He needs her NOW

Marcus pulled the car into a spot down the street from Derek's house. Through the windshield they could see the party already in full swing—windows glowing with orange and purple Halloween lights, costumed figures visible moving inside, bass-heavy music thumping even from here.

He killed the engine but didn't move to unbuckle his seatbelt.

"Ready?" Jen asked brightly, checking her makeup one last time in the visor mirror. The gothic wench costume looked perfect on her—black corset, layered burgundy and black skirts, dramatic makeup. "We're fashionably late but not too late. Perfect timing."

Marcus didn't answer immediately. He sat perfectly still, gripping the steering wheel, feeling the power thrumming through his veins. The transformation had completed during the drive over—subtle changes Jen hadn't noticed in the dark car, but he could feel every one of them.

His skin had gone alabaster pale. His eyes had darkened to pools of shadow. His senses had sharpened to supernatural levels—he could hear heartbeats from inside the party house, could smell blood and sweat and arousal mixing with cheap beer and Halloween candy.

And the hunger. God, the constant aching hunger.

"Marcus?" Jen's hand touched his arm. "You okay? You've been quiet."

He turned to look at her and had to suppress the predatory smile that wanted to spread across his face. She looked delicious. The pulse in her throat called to him like a siren song. The scent of her arousal—faint but present from sitting close to him—made his cock stir in the tight leather pants.

"I'm fine," he said, his voice coming out deeper, more resonant than normal. "Just... thinking."

"About what?" She smiled, clearly not noticing the changes yet. "Nervous about the party?"

"No." His hand moved from the steering wheel to her thigh, sliding over the velvet of her skirt. "Thinking about you."

"Me?" Jen's breath caught slightly at his touch. "What about me?"

"How beautiful you look." His hand moved higher, bunching the fabric slightly. "How much I want you right now."

"Marcus, we're literally about to walk into a party—"

"I know." His hand continued its journey upward, pushing under the layers of skirts. "But I need to touch you first. Need to make you feel good."

"Someone could see—" But her protest was weak, her legs already parting slightly under his touch.

"Let them." Marcus's fingers found the edge of her panties—simple black cotton under all the dramatic costume layers. He slipped beneath them, finding her already wet. "You want this too. I can feel how ready you are."

"We shouldn't—oh—" Her words cut off in a gasp as his fingers slid through her wetness, circling her clit with practiced precision.

Marcus began to pleasure her with steady, expert strokes. His middle finger dipped inside her while his thumb worked her clit, building her arousal methodically. His other hand gripped the steering wheel, steadying himself against the overwhelming urge to do so much more.

"Marcus—god—that feels—" Jen's head fell back against the headrest, her eyes closing, her legs spreading wider.

He watched her face as he worked her higher—the flush spreading across her cheeks, her burgundy lips parting on soft moans, her breathing becoming ragged. The scent of her arousal intensified, filling the car, making his fangs ache to descend.

Not yet. Not until the perfect moment.

"You're so wet," he murmured, adding a second finger inside her, pumping slowly while his thumb maintained steady pressure on her clit. "So ready. Like you've been thinking about this all day."

"I have," Jen admitted breathlessly. "Been thinking about you. About how good you look in that costume."

"Just the costume?" Marcus increased his pace slightly, curling his fingers to hit that spot inside that made her gasp.

"No—you—something about you tonight—different—can't explain—"

She couldn't explain because the supernatural allure was affecting her subconsciously. The vampire magnetism drawing her in, making her body respond even more intensely than normal.

"Get in the back," Marcus commanded suddenly, withdrawing his fingers.

"What?" Jen's eyes flew open, glazed with lust and confusion.

"The back seat. Now." His voice carried weight it had never possessed before—authority, power, the edge of compulsion even though he wasn't fully pushing his will into her yet.

Jen hesitated for only a second before obeying, scrambling between the seats to the back, her skirts tangling around her. "Marcus, what are we—"

"Lie back," he instructed. "Spread your legs."

She obeyed, her back against the seat, her knees falling open. Marcus could see the wet spot on her black panties even in the dim light from the street lamps.

Instead of following her into the back seat, Marcus opened his door and stepped out into the cool October night. His cape swirled around him dramatically as he walked around the back of the car to her side.

He opened the rear passenger door.

Jen was sprawled across the back seat, her skirts hiked up, her legs spread, looking up at him with wide eyes. "Marcus, someone could walk by—"

"I don't care." He knelt on the ground outside the car, positioning himself between her spread legs. His cape pooled on the pavement behind him, the crimson lining brilliant against the dark asphalt. "Pull your panties to the side."

"We can't—"

"Do it." The command was absolute, laced with just enough compulsion to override her hesitation.

Jen's hand moved automatically, hooking her fingers in her panties and pulling them aside, exposing herself completely to his gaze.

Marcus's fangs descended fully at the sight—sharp and aching and ready. But he kept his mouth closed, not ready to reveal that particular development yet.

He leaned in and ran his tongue through her wetness in one long, slow stroke.

Jen's cry was sharp and sweet, her hips bucking up toward his mouth. Marcus gripped her thighs, holding her steady, and began to devour her in earnest.

His tongue worked her clit with supernatural precision, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention. His newly heightened senses told him exactly what she needed—he could hear her heartbeat accelerating, could smell the surge of arousal, could taste the changing chemistry of her pleasure building.

