27. Scotty
Scotty
MINE, MINE, MINE
We undress each other in rushed, groping movements, not caring if we tear something in the process because I can just mend the clothes later, anyway.
Once we’re finally naked, Juliette surprises me by wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me against her chest. Against her bare breasts, so pert and round with dark nipples, perfect in every way.
Nosferatu or not, she’s hot and beautiful and …
and all mine. Forever. Or for as long as she can stand me. Whichever comes first, I guess.
Juli presses her fangs into my neck again, this time in a different spot. Hot rivulets of my blood run down my throat, and she drags her tongue across my Adam’s apple, lapping it all up.
“Fuck,” I growl. It’s too much. I can’t keep my cock to myself anymore. It needs to be inside of her, buried within her cunt. Don’t want to rush, though, either.
Eh. Screw it.
With a buck of my hips, I push between her legs and bury myself inside of her. Juliette lets out a sharp hiss. She bites me again on the other side of my neck, and more of my blood spills. She greedily drinks it, then wipes her mouth clean with the back of her hand.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” I growl in her ear.
Juliette moans as she digs her claws into my scalp. “More,” she sighs. “More.”
Oh, she’ll get more. As much as she wants, until she can’t stand it anymore.
I lean down to bite her earlobe, which makes her shiver against me as I move in and out of her.
Not too fast. Not too slow. Need to get the speed and rhythm juuuust right.
I slam against her thighs, and she lets out a moan, until she’s a writhing, whimpering mess.
“So much for the big, bad Nosferatu, huh?” I taunt.
Juliette moves her hands down to my thighs and sinks her claws deep into them, breaking the skin.
Blood weeps from the wounds until we’re writhing in a pool of our mixed fluids.
My cock aches for Juliette like it never has for anyone before.
This woman is mine, and I’m going to make sure she knows it.
“Scotty!” she cries. “Scotty, please!”
I press my nose into the crook of her neck as I drive deeper into her.
Juli’s moans become raspy and serrated as I quicken the pace.
Her hips writhe against my cock in hungry desperation, and I can feel myself teetering on the edge.
Much more of this, and I’ll lose control over myself.
That can’t happen. Not yet. Not until my sweetheart has come, and ideally, more than once.
“I’ve got you, baby girl,” I whisper hoarsely. “Tell me what you need.”
“I need to come,” she moans as I bury my fangs into her tender flesh, spilling her blood. I drink from her deeply, relishing the feeling of our hot, tangy blood mixing together. Her blood, mine. Her cum? Also mine. Everything about her is mine, mine, mine.
The predator within me is fully unleashed, and the wet slaps only urge me on, on, on. I wrap a hand around her throat and squeeze. Juliette moans deeper as I threaten to crush her windpipe in my steely grip.
Oh, fuck me. This is what dreams are made of, isn’t it? I’ve had plenty of sex before, but it’s never been like this. Ever. Juli makes me feel … makes me feel alive again.
When Juliette lets out a thick, syrupy gurgle, I release her throat, then sit back on my knees and pull her up along with me. I impale her on my cock, and Juliette throws her head back.
“Beautiful,” I whisper. Juliette palms her own breasts, teasing the hardened nipples nestled in the middle of her purple areolas.
The sight is almost too much for me to handle, and I nearly blow my load right then and there.
“You’re so damn beautiful, Jules.” I pepper her porcelain-white throat with kisses.
You’d never know that seconds ago I was giving her a hand necklace because there are no marks. No evidence.
From this angle, I can kiss her as much as I want to, and I want to kiss her until she’s sick of me.
Jules can drink from me as much as she wants, too.
She could drain me dry and dump me into the sewers after we’re done, I don’t care.
Juliette’s lips press against mine as she bobs up and down on my cock, her tits bouncing. Taunting me.
“That’s right, sweetheart,” I rasp. “Take what you want from me. Use me.”
Juliette’s pupils dilate, and I both see and feel her bloodlust take over.
Good. Let her enjoy herself, for once. This beautiful, sensitive soul has been locked down here like a bird in a cage for centuries.
I get why. Her kind used to pillage and kill without prejudice.
