A vampire's Choice

the night before sleep was easy to come by, last night was the worst. Not only did Lisa replay every little detail from the previous evening, but also what had inspired between her and the vampire. For years she had wanted to lose her virginity, just to have sex and get it over with, but no man had been tempting enough. Sure, they had tried, and she open to it, but it just did not work. And then come along this man, nee vampire, and Lisa abandoned all. Their stolen kisses before were terrific, the chemistry between them hot, but nothing compared to their activities in the field yesterday, in the middle of the day. Just thinking about it made her blush but also sent heat to her core. This feeling was new to her, and she loved it.

Pushing the blanket away with the images of yesterday, Lisa rose and made her way to the bathroom. After a quick shower and getting dressed, she sat on the bed, pondering over today. After all the new information learned, she and the group have to come up with a plan. One to stop the werewolf followed by the new threat. One around for centuries and seemed powerful. Nix did not explain this darkness and how to stop it, but after they kill this Luke, they had to call upon Nix again.

Opening the curtains to the sun's rays, Lisa admired the beauty of this place, just as she had Roger's home. The two were similar, with the locations in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by nature, and so different. This place had love and family with kids running around a couple strolling hand in hand, while Roger's place was cold, inhabitant by him and a few servants. But for the lack of emptiness, the place did fill a hole inside her, or rather, the man.

Lisa shook her head, trying to dislodge his thoughts. Just watching the sun bathing the trees and mountains in light brought her thoughts back to him. Hell, even eating made her think of him. Yanking closed the curtains and turning around, Lisa tried hard to focus on her surroundings, but he kept popping up. Those smoldering eyes should scare her, even when they turned completely black, but somehow they turned her one. Throughout their meeting, she had gathered that his eyes change with emotion. Anger, sadness, and especially lust. A sign he was losing himself become a beast and one that could ravish her the way she has dreamt about for so long.

"Stop it.” Her words came out croaked as she tried to tell her body to return to normal, but it was no use. The heat somehow stayed, getting stronger. Walking to the door, the movement allowed her panties to rub against her core, sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Then, wetness pooled, making her freeze. Holding onto the handle of the door, her grip tightened as she berated her body mentally for its reaction. Knuckles whitened with a firmer grip, but it was no use. The longer she pictures his handsome face staring down at her, the deeper her need for him grew.

With a loud huff, Lisa opened the door slightly, peeking out to see if the hallway was clear. Roger had informed her he could sense her arousal on multiple occasions, making her wonder if the wolves could also. Is that why Ruby left so abruptly yesterday, sneaking away in silence? Did the she-wolf smell the heat between her legs as she had replayed the kiss between her and Roger, and also the reason he showed up?

With no one around, the door creaked open fully. Lisa stuck her whole head out, glancing left and then right. With the coast clear, she intended to sneak outside. A walk alone is what she needed to forget about him, to get her newfound lust under control.

Walking down the corridor on high alert while stealing glances over her shoulder to make sure she was alone, the walk to the front door felt like ages. Then, being distracted with watching to see if anybody saw her, the door looming in front of her came out of nowhere. The plain wood door was at the end of the hallway, placed far from the other rooms. Blinking a couple of times and wiping her eyes, Lisa was shaken to realize whose room it was. Her body had betrayed her again, for it let her to Roger's room.

Without a second thought, she turned, but a voice in her head said she should knock. Taking a deep breath to build out the courage, Lisa gave a quick tap on the door before counting to three in her head. If he did not answer, she would leave, but seconds counted on as her legs stayed frozen. Then, with another, louder bang on the door, no answer came again. So, he must not be here, she wondered. And if so, she should leave, but before she could, Lisa found her hand around the handle, gently turning the metal to push open the door.

This room was amazing. It was almost double the size of her own, with two pairs of windows lining the walls. One to the bed on the left, while the other in front of it, double the size. The curtains were drawn shut as she itched to splay them open and look for him outside, but she ruled against it. So instead, she made her way to the bed, unmade with one side thrown open. Sitting down in the spot he most likely slept, the scent of wood brushed her nose. Drawing a deep smell, Lisa allowed his wonderful scent to wash over her, and she closed her eyes, marveling at him. Her body begged to bask in him, and as she was just about to lie down but a door opening stopped her.

Roger fitted the suits he wore daily, every inch made to hug him in the right spot, but never could she have imagined what lay beneath them. Stepping out from what she presumed is the bathroom was a fully naked Roger, still wet. Without meaning to, her eyes traveled down his perfectly sculpted body, taking in every exposed inch of him. Sculpted muscle covers his body as the water made his skin shine. The deep V on his torso inadvertently pulled her gaze lower to his shaft as it stood stiff before her, making her arousal jump up a thousand nudges.

