Awakening

Jen woke with a gasp, her head pounding, slumped against the steering wheel of her car. For a moment she couldn't remember where she was or how she'd gotten here. Then it came back in fragments—the party, Marcus in that costume, his eyes changing, commanding her to turn around...

And then nothing. A blank space in her memory.

She checked her phone. Nearly two hours had passed. Two hours of just... missing time.

Jen touched her neck experimentally, feeling for... she wasn't sure what. But her skin was unmarked. Whatever had happened, Marcus had left her untouched.

He must have gone back to the party without her. And suddenly, instead of feeling abandoned, Jen felt a rush of curiosity. What had he been doing for two hours? What had the costume made him into?

She got out and walked back toward Derek's house, her pulse quickening with anticipation rather than fear.

When she entered, she scanned the room for Marcus—and found him almost instantly.

He stood near the fireplace with Brad, Derek's friend. The gladiator. They stood close together, talking in low voices, and something about their body language made heat pool low in Jen's belly. Too intimate. Too familiar. Brad's hand rested possessively on Marcus's lower back, and Marcus was smiling at him with an expression she'd never seen before—dark and satisfied and powerful.

Oh.

Jen approached slowly, her thighs pressing together as arousal sparked through her. She'd never seen Marcus like this. Had never seen him command space and attention like he was doing now. Had never seen him touch another man with such casual intimacy.

"Marcus?" Her voice came out breathier than intended.

Both men turned, and the way they looked at her sent electricity down her spine. Predatory. Knowing. Like they could see right through her clothes to the wetness already gathering between her legs.

"Jen." Marcus's voice was different—deeper, more commanding. "You're awake."

"What happened? I don't remember—" She stepped closer, drawn to him like a magnet. "What did you do to me?"

"Nothing permanent." His eyes traveled down her body with obvious appreciation. "Yet."

"Yet?" She swallowed hard, her nipples hardening under her shirt.

"Your boyfriend has discovered some new... interests," Brad said, his hand sliding lower on Marcus's back. "We've been exploring them together."

Jen's eyes dropped to where their bodies touched, imagination filling in the details, and she felt herself get wetter. "I can see that."

Marcus smiled, showing a flash of something sharp. "Does that bother you, Jen?"

"No." The answer came immediately, honestly. "It's... really hot, actually."

"Is it?" Marcus stepped closer, invading her space, and she could smell blood on his breath. Fresh blood. "And if I told you what else I've been doing tonight? Would that still be hot?"

"Yes." She was panting slightly now, her body responding to his proximity, to the danger radiating off him. "Tell me. I want to know everything."

"Later," he promised. "Brad, where's Lisa?"

Brad's smile widened. "Upstairs. Resting. Second door on the left."

"Why don't you go check on her," Marcus suggested to Jen, his tone making it clear it wasn't really a suggestion. "I think you'll find her... changed."

"Changed how?" But Jen was already moving toward the stairs, pulled by curiosity and dark excitement.

"See for yourself," Marcus called after her, exchanging a knowing look with Brad.

Jen climbed the stairs with her heart racing, wondering what she'd find. The hallway was quiet and dim. She found the door and knocked softly.

"Lisa? It's Jen. Are you okay?"

No response.

She tried the handle—unlocked—and pushed the door open.

The room was dark except for pale moonlight. Jen squinted, making out a large bed, rumpled sheets, and a figure sitting upright in the center.

"Lisa?"

The figure moved impossibly fast.

Suddenly Lisa was right in front of her, and Jen gasped—not in fear, but in shock and immediate arousal.

Lisa's skin was pale as marble, her eyes completely black, her lips stained dark. When she smiled, Jen saw fangs—long and sharp and undeniably real.

"Holy shit," Jen breathed.

"Hello, Jen." Lisa's voice was deeper, raspier, dripping with sexuality. "Come to check on me?"

"What happened to you?" Jen asked, but she wasn't backing away. She was leaning in, fascinated.

"Marcus happened to me. And Brad." Lisa circled her slowly, predatory. "They fed from me together. Drained me. And when I woke up, I was this."

"A vampire," Jen whispered.

"Yes." Lisa stopped behind her, close enough that Jen could feel her breath on her neck. "Powerful. Hungry. And so fucking horny I could scream."

Jen's breath hitched. "That's... that's incredible."

"Is it?" Lisa's hands settled on Jen's hips. "You're not scared?"

"No." Jen leaned back into the touch. "I'm turned on."

Lisa made a pleased sound and pulled Jen back against her body. "Good girl. I was hoping you'd react this way."

"Did Marcus send me up here knowing what you'd do to me?" Jen asked, tilting her head to expose her throat.

"Probably." Lisa's tongue traced the column of Jen's neck. "Does that excite you? Knowing your boyfriend sent you to be another woman's prey?"

"Yes." Jen was already breathing hard, pressing back against Lisa's body. "God, yes."

"Then let's give him a show." Lisa spun Jen around and captured her mouth in a brutal kiss.