But my Jules isn’t like that. She’s not a monster. No, she’s an angel. My angel.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” I growl into her ear as I hold her flush against my chest. I want to hear her scream my name. Need to hear her climax.
Juliette rides me hard, and when she digs her nails into my back, piercing the skin, I barely even notice. We may as well be one entity at this point. We’ve certainly shared enough blood. Jules throws her head back and cries out as her orgasm finally rips through her tiny body.
“Oh, gods! Scott—Scotty…”
I press my lips to the space between her breasts. “That’s my girl,” I murmur. jerking my hips against her to ride out the orgasm with her. I grit my teeth as my own climax crashes into me in thick, strangled spurts.
We fall against the blankets in a bloody mess, sated and exhausted. I wrap my arms around her middle and pull her against my chest, cradling her like she’s the most precious thing in the world. Because she is.
“We’ve made a mess, mon coeur,” she whispers.
We laugh, and I nuzzle the back of her neck. “We sure did. Whatever. We’ll clean it up later. Let’s get some sleep. The sun’s been up for hours already.”
“I love you,” she murmurs, and my heart fractures in a million places all at once.
“I love you, too,” I whisper back.
And then we both slip into a dreamless rest.
I awake to the sound of boots thundering overhead.
No, not just boots—it sounds like there’s a siege weapon rumbling inches away from my face, which makes no sense.
I bolt upright and rub the sleep from my eyes, still far too groggy to make heads or tails of the situation.
Juliette moans gently as she turns over onto her side, looking every bit the angel that she is.
But something feels wrong about this, so I place my hand on her shoulder and gently shake her. “Hey, Juli. Juli, wake up. Wake up, love.”
Juliette’s eyes flutter open, and she shoots upright in the cot next to me. “What is it? I smell…” She sniffs the air. “Humans. Lots of them.”
I quirk a brow at her. “You can smell them all the way down here?”
“Yes. I can smell their blood,” she says, looking up at the ceiling. “Can’t you?”
I shake my head. Not from down here, I can’t. Juli is incredible.
The candles on the crates tremble as something above us makes the salon shake like an earthquake. “And there’s at least two dozen humans above us right now,” she adds.
That’s an impressive skill to have. No wonder the Nosferatu were so dangerous back in their prime.
We get up quickly and scramble to head out into the sewers.
We trudge through the filthy water until we reach the ladder.
Juliette places her foot on the bottom rung, but I nudge her away and shake my head.
“No, love. Stay down here, just in case. I’ll go take a look. ”
Juliette’s eyes narrow. “No. I have much more experience with situations like these. I will look. I can cloak myself in darkness if I need to.”
Reluctantly, I step away from the ladder and allow her to climb to the top. I watch her as she removes the manhole cover and pops her head out like a gopher.
“Juli!” I whisper-yell. “What’s—”
She pulls her head back in just to glare at me. “Shh! Be quiet, mon couer. They might hear you! I’m going to have a look around. You stay here.”
“But what if something happens to you? How will I know?” I ask. I don’t like this. I don’t like this at all. Staying behind while she goes out and risks her life doesn’t sit right with me.
Juliette rolls her eyes. “If I’m not back in ten minutes, only then may you come looking for me.”
I nod and watch as she pulls herself out of the sewer, away from me.
Fine. Ten minutes? I can handle that. I’ve waited in line for concert tickets for up to four days in the wind and rain. Ten minutes will be nothing.
Ten minutes is agony.
I’ve paced the sewer so many times that I’ve burned holes in the soles of my boots. Counted all the weird cracks in the wall until I went cross-eyed.
Fuck this. I’m going up. The rumbling stopped a while ago and since then, it’s been nothing but silence. Why is that worse?
I climb up out of the sewers only to find … nothing. No people, no soldiers, and no Juliette, either. Not even the streetlights are on, which is both bizarre and disconcerting.
My stomach drops as I crawl out onto the streets and make my way toward the end of the street. When I pass an electronics store window, I check the analog clocks. A little after nine p.m.
I wander the streets for a good half an hour before finally getting frustrated enough to plop down in the middle of the street and drag my claws across my skull, tugging at my hair. “Dammit. Where are you, Juliette?”
I’m not worried about her. I’m not. She can handle herself, I know that… but the uncertainty is killing me.