Love Bites, Part 2


[Continued from previous post...]


The air hit Gavin and made him feel ever so slightly light headed. Swaying to the side, his arm shot out to let his palm find the side of the building, regaining his balance so that he could pull Rosalyn towards him. Their fingers entwining as his dark eyes drank in the sight of her.

There was something about her that seemed to make the werewolf feel younger and so full of life, perhaps that was why he suddenly guided her back against the wall, his form flush against her. It was going against everything he stood for, yet the desire to just find out what it was like was all too much. Shifting to get his footing, Gavin reeled slightly as he brought his arm up, his thick fingers tugging at the button of his cuff. Once open, he pushed the material up to his elbow and looked from his wrist, to Rosalyn's face, then back again. The animal in him wanted to feel it, enough that it won over the man in him who wasn't so sure, it was going to be now or never.

Seconds ticked past in tense silence before he looked Rosalyn in the eye, his tongue moistening his lips, "Pretty please." Inside, ever since he was a boy, Gavin had been terrified of a vampire bite. Part of him always believed that eventually, it would happen, and if it was going too... Then he would rather experience it with the only vampire he found himself trusting rather than when he was older when it would be inevitably against his will.

The rough bricks of the building's exterior snagged her sweater, the fabric making soft sounds as Rose shifted up and down against it, not trying to free herself but simply too excited physically to hold still. There was hard behind her and in front of her, and then there was Gavin's wrist, pale and upturned.

Rose paused, her hands dangling loosely by her sides. Keen eyesight meant that, even in the dark, she could see the network of bluish-green veins spreading like tree branches under his skin. She was immobile for a moment longer, and then just the razor-thin edge of a fingernail touched him there. "Gavin..."

Oh how she wanted to.

To know the way he tasted.

What if he hated her later? What if he took one look at her demonic features and flipped? What if - and this was the big one - she got him on her tongue and couldn't get enough?

But he'd said the magic words, pretty please, and there was nothing she could deny him if he begged. Rosalyn cradled his wrist and dipped her head, a mass of dark hair curtaining her face for the transition. She opened her mouth and licked the place where his skin was bluest. Teeth rested lightly there, denting before puncturing. Her knees wobbled with the effort to pull back and allow blood to bead at the surface, rather than greedily drawing from it. The blood's scent was exotic to her, might even hurt her in large doses, so it was with a restrained whimper that Rose only tasted the droplets rising past the surface.

Why was she hesitating? Gavin wanted to ask her, but then he decided he might not like the answer. Maybe it was because he was a werewolf, did they taste bad, did she think he would taste bad? What if he did taste horrible, christ, what if he was disgusting? Would she spit him out, or try to be polite and put it down to how much alcohol was running through his veins? It would be like offering a wine connoisseur a glass of vinegar.

Hearing his name, Gavin looked up, his dark eyes searching Rosalyn's before she dipped her head, taking his wrist in her small delicate hands. With a deep breath, the werewolf tensed himself, not sure what to expect but getting ready for whatever it would be. Adrenaline flowed through him, and he was acutely aware that she let her hair cover her face. That meant only one thing.

This was it...

Sighing as her tongue lavished the sensitive skin of his wrist, Gavin felt the peculiar sensation of what he could only describe as several needle pricks all at once, belatedly realising that she had deliberately tried to be as gentle as possible. Part of him inside swelled up at the thought, touched by the care that Rosalyn had taken. All in all, it was no worse than scraping his skin from a fall, the slow steady burning where his skin separated just a little.

"Rose..." The werewolf's eyes had closed once her tongue had begun to dance over his wrist, tickling the skin while the pointy tip of her tongue strummed over the pulsing veins just beneath the surface, playing him like a miniature harp. Gently, the fingers of his free hand sunk into the thick tresses of her hair, losing himself in the moment.

As for the vampire, she'd begun shuddering, great racking tremors that made her teeth chatter, separated by long periods of stillness. It was agony to keep herself in check for both their sakes, but each time she cleaned his wound, she waited for it to bleed anew before laving it again. The animalism inside her needed leashing, and she grabbed his belt and clutched it roughly, letting out her more primal instincts with the hand that squeezed there and then on the backside of his jeans.

Eventually she pressed a closed kiss on the punctures, willing the face he knew and cared about to reappear before lifting it. "I love the way you taste." Rosalyn's eyes had gone from gold to blue, but lost none of the ravenous look. "Every bit of you," she said, putting her nose up to his and smiling, "You're like a piece of hard candy I just want to unwrap and suck on for a while."

