Sirena Lynn
"Why did I agree to this..?" I grumbled with a hand fidgeting against my red cup. I was irritated already, Momo having invited me to this stupid party. I detested these places. Everyone was too close, and they kept touching me. The music was loud, and I couldn't find space to dance without grinding on someone. Blackened eyes tried to fight a twitch, but the arch of my brow certainly gave way more than once.
It was a rager being held at a college frat house, and my boyfriend had left town for a week on a business trip. Momo was trying to get me laid, and I was not taking the bait. No. These kinds of places only have fuckbois and dickheads. I sipped back a bit of the sharp liquor, trying to calm the storming thoughts as I rubbed my thumb against a temple. It wasn't working.
"Luna! Come on, have fun! I hear Sila's hereeeee." Momo had said when she encouraged me to go. I love my sister, but this was not one of her brighter ideas.
I elbowed by a couple assholes, slowly trying to make my way upstairs to the bathroom. I swear someone grabbed my hair, and I know twice my butt got smacked. I was tempted to swing it wasn't worth the energy. I fumbled in, thankful no one had confiscated it yet to bang, and plopped onto the toilet seat to rub my face.
It was all so overwhelming. The smell of them all swirled in my head and tugged at my core in a way I couldn't stand, yet also so deeply loved. The sight of so much energy, the almost virulent lust. It sent my brain tumbling, and everytime someone got too close, their smell would send it spiraling.
"I need to leave..." I could feel the heat building. This was an awful idea. Why had Hayden encouraged this? I was practically dripping and he wasn't here to quell it.
A knock on the door jolted me up, stiffening my back as I waa snapped from my delirium. A masc seeming voice sounded through, but it didn't sound quite as snappy as the rest. "Yo. You good in there, girl?"
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Dennis Hayvor
"Yo. You good in there, girl?" I shouted, a little louder maybe than I meant to. The girl had looked like she was gonna be sick when she had passed me on the stairs, and I wouldn't be Gramgram's boy if I ignored that.
A groany, slightly femme voice answered. First time I had heard her talk, and she had a cute voice. "Yep. Yep. I am just. Peachy." I sighed a bit at that, crossing my arms.
"Can I come in, make sure? You looked ready to be sick." I pressed a little, a voice nagging at the back of my head. She smelled odd, even through the door. Most here had a mix of smells from various families, even a few true alphas like myself and my brother, but I swore she didn't smell right. Definitely not a beta, not am alpha, but she also didn't seem like an omega. She smelled a lot more like iron and strawberries for some reason.
"...whatever?" She mumbled. I opened the door, peeking in at first to make sure she was decent before stepping in fully. I left the door a bit creaked as I looked at her more directly.
She was striking. I couldn't explain it behind that. She wasn't beautiful or ugly. She had a slightly sharp chin and a round face with thin, slightly narrowed eyes that were made larger by her thick glasses. A slightly larger nose than one would expect, but it fit her face well alongside the slight stress lines going from her eyes to the edges of her lips. I couldn't make out a build, but she was tall for a woman. Maybe just under six feet? Those eyes, though. They were intense when they caught yours.
Deep, almost blackish navy blue with bands of yellow on the edges. They seemed so tired, uet also intimidating. She had a stare like she had already seen her own death, and she wasn't impressed.
"You... need a ride home?" I asked, offering a smile. "Name's Dennis, but my pals call me Den." I offered my hand as well, hoping to cut the tension.
"Honestly. I'm just feeling a bit parched." She muttered, those eyes narrowing slightly on me. I gulped, feeling heat well up below as I glanced at the door to see if Sherry was nearby to bail me out. It wasn't that I wouldn't, but Sherry was not likely to let it fly.
"Uh. I can get you some water." She stood up as I was backed slowly against the door. Her eyes almost seemed blacker up close, dull, and hungry in a way that sent rattling chills down my spine. I kinda liked it.
"Name's... Luna." She said, nervous to relinquish it at first. I smiled, hoping to smooth her temper and her mood without needing to overstep. It was getting harder, among other things, when she got this close with her eyes nearly boring holes through mine.
"Pretty." I fumbled, sweating inside as my boner was thinking before my actual brain. I reached back for the door handle, firm grip just as she pressed that little hand against my chest and slammed me against it with strength I did not expect. "Woah, woah, STOP!" I quickly repeated. She instantly stilled her hand, pulling it back slightly. Her eyes seemed to soften for a second as I swear to you, one of her teeth looked pointed as ahe bit those soft red lips.
"I. Uhm." She stepped back, gripping her hand before shaking her head. "I apologize. I don't know what came over me." She mumbled, rubbing the wrist of the hand that had pushed me.
I chuckled nervously. "Hey, it's all good." I waved my hands back and forth, smiling as bright as I could. Something about her smell was making the wolf in me really damn hungry.
"I think, I am going to go. Excuse me." She mutteded, slipping by to try and go through the door.
