Bite Me If You Can Read online

  “Ivy.”

  “Huh? Oh Vance. This is a charming room. I’m so impressed with your choice.”

  He took my hand. “Yes, I could see that.” When he kissed my hand, I saw stars. I was nearly his again. But I needed to keep my mind intact for the questions I needed to ask him.

  A little fat round man with rosy cheeks appeared at our table. “Vance Rapier. Welcome. Welcome.” They shook hands.

  “Ivan Rasputin. You old devil. I decided to come to America. I’ve brought a beautiful lady to enjoy your cooking. Are you still cooking?”

  “Yes, yes, of course. My wife, Faith, came to the kitchen and said you were here. And so here I am to say hello to my old friend from Transylvania. You look well.” He snickered as he eyed me. “And I see you have a gorgeous young woman with you. We can talk later of course. For now, here ... ,” he put a bottle of wine and two glasses on the table. “This is the best wine I have had for years brought over from Transylvania…for a special occasion.” He grinned, opened the bottle, and poured the wine for Vance to sample.

  “Excellent, my old friend. Yes, we will talk later. Thank you, my comrade.” Vance bowed his head as Ivan did in return and left us alone.

  It warmed my heart, I admit, to see such camaraderie between Vance and his friend.

  He poured us a glass each of the wine, and we toasted silently. He took my hand and, with his face close to mine, blew a curl from my face. “When I first saw you, I recognized a strong physical attraction for you. Each day since, when I first see you, my breath catches at the luck I had finding you.” His finger ran down my throat and held the rose pendant I had around my neck.

  “It wouldn’t have happened if that thief hadn’t stolen your pink umbrella.” His finger ran down the other side of my throat. “When I heard your voice, ‘stop that thief,’ my heart pounded so fiercely I knew I had lost it to you.”

  “You....” It was all I could breathlessly say to him.

  “Yes, it was then I knew you were my soulmate. I had seen you in dreams. Just in a mist, not too defined, but you called to me. I left Transylvania and traveled the world to find you. Life is lonely for me. Even more since I began my quest to find you.” His eyes clouded with moisture.

  His story amazed me. “Who are you really? Why me? Is this a line to seduce me? You don’t have to tell me these stories. I think I could be yours with a crook of your little finger.” I gasped the last sentence because his hand was under the table and rubbing the hot area above my legs. I could light on fire right now because under my little black dress I was into an orgasm. I saw steam rising from beneath the table. I flicked my shoe off one foot and moved it up to his crotch, where I touched a very hard lump. I rubbed it gently, and it grew larger and more firm.

  His face contorted in pleasurable torture. “Yes, my little vampire trapper.” He pulled my foot harder onto his swelling shaft. “Let’s not eat. Let’s go to your place and make mad, passionate, hot love to each other.”

  “But Ivan is preparing a meal.”

  “No need to worry, little one. Ivan will understand.” I could hear giggling at the back of the dark room.

  “Then you’re right. We should leave.” I put my shoe on and grabbed Vincent’s hand. “We can eat anytime.”

  We both grinned happily at that brilliant conclusion as we ran out the door, down the pathway, and into the dark night.

  In retrospect, remembering the happy look on Vance’s face after we decided to continue our admiration of each other in private, it was the first time I saw him smile freely and without calculation. Without a plan or a reason, diabolical or otherwise. At that moment, Vance was as excited about our time together as I was nervous.

  Our drive to my apartment was interrupted this time with my admiration of Vance’s uncontrolled shaft rising to the occasion of our tête-à-tête meeting, so to speak. Perhaps because I put my hand on it.

  In bed together, after ripping off each other’s clothes in the living room, at first, his face appeared to me from a mist. But clearly I could feel his hands caressing my arms, my hips, my thighs. I groaned in the throes of pleasure. His face became more clear, more vivid, his eyelids heavy with longing. His passion became more real. He covered my breasts with his creative hands, sucking on each nipple until they formed beads and filled me with passion.