The way her head felt was sort of swimmy and unusual, but not at all a bad thing. "Sometimes it's hard to savor it," she murmured, "You just wanna give in and bite. If you ever need to give in, Gavin, I won't complain."

Between the hand on his rear and the way she was looking at him, Gavin felt like he just might lose it, right there and then. Though nothing had prepared him for the words she offered up next. The effect was instantaneous. With the werewolf's body still pressed against Rosalyn's his arousal would have been felt without a doubt. And no wonder, those simple seductive words oozed over him like thick syrup and took his mind for a ride. Tantalising images being brought forth, front and centre, by his vivid imagination.

With parting lips and a sudden, almost jerky, shudder, Gavin failed to stop the low groan from leaving his throat. No one could turn him inside out so quickly the way Rosalyn did. With the kind of thoughts running through his head, it was a wonder that he hadn't suddenly grabbed the clothes she wore, and tore them off. Chest heaving, Gavin struggled to calm himself down, getting utterly nowhere in his attempts.

"You..." Swallowing, Gavin leveled the vampire with his own hungry gaze, "Have no idea..." One rough palm dared to graze along Rosalyn's neck, gliding down between her collar bones over her shirt. "Just how close I am to taking you right here." With his free hand he suddenly wrapped it around her waist and pulled her roughly against him. "Like the animal I am." The end of his sentence was breathed out as a growl, the sound rich and warm as it fell from his lips.

That was exactly the sort of thing that made her wild for him. He could open up that throat and say such rough and raw things, and turn Rose from a siren into a schoolgirl with her panties in a knot. The difference was, unlike a schoolgirl, Rose would never blush and beg off. If Gavin wanted her to cry uncle, he was barking up the wrong tree.

"I wouldn't trade you for a gentleman." Not in a million years. This was the side of him she'd longed to watch from the moment she met him, even if then, she plied him with food instead of sex. Wasn't that the biggest difference between their bites and what it had done to them? A werewolf's restraint versus a vampire's abandon? Rose would've given her eyeteeth to see Gavin cut all threads to restraint and just... Take. Exercising the only mobility she had, she lifted a thigh up to his hip, her foot encircling his calf, while the black hem of her skirt rode higher. "Go ahead. Make me climb the walls."

Quick as lightening, his rough warm hand slipped to the back of her knee, pulling her closer still. "You're still a lady to me." The words were whispered warmly against Rosalyn's lips, and he meant them with every fibre in his being. Vampire or not, there was no mistaking the class and self respect that she had. Locking his hazel eyes with her robin's blue, Gavin used his upper body to push her shoulders gently against the wall, the faint sound of her shirt scraping against the rough surface barely heard over his heavy breathing.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, if I just let go?" With each gruff word his hand inched up her thigh, the smoothness of her skin one of the most addictive things he had ever encountered, "Climb the walls?" Fingers still creeping towards the apex of her thighs, Gavin unabashedly growled when they finally came into contact with the silken material covering Rosalyn's most intimate parts. Still buzzing from a mixture of alcohol and the bite, the werewolf not only accepted her words as an invitation, but a borderline challenge.

With one simple fluid movement, his hand glided into her underwear warmly, "I'll make you sing from the roof tops." Crushing his lips hungrily against Rosalyn's, his middle and ring finger delved deeply into her moistness while his thumb sought out her most sensitive spot of all. Unable to stay silent, he heard himself moan, expressing just how wonderful she felt.

The kiss didn't last long. As soon as he swept his fingers inside, Rose took her mouth away and leaned her head back. She stiffened and opened up her throat to let him know how much she appreciated the bold exploration. It was a loud cry, untempered by modesty, certain to draw attention if anyone happened to be around the corner of the bar they'd just left. If they had a curious audience, Rose didn't notice. She only widened the angle of her leg and took hold of the werewolf's head with both palms. "Gavin," she said, because she loved the sensation of those syllables in her mouth, "Gavin, you've got me swinging."

A smile of rapturous enjoyment, and she was speechless again, at least so far as words went.

The unique taste of the werewolf's blood remained with her, and his scent, and growls, and his rhythmic touches, and his weight pressing onto her. Simply put, he was the entire planet, the center of the universe. He had her pinned up and tied into knots. As predatory as her kind was considered, they could be quite beholden, as well, and if the look on her face was an indication, Rose was hanging on his every move.