"I am sorry for coming in without knocking, but I thought it is about time we talk. Just you and me.” It was a lie, for he could not know she thought he was gone, and she wanted to explore the place where he slept only to roll around in his scent. Averting her gaze down, Lisa brought up scenarios of how she could leave quickly before he scented her arousal. For the second her eyes had seen his glorious body, the panties she had on were trenched, her core on fire.

While examining the carpet, Lisa listened as Roger shuffled around the room, getting dressed, all while trying to get her body under control. Squeezing her thighs together to hide her state was useless for the friction added to her already sensitive area. The blanket bunched up in her fisted hands as they needed to reach out to him, and a second before she would jump at him, Roger spoke.

"I... uh...You can look now."

Peeking out from her squinting eyes, Lisa wished he would still be naked but is disappointed when she laid eyes on him, standing on the corner, far from her, with a pair of jeans snugged around his waist. Now that was new. The white suits he wore complimented his physique, but the blue denim hugged him to emphasize the enlarged package he had.

"I am sorry for entering. I knocked, but there was no answer." Lisa tried to justify her being here unannounced, but it was no use; he saw past her lies.

A half-smile lit Roger's face, amused at this woman. "So, you came in anyway?" He knew why she was here, for he felt the same. After yesterday's display, something was pulling him to her and her to him. An unseen elastic pulling tighter and tighter, plus the electric lust was sparking the air. The second he had spotted her, the sweet and intoxicating scent of her arousal had ambushed him, making him rock hard, and having her lovely gaze on him did not help. As soon as she had looked away, he grabbed the closest pair of pants and yanked them on. His stiff boner was a bit tricky, so he just shoved it down, flinching at the mixture of pain and pleasure. But when she looked up, it had sprung to attention again, pressing against the tight jail of the pants.

Lisa remained silent, for no excuse was coming to her. Instead, she glanced to the bathroom, the door slightly ajar, which afforded her a view inside. Again, a marbled bathtub was visible, this one much grander than her's, but with the size of the room and the bathroom state came the realization this is a master bedroom, but why would the wolves offer this up for a vampire? Again, more questions and no answers.

"Are you alright?"

The concern in his voice drew her back, and Lisa turned to look at him, catching the end of his movement as he sat down beside her. The heat between them intensified, and Lisa had no choice but to move away, sliding to the edge of the bed.

Roger caught her reaction to him, knowing she must still think of him as a monster after seeing him do. Turning his head to watch the curtains, wishing they were open, Roger fought the urge to pull her back to him for a kiss. The motivation he built up earlier vanished when faced with the real woman, not the imaginary.

Lisa saw his body tense up as he turned away from her, making her wonder why. He always seemed eager to touch her, but suddenly, he is distancing himself. Clearly, he craved her, as evidence from the bulge between his legs, or was it about last night?

"Look, I said we needed to talk, but if you need time..." Lisa began but stopped mid-sentence. Then, with a blur, Roger spun towards her, the smile replaced with anger.

"I don't want time. I just want you,” Roger admitted, finally feeling like a weight has lifted. He has denied the connection between them for days, and with Nix's confession, the truth became clear. Finally, for someone as unlucky as him, he is getting a second chance at love. She might believe him a monster, but he would show her he is not one anymore.

"I want you too, but..."

"I am a monster.” Spitting out the words, Roger pushed himself up and away from her, keeping his back on her. Admitting it out loud was painful, but to see her beautiful lips speak those words would kill him.

"You are not a monster."

Her words calmed him slightly, and he relaxed a little, but she did not speak the truth. "You saw it last night. The horrors I have committed."

Silenced followed his admission for a few seconds before Lisa finally spoke. "I have to admit, the things you have done were monstrous and evil, but that was not your fault. The one pulling your strings is a monster."

"It does not matter."

Lisa's pushing away the truth frustrated Roger. Spinning to face her, he stated, "I still committed those acts.” Lifting his palms, Roger glared hatefully at his skin, "Blood covers these dark instruments."

"That is not true." The pain evident in his voice and eyes tore her heart to pieces. Before, she did believe him to be a monster, but what she saw last night made him more human than he thinks. Reaching out to him as she stood up, Lisa's hands covered his as he tried to pull them from her, but she wrapped her fingers around his wrists, holding him to her. "I am not going to lie. There is blood on your hands for what had aspired, but it does not make you a monster. You know what does?"