  When I reached for him, my hands discovered the hot sizzling skin on his chest. The feel of his skin and running my fingers through the hair on his chest excited me.

  His hands clutched mine and drew them down to his penis, erect and pulsating, waiting for me.

  “Vance. I want you. Please take me. I want you.”

  I fell on my knees, and, with his hands tangled in my hair, I gently flicked my tongue on his throbbing penis. I could hear him moan and try to push his penis into my mouth. It was a glorious penis, but I wanted to do it my way. “Vance. Don’t you want me to do this to give you the ultimate thrill?”

  I looked up to see a look of utter abandonment on his face. A low sexy moan escaped him. He froze, and I continued to my hot wet lips up and down to build his sexual enjoyment. My hand fingered his testicles. His taste was like strange indescribable nectar. He stiffened and howled. I climbed up his nude lean body lying on the bed and whispered softly in his ear, “You had an orgasm.”

  “More.” He grabbed my head, and, with his mouth on mine plunging his tongue into my mouth, the thrusting so exciting and scalding, I almost had an orgasm. His skin against my skin, his penis rubbing against my vagina, I could feel my clitoris ascending to an orgasm. My vagina hot and wet, I begged. “Vance, please, enter me now.” His fingers were feeling my vagina folds. When he entered a finger into me after rubbing and flicking my clitoris, I climaxed with such ecstatic force that for a moment I thought I had died. At last, his throbbing penis plunged into my vagina, and I climaxed again and again as he relentlessly pumped in and out of me.

  I clung to him, my arms around his neck, my breasts rubbing his chest hairs, a wild and free feeling rising higher and higher in me.

  He panted heavily. “Beautiful Ivy. You are mine now. I have marked you.” The words thrilled and frightened me. I belonged to no one. Still, I put my legs around his waist and joined him in the heavenly rocking motion of our mutual fiendish ecstasy.

  His flesh and my flesh were one. His soul and mine met as we clung to each other’s bodies.

  I cried, lamenting to him, “Please, don’t stop. I want you,” I screamed. The room was spinning, and we rode a crazy Ferris wheel with no possible way to get off. I didn’t want to get off.

  Finally, we parted bodies like mad animals, lying beside each other, exhausted and sweating.

  “What a funny joke on me.”

  He rested a hand on my breast. “Funny joke?”

  “Mmmm.” I ran my hand down his chest. “I worried that if you put your mouth near my throat you would bite me.” I smiled to myself. “But the pendulum has swung back to me.... I want to bite you.” I growled and bent over to suck one of his nipples, flicking my tongue on it. It rose like mine had into a wonderfully red bud. “Did that please you?” It thrilled me to see the pleasure I could cause him to express on his face.

  “My love. More than anyone else in my long life, you are and always will be my tormentor.” We rolled together in pleasure and flew to the sky when we joined our bodies, cock into vagina, passion upon pleasure.

  I honestly tried to reflect on the events in my life in the past few weeks. But my absorption in Vance and my possible quest as a vampire trapper gave me no time to consider.

  So my life went. I lived day to day. I could not and would not plan. I slept at night, with Vance in my bed to continue our lovemaking. If he wasn’t in my bed at night, I’d dream about him and continue my lovemaking with him. So to speak. It could be argued that I didn’t really need the physical Vance. I dreamt about him. That is true, except the physical, real Vance was much more than any of my dreams could create.

  There were nights he would
show up late, and then there were nights where we would go dinner and a walk and then back to my apartment to continue blissfully to create our own dream.

  Vance was always ready to make love. He never seemed to be exhausted. He was moody at times but never exhausted. I was always ready to make love. Could it be that he was always ready to have sex. Was there a difference between the way I felt about him and his feelings for me?

  The thought occurred to me that I had been captured by the enemy. That is, took up the sword and accepted the quest to become a vampire trapper. Metaphorically speaking with regard to the sword.

  We were like lovers in all ways that pleasured me. I believed he was happy too, in his own way.

  “Are you happy with me, Vance?” I watched him standing at the window staring out at a dark night sky except for a one-quarter moon.