"And you've got me hooked." The words were whispered against Rosalyn's lips, those thick fingers intentionally crooking intimately to bring home his point in a more expressive manner. Hazel eyes didn't move from her face though, not for an instant, because to the werewolf this was a gift. Just getting to see her like this again was too good an opportunity, and he wanted to try and memorise it all.

Gavin couldn't recall a time where he was this drawn to anyone, the way he was drawn to her. Not just by looks either. Her attitude, the playful wit, and the way he could just be himself around her. When had he ever been this free, this wild, as to dare get so intimate with a woman in public where people were bound to find them? She was getting under his skin, he could feel it, like an itchy restless sensation that he couldn't get enough of. Though he wasn't about to tell her that.

"Have I mentioned this is one of my favorite places to be?" The werewolf let his breath cascade against the creamy skin of Rosalyn's neck, "I could spend hours here..." With his hand on her lower back, he pulled the vampire closer, almost onto her tip toes so his mouth could work up her neck. Teeth and tongue worshiping Rosalyn's silken skin as he kissed his way to the back of her ear, the tip of his tongue tracing that subtle little indent. Taking a deep breath in, savouring her scent, Gavin whispered low even as his hand sped up its ministrations, "But not right now, because this is just until I get you into bed, spread against the sheets so I can make good on my promise from earlier."

God, was he dying to do that.

Rosalyn reached up. Her hand splayed against the bricks and then the fingers curled, so that the chipped surface tested the strength of her nails. One broke painfully low, but it was either to be there or embedded in Gavin's shoulder. She had just sense enough to spare him that. Much gentler was the slow, rocking motion of her hips against his palm, designed not only to increase her enjoyment but to give Gavin an idea of how it'd be if he replaced those fingers with something else. At some point, Rosalyn put her foot against the wall and used it to propel herself in circles and creative other patterns, eager to play a part in the pleasure game.

Nudging to have her turn, she put her mouth up to his ear. "Have I mentioned there's nothing I wouldn't do to you?" She enveloped the shell of Gavin's ear with her mouth, breathing just to allow him to experience the light rush of air across the moist lobe. There were lipstick prints up and down his jaw. Before it was over, they'd be in more compromising places. She knew a climax was nearing, because his fingers were quite expert and the thrill of the alley was getting to her head. Rosalyn backed away to let him see her face. Strands of rich, black hair tangled against the bricks behind her. "Watch."

Sensitive hearing meant that Gavin heard her nail snap, a hiss of air being sucked through his teeth at the thought of it. There was just certain things that made him squeamish, but he wasn't going to admit it, or dwell on it either. The werewolf's attention was brought quite firmly back to where his fingers now moved with subtle twisting and more vigour. The tempo picking up when her lips caressed his ear. Rosalyn had no problems with pushing his buttons, and to be honest, he'd let her push them all night if could. "Nothing?" Now that opened up a particular can of worms in his head, as if being teased by whatever his imagination could conjure up.

Gavin, while his attention was riveted on Rosalyn, couldn't help but notice the sound of footsteps slowly approaching. This caused some mixed feelings for the werewolf, part thrill, part dread, and part determination to speed up and give Rosalyn the experience of her un-life. Gavin's skin tingled, the hairs on his arms and neck standing up even as little beads of sweat ran down his neck. He pulled back just enough to watch her like she had asked, hazel eyes dancing over her features with unmistakable hunger. Oh, but she was beautiful, and not just on the outside either. Rosalyn was beautiful inside too, even if she didn't know it, or think it, the werewolf saw it.

Clutching Rose around the waist, their stomachs pressed together, Gavin struggled to catch his breath. The sensations from just touching her was perhaps the closest he had ever gotten to having himself an accident. "I'm watching." The words were whispered out, low and gruff like small warm growl.

Thick, dark lashes lowered over the vampire's eyes as she climbed to her release. Rosalyn heard the footsteps, too, but couldn't care. The closer she came, the more rigid her body went, until she was barely moving at all, only straining onto his fingers. "Nothing," she repeated, her voice soft and hoarse, lips and nose in the barest contact with his.

Trembling, she wrapped a hand around Gavin's neck to keep herself standing as her knee buckled.

The other palm suddenly cupped the erection she felt between their tightly-pressed bodies.

At the moment when her nerve endings screamed that note of unbearable pleasure, her blue eyes closed, and she broke, she could've been any girl in the world. Nothing much separated her from the living; her lungs even gasped for air. Nobody alive could want Gavin more than she did. She pushed her mouth against his and smothered the worst of her vocals, which subsided into tiny moans and then a delicate laugh.

