MidWeek Tease 12.12.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! A big shout out to Angelica Dawson for continuing to host this fun blog hop! 

Where we last left off, Anton dropped Charlotte off at her home and left...

After I cleared her street, I sped up, heading towards the freeway. I needed to drive...fast. Everything about her drove me insane with need and lust. I desired and needed her blood...and her body. I wanted both until she was shattered into pieces, barely able to scream that she couldn’t take anymore. My eyes had changed over and my fangs were showing. I needed to be let loose for awhile where she was nowhere around, although my innate instinct was telling me to go back for her.

I hit the freeway pushing my car as fast as it would go. Getting pulled over wouldn’t be a problem, I had ways of fixing that. I took the loop around the city, taking the long way home. Once there, I parked the car in the garage. Marlena had been right, I need to hunt, the way nature intended vampires to feed, in hopes of calming the craving for her. The life of another for hers. I didn’t want to kill, but at this stage of the game, it was unlikely that I would be able to stop.

I walked the downtown city streets, searching for prey. Male, only male. Although, female would definitely calm the craving if I imagined it being Charlotte, but in doing so would make me feel as if I were cheating on her. I wasn’t about to do that. It shouldn’t take long to find the perfect victim, it was a Saturday night and there were sure to be plenty of drunk people leaving the bars.

I stood along the outside of one bar at State and Andrews, as people filtered out.

“Hey, bro, got a cigarette?” A drunk, frat boy asked, as he pushed his way by me.

“No.” I answered.
I watched him stumble around the corner. I slowly followed behind, not wanting him to notice. I watched him carefully. He took another turn into a tight corner of two buildings, to take a piss. I stood at the corner, unseen, waiting for him to finish. I shook my head, some humans were so stupid and gross, and contributed nothing. As he turned the corner, I grabbed him by the throat and pushed him back into the corner.

“What the fuck?” Was all that escaped his lips before I sunk my fangs in, calming the craving for now.

I sat on the floor of my penthouse living room, taking care of some business before the sun rose. The frat boy’s blood still filled me. Marlena knocked on the door, she had texted not too long ago to see if it was safe for her to come over.

“Its open.” I said.

Marlena opened the door and peeked around it. She looked at me, as I leaned back on the sofa.
“Is it safe?” She asked, my eyes and fangs still showing.
“Yes, for you. No to the frat boy I hunted.”
“Is she still alive?” Marlena said, concerned, as she came in and shut the door.
“Charlotte is, which is why the frat boy isn’t.”

“Oh, Anton…”
“I’m not proud of it, felt good though. Anything to keep Charlotte alive.” I looked at her, “You were right, I need to hunt, and its only going to get worse.”

“So, I take it that it went well?” Marlena said, still trying to keep her distance.

“She’s incredible. She makes everything cease to exist, except me. She makes me feel alive and human. And she’s mine. She was so reluctant. Then she was in my arms and I felt it.”
Marlena looked at me.
“No, I didn’t read her thoughts.” I added.

“Wow, Anton, so now what?” Marlena said as she went over to the bar and poured two glasses of whiskey.

I shook my head, “Now I need to keep up the human boyfriend facade. I’ve done it before, but with her, it’s so much harder.”

Marlena took a drink and then still kept her distance as she brought me the second glass. She outstretched her arm, handing it to me. As I took it from her i stared at her wrist, her blood pumped through her veins, tempting me. I quickly took a sip, but I was still fixated on her wrist.

“It’s not safe for you, Marlena.” I growled.

She took another sip and looked at me.
“Here.” She said, holding out her wrist, “But you HAVE to stop. Charlotte wouldn’t like it, if I had to stake you.”

I took it and bit into it fiercely, unable to stop myself.
“Fuck, Anton!” She exclaimed, dropping her drink.

I took a few sips and pulled myself away.
“Go! Before I can’t stop!”

I turned away from her, staring at the floor to distract me from her blood. I watched her tip toe backwards towards the front door, carefully, not wanting to trigger me by running. She tip toed out the door, shutting the door behind her. My ultra sensitive hearing able to hear her tip toe, all the way into the elevator.

Later, I lay in my bed, naked from having taken the bath, I had promised Charlotte that I would, as the sun rose. The heavy black curtains drawn to keep out the light. The bath, a fantasy of her being there with me, of what I wanted to do to her and of what I wanted her to do to me.  The sooner I slept, the sooner my time with her would come.

My phone buzzed with a text from Charlotte. Sassy in her text, scolding me for leaving her breakfast, tea, flowers, and a gift of scented candles on her desk (again) at her work. My response was a simple and authoritative, get used to it.

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MidWeek Tease 11.28.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! A big shout out to Angelica Dawson for continuing to host this fun blog hop! 

