Hate by K.A Knight

He watches me with feral, hungry eyes as I step closer, not teasing him. He needs this, I need this. My breathing picks up, my heart hammering in my chest as I willingly walk towards the hungry vamp, towards the predator, but instead of fear, lust fills me. I’m almost moaning, imagining him sinking those fangs into my flesh. He sniffs the air like an animal and growls, the chains creaking as he strains to get to me.

“You smell like life, like sex and blood,” he rumbles, the words muffled and rough from his fangs as need courses through him. His tongue darts out and licks his incisors, his eyes locked on the blood on my arm. Stepping nearer, I flinch at his sudden lunge then laugh.

“Feed,” I order, and press my arm to his mouth. He groans, lapping at the blood. His tongue is rough and wet, making me shiver as I visualise it buried in my pussy, blood dripping down me from his many fang wounds.

My eyes almost shut from the feeling. His are hooded as he licks my arm, tracing around the wound, his tongue tugging at the edges, making me moan at the flash of pain and the sexual way he does it. His eyes meet mine and then suddenly, he strikes. I jolt and scream in ecstasy as he sinks his fangs into me.

He rips through my skin, and the flash of discomfort fades into pleasure like I have never felt before—so hot and sudden. I fall forward into him and he catches me, wrapping me in his deadly embrace as he carries on drinking. I rub myself against him like a cat as I close my eyes, my pussy clamping down on air, my own cream dripping down my thighs. With each draw of his mouth, it feels like he’s sucking on my clit and I can’t stand it, it’s too good, too much pleasure. He pulls back and licks the cut, watching me as he strikes, this time not feeding, just biting.

I scream yet again, the pain making me wild. He watches my reaction with my blood coating his lips and chin. “Dirty little thing, you like my fangs,” he murmurs, and I nod breathlessly.

“Yesss, do it again,” I demand, gripping his hair which seems fuller, but before I can concentrate on what my blood has done to him, he attacks. Tearing into the skin at my elbow, he throws me into an orgasm from the force of his bite, leaving me spiralling in pleasure and pain.

I jerk against him before going limp. He holds me up as he licks the bites and heals them, but the blood still covers my arms and legs, except I don’t care. I cuddle into his chest and he holds me there, cooing words in French that I have no ability to understand.

“Fucking hell,” I whisper, my pussy still fluttering with aftershocks. It was one of those orgasms that rips through you, leaving you weak and tired after, but also strangely renewed. My legs are still jelly, so I let him hold me up until a noise has both our heads whipping around.

I spot the injured guard finally waking up. The vamp snarls, his fangs flashing as he grips me tighter. When the guard spots me in his embrace, he starts to laugh, the sound bitter and rattling.

“I knew you would break,” he murmurs, his skin pale, close to death.

The vamp holding me snarls as the guard chuckles, jerking in the chains as a plan forms in my head. “Let me go,” I whisper, and turn my head to lay a soft kiss on his bloody mouth. He groans, his fangs slicing my lip as he grabs my head and controls the kiss. I feel my fresh blood mix on our tongues, making us move against each other as the cut heals until I finally pull back, breathing heavily again.

I step away, turning to face the guard with an evil grin. “I’m glad you’re here,” I coo and crouch in front of him, stroking his face, ignoring the vamp’s possessive growl. “You are going to help us, aren’t you?”

He frowns at me. “You’re fucking crazy, you will die down here.”

“You’re right,” I agree and he starts to laugh again. “Partially. I am crazy, but I’m afraid it will be you doing the dying.” I yank him to me, and he screams as I start to laugh, the sound echoed by the vampire behind me.

I cover his mouth with mine as that power, the one keeping me alive, reaches out and latches on to him. He cries into my mouth, his body shuddering with the end of his fight, but he soon slumps and I jerk my head back, slurping the last of his power and shivering. Fuck, that was good.

I turn with a gasp, my mouth curving with the power flowing through me. Usually I change straightaway and I feel it coursing through me now, so surely I can send it back as well?

I drop to the floor, my body forgotten as I use all my power and turn it inwards, stopping the change. It halts, and as I push harder, sweat breaks out on my brow until slowly, ever so slowly, it starts to recede. When it’s done, I can still feel it there, waiting to be used, but I can function and I’m still in my own body. The whole plan depended on that.

I open my eyes and they lock with the vamp’s to see him watching me curiously. “Don’t worry, I’m getting us out of here. Be patient, hot stuff.”

I rise to my feet gracefully, power flowing through me as I start to stroll towards him, but I hear the door open and turn to face them instead. I grin at the guards there as they gape at me. “Hello, boys, thanks for the vacation spot, though I wouldn’t recommend the service.”

Eyes narrowed, they step towards me, so I wave my vampire goodbye and he blows me a kiss. Only then do I realise just how much my blood has affected him and it makes me stare for a second.

I was right, he is breathtaking, like a warrior of old. His face filled out, his body strong and muscular, skin golden and gleaming, eyes alight as he watches me be dragged away. He looks powerful and oh so fucking formidable that I debate killing the fools holding me and heading straight back to him to finish what we started, but no, I have a plan.

So I let them haul me out. They whisper amongst themselves about what to do with me, all of them worried how their masters will react when they realise I’m healed and untouched. I whistle and hang in their grip, kicking my legs gently in the breeze, looking around at the walls.

“Who’s your decorator down here? ‘Cause it’s very depressing. You could do with a splash of colour instead of all the grey and brick...maybe red.” I turn my head, grinning at them then, letting my eyes go black as I lick my lips. I watch the pulse of the one I’m staring at jump in his throat. “How about the red in your veins, boy?” I start to laugh as he gapes at me, horrified.

“Assmos wants her back in with the bull, said something about getting what they need…” one of them looks me up and down. “Another way.”

They drag me away faster now and throw me back into a familiar cell. I spin when the door shuts and stare at my bull. “Hi, honey, did you miss me?” I look around then, my eyebrows rising at the dead bodies everywhere. “I see you did some redecorating, love what you’ve done, very macabre.”

“You were gone,” he snarls, completely bull now, no hint of my gentle, confused Dume.

“Oh, are we back to playing?” I coo, sauntering towards him, his chains slinking across the floor as he steps further into the dark corner. “I do enjoy our games and I have a whole lot of energy to burn, what do you say, my bull?”

“On your knees,” he snaps, and I see a hint of Dume peeking through now as they both comprehend I’m more than fine. I’m fucking thriving despite being kept prisoner.

After all, you can never keep a bad girl down.