  He continued to look outside and spoke in a sultry voice, “My dearest woman, as far as a normal man can go, that’s how strongly I feel about you. I go farther and adore you more than any normal man can. I offer you my soul, puzzling as it is, and my heart, all of it. As for my mind....” He turned to come back to me on the bed, “It’s yours as much as I can give you.” He lay across me on his back. “Some day I hope to become the soul mate you deserve.” He kissed my lips so softly, I had to look at him closely.

  “Is something wrong?”

  He ran his fingers through my hair. “Such lovely light hair. So shiny, so angelic. To me, my love, you are an angel.” He put his warm lips on my neck and gave me tiny kisses from my ear to my collarbone.

  Shivers ran down my back, and my stomach lurched in desire. My arms wrapped around his strong body, and I held him closer.

  “Sweet thing. I wonder what your answer would be to a question I want to ask you. I fear your answer as any normal man who loved you would fear it.”

  Of all Vance’s words of endearment since we had started our love affair, this time I believed that he cared for me. “Are you telling me you love me?

  Again, that wonderful burst of laughter close to my ear excited me even more than anything else.

  He rolled off me to lay on his stomach and rubbed his eyes.

  I laughed with him. “I love your laughter. It gives me such a wonderful feeling.” Stretching my arms above my head as I lay on my back, he turned on his side and stared at me with such a seductive smile.

  “Ivy, will you come away with me to Transylvania?”

  I sat up so quickly with dizziness and anxiety, I gasped for air. The room swirled, and I hung on to the bed. I clutched my negligee kimono close to my body, and the red reflected on Vance’s face as he pulled me towards him.

  “Wait. Wait. You can’t ask me such a question. I have so many questions to ask you. It’s unfair.”

  “Hmmm. I told you I was not a normal man.”

  “Why must I go away with you? Why can’t you stay here with me?”

  “I would do anything for you.” He shook me. “But not that. I love you and will always love you. You are my heart and love, and it grows bigger every day.”

  I struggled from his arms and stood up. “Why must I give up everything?”

  “You can’t stay here and become a vampire trapper. Our love wouldn’t last.”

  “Who says I’m going to become a vampire trapper?”

  “The professor and I have had a discussion. And I can see it in your future – I can see it happening when I close my eyes and think only of you.”

  “You and the professor talked about me behind my back? You both have discussed what I should do I suppose. Well, you two aren’t deciding my future for me, I am.”

  Vance was behind me now as I sat at my dresser and brushed my hair with such fury I broke the brush handle.

  I could see the pain in his eyes, but I wanted to hurt him. In my confusion, I hit out at him, and I made a bull’s-eye.

  He attempted to put his hands on my shoulders, but I pushed him away with more power than I meant, and he fell on the bed.

  “Don’t be angry, angel.”

  “I love you, Vance. But we’re ill-fated lovers. Why must I go with you?” I wanted him and all the comfortable trimmings I could get. “I haven’t decided to be a vampire trapper, but if I do, I must stay here and help the citizens of this city first.”

  “You are justified in your reasonings, and I admire them. But my people need me back in Transylvania to help them fight the same dangerous creatures the professor wants you to fight here.”

  I was putting my clothes on and turned to face him with a stubborn stance. “The professor knows you are a vampire?”

  “Yes, but he can’t seem to understand that I am a different vampire with lands and title in my country. I’m a prince among my people, and they depend on me for leadership and protection.”

  I gawked at him. I knew the whole time he was different. I knew he was a vampire also. But the reason I had hesitated to claim a position as a vampire trapper was because of my love for Vance. I knew that now.

  “No, Vance. The professor wouldn’t understand that. Only I understand what you really are. That’s why I have to protect you, until you are back in your country safe ... with or without me.”

  Again we kissed, our tongues tied together as our hearts and souls were braided and would always be. I sobbed as his heart beat madly against my breast.

  He held me with possessive longing. “I want to convince you that you could be so happy with me, especially in my country.”