Shifting the hold on his hand to her left hand, Lisa raised the free hand to his chin, gently nudging him to look away from his hands and to her gaze. Roger reluctantly let her lead him, the fight slowly leaving him. The creature he had feared to become when he was turned had happened, and he was not deserving of an innocent soul like Lisa. Meeting her gaze, Roger marveled at their beauty, the multi-colors shining in the dim light of the bedside table. It is one aspect he loves about Lisa, which makes her different from the rest, just like his looks separate him from society.

Their eyes stayed glued to the other as Lisa stated. “What I saw last night made it clear you are not a monster, now or back then, for I saw a man who just did the unspeakable crumble to his knees in tears. A man who sacrificed his love for the good of the world. A true monster does not mourn for the ones he has taken, does not give a second thought to them. You have been punishing yourself all these years, and you regret the mistakes you made. That is your humanity speaking up. You think all humanity is lost in you, but I am telling you it is still there. It is the reason I love you."

Roger is taken aback by her words. What she said was true; he did mourn for the lost ones, he did punish himself for what he had done. He even thought he had a curse on him, one that made him unlovable. But Lisa had just admitted she loved him, words he wished for all his life.

"You... You... love me."

Lisa nodded her head but inside, she was shocked. This man in her hold is a different species, a man who has killed before, a man she has only know for two weeks, but somehow she loves him. "Yes, I love you." The words came naturally to her, their sound pleasant as she said them out loud. The unimaginable has happened, for she finally has a family, a man to call her own.

"I don't know what to say." Roger loved her as well, has loved her for decades, but something stopped him from saying it. As hard as he tried to push the words out, it refused.

"Don't say anything at all." Lisa let him go, stepping out of his reach as she unbuttoned her shirt. "Make me yours, in every sense." Her shirt dropped to the floor as she stood proud before him.

The second Lisa had dropped her shirt, a decision was made. Sex was an extensive deal while losing one's virginity even more significant, but the moment felt right. Since the first time she met Roger, an attraction has been building, a connection forming between them. Initially, she had tried to deny it, even after every touch and kiss. The sparks that sizzled from contact with him were addicting, and knowing that she was his mate, the decision was easy. It might also help the arousal that peeks its lustful head whenever she was near him or even thinking about him. So here she was, baring herself to this man as warmth sparked between her legs.

Cool air from the room brushed over her naked upper body, the only cover of her bra. As Lisa watched Roger's eyes darken and a lustful emotion blanket his face, her reaction became evident. Hard nipples strained against the confines of her lace bra. A sudden need to tear it off made her reach up. Suddenly Roger moved. With a blur, he moved from the middle of the room to a few inches before her, a light grip stopping her from undressing further.

"I want to.” His voice came out deep and husky, the desire clear in him.

The contact from their skin sent the usual sparks through her body, but it was different. They were more intense, heating her skin and the room. Keeping her eyes glued to his face, Lisa couldn't help but let out a soft moan as his fingers trailed towards her breast, grazing her already hard and sensitive peaks. Her breathing deepened, the heat at her core overpowering her. Roger's darkened gaze traveled all over her body, hungrily taking her in. She is already wet, her arousal clouding him. He wanted to push her into the bed as he pierced her softness, but this was her first time, so he needed to take his time and make sure she is enjoying it.

Leaning closer to reach behind her and undo her bra strap enabled Roger's neck to be a hair length away from her face. Without thinking, a pink tongue snaked from her mouth, barely licking at his exposed skin. A deep moan burst from Roger's chest, enticing Lisa to lap harder before leaving a kiss where her tongue was.

With a hard yank, the lace bra ripped into pieces, leaving Lisa's breasts exposed. Without stopping, Roger grabbed one of her nipples between his teeth, gently sucking while his other hand molded her lonely breast. Pleasure coursed through Lisa, and she held onto Roger to keep herself up.

"You like that?” His hot breath heated her wet nipple as he murmured against her skin.

Instead of an answer, Lisa let out a lustful moan, pulling Roger closer to her, letting their bodies rub against the other. Then, reluctantly dropping her breasts, Roger snaked his hands behind her, palming her voluptuous ass. On instinct, Lisa gave a slight jump as Roger lifted her, and she wrapped her legs around him.

"More," she whispered.

Roger dug his fingers into her soft hips with a devilish smile, grounding his stiff member against her heated core. Pleasure exploded as he ground into her, making Lisa's head drop back while letting out a louder moan.

"That is right, baby. Let it all go,” Roger murmured, moving her hips faster. The friction from his pants made it slightly uncomfortable, but seeing the pleasure build in her fueled his desire.

