1. Unexpected


    Date: 11/7/2014, Categories: Supernatural, Author: eve_mercurio, Rating: 9, Source: LushStories

    haven’t fed properly in the past two and a half months," he grimaces before tossing the rest of his drink down the sink. “What happened?” I ask, confused and worried. With the latest craze on vampire fiction, how could he have a shortage of willing and living blood bags? “More or less, I had a bad run in with some of Curiel’s pack. They hit me up on witch’s blood, got me hooked up on it, killed her, and were hoping I would die a slow painful death from the withdrawal. Obviously their plan didn’t quite go the way they wanted it to," he states, walking towards my couch and plopping down. He closes his eyes before rubbing his temples. “And Curiel?” I reply, absorbing everything he was telling me. Daniel and Curiel had a blood splattered history of their own that I hardly knew about except for the deep hatred between the two. “Alive, but hiding." His voice is tense. His eyes travel up and down my body as I walk towards him with a scotch bottle in hand. A warm rush goes through my inner extremities in response. Daniel had always had the ability to make me squirm underneath his gaze, unlike any other male. Even incubi could not do that to me. “So, what’s the favor?” I ask, plopping right next to him and taking a swig. He looks at the floor, not anywhere near my face. “Would you be willing to give me blood?” he questions. I look into his golden eyes and I can feel my insides tremble. Now that I could see him in the better lighting, I could see the toll they had had on him. His ...
    hair isn’t as shiny and his skin has lost its glow. Essentially, he is falling apart. “Tell me one thing. If you and I were in reversed positions, would you give me blood?” I question him. My mind is reeling from the implication. His addiction to witch blood would manifest itself onto me and unless he could control his narcotic bite, both of us would be sent into a downward spiral. “I’m not sure I would," he replies, sighing and hanging his head in defeat. My finger tips tease his hand, before entwining them together. It was a perfect fit like it always had been. I look up at him, my grey ones meeting his gold ones and I squeeze his hand reassuringly. “You owe me after this," I tease before exposing my wrist to him. Daniel looks at me with gratitude before leaning forward and kissing me lightly on my wrist but not puncturing the skin. “Daniel, what are you--” I start, confused that he won’t feed, but Daniel interrupts me. “Shhh. Just relax, I’m a quarter incubus, don’t forget that.” I don’t quite understand the implication before lust fills my body. The last rational thought I have escapes my mind and I sigh in pleasure uncontrollably as he continues up my arm, to my lips. His lips are sweet and his intoxicating smell overpowers my thoughts. The intensity of the kiss begins to build and soon enough I am straddling his lap, our lips smashing together. I bite his lower lip, asking for entrance into his mouth. Like a trigger and a pistol, I am flipped underneath him. His eyes have ...
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