Where we last left off, Charlotte was on her date with with the handsome, wealthy...and vampire, Anton Pierce. After things heated up back at his place, Anton took her home, where she invited him in. We continue on where he is leaving...

She walked me outside.

“I’ll text you when I’m done tomorrow.”

She nodded as I reached down and touched her cheek. I kissed her softly, taking her hand in mine and squeezing it.
“Good night, Charlotte.”

“Good night, Anton.” She smiled.

It was the first time I heard her call me by my first name, and it sounded so good coming off her lips. I hugged her tight for a few moments before leaving.

She stood out on the porch as I went to my car, started it, and turned around on the street. I slowed down and opened my windows as I passed her on the porch, stopping.
“I just wanted to look at you one more time.” I said, smiling.

She smiled and ran down the steps, coming around the car to the driver’s side window.
“Is this better?” She asked.

“Much.”

She leaned in the window and kissed me, I couldn’t help but to fall into it, gliding my hand up her body, and down her arm. I took her hand, placing it on the strain against my pants, to let her know that was really what she did to me every time. Her fingers glided up and down my length, until I took her hand back in mine, interlocking my fingers with hers. She pulled away from my lips.
“Sweet dreams.” She said.

“Take a bubble bath tonight,” I said, “soak or you will be really sore tomorrow. Think of me while you do, imagine me being in there with you. I’ll want to hear all about it tomorrow.”

“Will you do the same?”

I nodded.

She kissed me quickly.

“Bye.” She smiled before running back up to her porch.

Very short tease this week ;) Thanks for reading! You can read more great authors below!
Bleeding Hearts & Fangs,

~Siren X

MidWeek Tease 11.21.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! A big shout out to Angelica Dawson for continuing to host this fun blog hop! 

Where we last left off, Charlotte was on her date with with the handsome, wealthy...and vampire, Anton Pierce. After things heated up back at his place, Anton took her home, where she invited him in...

My predator instinct was kicking in more intensely than I expected. I tried to restrain my eyes from changing over and my fangs from showing. I needed to distract myself or force myself to run away.

I looked around me, I was standing in her small living room that opened up into another small space that seemed to be her reading room. It was then it caught my eye - a larger space that opened off the reading room that was meant to be a dining room, was actually her art studio space - a painting sitting on an easel was right there. It was of a young woman in a tattered ballgown dancing on the edge of a forest in the moonlight, her face horrid and twisted, all done in black, white, and shades of greys, in a style that looked like an actual black and white photograph.

“Is that your studio?” I asked her without pulling my eyes away.

“Yeah.” She replied, shyly.

I walked through the reading room over to the painting. I studied it, focusing in on her brushstrokes, my vision able to see each miniscule detail of the strands of hair from her brushes.  I heard her walk up behind me. I turned to her forgetting all about losing control.

“Charlotte, this is beautiful.” I said, lost in her work just as she was lost in mine at the museum.

She had more paintings stacked up on the floor in rows. A moon and trees painting stuck out in hues of bright blue, white, and black. As did her more gory paintings that featured dark figures with bright red blood...there was a ghost attacking a person in a dark room of a house, and a collection of paintings that looked like an emulations of Edvard Munch’s vampire paintings in her own style. I was going to have to ask her about these and her thoughts on vampires, as I was now curious. A painting fell over as she walked by. I bent down and picked it up, looking at it, people dancing around a fire in the woods, celebrating..

“Festival of Dionysus.” She said, quietly.
“God of wine, madness, and ecstasy.” I finished. “Charlotte, you said you were an artist, but these are incredible.”

“Thanks.” She replied as she tried to tidy up. “I have too many projects going at once.”

I looked around the rest of the room, there were clay sculptures, woodcut prints, drawings, and her sewing machine with a half clothed mannequin next to it.

She saw me looking at it. “I’m trying to finish my costumes for the Fringe Festival, but I’ve been working so much.”

“You’re performing?” I inquired, Pierce Wines was one of the sponsors of the festival.

“Yeah,” she said hesitantly, “I’m in a circus troupe...we’re taking over the main tent for one night only. I’m a fire artist and aerial silks artist.”

She really was an artist in every sense of the word. Although, the fire was something I would stay away from. I wasn’t too fond of it, having a few run ins with it over the centuries, it conjured bad memories.

“I am speechless,” I said, “All I can say is wow.”

Another one of her devious smiles came across her face.

“The wine guy with millions is speechless.” She said with her attitude.

“Don’t push it.” I said, pulling her into me.

“Oh, I think I will.” She replied, gently biting her lip as she stared up at me.

She knew exactly what she was doing, only I don’t she had any idea how damn sexy she was when she did. Her green eyes stared through my undead soul and those lips...I still wanted them on every part of my body.

