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  When he removed his finger from my clenching pussy, I groaned in disappointment. “Turn around, baby. I want to fuck that pretty ass.”

  I stared at him in surprise. I had never experienced anal sex before, but the thought of Kristofer’s huge cock stuffed up my ass was too much of a temptation to resist. I found myself so accepting of all of his desires and demands. I wanted to experience everything with Kristofer, anything he wanted to do to me.

  “If it is too much, too fast, tell me now because I won’t be able to stop once we’ve started.” He kissed the underside of my jaw and I felt any reserve toward the act vanishing. My whole body was strung tight, the need to find release thrumming through my veins.

  I braced my hand on his chest and stared into his eyes for a moment. After turning, I moaned when his cock slipped between the cheeks of my ass. He moved the hair off my neck and started kissing the exposed skin. Pressing his hips forward, the root of his cock teased my anus, the head tempting my clit. I knew my cream coated his shaft, knew he would soon be putting that slick erection in my virgin hole.

  “You feel so good, Payton. So hot and wet,” he murmured against me and his movement picked up speed.

  “Oh, Kristofer.” I dropped my head and stared down the length of my body, between my legs. I could see the heavy weight of his balls hanging feeling, slightly moving back and forth every time he pressed against my cunt. As if he knew I was watching, he braced his legs wider apart, curled his hips forward and let his cock move down so that it moved across my mound. The length was so long and thick it reached my navel. Panting fiercely, I licked my lips and lifted my head.

  Pumping his hips slowly at first, the length of his cock rubbed along my cleft and clit. A breathy moan left me and I turned my head and accept his kiss. Our tongues slid along each other erotically. He gripped my hips and pulled back from me slightly. He reached between us and aligned his cock with my pussy hole. I was a little confused as to why he wasn’t putting his dick in my ass, but I wasn’t complaining because the feel of his cock tunneling through my wet folds had me crying out in pleasure.

  Kristofer reached his hand over and gripped my breast. His thumb and forefinger started to tweak my nipple, pulling the flesh out and then letting it snap back in place so that my breast bounced from the force. He pounded into me, his fierce pumping shaking the bed and sending me closer to climax.

  “Your pussy feels so good squeezing my cock, Payton.” Panting, he ran his teeth gently over the back of my neck. I didn’t feel fear when he did this, on the contrary, it made me hotter. He grunted behind me, his cock shoving through pussy folds with more force. He started to become wild, pinching my nipple until it bordered on pain, on pleasure.

  “I’m. Going. To. Come!” I cried out and closed my eyes as ecstasy tore through me. He didn’t stop thrusting, no, he went harder, faster. He groaned behind me, the sound almost animalistic in nature. Just as my climax subsided he pulled out of me. I could feel my cunt clenching, trying to suck his cock back inside. When his erection slipped free, I could feel my pussy juices coat the thickness as it moved along my inner thigh. His hand on the middle of my back urged me onto my belly. My body was so weak and boneless that I complied without complaint. My eyes were closed, my breathing heavy as I was vaguely aware that he was shoving a pillow beneath my hips so my ass was popped out and in full view.

  I could feel his cock, juicy from fucking me moments before, probe my cunt again. He moved slightly back and his fingers took residence where his shaft had just been. He pumped in and out of me several times, his grunts of pleasure causing my body to react. I slowly started to climb toward pleasure again.

  “Oh, baby. This is going to feel so good. I’m going to make you feel so good.” He started trailing kisses along my spine while his fingers fucked me. He pulled the digits out and moved them up the crack of my ass. He rubbed my anus, my pussy cream coating his fingers and spreading along my anus. I could feel both orifices clench when he slowly started to push a digit into my ass.

  “Relax, Payton. I promise to be gentle with you.”

  I believed him, but there was a slight twinge of unease at the thought of his monster cock filling me back there. Adding another finger, he pumped them in and out of my asshole. He spread them wide, scissoring them inside of me and preparing me for his dick. “Please, Kristofer. I need you.”

  “What do you need? Tell me.” As his fingers moved in and out of me, his groin was pressing into my side, his cock throbbing against my flesh.

  “I need you inside of me.” Taking position behind me, he removed his fingers, his cock head taking their place. Slowly pushing into me, I felt an uncomfortable burn settle at the area of entrance.

  “Relax, Payton. Bear down as I push in.” Hands splayed on my ass cheeks, he continued to shove those thick inches into me.