Because she couldn't hear feet moving anymore, and that either meant the onlooker went another way, or was standing there gaping at them.

"I'm sorry, baby," she said, not looking the least bit remorseful. "I got there as quick as I could."

A strained groan erupted from Gavin's chest as Rosalyn's hand got acquainted with the crotch of his jeans, didn't she realise how close he was, just from being the one getting to worship her? In the back of his head he knew the feelings he was accumulating for her were building up into something that just spelled 'Danger' but they were out of his control. This woman, this vampire, was beginning to mean more to him than any previous fling he had ever had with other women and he couldn't explain why. All he knew was that he was captivated by her, and he didn't want to give her up either. That was going to get difficult in the long run, if there was one.

"You're so beautiful..." The words hadn't been intended for her ears, but they had come out so clearly she would have heard them anyway. Gavin's hand paused, his fingers strumming her inside very gently before his hand was slipped out of her underwear. The beat of his heart was like a drum pounding within his chest, and while his hazel eyes drank in the look on Rosalyn's face, his tongue licked over his fingers. Another thing he was becoming addicted to.

Carefully, he let his large hands cup Rosalyn's cheeks and brought her lips gently against his. This time, the kiss was slow, and he savoured every second of it. Gliding one hand to the base of her neck, the werewolf entwined his fingers in the thick tresses of her hair, aiding the way her face tilted up to his so that his lips could capture her lower one. With a soft nip his teeth tugged on her lip a moment longer before his arms snaked around her small frame, crushing her fully against him.

With a husky laugh, Gavin looked down at her with a mischievous smile that caused his eyes to sparkle. "Don't you ever rush, take all the time you need." Simply because he enjoyed every second just as much as Rosalyn did.

"Uh oh," she said, feigning concern at his expense. "You just gave me a permission note." Because taking time to do something right could work both ways, and Rosalyn was fully capable of grinding the gears to a near-halt and stringing him along for a long, long while, with a mouth and hands that took their sweet time getting tired. Wouldn't she just love to hear him falling to pieces?

Still holding onto him, she tickled her fingertips upwards in a playful dance, finishing it with a tap to his pants button. "Don't go losing the wind in your sails, Gavin." She opened her mouth and ran her tongue along the divide between his upper and lower lip. "We're gonna do things that'll make you blush."

He was really getting her imagination cranked. With the uncertainty of their longevity dangling overhead, Rose had every incentive to just flat-out floor it with the werewolf. That and how far gone she was over the guy. When he called her beautiful, or when he put his fingers to his mouth to taste her and got that hazy look in his eyes, she was only a step away from swooning like a teenager.

Unwinding herself from him and letting her skirt fall into place, she picked up his hand and tugged him in the direction of the car.

"Surely permission isn't a bad thing?" Then again, how was he to know what Rosalyn was thinking? His gaze followed her fingers and Gavin laughed when she tapped the button of his jeans. Very cheeky, but wasn't that one of the reasons he liked her so much? Someone who wasn't afraid to be playful, or mouth off back at him when he got sarcastic. Like it or not, the werewolf had finally met his match, it just so happened that their species were renowned for hating each other to death. Rather literally.

Cocking his head to the side, it took Gavin a few moments to catch the implication as he was pulled along towards the car. "Don't you worry about my sails, they'll be fine until we get home." Whose home he didn't care, providing it was still with Rosalyn. Unlocking the car, he tossed the keys over to the vampire, knowing he was wickedly over the limit to be driving. Pulling the passenger door open with a loud click, Gavin eased himself into the seat and fumbled for a good minute with the seat belt, sighing once he pushed it into place at last.

Only once he was settled did he turn to give Rosalyn a very curious look, "What things that will make me blush?" Alright so he was fishing to find out what she had planned, but who could blame him? Not that he was complaining, whatever else happened tonight, he was still over the moon with what had just taken place. In his mind, when he closed his eyes, there was a picture of her imprinted there and it made him smile.

Waiting until she had gotten herself sorted, Gavin reached over, his large hand finding her knee and claiming it as home.

"That would be telling. When you were a kid, you didn't peek at your presents before Christmas morning, did you? Besides... it's way more fun if you don't see it coming." Rosalyn zipped her lips and kept them sealed as she started the car, pumped the gas a few times, and laid a patch out of the parking lot. For the duration of the car ride to her place, selected because of its closeness to the bar, she was quiet as a mouse, the radio tuned to an oldies station that played songs she loved. Only at a stoplight that dragged for ages did she reached over and touch the werewolf, a sweet capture of his chin between her thumb and forefinger and stroke along his cheek before the light turned green.