I lifted her up, she instinctively wrapped herself around me. I wanted to bend her over something and spank her again for her feistiness, but kissing those lips won out. Our lips locked together in a sensuous kiss. I walked a few steps, setting her down on top of her sewing table, continuing to kiss her. She sucked at my bottom lip before pulling away and moving down my throat to the crossroads of my shoulder and neck. She sucked again, this time her teeth slightly biting down. It caused me to moan, digging my nails into her sides. I pressed my body harder into hers. This was going to send me over the edge, either by just drinking her dry or taking her first until she was screaming in pleasure and then drinking her dry.

I pulled away, “Neither one of us is going to make it to work tomorrow if we don’t stop.”

She looked at me and smiled before I pulled her up and set her down on the floor.

“Until tomorrow evening?” I asked.
“I think I’m free, but I’ll have to check.” She replied, smirking.

I raised my eyebrow.
She laughed, “Yes, I’m free.”

“Good. And you got away with your feistiness tonight, punishment will be due tomorrow.”

“Okay, whatever.” She said, then smiled.

I took her by the arm and pulled her close.

“You know I can bend you over anything, right, and have punishment be due?” I whispered.

“Maybe I just want you to bend me over in other ways.” She whispered back, and then covered her mouth after she said it, smiling.

All I could do was close my eyes and take a long needed breath, she was going to push every limit.

“Until tomorrow.” I said.

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MidWeek Tease 11.14.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! A big shout out to Angelica Dawson for continuing to host this fun blog hop! Sorry I am a bit late posting, due to being sick and taking care of my kiddos. 

Where we last left off, Charlotte was on her date with with the handsome, wealthy...and vampire, Anton Pierce. After things started to heat up in public, Anton decided to bring her back to his penthouse, where things heated up again. :)
In this tease we start in Charlotte's POV and then switch to Anton's.
*This is still a WIP

Setting me carefully back on my feet, he kept his arm around me, which was good since it seemed my legs were even more unsteady than before, my heart racing.
“Are you working in the morning?” He asked.

I nodded, yes.
“Then I should probably get you home.” He smiled.

He walked over and retrieved my short shorts from the floor, coming back over to me. I was going to take them from him, when he knelt down in front of me. He guided me to lift my foot, so he could put it through the leg hole, as I put my hands on his shoulders for support. He planted soft kisses up my leg as he did. He lifted the other leg and did the same, only planting kisses higher as he pulled my short shorts up to my waist. I watched him through half closed eyes. I jumped when he suddenly appeared in front of me, standing up. He caught me before I fell backwards.

“How did you--” I started to say.
“So lost in the moment.” He said at the same time.

I smiled and rested my head against him.

“Ready to go?” He asked.
I nodded. Before we left his room, he grabbed my hoodie from the floor.

Chapter 8

She shifted in her seat, once again, as I drove down her street. Her ass, no doubt, sore. She had shifted many times over the five minute ride back to where she lived. We drove in a sweet silence, stealing glances at each other and smiling. Her hand wrapped around mine.

With nowhere to safely park, I elected to park on the opposite side of her house. She looked somewhat sad as she looked out at her house, like it held bad memories for her.

“Would you like to come in?” She invited, “I mean its not very nice, more like a shithole actually, the landlord doesn’t take care of it.”

I knew I should say no, but the monster in me would never decline an invitation into a human’s home. I also didn’t want to make her feel like her home wasn’t good enough for me.
“Sure.” I replied.

She smiled as I put the car into park.

I followed her in through the gate and up the few stairs to her front porch, a child’s pink princess tricycle sat on her porch. I pointed to it.
“You...have a child?” I asked trying not look and sound horrified.
“No, that’s my upstairs neighbor. She has a four year old that has a LOT of energy.” Charlotte replied.

She stuck her key into the lock and paused, turning towards me.
“I see all the stuff Amie goes through with her daughter...I’m not ready. Although, from what Amie has told me she wasn’t either, it just kind of happened.”

I took her hand. “Hey, I’m not going to force you into something you’re not ready for...ever.” I said, pulling her into me. “I don’t want to get into all the specifics, but I can share a disappointing fact…” I brought my voice to a whisper, “I can’t have children.”

“You can’t?”

I shook my head, “So, let that ease you for now. If we ever get to a place in the future where we want something different, then we would discuss options.”

She looked up at me and smiled. I kissed her forehead before she went back to unlocking the door. She walked in, holding the door open for me.

I hated lying to her. It was true being undead that I couldn’t produce children, but other options were not available...I simply shouldn’t be around children. They had the purest blood.
“Come in.” Charlotte said, snapping me from my thoughts.

I stepped over the threshold, she had now invited a vampire into her home, and I was now free to enter anytime I desired.

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~Siren X

MidWeek Tease 11.o7.18

Welcome to MidWeek Tease! A big shout out to Angelica Dawson for continuing to host this fun blog hop! 