  I gripped the sheets in my fists, bearing down like he said and then feeling the thick crown pop free of the tight ring of muscle. We both breathed out in pleasure.

  “Oh fuck. You’re so tight, so hot.” He bent low until he was whispering in my ear. “I’m going to fuck your ass nice and slow, baby, and then when you’re begging me for more, I’m going to go hard and fast.” He started moving then, in and out, slow and easy. He did this for several moments until I felt perspiration cover me, heard my begging, heard my pleas. As if that was what he had been waiting for, he moved faster and harder until I felt my body coiling tight, getting ready to explode.

  “Oh God, I’m so close.” I didn’t think it was possible to reach another mind blowing orgasm after the one I had just experienced, but as his sweat slick skin slid over mine and his warm, humid breath teased my flesh, I knew this was how it would always be with him.

  The sound of his balls slapping my wet pussy folds was an aphrodisiac all in its own. Beads of sweat covered my forehead as he continued to pump into me. He wedged his hand between the pillow and my body and lightly squeezed my clit between his thumb and forefinger. That was my breaking point. I buried my face in the sheets and cried out in pleasure. My pussy quivered and my asshole clenched around his cock. He slammed into me once more before stilling and letting out a deep, guttural groan. I could feel his hot cum shoot out of his cockhead and into me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before.

  Kristofer collapsed onto me once his body stopped jerking. When it started to become harder for me to breathe and I wheezed, he rolled off of me, his slippery cock sliding from my ass in one swift move. I could do nothing more than lay there, trying to catch my breath, trying to sink back to Earth.

  “Oh Payton.” He panted beside me, his breath hot and humid. That was the last thing I was conscious of before I let sleep and exhaustion overtake me.

  Chapter Nine

  The sound of scraping outside my front door woke me. I peeled my eyes open and turned my head toward the noise. My body was pleasantly sore and I smiled as I remembered exactly why my pussy ached. I rolled slightly and looked at Kristofer’s sleeping form behind me. The scraping noise ended and I disregarded it as probably just ice falling.

  Closing my eyes once again, I was right on the verge of falling back asleep when the noise started once again. The weather was probably warming up enough that the ice was starting to break off the roof. I had been living out here long enough to push away irritable sounds that the wild and nature threw my way.

  I looked at Kristofer and then climbed from the bed. Wincing as unused muscles protested, I grabbed my robe and put in on. The chill in the air was stroking over me like a frigid caress. I went to the kitchen and started making some tea when the scraping sound resumed. Gritting my teeth, I stalked toward the door. I slipped on my boots, grabbed the broom to break off any icicles hanging from the gutter, and gripped the door handle. There was only so many times I could listen to the sound, and if the weather continued to warm up it would only get worse. Gripping the chilled brass handle of the door, I braced myself for the arctic chill that was sure to blast me once I opened it. Ju
st as I went to pull the heavy wood open I felt my heart stop in my chest.

  I pressed my ear to the wood, positive I had heard someone whispering. The cold wood was startling to my flesh. I strained to hear, but when I heard nothing I told myself I must have imagined it. Still, I couldn’t ignore the inkling of fear that stayed with me. No doubt talking about my past had reminded me of the horror I had seen. I dropped my hands from the door and took several steps backward.

  “Get a grip, Payton. You have been living out here long enough by yourself that you know better than to start letting your imagination get the better of you.” I breathed out, laughing softly at where my thoughts had strayed. Just as I turned to walk back into the kitchen I stopped, my pulse beating rapidly at the voice that spoke just beyond my front door.

  “Open up, open up, little Red Riding Hood.” The voice coming through was clearly a male, the sound so sinister it had me instantly shake. He started to laugh, a deep, evil chuckle that had a shiver skating down my spine. That voice, so deep, demented, I remembered all too well. I slowly turned around, knowing he couldn’t see me through the wood, but feeling his gaze on me nonetheless.

  Despite the fact wood and metal stood between us, I could hear his voice clear as day. “Oh God,” I whispered and started walking backward until I felt the edge of the bed hit the back of my knees. “Kristofer,” I whispered, not knowing why since it was clear the monster right outside knew I was in here. I reached behind me and blindly searched for his body. “Kristofer.” I gripped his leg and shook it.

  “Let me in, let me in.” Evil laughter filtered through once again and I felt the world tilt.