Jen had never kissed a woman before, but she opened immediately, moaning into Lisa's mouth, her hands coming up to grip Lisa's shoulders. Lisa kissed like she was trying to devour her, all teeth and tongue and dominance, and Jen surrendered to it completely.

When Lisa pulled back, Jen chased her mouth, whimpering.

"Clothes off," Lisa commanded. "Now."

Jen stripped frantically, tearing at her own clothing, **** to be naked. Her shirt, her bra, her jeans, her panties—everything hit the floor in seconds, leaving her exposed and trembling with need.

"Beautiful," Lisa breathed, circling her again, appreciating the view. "Marcus has good taste."

"Are you going to bite me?" Jen asked hopefully.

"Do you want me to?"

"Yes. God, yes. I want to feel what he felt. I want to know what it's like."

Lisa smiled, all fang and wickedness. "On the bed. On your back."

Jen obeyed immediately, climbing onto the mattress and lying back, spreading her legs without being asked. Offering herself.

Lisa prowled over her, still fully naked herself from earlier, her body pale and perfect and powerful. She settled between Jen's thighs, and Jen could feel heat radiating from her.

"I'm going to taste every inch of you," Lisa promised. "And then I'm going to bite you. And then I'm going to make you come so hard you forget your own name."

"Please," Jen begged.

Lisa lowered her mouth to Jen's breast and sucked hard, making Jen gasp and arch. Her hands roamed everywhere—squeezing, pinching, claiming. Then she bit down, not with her fangs yet, but hard enough to hurt, to mark.

"More," Jen moaned.

Lisa bit her other breast, her ribs, her stomach, leaving a trail of marks down Jen's body. Each bite sent pleasure-pain sparking through her, making her wetter, making her ****.

When Lisa's mouth reached between her legs, Jen nearly came just from anticipation.

"So wet already," Lisa murmured, her breath ghosting over Jen's slick folds. "Such an eager little slut."

"Yes," Jen agreed shamelessly. "Please, Lisa, I need—"

Lisa's tongue was sudden and perfect, licking through her wetness with obvious enjoyment. Jen's hips bucked up into her mouth, hands tangling in Lisa's hair, holding her there. Lisa ate her out with enthusiasm, her tongue working magic, fingers joining to stretch and fill.

"Oh fuck—oh god—" Jen was already climbing toward orgasm, her body coiling tight.

Lisa pulled back suddenly, and Jen whined at the loss.

"Not yet," Lisa said. "You don't come until I bite you. Until you're bleeding for me."

"Then bite me," Jen demanded. "Please, I'm ready, I want it—"

Lisa moved back up her body and sank her fangs into Jen's throat without further warning.

The sensation was indescribable. Pain and pleasure mixed so thoroughly that Jen couldn't tell them apart. She felt Lisa's mouth seal around the wounds, felt the pull as she began to drink, and it was the most erotic thing she'd ever experienced.

Her orgasm hit like a freight train, her body convulsing, screaming Lisa's name as the vampire fed from her. Lisa's fingers were inside her again, fucking her through it, prolonging it, making it endless.

When Lisa finally pulled back, Jen was gasping and weak, blood running down her neck and shoulder.

"More," she begged. "Don't stop. Take as much as you want."

"Greedy thing." But Lisa bit her again, on the breast this time, drinking while her hand worked between Jen's legs. Then her thigh. Then her hip. Multiple feeding points, taking blood from all over while Jen came again and again, lost in the ecstasy of it.

"Lisa—" Jen panted when she could speak. "I want—I want to taste you too."

Lisa pulled back, her face covered in blood, and smiled. "Yes?"

"Let me eat your pussy while you feed from me," Jen begged. "Please. I want to make you feel good too."

"Perfect." Lisa repositioned, settling her sex over Jen's face in a sixty-nine position, her mouth returning to Jen's inner thigh.

Jen had never done this before, but she dove in with enthusiasm, licking and sucking at Lisa's folds, tasting her arousal, trying to give as much pleasure as she was receiving. Lisa moaned against Jen's thigh, her feeding becoming more aggressive as pleasure built.

They pleasured each other desperately—Lisa feeding and fucking, Jen servicing and submitting, both of them climbing toward release together.

When they came, it was simultaneous and violent, both of them crying out, bodies shaking, lost in the dark pleasure of it.

Lisa rolled off her, and they lay panting together, Jen's body covered in bite marks and blood.

"That was incredible," Jen breathed.

"It was," Lisa agreed. "You're a natural submissive. So eager to be used."

"I want more." Jen turned to face her. "I want what you have. The power. The hunger. I want Marcus to turn me like he turned you."

"Do you?" Lisa's eyes gleamed. "You want to be a vampire?"

"Yes. More than anything."

The door opened.

Marcus and Brad stood there, clearly having watched at least part of the show.

"She wants to join us," Lisa announced.

Marcus's smile was cruel and beautiful. "Does she now?"

"Please," Jen begged, looking at her boyfriend—her vampire lord boyfriend. "I want this. I want to be like you. Like them. Please."

Marcus approached the bed, looking down at her blood-covered body with satisfaction.

"Then let's make you into something magnificent," he said, and lowered his fangs to her throat.