C4 The Hunt (4)

Nathan made a concerted effort to avoid looking at her underwear as she lifted her dress and flashed it at him, but he eventually gave in with a loud sniff and ran his tongue across his lips once more.

A plate of overly salted waffles served early might actually be preferable to the spicy lasagna that he had been anticipating but couldn't have. He would go with whatever was currently available.

Who could say if tonight would be his last?

"All right, then, let's make our way over there," he pointed with his chin to a shadowy area that was devoid of people and was located close to a garbage can, which provided Nathan with the sense of safety that he desired for himself.

The young lady laughed gleefully and tied her fingers together on his hand as they made their way to the location that he had indicated.

A stray cat cast a malicious glance in their direction before fleeing the area, which smelled even worse than he could handle.

She gave him a ferocious shove against the wall, and the impact of it was excruciating for his back. He grimaced in agony, but before he could recover from it, the lady kissed him forcefully. She covered his mouth with her larger and wider open mouth.

Her tongue thrust inside his mouth, grazing her teeth against his as she delightfully sucked his spittle, which sent shudders through his skin. The hair on his chest stood up straight and spiky, but it wasn't because he was cold.

Nathan was taken aback by her unexpected attack, and his eyes darkened. Only a suicidal person would be brave enough to wrestle him and pin him to the dirty wall of the alley like this. He was well aware that she did not have the faintest idea who he was.

“Take it easy. There is plenty of me to go around. The night is still young.” He heard himself say, and it instantly dawned on him that he wasn't in control of himself at that precise moment. He had just used the sentences that most vampires would use if they desired to have a late-night snack for dessert after the main course.

The night was always young when vampires became extremely gluttonous and couldn't wait until the next day.

His lips were bruised and swollen and she was thrusting her tongue into his mouth, driving his head to hit the wall. She drove her bulk onto him, nearly smashing him into the surface.

If only he could get one hand free.

The pleasure of her warm, wet mouth on his mouth was spontaneous, driving him through waves of manic lust and desire.

He tasted something metallic but didn't know if it was his blood or the girl's.

Nathan found out that he had been holding his breath for long as he slowly drowned in what reckless, furious foreplay the girl was offering. His coat hit the ground but he didn't feel the night chill.

His claws elongated gradually in agreement with his innate wanton needs hitting him hard.

Nathan closed his eyes so that his red irises wouldn't be discovered.

His breath came up in slow, painful puffs. It was a technique he had learned to put the divide between intense pleasure and thirst.

Few older vamps knew how to curtail their lust for sex with a mate because it clashed dangerously with the intensity of their feeding habits. So far, both activities require a lot of bodice ripping in dark corners.

He struggled to free himself from her bludgeoning body.

Her breasts swelled gradually until her satiny gown couldn't cage it any longer.

He buried his face into the slope of her hills and her nipples were poking him from the thin bra clasps that tried effortlessly to restrain her boobs from flopping out.

“Uurgh… yes, yes. lower." He left a trail of spittle with his tongue as he glided slowly upwards through the space between her exposed breasts.

She moaned out as his hot breath scorched the skin of her breasts, tearing it.

The circular areola turned to a light pinky shade when he flicked his tongue around the tips and kissed her crown.

The girl held on to him for support; her knees were wobbly and she mustered enough effort to stay standing by hooking one of her legs around him.

Nathan was still not free for he was still sandwiched between her body and the damp wall. He was not only running his tongue over her cream-colored body, bumpy in some areas- using it to knead the areas of her chest and belly where the tension built on her skin, untangling it with his slippery, hot tongue and smoothing it with his steaming breath.

He moved upwards by her subtle cries as she hugged him fiercely to her bosom and clung desperately to him as if he would vanish the next moment.

Her eyes were closed as she dangled helplessly from his powerful arms. She was only clinging to his slim and magnificent frame by her hooked leg, and even then, her hold was beginning to loosen.

She threw all the caution to the world and arched her back, almost bending in half. Her long hair nearly touched the ground.

Nathan moved slowly upwards and downwards with his red organ, tearing up a wet pathway from her belly down to the thin, hairy streak that divided her stomach. He continued this motion until the tip of his organ encountered the hollow in her stomach, which was her puckered navel, rising and falling with the rhythms of her heavy breathing.

He thrust his tongue into the crevice, giving tiny strokes into it. The young lady sobbed and groaned loudly while her eyes rolled all the way into the back of her head.

“I knew you were only just pretending, lover boy.” She muttered breathlessly, the sweat fell from her brows and pooled in the space around her voluptuous cleavage which had accumulated saliva.

Nathan paid the throbbing veins in the crook of her neck, which were pulsating with dark blood from the heart, little attention as best he could. They screamed out to him and begged him to sink his teeth into them. It was the strangest sensation, although in some ways it wasn't that out of the ordinary.

“Just a little higher!” He could hear it scream out, but he was unable to determine whether or not it was a voice coming from deep within himself. His face was a terrible mixture of bewilderment and enjoyment at the same time.

“Get away from me.” Nathan growled huskily in a stupefying baritone.