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Meet My Vampire

Here’s a little taste of my vampire…
JUST A DROP
The key was almost in the door of his car when the sharp copper scent caught him off guard. Sean’s hand shook as his vampire senses shot up to high alert. A second later he pinpointed the source.
The woman stood alone beneath the streetlight; small, fragile and bleeding. He hadn’t been looking to feed that night but there she was. Blood dripped from her left nostril.
The splash of each drop echoed in his head. His vision tinted red and he scanned the area. There was an alley about ten yards away. It wouldn’t take long to satisfy his hunger and send her on her way. His jaw clenched involuntarily.
She looked up and smiled, cupping a hand under her nose. “You wouldn’t happen to have a tissue, would you?” Blunt cut bangs framed dark brown eyes and contrasted against her pink cheeks.
The tone of her voice cut the tension a little. He took a step back from his car and blinked to clear his vision. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just the hot weather. Makes my nose bleed.”
“I probably have a rag or something in my trunk, just a second.” He pushed the key into the trunk lock of the 442 and lifted it open. A forgotten roll of paper towels was tucked beside the spare tire. He pulled a few sheets off and handed them to her then backed away again. The scent of her blood was sweet and hot, like cider.
She put the wad up against her face and blinked at the overhead light. Two shopping bags sat at her feet. “Thanks so much.” Her t-shirt was a little too small and gave him a healthy view of the outline of her breasts.
“Do you need a lift or something?” Part of him hoped she did. Doing the deed would be easier in the car. Anyone passing by would just think they were necking.
She shook her head and pointed down the street. “My apartment is right up there.”
“If you’re okay to walk, I can carry these for you and make sure you get in safe.” He moved in closer now that he had a handle on his impulse to rip her neck open.
There was no hint of fear or hesitation in her. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” She looked up at him. “I’d appreciate that.”
He tucked his keys into the pocket of his jeans then hefted the paper bags up into his arms. “Lead the way.”
“I’m Nadine. I’d shake your hand but I don’t want to get blood all over you.” She giggled and titled her head back, exposing her throat.
Sean grimaced. “That’s okay.”
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Sean.”
“Nice to meet you, Sean.”
Her apartment smelled like a bakery; vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. Nadine walked into the kitchen and tossed the bloody paper towels into the trash. She washed her hands in the sink and dried them on a pink dish towel.
“Do you get nosebleeds a lot?” he asked, setting her groceries onto the counter.
The fluorescent lights gave her a paler appearance and if she had fangs, she’d look like a vampire.
“Only when it’s wholly inconvenient and there’s a hot guy around to rescue me.” She winked at him and lifted the cover off a plastic container. There were at least a dozen intricately decorated cupcakes inside. Black licorice spiders with cinnamon imperials for eyes were nestled on top of dark gray icing and candy bones and cotton candy webbing.
“Did you make these?” He was impressed with the artistry. Each one looked like a cartoon or something.
“Yes. I’m a cake decorator. Do you want one?” She took a bite of one and licked the frosting off her fingers. She batted her eyelashes and tilted her head to the side. “They taste as good as they look. I promise.”
He laughed. The little cakes looked tasty but he could smell her arousal and he had a want to eat something else. “I’ll take a rain check on the cupcake but do you taste as good as you look?” The sweet scent of her pussy combined with the rush of her blood had his self control teetering on a dangerous ledge.
The tip of her tongue traced over her top lip. “You want to find out?”
His cock answered before he could and pressed insistently against his zipper. The situation progressed a little faster than he expected but he wasn't going to complain. He raised an eyebrow and took the cupcake out of her hand to set it next to the sink. He snaked a hand under her skirt and found her damp, hot. “Yes. I do.”
She groaned and stepped her feet apart, encouraging him.
He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like candy and he tugged at the elastic of her underwear, pulling them over her hips.
She wiggled the panties down her legs and kicked them aside, not bothering to take off her black Converse.
He yanked her skirt up and lifted her off her feet. Planting her ass on the edge of the granite counter top, he knocked over a sugar bowl. He spread her open with his thumbs and inhaled deeply. “You smell better than any fucking cupcake.”
She tangled one hand into his hair and used the other to grasp the handle on the cupboard above her. “Shut up and make me come.”
