Nectar (Nectar 1)

She didn’t know what to do. Should she try to pretend to be under his spell? Should she cooperate to move things along and hope that he’d let her go? He let go of her ponytail and folded his arms. How do I stay alive?

“Try hypnotizing me again,” she used her phone sex operator voice, a voice she and her old high school friends had tried on for jokes on more than one occasion, the voice she used when she was dealing with a douchebag at the bar and was about to knock him down a few pegs. “Try harder. Maybe it’ll work. Then you won’t have to hurt me. Easy peasy. We’ll both get what we want in the end.”

“Hmmm.” He leaned forward and stared deep into her eyes, making her tingle all over. She could barely breathe while he was staring at her like this. She could feel something magnetic in his eyes, like it was pulling her in. She still had her faculties but couldn’t deny that there was a pull happening. He smelled so fucking good.

“Did it work?” He looked thoroughly amused, “Are you ready to be my birthday present?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, “What would you like me to be for your birthday?” It sounded so awkward coming out of her mouth, even in her phone sex voice. She wished she could snatch it back. This wouldn’t work. Kyla knew that unless it was a prank call she sucked at lying. Because she sucked at lying she couldn’t play poker, couldn’t fool anybody --- not in person when they could see her eyes, which were an open book that showed her true emotions. Everything she felt became evident in her eyes. Another reason to avoid emotion. Heat rose in her cheeks.

He rolled his eyes, clearly cognisant of her botched attempt at pretending, and leaned in and flicked the nape of her neck with his tongue. She shuddered.

Then he looked thoughtful for a moment, “Hmm, I get easy peasy every day. I don’t want that. I know what I do want; be yourself. But…” he licked his lips and then leaned so close his lips were almost touching hers, “I want you to scream my name when you come.”

Her chin might as well have hit the floor. She gaped at him, gobsmacked, and surrounded by the scent of fresh strawberries dipped in melty chocolate.

“It’s Tristan,” he added, looking pleased with the effect of that line on her.

Nope, she couldn’t fake the trance thing. She couldn’t do this. She couldn’t just lay there while this man, err monster, had sex with her and then drank her blood.

“This is so not happening,” she said and then she tried to get up. He caught her arm and then pinned her to the bed.

Suddenly he was on top of her and he had her face in his hands. He searched her eyes, his breathing was heavy, his look carnal, “Oh, it so is. You are quite a birthday present. I guess this is gonna to be hard then, is it? I get the impression you like to do things the hard way. I’m okay with that. It’s a nice change.”

He’d rotated his hips each time he said the word hard, grinding his crotch into her, showing her he was more than prepared for hard, and then he rubbed his thumb across her lower lip and leaned in close and sucked on it for a beat, "See? Hard already.”

“No!” she cried out, pulling her bottom lip back in and turning her head away, “Don’t rape me.” She hoped to startle him with her words so he’d stop and reconsider. She ignored the fact that her lips and, in fact, her whole body were tingling.

He seemed to be taken aback but not enough to move out of her personal space, “I’ve never had to rape. It’s always very consensual. Be open to this. You’d might as well since you’re not going anywhere for the moment. I’m good at it…promise.” The tip of his nose was in the crook of her neck now.

“If they’re hypnotized it’s not consensual, you asshole!” she spat.

He leaned back a little and laughed, “I suppose that’s true…Never thought of it that way.”

“I’m, I’m a virgin. Please don’t do this to me,” she lied.

He scoffed, “I wish. But not likely.”

She frantically searched her brain for a reply, having trouble concentrating due to his close proximity, the feel of his warm breath on her, the sweet scent of him filling her nostrils, and the fear that pulsed in her veins.

“Pretty sure you’re not,” he said. Goose bumps rose on her skin.

“I can tell by the way your body is responding to me,” he continued, “Even though you’re not mesmerized, you are responding to me. Nice to know I’ve still got it.”

He inhaled deeply, like he smelled a burnt offering in the air, burnt especially for him, “And, even if you were a virgin, what makes you think that would make a difference? I’m an evil vampire. We don’t ask; we take. We eat virgins for breakfast, or haven’t you heard?” He ran his palm up her arm and then caught her breast in his hand.