Within the familiar pink and black surroundings of her apartment, the sound of the door closing and locking was music to Rosalyn's ears. She tossed keys and purse on the carpet. "Come on," she said. Kicking off her shoes, she backed all the way to her dimly lit bedroom, hooking a finger to gesture that Gavin should follow her. At the side of the four-poster bed, the vampire bit her lip and put her palms flat against his chest to stop him walking. They fanned out across his shoulders and down his biceps while she looked him over, as if she couldn't make up her mind where to start. But the buttons on his shirt seemed like a solid idea.

Rather than undoing the uppermost with practiced fingers, Rose caught the button between her teeth and tugged until the threads gave way. As she dipped to free the next, the first dropped to the floor. While she inched her way down, the last of her lipstick smudged his shirt in a reddish trail that led straight to the waist of his jeans. On her knees, the dark-haired woman looked up and slipped her hands inside his open shirt, cooling his skin. Oh, that stomach of his, it could stop traffic. She took her time tracing all the sinewy contours of muscle beneath her fingers, and leaning forward to delve her tongue inside his navel.

Gavin didn't say anything when she caught his chin, he just grinned at the simple affection and basked in the moment. They didn't need to talk, the silence was pleasant, something you didn't get with everyone. When they got into the apartment, his own boots were kicked off, and he followed Rosalyn with a dark, smoldering look. She truly was beautiful, and he'd tell her later, when his arms were around her and they were laying entwined.

As her teeth ripped the first button of his shirt, the werewolf let out a rumbled breath, "This is a first..." One that he was all to happy to be experiencing. What man didn't, at some point, dream of a woman who would rip their shirt open, let alone use her teeth to do it? The feeling of Rosalyn's hands on his skin sent a shiver of pure bliss down the werewolf's spine, the muscles under her fingers rippling as he moved. Catching the material of his ruined shirt, he pulled it over his shoulders and off each arm, the cool air causing goosebumps over his skin. "I hope you know I'll be keeping this."

Those hazel eyes followed her decent, his lips parting with a quiet sigh as her tongue swirled against his flesh. It was enough to make his blood boil and his heart race. Gavin's hand slipped to the sweet curve of her neck, his fingers sinking into her hair while his thumb stroked the length of Rosalyn's cheek bone. "You have no idea what you do to me." Though he said it with a smile as his fingers twirled strands of her hair loosely. He didn't just mean physically either, and maybe, he'd tell her.

"Oh, I have an inkling." Rosalyn lifted her index finger and tapped it against the raised front of Gavin's jeans. She drew a line down the length of him, deliberately slow and purposeful, the tip of her ruby-red fingernail scratching lightly on the denim, and then her teeth were at the snap of his pants, tugging hard enough to make the button pop through the loop. The metallic sound of his zipper going down was noisy in the quiet bedroom.

The vampire reached around and molded her palms against the seat of Gavin's jeans, and then her fingers were in the hip pockets, dragging them down until they bunched around his ankles and she was facing the fabric of his boxers. But Rose wasn't in any hurry to get them down, too, at least not yet. The outline of his physique was clear and she pressed her open mouth against the fabric, a damp kiss he'd definitely feel.

Up and down the backs of his legs, Rosalyn dragged her fingers in tantalizingly soft strokes. Dipping her head, she nipped the inside of his thigh with her human teeth. It wasn't enough to draw blood by any means, but it would capture his attention, the sharp sensation in such contradiction with the silken brush of her hair against his legs. One at a time, she pulled the crumpled pants and socks from around his ankles and tossed the clothes aside. Even when they weren't touching, she could feel the warmth radiating from Gavin's body.

Gavin laughed, he couldn't help it, "I guess you do." That was something he couldn't deny. Watching intently, the werewolf cocked his head to the side as he felt, more than heard, her finger nail moving along his pants. Everything seemed heightened, the slightest movement sent shivers running through him and his eye lids to flutter. "What did I do to deserve all this?" The question was quiet, but it was clear from his tone he wasn't complaining at all. Quite the opposite.