A pressure built as her hips swayed harder. Lisa tried to lift her head so she could watch him, but it felt too good.

"Come for me."

Those words sparked the end as the pressure explodes, sending electric shocks through her body. "Yeeesss.” The word burst out of her as she ground harder on him, milking the pleasure it brought until it slowly evaporated, leaving her breathing hard and heartbeat pounding against her chest.

"You liked that?" Roger asked as he slowly lowered her, letting his hard member drag along her body, previewing what is to come.

Lisa's knees almost gave in, the grasp on his arms keeping her steady. She had no words to describe what she had just experienced. Masturbation was not new to her, but an orgasm like this made her wonder what the main event would be like. Finally opening her eyes, her's clashed with Roger's, and realizing he watched her come, reignited the spark. Not wasting a second, Lisa moved quickly to untie her pants, pulling them down at the same time with her panties. Roger did the same, letting out a sigh of relief after freeing himself from the prison.

Standing before him, naked, the full scent of her arousal burst out. Clothes had been restricting her scent, only offering up a piece of the real one. The sweet smell ambushed his senses, unleashing a sexual beast he did not know he had. In one move, Roger grabbed her waist, holding her against him as they crashed into the bed and pushing her deep into the mattress, the need to fuck her making him senseless. Crashing his lips on hers, the kiss was hard and rough with Lisa giving as good as she got. Wasting no time, Roger's hand traveled lower, brushing over her nipples before moving lower. Lisa's back arched when he touched her stiff peaks, the need for more claiming her senses. His fingers moved over her stomach and down, knowing where he was about to reach. Open her legs and allowing her knees to fall apart, Roger grumbled at her reaction, shocked by her display. She might be a virgin, but her response showed she needed this.

A loud moan burst from her throat as fingers brushed over her heated entrance, spreading her juices around.

"Fuck me. You are wet,” Roger purred against her ear.

"More.” Again, all she craved.

Roger obliged by slowly pushing one finger inside her before pulling it back. She was very tight, and he, not the smallest, so he needed to prepare her. Thrusting two fingers inside, Roger moved them in circles, making her moan harder. Never has the need to pleasure his partner been more significant, for he could get off just watching her come. A thought popped into his head as he retracted his fingers before plunging three inside. Her scream of pleasure became loud, loud enough for the house to hear, but he did not care. He wanted them to know that his mate is being taken care of, that she is getting what she needs.

Lisa tried hard to remain quiet, but he was making it too hard. If she thought grinding against him was good, this was even better. His fingers plunged in and out of her as the please built again, but she needed more, craved more. Finally, as if Roger could hear her, he gave it to her. His thumb brushed against her clit before rubbing it harder, moving it in circles. Her head thrashed around as stars filled her sight. The pleasure became too much, and just as she was about to explode, the fingers left her body, leaving her on edge.

With a confused look, Lisa peered down and saw Roger looking at her, a smirk on his face. "Why?"

"Because I want to taste you." Without waiting for her response, Roger buried his head between her legs, lapping at her juices.

The pleasure resumed and intensified with the new sensation. Trying to control herself, Lisa moaned softer as she watched his head move up and down, his tongue exploring her. Propping herself up on one arm, Lisa reached the other between her legs, grabbing his hair. They were soft and silky as she combed her fingers through them before grasping tightly as a shock of sudden pleasure burst from her. Finally, it became too much, and all she could do was let him drop back down, letting the pleasure wash over her.

The hold in his hair pushed Roger over the edge, making him nipple on her clit. It did the job as he heard her fall back down, the hand in his hair disappearing. He smiled against her core, taking pride in the moans he is causing. This woman is amazing, and she only deserved the best, which was yet to come. Before he had lapped at her, Roger knew she would taste amazing, but he had not been ready. Her juices were an aphrodisiac combined with drugs: addicting. Pushing himself as deep as he could, it was not enough. He wanted more, needed more. Her orgasm against his tongue. Straitening his tongue and pushing it into her, Roger used his hands to rub her clit, hard and round. The sweet nectar dripped from her as she reached closer to her orgasm when she exploded. Her voice pitched high as her orgasm crashed over her. Roger hungrily lapped at her core, needing all of her. The taste exploded in his mouth as he swallowed it. But something was wrong. The bloodlust he usually experienced took over but in sexual lust. Looking up from between her legs, a lazy smile crossed her face before she also looked at him. A haze crashed his senses as his thick member sprung even tighter.

"More." That one word pushed him over the edge, and he lost control.