13.2 Succumb

"W-what are you talking about?" Your voice sounds strange and muffled, as if the words were spoken by someone else.

Luke's pained eyes turn to look at you as the normally confident man seems hesitant to speak. Frowning, you feel your mind drifting back to that night at the hospital. Deep down you know he's aware something is wrong with you. However, you have to hear the words from him yourself.

"You should take a seat." He finally speaks, almost cautiously moving forward to assist you.

Impatiently, you accept his help and move to the sofa. Crossing your good arm over your chest in a defensive motion, you indicate for him to continue. He pauses again, looking away from you as he takes a moment to form his thoughts. The dim light does a poor job illuminating his features but you cannot help appreciating them nonetheless. The scant light present highlights his defined cheekbones and sharp jawline. A light stubble covers the lower half of his face, something you're not used to seeing. In fact, the more you observe the more you notice the subtle changes. His shirt is slightly wrinkled, and his hair has grown a bit longer than usual. However, it's the noticeable affliction in his gaze that draws your attention. A twinge of guilt runs through you as you realize just how hurt he must be. Before you can expound on the realization he finally speaks.

"There have been some strange things happening in town... for a while now." He exhales slowly as his gaze warily returns to your direction. "At first we thought it was a rabid animal, then some type of cult activity."

He pauses when his eyes finally meet yours. Your brow furrows as you notice the slight look of unease they hold. The regret only builds further as you come to realize he is concerned about his well being in your presence. Whatever he knows or suspects about you has concerned him so deeply yet he's risked it all in some effort to help you. You're unsure whether to feel comforted or just sick. On the one hand he seems to be the only person who genuinely cares about your wellbeing. Not to mention the fact it appears there is more to the event you witnessed than you initially believed. Alternatively, you're just beginning to come to terms with the fact that there is something inherently wrong with you. Whatever happened after the accident, that has caused you to behave the way you have, can no longer be avoided.

"And what do you think now?"

"You're going to think I'm crazy..." His words trail off as anger returns to his voice.

You're well aware it's not directed at you despite the man's mixed feelings towards you. He instead seems annoyed with his own inability to properly articulate his thoughts.

"Try me." You reply with a wry smile, knowing his theories can't be any crazier than the ones currently bouncing around your head.

"I... I know this seems impossible and I'm the last person in the world to think this..." Luke begins rattling almost nervously as he tries to **** the words out. "Vampires are real... and they're here in our town."

"Vampires." You echo the last words you had hoped to hear. "What makes you think that?"

"For starters, those people you saw me shoot." His words are hard and pointed, the pain he’s felt towards the event coming forth. "They didn't die, they barely stayed down for more than a couple of minutes."

"You're serious..." You breathe out slowly, absentmindedly standing to pace before realizing your current handicap.

Luke quickly rises to assist you, his hands slipping around your arm as he helps you up. You feel a slight jolt of electricity when his fingers come into contact with your skin. Leaning against him for a moment you breathe in his scent. You don't remember him smelling this good before. Not that he didn't smell good before, but now there's a sweet, inviting aroma mixed in with the smell of soap and cologne. When he moves to step away you find your hands latching onto the fabric of his shirt.

"Do you think I'm one of them?" You demand, looking up at the man somewhat desperately.

"No." He quickly states reassuringly before wincing slightly. "Not yet at least, but I fear you're infected."

"Infected?" You repulse slightly as if on cue the uncomfortable heat returns to your body.

"It's okay, I'm close to finding a cure." Luke's arm wraps around you, pulling you closer against his large frame.

His words should have more resonance, however, you're suddenly too enthralled by his delicious scent to think any further. Turning to face him, you feel your arm reflexively wrap around his back. Almost instinctively you look up at him, you can feel your cheeks flush as a look of vulnerability comes over your face.

"You really care about me."

Luke's expression quickly softens at your words. You feel his grip around you tighten as he holds you close. Exhaling deeply, he leans down to mumble in your ear.

"I would do anything for you."

His words only seem to fuel the heat growing deep inside your abdomen. Unable to take it any longer, you inexplicably lean forward. The feel of his lips against yours is familiar and comforting, while also strangely intoxicating. It's as though you can taste his very scent, which has translated to notes of honey and peaches mixed with sweet tobacco and leather. Unable to help yourself, you press against him deeper, eager to drink in every taste you can get. Any apprehension the man might have had towards you appears to instantly disappear at your touch. You feel his hand gently brush up your side as his own mouth presses fervently against yours. The feeling growing inside spurs you forward as you find your hand suddenly at the buttons of his shirt.

"Lill" He mumbles after pulling away slightly, one of his hands reaching out to stop yours. "We shouldn't, you're still hurt."

"Please." You all but whimper, the sensation now clawing inside you, pleading with you as you're pleading with him for more. "I've missed you so much."

The words are only a half truth but they feel entirely real as you speak them. Real enough for the man to believe it seems as he all but instantly caves. Momentary relief is felt as his lips press to yours once more and his arms wrap around you. He lifts you effortlessly as he moves you back over to the sofa before pausing momentarily to help you down. Annoyed with the constraints of your casts, you wait impatiently for him to return. Wrapping your arm around his neck you pull him to you, eagerly drinking in his taste as you hands move to continue removing his shirt. His own hands begin traveling across your body, slowly undoing the tie around your shirt. After a moment, he sits up to remove his shirt and then the undershirt beneath it. Your eyes fervently take in his strong, muscular form. You note his scent has only grown stronger and more inviting, driving you forward.