His teeth caught his lower lip just in time, when Rosalyn delivered such an intimate kiss. The faint sound of hissing filled the room as he sucked air in through his teeth. Sporadically, the muscles in his thighs jumped, tensing as her mouth found his flesh. Gavin was startled to hear himself groaning quietly, the mixture of pain ebbing to a slow deep burn was enough to make his head swim, combined with the feathery touches it felt like he was on cloud nine.

Obediently he lifted his feet as she removed the rest of his clothes, flexing his toes into the plush carpet. Bending slightly, his hand cupped Rosalyn's jaw and brought her face up, after taking a moment to just gaze into her eyes Gavin pressed his lips against hers. While his hand brushed her jaw to the base of her neck, Gavin caught her lower lip and lavished it with his tongue, his teeth nipping to leave it with that peculiar tingling sensation afterwards.

What had he done to deserve it? Well, that was a sticky question, wasn't it? The chance that the real story might ruin their buzz kept Rosalyn in the shallow end. "You're the hottest thing since sliced bread, Gavin," she said, taking a moment to taste her lip where he'd bitten it. She wondered if he knew how amazing a kisser he was, the strength in his jaw adding an element to it that gave her the chills.

"You wonder why I want to do dirty things to you?" Rose smiled beguilingly. She kept her eyes on Gavin's face, wanting to watch his eyes as she plucked up the waistband of his boxers, bagged them away from his body, and tugged the shorts down in exquisitely slow increments, revealing the rest of him that she had felt but couldn't see. "I think this is the best view a girl ever had."

She let go of the shorts and they ghosted down to his ankles, forgotten. The first part of Rose to touch him was not her hand, but the tip of her tongue, tracing a wet path upwards, which she followed with a cool breath of air. Rose reached for the werewolf's hands and guided them into her hair, encouraging him to bury his fingers in it, if he wanted. "Just like hard candy." That said, she opened her mouth and began to coax him towards the same end she'd reached earlier, but with no intention of rushing him to it.

Rose would much rather tease.

"From where I'm standing, that title belongs to you." Gavin could feel that heavy warmth of arousal blanketing him, each slow breath in made his chest swell, his head foggy. How was it possible that Rosalyn had such a hold on him, and when had it happened? Cool air rushing to his heated skin brought his attention back to where it belonged, on the vampire, whose words caused a chain reaction in the form of a slight jerk of hips. That right there, the way Rosalyn made him feel like he was the only thing on the world, left him feeling special. The werewolf hoped he made her feel the same way.

With a voice like gravel, "Don't you wonder?" Gavin let his mouth hang open for a few seconds when the most delicious shudder ran through his body as Rosalyn left a delicate wet trail against him. Part of him wanted to laugh due to the tickle of air that soon followed her tongue, while the muscle in his calve and foot gave a brief spasm, his toes splaying of their own accord.

There was something so delightful in getting the go ahead to tangle his thick fingers into her silky rich hair, and Gavin did so with a deep sigh, the way you would when you lowered yourself into a steaming bath. Eyes closing as soon as Rosalyn's mouth started a shock wave of sensations through the werewolf, his toes suddenly scrunching into the carpet as his breath caught in his throat. A sudden, strangled cry escaping the confines of his throat as his finger tips entwined tighter in Rosalyn's hair, an attempt to keep his balance as much as showing enjoyment, "Rosalyn..." The whisper was almost silent, even to his own ears.

The way the werewolf said her name could light her insides on fire, and it was all the incentive Rosalyn needed to twist her tongue in increasingly intricate patterns. She was in desperate need of preoccupation for her hands and found them roaming his legs, slipping through the dusting of hair, and then up over his abs, and finally to his lower back, where she exerted enough pressure to guide him farther into her mouth.

It lasted for long minutes in which she kept her rhythm constantly shifting, quick and then tauntingly slow, never letting Gavin get close enough to his peak to finish. She had promised never to rush and she made good on that now. Retreating and releasing him, she pressed a kiss to the protrusion of his hip bone, then nicked it with her teeth.

"The only thing I wonder is how I met Prince Charming on the el," she finally said, a few moments behind his question. Still on her knees, she picked up the hem of her sweater and lifted it overhead. Nimble fingers unzipped her skirt and she shimmied it past her hips. As she got to her feet, it dropped on the carpet and, lifting the ball of her foot, she kicked it away. Rose left the rest of her undergarments in place for the moment. She pivoted to put her spine against Gavin's warm chest and pulled her hair over one shoulder. When she backed up a bit, she could align his chin with the crook of her neck, but more purposefully, a shapely rear with the apex of his thighs.

