Be Careful When You Bite Me

“I know that I terrified you that night when I killed that Jester and I know that your life has been flipped completely up side down.”

I couldn’t help but notice his usually bright and beautiful golden eyes had gone black. Brown veins shot from the perimeters of his sclera connecting to his pupils.

“I know this may all seem like I’m just trying to prove a point to my father or that I’m doing all of this to be King but I need that throne if I want the future to be better.”

“Better how?” I whispered. His hands dropped to his sides and he took a step back.

“The way my father is running things now, I don’t agree with it. For hundreds of years Cold Ones have bred villagers to use as their own personal blood supply. The Cold Ones have a treaty with the werewolves, they get the corpses of the dead villagers to feed on when we are done with them. Keeps them from feeding off of foreigners.”

“If you were to be King and change all of this, what would happen to your people, or the wolves?”

Damon shook his head,” I haven’t figured that out yet, but there are other things that need to be changed. The Cold Ones law limits us in ways that we either get shunned or staked, someone needs to end the murder.”

I couldn’t help but notice that the brown lines in his eyes were multiplying. Blue veins became visible in his forehead as he spoke.

“My father always speaks about how the humans used to stake our ancestors because they thought we were monsters, maybe they weren’t so far off-“

“Damon,” I lifted my hands and placed it on his cold cheeks,” your eyes, they’re turning brown, are you ok?”

He turned his face away from my hand and stepped away, back towards the couch.

“I hadn’t planned to stay the night, I thought I’d be back at the castle, I need to feed.”

He grabbed his phone and typed away anxiously.

“What happens if you don’t? Where are you going to feed?”

I didn’t even know how to ask that question. I watched his fangs extend and dig into his lips. The veins on his arms and neck were now bright blue and visible through his skin.

I took a step closer to him but he flinched back,” don’t come any closer,” he snapped.

“Damon, you need to feed, tell me what to do, how to help you.”

He flung the phone across the room and began to head towards the exit. I ran after him, concerned and yelled out,” you can’t go down there like that, people will see you-“

get out of here,” he retorted but before he could leave I flung myself in front

I tried to calm him down by placing my hands on his face. The whites in his eyes had gone completely brown and his face was covered in blue veins. His torn lips bled from the fangs that had been pressed

panic that something would happen to

“Bite me...”

me, throwing my body

again, knowing if I

unrecognized. The hunger in his face was clear and it was even more obvious

he snarled the words out at me but I wasn’t

my head back against the door exposed my neck to him,” I won’t be mad,

for a second before digging his hungry

even more pleasureful then I could have imagined. The feeling of Damon’s lips pressed tightly against my skin, his fangs buried inside of me send an intoxicating ray of thrill through out my entire being. It was almost addicting and seductive. I wanted to be closer to

and let his knee that

felt my hands reach up without my persimmon and grip his hard arms. It’s never felt this good to be in someone’s embrace and the feeling

felt Damon dig his mouth even deeper into my neck, groaning at

beginning to get groggy. My bones were beginning to go limp and I knew I had to stop him soon. The feeling of pleasure combined with the

lips in an attempt to call out his name but I

I breathed

but he

go dark and soon enough Damon’s hands and knees were the only

I breathed out again finally felt him began to pull back but it must have been too late because

to the light. I felt a massive headache invade my

wide open and the slight breeze send shivers down my leg. I

flooded my thoughts and my brain raced with where

I wrapped the sheets tightly around my body and stumbled to

still no sight of Damon

the glass

dried

it had felt to have his lips and hands on me. It felt

that he forgets to feed again? Last night he had lost control and I wasn’t sure why the thought of almost being killed at the

another second in hands and