Sitting up, you shrug off most of your shirt while Luke begins to undo his belt. You wait in anticipation as he removes the rest of his clothes, revealing his full form. Your chest feels heavy and the fire continues to churn in your lower half as you hesitantly reach forward. Your hand lands on his lower torso, the heat from his body seeming to rival that inside you. It's almost too much to touch yet you cannot stop yourself from continuing. Your fingers slide further down his searing skin until they reach the object of their desire. The man's large member is already fully erect as you gently run your hand down along it. He stiffens slightly at your touch, seeming to be slightly conflicted again. You're annoyed by your current impairment, feeling as though you're completely recovered. Before he can voice any objection to progressing, you quickly lean forward.

Heat quickly envelopes your mouth as it is filled with part of the hard appendage. Any concern he might have had seems to leave his mind as he willingly accepts your advances. You're overwhelmed from the intoxicating taste and aroma he seems to possess and eagerly lap against his skin. You hear him groan slightly as more of his thick member slides down your narrow throat. One of his hands wraps around the back of your head, holding you in place, while his other works to unclasp your brassiere. You continue to move your mouth along his large shaft and run your tongue across it. The enticing taste seems to only leave you wanting more. Saliva runs down along the appendage before splashing down onto your legs where you swear you can feel them fizzling away from the heat you're generating. After a few moments you finally pull away and look up at the man fervidly.

"Please," You entreat him again, your brow furrowing in slight agony. "I need you."

Those appear to be only words he needs to hear as a seconds later you find yourself back against the sofa. You can hear fabric tearing as your skirt is haphazardly pulled away. Eagerly you arch into his touch, moving as much as you're able to help him remove what's left of your clothes. Once he's done he gingerly moves down on to you, taking care around you casts. Annoyed and impatient, you wrap your arm around him again, pulling him towards you. He pauses for a moment before positioning himself and moving forward. Instant relief is felt as his large member forces its way inside.

"Oh, Luke." You can't help mumbling as it continues to engulf you.

Your thoughtless words appear to have resonated with the man as his actions quickly intensify. A deep moan leaves your throat as he begins moving deeper inside. Your arm wraps around his back and your nails dig into his taut flesh. He leans down to meet your lips again and his intoxicating aroma fills your lungs once more. The scent seems to emanate the strongest from his face. Perhaps it's because he's perspiring already, though you don't recall his sweat ever smelling good before. Now that you notice it, you also seem to be building up quite the sweat. You know at this point it can't just be chalked up to a fever. Pushing any thoughts of your present troubles out of mind, you focus on the temporary relief Luke's actions bring. Eventually, you feel your eyelids flutter closed as the pleasurable sensation builds. Your nails dig deeper into the man's back as you gasp out in ecstasy.

Suddenly, the sweet aroma is more pungent and pressing. Frowning slightly, you slowly run your hand up along to his shoulder. Through hooded eyes you can make out stark crimson on your fingertips. Quickly looking away, you try to put the sight out of your mind. While you've never been particularly squeamish around blood you're certainly not used to being drawn to it. Though it was only the briefest of glances you cannot ignore the instant appeal it held. You can still smell the delicious aroma as you try desperately to concentrate on the other pleasurable sensations. Eventually, as his pace increases you find distraction once again. Arching into him, your unbound leg moves to wrap around him.

"Easy," He cautions in your ear, using his free hand to steady your movements. "I don't want you to hurt yourself."

"I'm fine." You mumble unconvincingly, fighting to get closer to him.

Your nose brushes against the side of his face as he moves over. All at once your nostrils are filled with the sweetest of scents as the fresh wound on his cheek brushes past. Without thinking, you feel your tongue move to run across its length. A soft moan escapes your lips as a delicious essence plays across your taste buds. Even half dried, his blood is exhilarating. Pulling away slightly, the man casts you a confused look. A blush quickly spreads across your cheeks as you realize your actions. Before you can fully react a strange feeling seems to come over you. It's as though an instant shout of energy has been pumped directly to your veins. Without thinking, you flex your once immobilized arm. As though made of paper mache, the obtrusive cast quickly crumbles away.

"Lill what did you do?" Luke sits up slightly, staring at your now freed arm in alarm.

"I don't care, I'm fine." You whimper, the heat in your core reaching a crescendo. "Please, don't stop."

Luke pauses for a moment, seemingly torn between lust and concern. Eventually, the former takes control as he flips you over. The cast on your leg crumbling when you swiftly get onto your knees. One of Luke's hands wraps around your abdomen, pulling you back towards him. A soft exhale of pleasure leaves your lips as he roughly reenters you. It's as though a renewed strength has been breathed into you just from the slightest of a contact with the man's blood. As your upper half slowly sinks down into the cushions, you notice the bright glimmer of red still staining your fingertips. Subtly, you slowly draw your hand towards your face before subtly running your tongue across the aromatic substance. An audible moan is heard as the luscious, velvety taste hits your tongue causing you to climax once more. Taking this as a result of his actions, the man increases his efforts.

Your eyes roll towards the back of your head as his large frame repeatedly slams against you. The pleasurable sensation mixed with the linger taste of blood is unimaginably satisfying. Moaning again, you arch further into him before another one of your fingers slips into your mouth. More of the sweet liquid filling your palate as you suck on the stained digit. Luke's own fingers dig into your sides as he pulls you back against him. The combination of his rough thrust and sweet taste are enough to bring you to orgasm once more. Gasping out, you slump forward slightly as more of his weight presses against you. The aftermath of your pleasure is still in effect when you absentmindedly note his own climax. Warm liquid trickles down your inner thighs after he pulls away a moment later. Still dazed from the adrenaline and pleasure rush you're unable to do more than continue lying in place as all of the day's events slowly come back to mind.