Where we last left off, Charlotte was on her date with with the handsome, wealthy...and vampire, Anton Pierce. After things started to heat up in public, Anton decided to bring her back to his penthouse, where things started to heat up again. :)
 We are in Charlotte's p.o.v...
*This is still a WIP

I did as I was told turning slowly. I could feel him eyeing me from behind. He appeared directly behind me. It seemed to happen so fast, but I was so busy trying to hold myself together from how seductive this all was already that I obviously wasn’t paying attention. My stomach fluttered with the excitement of what was going to happen next.

“Absolutely beautiful.” He whispered in my ear.

He took my hand and had me follow him to dark red velvet chaise lounge in the far corner of his room. He sat down as I stood waiting for his next direction. He ran his hands gently from my thighs down the rest of my legs.

“On your knees beside me with your hands behind your back, facing away from me.” He said.

“Yes, Mr. Pierce.” Rolled seductively out of my mouth. He smiled.

I knelt down next to him, facing away, so I looked like I was his pet beside him. I held my wrist in my other hand, as if they were tied together.

“Good.” He replied, gathering my hair into a ponytail with his fingers. He yanked back not too hard, until my back was arched backward.

“Now face towards me.”

He loosened his grip on my hair, so I could turn, but still held onto it.
“I’m surprised, you’ve been so obedient.”

“No worries, Mr. Pierce, I haven’t lost my snarkiness.” I said, smirking.

He laughed and yanked on my hair, making me arch backward again. I inhaled sharply.

His lips were near my throat.

“I should really give you a taste of what you’re in for.” He said, gently planting a kiss on my throat.
He let go of my hair and grabbed onto my wrists, bring them to the front of me. He held them tight with one hand, lifting me up and over his lap. He held my wrists against the soft velvet. His right hand caressed my right buttock before he lifted it away, only to smack his hand right back down on it. It stung, but not nearly as much as I expected. He was going easy.

“Harder.” I whispered, half moaning.

It had been a good while since I had experienced this, and I needed it. With everyone else it seemed forced and contrived, but this, this already felt real.

“Harder?” He smiled.
“I’m not one of those girls you have to take it easy on.” I replied, “I don’t think you understand, Mr. Pierce, i’ve been in this scene a long time. I like to cry. I like it rough. I like it to hurt. I like it not to feel like we are playing around. I like to be sore enough that I can’t sit down easily.”

It felt weird to be voicing this all to him, especially already. But because he made it felt real, it made it so I felt I could be honest.

“Say red, if its too much.”

I nodded.

His hand came down on the other cheek, harder this time. Air left my lungs as did a small cry. He lightly rubbed his cool hand over it before delivering three more each harder than the one before it. I moaned, gripping at velvet.

“That was for everything tonight. And this...this is for everything I lost count of last night.”

A series of more than three smacks descended on my right cheek. A half cry, half moan escaped me this time, my mind floating into ecstasy. My fingers clawing at the velvet... I may have been purring, too.

“And lastly, this is for everything you do to me since the moment I walked into the gallery.”  

I knew from his words that this was going to be a series of many, the realization of how much I had probably done to him hitting me where before I was denying it in disbelief. I didn’t care how many he gave me or how much it hurt - I just wanted his hand on my skin, his body against mine, I wanted to wrap myself around him and live in the bubble that made me feel safe, forgetting the outside world.

His hand came down in a series of smacks, then taking a moment to rub his hand over the area. He did this several more times as I lost myself in it.

“You’re purring again.” He commented in a happy tone before delivering more, so many I lost count.

“Stop!” I cried involuntarily. “I’m going to cum if you keep on going, and I don’t want to.”

He stopped. “That’s something we will have to work on controlling in the future.”

His fingers explored the outside front of my lace panties as I hoped his fingers would explore the inside as well. His fingers danced around my slit, the lace providing a very wet barrier.

“So very, very wet.” He said, seductively.

He lifted me off of his lap, until I was kneeling on the floor. He stood up and offered me his hand. He stared into my eyes as he helped me to my wobbly feet and held onto me.

“Why didn’t you want to?” He asked.
“Because I want to cum with you inside me.” I replied, still staring him in the eyes.

He smiled pulling me into him.

“I can’t wait to taste you and everything else...but in time.” He whispered. “For now, know that this is what you do to me ever since the moment I met you, every time I even look at you”

He took my hand and placed it on his rock hard erection from outside his pants.

“I could help relieve that, if you would let me.”

“Not tonight. In time.” He answered, sweetly, pulling my hand away before I even had a chance to stroke him.

He held me against his chest for a while, my head rising and falling with his breath. He pulled away to stare at me. It was as if he could see my resistance to a relationship with him disappear. I was taken, I was his, I wanted that bubble and nothing else. I think he could see it in my eyes, he knew what I was thinking. He didn’t speak, only lifted me up into his arms and pulled me into him as tight as he could, kissing me long and hard as if the world was ending.

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