A Wolf and a Vampire

He sways and pulls his wrist forcefully from my grasp. "Fuck, what are you trying to do?! If you kill me drinking then you'll die too y'know!" He glares at me, and we sit in silence for a moment.

I wipe my mouth and sit up, feeling my strength return to me. I took a lot more than I meant to, but he didn't say anything else about it. Instead, we continued the blame game.

"No, I didn't know. Honestly I didn't think i'd see you again, I didn't know you'd even survive the first drop. Most vampires die after drinking my blood."

I stiffened and jumped up off the floor in a defensive stand ready to pounce. "So you were trying to fucking kill me?!"

He held up his hands in surrender, chucking softly as he spoke. As if this was all a joke to him. "Well, I warned you that I might try." His eyes roll. "Our kind have been at war how long? Besides, I wasn't the one carrying silver. Not to mention your bite could have killed me. It was a gamble."

He did have a point. "I was carrying silver for protection. When you travel alone you make sure to know who's territory your in."

"I told you the other night.. King of wolves. The next five forests over are mine. You didn't need the silver. Don't you know what price your kind has on my head?"

I bite my lip, deciding whether or not to reveal this. If he kicked me to the curb, i'd die. "Ok, I knew my bite might kill you, but that was an accident! You covered me in blood, that was temptation."

He winks and smirks. "I did nothing."

I stiffen more. He's trying to get a rise out of me, and it's definitely working. Not feeding for two weeks has made me on edge. More than on edge, I was close to collapsing for good and would have been forced to lay somewhere and die.

He shoves his hands into his shorts pockets, leaning against the wall, watching me curiously. "I guess we're bound now." He shrugs. "Seeing as how you can only drink my blood." I stiffen. He's trying to get a rise out of me on purpose. And it's fucking working. After not feeding for two damn weeks, I was close to collapsing for good. "You can drop the attack pose. Killing me would be unfortunate for you honey. Dontchya think?"

Slowly I relaxed my pose. He's right. If I kill him, I die. Fuck. I tapped my food against the floor, annoyed at him. I liked it better when we were fucking without a care in the world. "Fine." I grabbed the silver knife from my back pocket and quickly tossed it on the floor before he thought I was attacking him. For good measure I held my hands up in surrender. He hadn't moved, just watching the knife and me carefully, measuring the situation. I could see the wheels turning in his head. Trap? I sat on the floor, keeping my hands where he could see them.

"Peace offering?"

"Fine." He walks over to the knife without hesitation, bending over to pick up the knife. "Peace." He easily bends it in two and tosses it like a boomerang out of the still open window. Then his gaze turns from hesitant to intrigued. "So what do you want to do about this?"

I've dropped my guard, so I let my gaze wander, staring at him up and down, eyeing his cock through his shorts. Tilting my head from side to side. I shrugged for an answer.

He just smirked, and my gaze snaps back up to him, pretending I wasn't staring. "I've never had someone live... who are you?"

"Who I am doesn't really matter." I shrugged, wanting to drop the subject about my sort of human life as soon as possible. "I don't know what to do about this. But until we break whatever the hell this is, both of us are stuck. I can't feed on anyone else, and I bet you've been having your own issues in..." I glance down at his cock then back up at his eyes and smirk. "That department."

He rolls his eyes and sighs. "Yeah... that department is kind of a dead isle. Hard to meet anyone when you live alone in the middle of the woods, and don't want anyone to notice you. But I guess while you're bound to my side, I have met someone. You're obviously staring, i'm not dumb." My face turns a bright shade of red and I force myself to look at his eyes instead of his cock. He strides forward faster than average walking, and leans down to look in my eyes. I hadn't realized my eyes turned red until I saw my reflection in his, which were starting to change into the same tint.

"I don't know that whatever hold my blood has on you can be broken... but until then, this should be fun." He comes closer, dropping to his knees in front of me, tensing, waiting for my move.

I swallow, missing the taste of him on my tongue. I lick my lips. "So... you're going to let me stay and feed?"

He sighs loudly and stands up from the floor. His hand reaches behind his head and scratches, "I guess. But you really need to stop acting like you're gonna attack me, how am I supposed to sleep!" He laughs as he spins back to his hammock, falling easily and swaying from side to side, the moonlight shining through the window on his bare skin. "Alright, I think i'm healed. If you need more to drink you'll have to come lay next to me." He smirks and there's a playful glimmer in his eyes. "I don't wanna get up."

I relax and stand up. With a smirk I strip off my clothes, leaving on the black lace bra and panty set as I come over to the side of the hammock. I climb on top of him, my breathing picking up and getting heavier. My tongue runs over his chest where I bit him two weeks ago. I groan when I lick up to his neck, feeling his pulse beat under my tongue. My fangs pop back out and graze his artery. He makes a low growl in his throat, his heart beating harder. He moans and grinds into me, carefully undoing my bra and tossing it on the wood floor.

"Thank you," I giggle playfully with surprise. "That was my last one."

He smiles greedily, staring at my breasts then back up to my eyes. His are red again, blood red. "Don't thank me yet." He moves to fast for me to react, digging his fangs into my neck and pressing his entire body against me. When he pulls out his fangs, he kisses me with blood stained lips while slipping off his shorts.

I was feeling dizzy, almost forgetting he had fangs the last time we encountered each other in the woods. "You.. you have fangs?"

He shrugs, tugging on my underwear, attempting to get them off without ripping anything. "Only when I want to. Wolf canines work similarly. They grow or shrink depending on mood. Yours are longer than mine, sure. But I have four." He winks and licks blood off my lips.

His hands grasp my breasts, but more gentle, sensual. His hands explore my body, very unlike before. His cock grinds against my pussy, slowly sliding in. My jaw drops slightly and I drop my head against his chest. He starts moving his hips, circular motions. He lifts my head, grabbing my cheek so he can kiss me. We both take a deep breath, breathing each other in.