“I love a girl who’s not afraid to speak her mind.” He smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh before burying his face in her pussy. He circled her clit with his tongue while his fingers found her entrance. He slipped two inside her and she moaned.
She leaned her head back and her breathing accelerated along with her heartbeat. 
Sometimes being so close to the femoral artery was distracting.  The whoosh of the blood and the thump of the pulse against her skin teased him. He wanted to bite her but he put that out of his mind for the moment. First things first; she was close to coming. The endorphins released upon orgasm made the blood even sweeter, like adding a little sugar.
He sucked her clit softly and licked it. Her pussy tightened on his fingers and he curved them up inside her, stroking that spot that made her squirm and almost fall off the counter.
“Damn. I’m almost there. Don’t stop.” She pulled his hair and pushed his face against her pussy.
He gripped her thigh with one hand and fingered her deep and hard with the other. A tremble started in her legs and her body contracted. Her clit throbbed in his mouth and she coated his hand with her come.
He continued to suck and lick her until she pushed his head away. He stood upright and kissed her again, grabbing a fistful of her hair. The sight of her neck laid bare, brought back the red tint. His fangs ached but his cock wanted to be inside her before he fed.
She pulled his shirt up over his head. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
“You read my mind.” He pulled her shirt and bra off and lifted her from the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he backed her up to the wall next to the window. “Hope your neighbors aren't light sleepers, sweetheart.”
“I don’t care if they are.” She reached down between them and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
He groaned and moved his hips in response to her touch. He cupped her breast and lowered his mouth to the tip. Her small pink nipples hardened to pebbles as he sucked and bit down lightly, scraping his fangs over her sensitive flesh.
Using one hand under her ass, he held her in place while he unbuttoned his pants. His cock twitched in anticipation. His jeans dropped around his ankles. He teased her clit with the tip before he drove inside her. Nothing compared with the slick, hot feeling inside a woman. In that moment, he wasn't sure his brain was functioning at all.
She screamed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. Feels so good.” A light sheen of sweat coated her body and her tits bounced with every upstroke. The clock on the wall crashed to the floor.
“God. You’re so wet, tight.” He gritted his teeth and slammed into her harder. His eyes focused on her throat. He gripped her chin and tilted her face away from him. “Fuck.”
The first bite was always exhilarating, almost like a first kiss. He ground his hips against her, burying his cock deep as he sunk his fangs into her carotid artery. The freshly oxygenated blood flowed fast and hot and soothed the dryness in his throat.
“What are you--? Oh, God. I’m coming again.” The heels of her shoes dug into his ass and her pussy gripped his cock like a vise. Her nails tore into his shoulders, breaking skin.
That was all he needed to let go. He sucked a little more blood and then licked the wounds on her neck. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed. His eyes rolled back as he came in hot spurts.
She was breathing hard and staring at him harder. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”
He lowered her to her feet but she clung to his arms, her legs still shaking.
She leaned her head against his chest. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care what it was, just do it again. I’ve never come that hard.”
He laughed and rubbed his hand up her back. He wasn’t sure why the bite made chicks come but it did and he’d definitely do her again, but not tonight. He liked her so he didn’t really want to kill her or leave her in need of a high dose of ferrous sulfate.
On the drive home, he glanced at the cupcake sitting on the passenger seat and wished he could eat it. Her blood was as close to cake as he’d ever tasted.
Copyright © 2014 Alyssa Breck
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.

To read more about Sean check out Branded by Sin, the first book in the Bad Blood Empire series.

Meet My Vampire and Other Stuff

2013 closed with some really fantastic opportunities for me and 2014 is looking great.
I received a reversion of rights on my previously published paranormal romance, Giving Up the Ghost. I’m currently editing it and commissioning new cover art. I’ll be re-releasing it in the next couple of months.
I’ll be a featured author at Authors After Dark in Charlotte, NC. Save the dates: August 6-10, 2014. This event is a must for writers and fans alike of paranormal romance, erotica, horror, etc.  
I was invited to join TBR Authors. This group will be releasing bundles of books throughout the year including some fun Girls’ Night Out themed books. In October 2014, I’ll be attending the corresponding reader event in Las Vegas.