  I thought of pounding my fists on his chest, but I didn’t want to hurt him, at least not at this point in our relationship. “How can I make you understand that I....”

  A loud banging sounded on the door, and a voice gruffly demanding said, “Ivy, it’s me, Nevil, the professor. I know you’re there. Please open the door. I need to talk to you. It’s a matter of your life.”

  I watched Vance pull his clothes on and stand with a determined set to his wonderful jaw line.

  Under normal circumstances, I knew I couldn’t have a better dilemma. There I was with two men, one on each side of a door. It was like another one of my dreams come true.

  Alas, I could only do one thing and chanced having a nightmare on my hands. I opened the door, stood back, and watched both men charge towards each other, like gladiators at the Coliseum. My heroes. Was this the interpretation of all my dreams? Good versus evil? I didn’t know which man was which.

  “Gentlemen. I think you’ve already met each other.”

  Nevil was the first to speak. “Keep your hands off her, you devil.”

  Vance crossed his arms and, with his nose almost touching Nevil’s, hissed, “You’re a little late, Shute.”

  The accusing look on Nevil’s face as he turned to glare at me shocked me. “How could you, Ivy? This man is the worst man in the world for you. Why he’s ... he’s....”

  “You already said I was the ‘devil’, idiot.”

  The static stuttering Nevil spit, as though his tongue had tied in knots within his mouth, rendering me speechless too.

  But Vance continued to berate him. “The professor is speechless.” He pointed at me with his eyes on Nevil. “Admit it, you’re jealous because you wanted Ivy for yourself. You love her.”

  That remark sent Nevil in some kind of apoplexy. Better than anyone in this room, I recognized a panic attack when I saw one.

  “Omigod. Get a wet cloth, a paper bag, something to help Nevil. He’s hyperventilating.”

  The glaring eyes of Vance were like fire. When he moved towards me, my feet were stuck in tar. “You care about this little man, don’t you?”

  I stood strong, my hands clenched. “Vance, please. He needs help. He’s not invincible like you.” I pleaded for Nevil’s welfare but could see my affair with Vance ending.

  “He’s ruining our lives with his insipid anxiety attack. He’s pretending. He wants you to feel sorry for him. It’s his way of taking you away from me. Can’t you see that?”

  I knew there were tears streaming my ch
eeks. “It doesn’t matter what Nevil is trying to do. It does matter that I can at least see that you and I can’t be together. You’ll have to go back to Transylvania without me.”

  The careening sound Vance emitted tore at my heart. “You’ve let him win.”

  “No, my love. I only see his human weaknesses. He and so many people like him in this country need my help and power as a vampire trapper.”

  Vance stood close to me but not close enough. “Are you certain?”

  Running his hand up my neck and through my hair shook me with a deep need for him.

  But I persevered. “Yes. You have no idea how difficult this is for me.”

  “We won’t be together? I won’t feel us joined in complete and blissful joy?”

  Nevil yelled, “Is this necessary? Don’t you get it? The woman is dumping you.”

  “Shut up, little freak.”

  “Vance, please. Don’t say anything to him. Please try to understand.”

  He leered at the stooped figure of Nevil. “Wimp.”

  The quickness with which Nevil moved startled me. The slow turtle had the ability to move like a rabbit. Of course, Vance was too quick, and stepped back to let Nevil crash to the floor.

  I couldn’t believe this scene.

  I screeched with my hands to my ears. “Stop it. Why must you both be so childish?”

  “I want you both to leave now. I have some thinking to do. I can see that I don’t need either of you to help me think.”

  “But my love, I want you in my life. Remember that while you’re deciding. You are my soul mate.” Vance pleaded with his limpid eyes. He was my first vampire, and I had a special feeling for him, always would, but I also had my duties. Life can be tough sometimes.

  “My dear, I’m willing to leave you to think, of course.” Nevil took my hand and kissed it. The shock was it pleased me. “I know how the demands of the body can be. But you have Lady Fate waiting for you. You have a higher calling than lust for the body.”