Most definitely not a coincidence. A little bit of a flaunt was more like it. Rose pulled his arms around her midsection and arched her throat, able to feel the heat from his breath on her skin.

Talk about a head spin, Gavin was beginning to struggle with simple things, like what his name was and where he lived. Everything about Rosalyn was demanding his attention, so much so that every cell in his body felt like it was on fire, if he listened closely he could swear that his body was singing for her. The slightest touch left his stomach doing flip flops. With no pattern to follow the werewolf was being taken on a roller coaster ride that would stay with him for life, once or twice the sensations Rosalyn delivered had his legs tremble and his chest heaving, the only consolation was that he was free to bite his lip to suppress the growing urge to howl out.

The constant mingle of pleasure and pain was new to the werewolf, but there was no denying how much he responded to it. When those teeth nipped his skin, his fingers glided from Rosalyn's hair down to her shoulder where he satisfied himself by scratching his own short nails along the expanse of her shoulder blade. Not enough to make her bleed by any means, but certainly enough force to leave vivid red marks across her snow white skin.

Smoldering hazel eyes took in the sight of the vampire shedding her clothes, leaving her looking as sexy as ever. "I'm not exactly a knight in shining armour." Gavin paused as she stood up, her back moulding against his chest in such a way he could have believed they were made for each other, but he didn't dare voice that, instead he finished with warm words cascading against that beautiful arched neck, "But I'd treat you like a Princess if you let me." Had he said too much? Maybe, he had a knack for getting ahead of himself.

With strong arms woven around Rosalyn's small frame, his lips took their time to kiss a wet trail up along her neck to her jaw line, then back down. Grazing her skin with his stubble until his teeth bared against the place where her pulse would have been strongest. Feeling her backed against him sent a renewed wave of electricity through his entire being, his hips forcing their bodies closer, "I need you." White teeth dared to press sharply against her throat, close to piercing the skin.

She was frozen, all motion ceasing so that Rose could indulge the row of teeth clamping onto her throat. The werewolf's breath was hot and damp and quick, and she knew how much Gavin struggled to remain at the surface rather than breaking it, because she could hear the quiet slush of his pulse through the channels of his veins.

It took trust to let him do it. Gavin was a lycanthrope who could transform at will, could hurriedly take on his more primitive form and tear a gash in her throat that would leave Rosalyn vulnerable and in a world of trouble, if he wanted. But he wouldn't wound her so severely and believing that, foolish and head-over-heels as she was, the vampire did want him to bite her.

Quite gently, neck held perfectly still to maintain the embrace of his teeth, Rose brought his fingers up and urged them to peel her bra straps down until they draped freely from her arms. The garment's hook was between her breasts and she guided him there as well, unclasping it, but not allowing him to dwell and reach into the loosened cups. Instead, she took his hands a little farther, encouraging them to slide her panties off her waist so that they drifted down her legs. Nearly bare from head to toe, she leaned back against him. "So take me."

Later she would have a field day with the fact that he was behind her, but right now he wasn't concerned with teasing comments or what could be said. No, Gavin was much more concerned with the way Rosalyn held herself against him, taking care not to move her neck. Could she feel it, his animal inside encouraging the bite, begging him to pierce her skin and lavish the wounds created?

Oh, how he wanted to. To be able to lose control in such a way that he had only ever dreamed of before. The voice inside Gavin's head was telling him not to, the risk was too great, he could harm Rosalyn or even end her un-life. Yet... Hadn't she shown such control earlier that night when taking his wrist to her mouth? The barest sound of a whine echoed through the room as the werewolf's teeth clamped down with more force, while his hands freed Rosalyn from the rest of the material covering her body, thanks to her help.

Breathing ragged, Gavin's arms clutching her tightly against him, teeth keeping her in place... It was perhaps belatedly that he realised he was treating Rosalyn the way a werewolf would treat its mate. The last remaining self control vanished when her words of encouragement floated to his ears, and it was with a sudden angle of hips that he did as Rosalyn said, sharp teeth puncturing her neck slightly while his tongue lapped at the crimson slowly ebbing to the surface. Clutching one hand against her hip, his forearm pressed warmly across her abdomen, his free hand was brought up so that his palm could cup one of her breasts. The growl that started off in his chest finished against her neck, and moving as one, he held onto Rosalyn as if his life depended on it.