"Hey." I said, grabbing her arm as she looked at me. Her eyes seemed crossed between a decision to slap me or kiss me, and I was not sure which sounded hotter. I gulped dryly. "Someone... should make sure you get home... safe, that is."
"Safe. Ya."
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1 hour later
Sirena
My back slammed against my door the instant it was shut before my bra had even hit the floor. His hands were so rough, thick with workman's calluses across firm hands. His arms were powerful, firm but not bulky like a jock's. His lips were so rough ahainst mine, and the soft stubble of his small beard tickled a little. His shirt labded beside my bra as my hands roamed up the sculpted tan abs, a hint of red beneath as my eyes ocassionally fixated on those rich brown orbs that seemed unable to look away. I felt so thirsty each time he kissed me, and the way his smell felt so close was downright intoxicating. An earthy blend of rich soil and flowers, likely worked partime at an arboretum or flower store.
I sighed against his shoulder as his kisses moved to my neck, the sharp teeth of a wolfkin grazing the soft skin of my neck. Thick and heavy, they felt so gentle when he pressed his lips against me. His handa started roaming, feeling across my lower back as he pressed me tighter against his warm chest. Fuck, he felt so hot.
"You are... so cold..." He muttered along my ear, making me bite my lip more as a shiver ran across me.
"You are just so fucking hot..." I growled against his ear, struggling against the deepest of my hungers with his pulse radiating just below my teeth. I could feel the venom welling, but I struggled to contain it. I wouldn't harm him. He was sweet.
"Who's fault is that?" He growled, the full depth of the heat striking and darkening those rich brown eyes nearly black as coal. He threw me onto my couch, his belt cracking as he snapped it off, sending rivers of excitement through me.
"Mine..!" I whineed, sliding up to my knees just as his hand found my throat and pinned me back against the couch arm. He growled back, squeezing down in a way that turned my growls into whines, desperately fighting to keep my fangs retracted.
"Damn right, it is." He barked slightly, lifting me a little by the neck as his hand dove into my panties. His fingers were so big, and they felt so fucking rough. They dug into divots I had only found with quality toys. His lips didn't relent even as his fingers tightened on the sides of my neck, seemingly trying to drag every noise out of me like a toy as he painted my small tits in kisses, bites, marks, practically sealing the entirety of my left side up to my chin in his marks. It felt so right. It felt so good that I just couldn't hold it in anymore.
My fangs snapped out as I screamed. I screamed after what was either ten minutes or ten hours of his attention. Now, most likely picture vampire teeth as thin little needles. Now. My lips split open briefly, ear to genuine ear as I screamed. Large, banana sized fangs on full display as my mouth opened like the eldritch horror I desperately pretended I wasn't. His eyes looked at me as I came. I saw a flicker of confusion, but never a shred of doubt. Not even the cinders of hesitation. He simply stared at my face, watching my eyes pulse blackly with hunger as my mouth panted open.
"I..."
My voice came out closer to the clicking notes of a spider, my preferred transformation to self isolate, and had a higher pitch for a second as I whined to stop it. He didn't let me. He kissed me harder, rougher, before pulling me against his shoulder as he just whispered, "Bite."
I obeyed.
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Dennis
She was... beautiful. Everything about the way her face changed should have terrified me. Vampires were literal ghost stories, things they told you as a little pup to scare you shitless. I didn't think they were real, and I definitely didn't think that was what they would look like.
Her eyes had grown and split, counting four thin lines underneath her glasses that seemed as black as doll eyes and twice as glossy. Her face had extended vertically a little, and her nose had disappeared. Most striking of all was her lips. A thin seam seemingly opened from ear to ear in a naturally long smile, opening and revealing thick rows of t-rex sized teeth. I should have been scared shitless. All I could do was marvel for a moment. Her pale skin had become as smooth as porcelain and held the same color. I knew she had to be starving.
I pressed her against my shoulder and said the first thing that came to mind even as my heartrate surely spiked. "Bite."
She listened, opening those massive jaws and biting down violently. It hurt, oh sweet fucking God did it hurt, but it also felt so unbelievably hot. This heavy, intense surge ripped through my veins when she chomped down, and it made me clench her against me all the more. I was suddenly aware of just how much stronger she really was as her hands sharply gripped my back and pulled me against me so tightly that I could feel my heart hammering on her chest. She was hungry, really hungry, and it showed as she started making marks I would never get rid of across my nail while her fangs gave them friends on my shoulder.
I wondered somewhere in the lustful haze if my wolf healing could keep up with her hunger, but her bites after a few moments felt more of cling than feast. It felt more desperate, somehow, than the actual biting. I felt a wetness on her cheek as she clung even tighter, a choked sound in her throat.
All the heat melted out of me as my hold shifted. I sat down and wrapped her tightly in my arms as her voice let out a shakey sound. Her eyes had become as radiantly red as rubies, but they were spilling more red than they had now.
"Hey.. hey..." I whispered, hugging her in closer as her hands clutched more at the warmth. "Hey.." I rubbed her back softly. "I have you." I whispered.
"Don't worry, I won't let go."