And…
I’m super excited to announce that Ellora’s Cave has contracted three books for Bad Blood Empire, my erotic urban fantasy series. I’ve been writing and developing Sean Black for a couple of years and he finally has a home. As an introduction, I’m sharing a short story below.
Here’s a little taste of my vampire…
JUST A DROP
The key was almost in the door of his car when the sharp copper scent caught him off guard. Sean’s hand shook as his vampire senses shot up to high alert. A second later he pinpointed the source.
The woman stood alone beneath the streetlight; small, fragile and bleeding. He hadn’t been looking to feed that night but there she was. Blood dripped from her left nostril.
The splash of each drop echoed in his head. His vision tinted red and he scanned the area. There was an alley about ten yards away. It wouldn’t take long to satisfy his hunger and send her on her way. His jaw clenched involuntarily.
She looked up and smiled, cupping a hand under her nose. “You wouldn’t happen to have a tissue, would you?” Blunt cut bangs framed dark brown eyes and contrasted against her pink cheeks.
The tone of her voice cut the tension a little. He took a step back from his car and blinked to clear his vision. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah. It’s just the hot weather. Makes my nose bleed.”
“I probably have a rag or something in my trunk, just a second.” He pushed the key into the trunk lock of the 442 and lifted it open. A forgotten roll of paper towels was tucked beside the spare tire. He pulled a few sheets off and handed them to her then backed away again. The scent of her blood was sweet and hot, like cider.
She put the wad up against her face and blinked at the overhead light. Two shopping bags sat at her feet. “Thanks so much.” Her t-shirt was a little too small and gave him a healthy view of the outline of her breasts.
“Do you need a lift or something?” Part of him hoped she did. Doing the deed would be easier in the car. Anyone passing by would just think they were necking.
She shook her head and pointed down the street. “My apartment is right up there.”
“If you’re okay to walk, I can carry these for you and make sure you get in safe.” He moved in closer now that he had a handle on his impulse to rip her neck open.
There was no hint of fear or hesitation in her. “Really? You wouldn’t mind?” She looked up at him. “I’d appreciate that.”
He tucked his keys into the pocket of his jeans then hefted the paper bags up into his arms. “Lead the way.”
“I’m Nadine. I’d shake your hand but I don’t want to get blood all over you.” She giggled and titled her head back, exposing her throat.
Sean grimaced. “That’s okay.”
“What’s your name?” she asked.
“Sean.”
“Nice to meet you, Sean.”
Her apartment smelled like a bakery; vanilla, cinnamon and sugar. Nadine walked into the kitchen and tossed the bloody paper towels into the trash. She washed her hands in the sink and dried them on a pink dish towel.
“Do you get nosebleeds a lot?” he asked, setting her groceries onto the counter.
The fluorescent lights gave her a paler appearance and if she had fangs, she’d look like a vampire.
“Only when it’s wholly inconvenient and there’s a hot guy around to rescue me.” She winked at him and lifted the cover off a plastic container. There were at least a dozen intricately decorated cupcakes inside. Black licorice spiders with cinnamon imperials for eyes were nestled on top of dark gray icing and candy bones and cotton candy webbing.
“Did you make these?” He was impressed with the artistry. Each one looked like a cartoon or something.
“Yes. I’m a cake decorator. Do you want one?” She took a bite of one and licked the frosting off her fingers. She batted her eyelashes and tilted her head to the side. “They taste as good as they look. I promise.”
He laughed. The little cakes looked tasty but he could smell her arousal and he had a want to eat something else. “I’ll take a rain check on the cupcake but do you taste as good as you look?” The sweet scent of her pussy combined with the rush of her blood had his self control teetering on a dangerous ledge.
The tip of her tongue traced over her top lip. “You want to find out?”
His cock answered before he could and pressed insistently against his zipper. The situation progressed a little faster than he expected but he wasn't going to complain. He raised an eyebrow and took the cupcake out of her hand to set it next to the sink. He snaked a hand under her skirt and found her damp, hot. “Yes. I do.”
She groaned and stepped her feet apart, encouraging him.
He kissed her and sucked her tongue into his mouth. She tasted like candy and he tugged at the elastic of her underwear, pulling them over her hips.
