I want a taste

Jerome

I looked at Danica warily, her back was to me because she was sleeping on her stomach, I wondered what she was dreaming about, what thoughts were going through her head before her sister had got into her head, according to what my enforcers told me.

The family was complicated, and I had no doubt Danica was from the family because of how they all behaved.

I pitied the father, he had three daughters and a step son, two daughters he had no idea about, and a stepson he wouldn't have imagined he could have. And the way his eyes had almost came out when Danica started screaming.

Danica rolled and blinked her eyes open.

"Jerome." She mumbled her voice husky. Her nose twitched as she sniffed. Her eyes widened slightly and then she smiled.

I moved back warily, I'm not willing to agree that hee smile now creeped me out, but it did.

So when she just stood up and grabbed my arms to throw me down on the bed and then straddled me, I couldn't tell who was more shocked.

"You smell so good," she craddled my neck and sniffed, "why do you smell like this, it's like..like it's in my brain, I want to do things to you." She purred while I just kept staring.

"You smell so good." She rocked her hips against me.

I stiffened when she smiled at me again, but this time she had fangs.

Her eyes flashed and suddenly my neck was being turned sideways.

"Danica." I tried to turn my head so I could face her.

She growled at me pushing my head to the bed so my neck was exposed.

"Danica!" I said more firmly.

"I want to bite you, your scent is driving my crazy, there's this extremely hard pounding in my head that's telling me to claim… I want to bite."

Did they do something to her? She wanted to claim me, after firmly telling me she couldn't.

Was she in a haze? Was she going to regret it when the haze finally cleared? Would she hate me for not stopping her? Because, oh God, I didn't want to.

She bent and licked across my neck, my breath caught as her lips grazed my neck.

"I really want to bite...but something is telling it's a bad idea while one is telling me it's the right thing to do."

Koala

I nodded, chest still heaving. “It lasted forever.”

Vincent grinned. “And they only get stronger.”

“Fuck,” I chuckled breathlessly. “I can’t even imagine.”

“In a second, koala, you won’t have to.”

Next thing I knew, I was quaking like mad again, Vincent's fingers

back to their wicked little jig. I detonated a second time. Vincent waited for me to finish, then started again with no breather.

“Unnnghfffuck!” I strained out—loudly—a minute later. “How d-do you keep m-making me c-come in m-my ass?”

“Ah, yeah,” Vincent purred. “Goddamn, feel you pulsing.” He eased to slow strokes. “That’s three. Now you count.”

I shuddered, gasping raggedly. “W-What?” I croaked.

Vincent smirked and pulled free. Toweled off his fingers. “Now you count,” he repeated slowly.

I frayed mind tried to make sense of Vincent's logic. He’d removed

his fingers, which meant no more orgasms. So why would I have to

freakin’ count? But right as I opened my mouth to ask, he pulled out his

Drawer and grabbed a six inch vibrator. I stilled in surprise. Vincent was going to freaking fuck me with a vibrator? Give me more O’s with his vibrator?