m basically a law abiding citizen, except for—
Well, that’s coming in a sec.
The guy grabbed a box of condoms then insisted on a can of whipped cream. Whatever. He could take it home and squirt it in his mouth like a lot of humans liked to do. It was so not coming close to my designer clothes—or my body.
The clerk was still missing when we got to the checkout, and there was no bell to summon the wench.
“I guess we’ll have to wait,” he said, pressing me up against the counter with the conveyor belt. His mouth was on my neck, nipping at the base of my throat. Ironic really. Still, the sensation quivered through me, and I closed my eyes, letting the sexual feeling overcome me. It was so rare for me to feel this way lately, so rare that I might as well be dead. Wait… Oh never mind. Not right now…
Back to the moment, his hands traveled down my arms then around to my back where they slipped inside my shirt.
“Kiss me,” I begged.
“Nu-uh. I never kiss on the first date,” he replied. He dragged down the front of my shirt to reveal a breast. His mouth immediately settled over it. I trembled, vibrations soaring through me, and I felt as if I were flying. My ass hit the belt, and I realized he’d lifted me. Instantly, my legs went around his hips, drawing his cock close to the place I wanted him most. But sex wasn’t happening. I just wanted his blood. I’d rip him apart if I had to wait too long.
As he sucked and licked at my nipple, I let my teeth descend. In seconds, my mouth was on his jugular. He groaned as the dagger-like edges sank in, but he never stopped his ministrations. In fact, he sucked harder which sent unbelievable spasms rifling through me. I sighed as his tangy, sweet flavor flooded my mouth. His taste was exquisite. Flawless. Intoxicating.
The blood, the sexual thrill… Perfect.
In moments, an orgasm rushed up on me. I opened my sensations to him, letting him feel the intense ecstasy spearing through my body. He trembled, and I knew an orgasm would take him, too. I wanted it. I needed to taste it on his blood.
Quickly, I slipped a hand between us and stroked the ridge tenting his jeans. He moaned, pushing into my palm. He opened my pants, and I screamed against his throat as two of his fingers thrust up into me. Relentlessly, he fingered me while I drew on his blood and jacked him through his jeans. His thumb grazed my clit, and he bit my nipple and I went flying off into the best climax I’d had in a month. Warmth erupted beneath my hand, and he let out a choked cry. I smiled against his neck, happy he’d found his release as well.
Gently, I let up from his jugular, feeling completely sated, and licked at the small wound until it closed. Soon, there was nothing but a small bruise. Ah, well, something to remember me by.
Panting, we both righted our clothes and left the store, our items still on the counter, the clerk still nowhere to be found.
“I can’t believe you called me a hooker,” I complained.
“All part of the game. See you next month,” he said.
“Seriously? You’re going to make me wait a month?”
“If I let you suck me like that every day, I wouldn’t survive. Even the blood bank makes you wait six weeks between donations.”
“Fine,” I huffed. “What if I promised not to bite you?”
He gave me a look that clearly spoke of his disbelief.
“Fine,” I huffed again. “You better be here.”
He smiled. “Of course, I’ll be here. I love you, you know that. You know what I want, too.”
“I’m not ready for a consort.”
“Hmm…” he murmured. “Well then. Next month.”
He kissed me gently as he got ready to leave me. After all, this wasn’t our first date, but our eleventh. And next month, it would be a year. And next month…I would make him my consort, and we’d have each other every night, not just on the full moon. We'd finally have sex. As my consort, death would no longer be a worry; he’d regenerate as quickly as I needed. And I loved him, too.
But he didn’t need to know that now. And I couldn’t tell him. It was a required test—of my restraint and his loyalty. One more month, and we’d both pass the test and all he had to do was show up. Did he know that?
His fingers tightened on mine as he stared into my eyes. He cupped my cheek with his other palm, and I smelled the blood thrumming through his veins. I swallowed hard. Every month my need grew stronger.
“I’ll be here,” he promised. “I wouldn’t miss it for anything.” His lips brushed mine. “I’m ready. I’m just waiting, too.”
I nodded, hating it as he turned away.
One more month, I thought as I followed him home from a distance, just to be sure he was safe. One more month, he’s fully mine. One more month, and no more Stop-n-Go.
Have a great week!