The noise emanating from Rose was sharp, an intake of breath and subsequent release in a cry of pleasure and pain. There was no doubt that she wanted both, however, as she reached up and behind to cradle Gavin's head. The other hand braced against a bed post, providing needed support so that when he thrust towards her, she had the ability to push back. Mouthing his name eventually became an audible, pleading repetition of it.

No one had bitten Rose since her sire, and that bite had been so cruel and uninvited, utterly devoid of the emotional connection shared with this unlikely man, a werewolf, and that irony wasn't lost on her. Neither did she miss the fact that Gavin could do this to her without guilt or fear of consequence because she was a vampire.

One night, the differences they had would come into conflict, of that she had no doubt. But in her bedroom, experiencing the erotic and welcome intrusion of Gavin inside her, Rose was too fired up to have a care in the world, or do anything besides this. Holding fast to him, she slowly bent at the waist, bringing those teeth along for the ride, gasping when the punctures widened ever so slightly. Later, she might razz him for being behind her, but she would do so without complaint, because it quite literally felt like the most natural thing on the planet.

Feeling Rosalyn's soft, cool hand clasp the back of his neck was possibly one of the most wonderful things in the world right now. It was with a dizzying gasp that his teeth left her neck and his lips latched around those small punctures left behind, not to pull forth any more of her blood even though the taste had surprised him pleasantly, instead he was marking her in another intimate way. Knowing of course she would be healed by morning didn't sway Gavin from doing it anyway, at least for a short while he would be able to see the purple bruise his mouth had left behind.

Roaming hands brushed against Rosalyn's skin warmly in an almost insistent, restless manner, as Gavin tried to hold every inch of her at once. It didn't take long before the breath in his throat caught, the werewolf's leg muscles twitching wildly as his body went rigid. What felt like thousands of little fireworks began to explode in his head, and the only thing he could remember was her name, which left him in a strangled cry.

Turning his head, Gavin pressed his cheek against Rosalyn's shoulder blade, breathing heavy as his lips trailed invisible patterns all over the expanse of her upper back and shoulders. Every little kiss was a memory that he locked away, no matter what happened in the future, no one could take them away from him. Though his hips continued to move more gently, he found himself nuzzling under Rosalyn's chin, bringing her face up so that he could capture her lips in a wet, warm kiss. If only she knew how much she meant to him.

Rosalyn began to smile during the kiss, but it was because she was pleased, extravagantly so, and not at Gavin's expense. While she straightened, her lips remained pliant and willing, and once fully standing she kissed the werewolf even as she unjoined them and pivoted to face him. The vampire raised onto tiptoes and wrapped her arms around his neck. The sore place on her throat ached to be touched, and how she longed to rush to a mirror and see it with her own eyes, if only that were possible.

"I wasn't sure you had it in you, doll," she teased, thumbing at his mouth between kisses, to catch brief glimpses of his teeth. She lifted a knee alongside his, stroking against the soft fur of his leg. "You make me feel like your girl."

"Let's just say you bring it out in me." Gavin felt his lips tug into a grin as his dark eyes took in the sight of the love bite on Rosalyn's neck. The contrast against her pale skin was beautiful, and he couldn't resist letting his finger tips walk over it in a delicate dance. Warmth seeped from his palm as he stroked the expanse of her back slowly, feeling every dip and curve as she moved against him, marvelling that he was lucky enough to be the one standing with his arms around the vampire, and not someone else.

Releasing a low, rumbled sigh, the werewolf took a moment to let Rosalyn's words sink in. Against his better judgment, certain nothing but trouble would follow his next words, Gavin's lips caressed the shell of her ear ghostly as he whispered, "What if I want you to be?"

Rosalyn's parted mouth was on his collarbone, her fingers tucking into his biceps. "Don't you know I am?" The dark curls of her hair tickled Gavin's skin. When she had begun to think of herself that way wasn't a time she could pinpoint, but no other man had been on her mind in ages. It wasn't just the lack of another that made Rose's heart sing for him. It was how he made her feel three-dimensional, instead of like an immortal paper doll.

A memory struck her anew, of being in that mystical high school and how he was there, her quarterback, and though it should've been a fake, unimportant memory, it had stuck in her heart, as real as anything that had truly happened to Rosalyn. When Gavin planted his hands on her lunch table and asked her to the prom in front of his friends, and got that unbelievably sexy smile when she said yes... That was the moment.

"It's crazy, but I don't mind." Perhaps it would eventually break her undead heart, but Rosalyn had survived too many decades to take for granted explosions of color and life such as this one. For however long it lasted, Gavin was going to be hers.