It didn’t take long before me and Brody were in bed, a mass of tangled limbs. I shut my eyes, tilting my head as Brody littered my neck with kisses. I let out the tiniest of moans as he scraped his teeth over my skin, sending fireworks shooting down my nerve endings. He did it a few more times in between kisses, forcing a moan out of me each time. His lips met mine in a hard kiss and I didn’t quite match the pressure, letting out a kind of impatient moan as he palmed me, kissing me some more. I bucked my hips a little as he unbuttoned my pants, tilting my head more as a silent plea for him to fucking bite me already. But the fucker just kept up all the teasing, paying less attention to my neck than I was happy with.
He stripped the both us slowly, dragging every movement out and I whined, giving him the puppy eyes. His teeth connected with my skin again and this time he scraped across my neck hard enough to draw blood. I shivered as it sent more fireworks through me, smiling up at him. He kissed me slowly, almost forcefully, as he stretched me and I kissed back, letting out a tiny whine. He seemed to get the message then, lubing himself up and fucking me. He still didn’t fucking bite me, though.
I tilted my head that extra bit further just in case he still hadn’t understood what exactly it was I wanted. I let out a louder moan as he sunk his teeth into my neck because fuck it felt good. He kept biting me and honestly, it felt better than the sex. I tangled my fingers in his hair, doing my best to keep him near my neck. I shivered as he bit my shoulders.
As if the sparks dancing along my nerves from the bites weren’t enough, Brody started jerking me off, fucking me harder. It didn’t take much more for it to send me over the edge. Brody followed soon after, flopping onto the bed beside me. I snuggled up to him, humming as he licked up the blood from each bite. I almost wanted him to bite me again but I could tell he was sneakily healing each bite. Shame. I was starting to feel kind of sleepy when I heard his belly rumble.
"You can take more if you want, I don't mind" I said sleepily, glancing at his belly.
"I don't want to end up hurting you" he said, playing with my hair. Don’t do that, that’ll make me sleepier.
"You won't" I yawned.
"It's fine, gorgeous, I'll go feed from Lazarus or something"
I woke up a little at that. Brody kisses me and got up, wandering off to find Lazarus. And I stalked him the entire way. Don’t judge. I followed him to Lazarus’ pack’s house, sort of watching them as best as I could. I faintly heard Brody whining to Lazarus about his appetite before blondie huggled him and Brody started feeding on him. I felt a pang of jealousy hit me. That was s’posed to be my job, not his. I stormed in, feeling like the world’s biggest bitch. Lazarus noticed me but Brody was too busy feeding to really notice anything. I pulled Brody off him, sending a glare in his direction. Lazarus covered the holes in his neck and I glared at him a little more. He looked kind of confused by the glaring but I didn’t give a fuck. Brody was still hungry. I sort of steered him to my neck, smiling as he sunk his teeth in. I kind of glared at Lazarus again, just because I could.
I started feeling dizzy after a while, knowing Brody had probably drunk more than I could afford to lose but I didn’t care. It was my job to keep him fed, plus the biting was a bonus on my part. He stopped eventually and judging by how dizzy I was, he really had taken more than I could afford to lose. He seemed kind of torn between something before healing me and fucking off somewhere, no doubt looking for someone else to feed on. Trust me to be too dizzy to stand up, let alone follow him.
I woke up with a start. That had to be possibly the weirdest dream I’d ever had, and I’d had dreams about being a fucking puppy and nuzzling up to a mommy dog. Yeah, I know...
The panic was slowly creeping up my spine again as I replayed the dream in my head, almost recognising both events. But... I mean... Why should I? I still hadn’t made up my mind on whether or not I could trust Brody but then why else would I...?
Brody walked in about ten minutes later, smelling of whoever it was he’d fed on that night. He frowned a little when he saw me sat there hugging my knees to my chest.
He sat on the bed with me, putting an arm around me. I leant my head on his shoulder, earning myself a kiss on the top of my head. I sighed slightly.
"I think... I think it might've been a memory or something" I said and Brody shot me a questioning look. "Did you used to bite me when we were fucking?"
He nodded a little. "Sometimes"
It could’ve been a memory after all, then. That’s... interesting, to say the least.
"'Cause I discovered the... effect it had on you. But really, if you're not okay with it anymore I’m sure I’ll cope"
"It used to turn you on. Which is why I was confused when you told me that you don’t like it"
"Oh..." I trailed off slightly and he was quiet. "What... What about Lazarus?" I asked, trying to hide the slightly grumpy tone to my voice.
He shrugged. "I fed from him as a new born to learn to control myself, so we've been doing that again to try and stop me from killing people"
I nodded slightly.
"You were helping most til you were kidnapped but after that, Lazarus was the one that had to help me"
I nodded again, not even bothering to disguise the look of jealousy I knew had flickered onto my face. I tried to ignore the look of curiosity and confusion Brody gave me.
"What’s that look for?" he asked.
"The one on your face" he laughed slightly.
I shrugged a little. "I dunno, I... I just kinda seem jealous or something at the idea of you feeding from someone else"
“Oh” he said, sounding more confused now than he was before.
I sort of shrugged it off and tried to change the subject. Because if I’m honest, the whole thing was creeping me out.