She wiggled the panties down her legs and kicked them aside, not bothering to take off her black Converse.
He yanked her skirt up and lifted her off her feet. Planting her ass on the edge of the granite counter top, he knocked over a sugar bowl. He spread her open with his thumbs and inhaled deeply. “You smell better than any fucking cupcake.”
She tangled one hand into his hair and used the other to grasp the handle on the cupboard above her. “Shut up and make me come.”
“I love a girl who’s not afraid to speak her mind.” He smiled and kissed the inside of her thigh before burying his face in her pussy. He circled her clit with his tongue while his fingers found her entrance. He slipped two inside her and she moaned.
She leaned her head back and her breathing accelerated along with her heartbeat. 
Sometimes being so close to the femoral artery was distracting.  The whoosh of the blood and the thump of the pulse against her skin teased him. He wanted to bite her but he put that out of his mind for the moment. First things first; she was close to coming. The endorphins released upon orgasm made the blood even sweeter, like adding a little sugar.
He sucked her clit softly and licked it. Her pussy tightened on his fingers and he curved them up inside her, stroking that spot that made her squirm and almost fall off the counter.
“Damn. I’m almost there. Don’t stop.” She pulled his hair and pushed his face against her pussy.
He gripped her thigh with one hand and fingered her deep and hard with the other. A tremble started in her legs and her body contracted. Her clit throbbed in his mouth and she coated his hand with her come.
He continued to suck and lick her until she pushed his head away. He stood upright and kissed her again, grabbing a fistful of her hair. The sight of her neck laid bare, brought back the red tint. His fangs ached but his cock wanted to be inside her before he fed.
She pulled his shirt up over his head. “You’re beautiful,” she whispered. “Fuck me.”
“You read my mind.” He pulled her shirt and bra off and lifted her from the counter. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he backed her up to the wall next to the window. “Hope your neighbors aren't light sleepers, sweetheart.”
“I don’t care if they are.” She reached down between them and squeezed his cock through his jeans.
He groaned and moved his hips in response to her touch. He cupped her breast and lowered his mouth to the tip. Her small pink nipples hardened to pebbles as he sucked and bit down lightly, scraping his fangs over her sensitive flesh.
Using one hand under her ass, he held her in place while he unbuttoned his pants. His cock twitched in anticipation. His jeans dropped around his ankles. He teased her clit with the tip before he drove inside her. Nothing compared with the slick, hot feeling inside a woman. In that moment, he wasn't sure his brain was functioning at all.
She screamed and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Yes. Feels so good.” A light sheen of sweat coated her body and her tits bounced with every upstroke. The clock on the wall crashed to the floor.
“God. You’re so wet, tight.” He gritted his teeth and slammed into her harder. His eyes focused on her throat. He gripped her chin and tilted her face away from him. “Fuck.”
The first bite was always exhilarating, almost like a first kiss. He ground his hips against her, burying his cock deep as he sunk his fangs into her carotid artery. The freshly oxygenated blood flowed fast and hot and soothed the dryness in his throat.
“What are you--? Oh, God. I’m coming again.” The heels of her shoes dug into his ass and her pussy gripped his cock like a vise. Her nails tore into his shoulders, breaking skin.
That was all he needed to let go. He sucked a little more blood and then licked the wounds on her neck. His balls tightened and his dick pulsed. His eyes rolled back as he came in hot spurts.
She was breathing hard and staring at him harder. “What the fuck did you just do to me?”
He lowered her to her feet but she clung to his arms, her legs still shaking.
She leaned her head against his chest. “Don’t answer that. I don’t care what it was, just do it again. I’ve never come that hard.”
He laughed and rubbed his hand up her back. He wasn’t sure why the bite made chicks come but it did and he’d definitely do her again, but not tonight. He liked her so he didn’t really want to kill her or leave her in need of a high dose of ferrous sulfate.
On the drive home, he glanced at the cupcake sitting on the passenger seat and wished he could eat it. Her blood was as close to cake as he’d ever tasted.
Copyright © 2014 Alyssa Breck
All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, locations, and incidents are products of the author’s imagination, or have been used fictionally. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental. No portion of this work may be transmitted or reproduced in any form, or by any means, without permission in writing from the author.