"Oh god—Marcus—your mouth—" Jen's hands tangled in his hair above where the cape fastened, pulling him closer, grinding against his face.

Marcus's cape billowed slightly in the evening breeze, the heavy fabric moving like a living thing. The visual was incredible—a vampire lord in full gothic regalia kneeling on the pavement outside a car, his cape dramatically spread behind him, eating his wench's pussy like he was starving for it.

And he was starving.

He sucked her clit between his lips—carefully, keeping his fangs retracted just enough not to pierce her yet—and slid two fingers back inside her, pumping in rhythm with his tongue's movements.

"Fuck—yes—right there—don't stop—" Jen was beyond caring about being caught now, her voice rising, her thighs trembling on either side of his head.

Marcus increased his pace, his fingers curling to massage her g-spot while his tongue flicked rapidly over her clit. He could feel her getting close—her inner muscles beginning to flutter around his fingers, her taste changing subtly, her heartbeat reaching its peak.

"Marcus—I'm going to—oh god—"

He let his fangs extend fully then, the sharp points grazing her clit ever so slightly as he sucked.

Jen came with a scream that probably carried to the party house, her body convulsing, her pussy clamping down on his fingers, her hands fisting in his hair almost painfully. Marcus worked her through it, licking and sucking every drop of her release, his own arousal painful in his leather pants.

When her body finally relaxed, trembling and oversensitive, Marcus pulled back slightly. His face was wet with her juices, his eyes dark with hunger. The fangs were still fully descended.

It was time.

He shifted his attention from her center to her inner thigh, kissing the soft skin there, his tongue tracing patterns higher and higher.

"Marcus—too sensitive—need a minute—" Jen's protest was weak, her body still riding the aftershocks.

"Just relax," he murmured against her skin. "One more thing. One more pleasure."

His mouth opened wider, positioning his fangs against the tender flesh of her inner thigh. He could see the vein pulsing just beneath the surface, could smell the blood flowing hot and rich.

"What are you—"

He bit down.

His fangs sank deep into her inner thigh, piercing the vein perfectly. Jen's scream was shock and pain and unexpected pleasure all mixed together. Hot blood flooded Marcus's mouth—the first real feeding, the taste even more incredible than he'd imagined.

Sweet and rich and perfect, laced with her arousal and the endorphins from her orgasm. It sang through his veins like liquid fire, strengthening him, completing the transformation, bonding her to him on a primal level.

He drank deeply, gulping down mouthfuls of her blood, his hands gripping her thighs to hold her steady. Behind him his cape shifted in the breeze, crimson lining flashing, the dramatic visual of a vampire lord feeding from his prey.

Jen's initial scream faded to whimpers, then moans. The pain transformed into something else—dark pleasure, the vampire's kiss releasing endorphins that made the feeding almost orgasmic for the victim.

"Marcus—what—oh god—" Her hands were still in his hair but pulling him closer now instead of pushing away, her body surrendering to the sensation.

Marcus drank until he felt satisfied—not completely drained, he wasn't trying to kill her, just feed properly for the first time. When he finally withdrew his fangs, blood continued to trickle from the puncture wounds.

He licked the wounds carefully, his saliva sealing them partially, slowing the bleeding to a trickle. Then he sat back on his heels, looking up at her.

Jen stared at him with wide eyes, her chest heaving, one hand pressed to her inner thigh where he'd bitten her. Blood stained his lips, dripped down his chin. His fangs were fully visible, sharp and red-stained.

"You're—you're really—" She couldn't finish the sentence.

"A vampire," Marcus confirmed, licking the blood from his lips. "The costume transformed me. Made me into something powerful. Something hungry."

"You bit me." Jen's voice was shaky but not entirely horrified. "You drank my blood."

"I did." Marcus rose to his feet, his cape swirling dramatically around his legs. "And you're going to let me do it again. Many times. Because you're mine now, Jen. My wench. My prey. My future consort."

"I don't—this is insane—"

"Is it?" He leaned into the car, caging her with his arms, letting her see the predator he'd become. "Or is it the most real thing you've ever felt? Tell me that didn't feel incredible. Tell me you didn't almost cum again just from me feeding."

Jen was silent, her eyes searching his face.

"I can make you forget," Marcus offered quietly. "Use compulsion to erase this. We can go into that party and pretend tonight never happened. Or..." He smiled, fangs glinting. "You can embrace it. Accept what I've become. Join me in the darkness."

"Join you how?"

"I'll turn you. Make you immortal like me. We'll hunt together. Feed together. Build an empire of darkness together." His hand cupped her face. "But first, we go into that party. And you're going to help me find others worthy of transformation."

"You're going to turn people at the party?"

"Some of them. The worthy ones." Marcus's thumb brushed her lower lip. "Are you with me? Or should I make you forget?"

Jen looked at him for a long moment. Then she reached up and pulled his mouth down to hers, kissing him deeply, tasting her own blood on his tongue.

When she pulled back, she was smiling. "I'm with you. Always."

"Good." Marcus helped her sit up, straightening her skirts, though the bite mark on her inner thigh was still visible. "Then let's go show them what darkness looks like."

He offered his hand and helped her out of the car. Together they walked toward Derek's house, Marcus's cape billowing dramatically behind them, both of them marked by blood and transformation, ready to turn a Halloween party into a feeding ground.