  “Payton?” Kristofer’s groggy voice became clearer. “What’s wrong?” I heard the ruffling of sheets. Before I could utter another word he was off the bed and in front of me.

  “I can hear your little heart beating. It is music to my ears.”

  Kristofer glanced behind me and I saw an emotion cover his face. I couldn’t distinguish what it was, maybe fear, horror, or maybe something entirely different. “Kristofer. Oh God, Kristofer, it’s him.” I didn’t need to elaborate on who him was. I shouldn’t have been surprised that the vampire that had killed my mother had found me, but to actually hear his voice again, so close, brought me back to that horrid night. I stupidly thought I had been safe. After living so long out here by myself and being so isolated, I was a fool to think he wouldn’t deliver on his promise.

  “Let me in or I’ll huff and puff and blow this mother fucking door down!” His voice rose and I gripped the back of Kristofer's shirt.

  “What are we going to do?” I noticed that Kristofer’s breathing had increased and knew he was changing, turning into the same creature demanding entrance. He turned and looked at me, his fangs fully extended, his eyes as dark as the night. The sight didn’t frighten me, no, it reassured me on some level, made me actually feel safe and protected.

  “I’m going to fucking kill him and end this once and for all.” He threw his pants on and stopped in front of me again, gripping my shoulders and dipping his head to kiss me swiftly. “I swear to you, Payton, he will not hurt you ever again. He will not hurt anyone ever again.”

  I wanted to believe him, but this was the same creature that had brutally murdered my mother. Before anything else was said, the door splintered inward, sending shards of wood in our direction. I screamed and covered my face with my arms, but Kristofer was there, blocking the worst of it. I felt myself get shoved onto the bed and then rolled over it. I knew what Kristofer was doing, knew he was trying to protect me.

  “Where is she? Where the fuck is she!”

  I closed my eyes and willed myself to be strong when I heard that evil voice so close to me once again.

  “So you’ve found us, Ellon, but you won’t take her. I can guarantee that.” Kristofer’s voice was like a beacon of light and I slowly rose from my position and looked over the bed. They stood toe-to-toe, both looking fearsome, both fully changed. It was then, as I stared at them and realized they resembled each other far too much to be coincidental, that Kristofer’s words speared my brain. He had called my mother’s murderer, Ellon, his brother’s name.

  “Oh my god.” I covered my mouth and stood, watching as their confrontation was temporarily put on hold as they turned to stare at me in unison. Ellon smiled, his teeth stained yellow, jagged and sharp as a shark's grin.

  “God won’t save you from what I have plan…” Before he even finished his sentence Kristofer attacked him. They flew across the room, their massive bodies slamming into the wall with enough force to crack the wood and mortar. They were so quick that all I could see were flashes of fangs and claws. I willed myself to stay calm, knew I had to do something, anything. I felt the logical side of my brain think of how to help the vampire, the man I had grown to care about.

  “You’ve tainted her, brother!” Grunts and animalistic snarls reverberated through the cabin. “For that you will die slowly, but not before you watch me fuck her.” Ellon snarled as he slammed his fist into Kristofer repeatedly.

  The fact that they were brothers was still a shock, but not shocking enough that I couldn’t react. I had to think fast, had to stay calm and help Kristofer. I charged forward, sidestepping thick pieces of wood and jumped on Ellon’s back. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I squeezed as tight as I could. He grunted for a second, most likely from surprise that I had actually attacked him, but even that wasn’t enough to overtake him. His strength was immense and he flicked me off of him as if shooing a fly.

  I realized I was flying through the air only a millisecond before my back connected with the mantle of the fireplace. I cried out in pain and crumpled to the ground like a rag doll. Stars danced before my eyes and I struggled to stand. Shaking my head to clear the fog, I slowly, and unsteadily, stood and watched in horror as Kristofer’s and Ellon clawed and slammed each others fists into one another. Blood coated Ellon’s tattered clothing and Kristofer’s bare chest. Bruises and gashes formed and healed just as quickly on Ellon, but because Kristofer was still recovering, his wounds took longer to knit back together. The fight seemed to drop into slow motion and I watched in anguished horror as Ellon’s strength overpowered Kristofer and sent him to his knees. Kristofer knelt there, staring up and his brother and then looking my way, his face bloodied and bruised, his eyes pleading with me leave, to run away. He hadn’t spoken the words but I could read his intention as clear as day. With that last lingering look, Ellon slammed his fist into the side of Kristofer’s head, sending him falling to the floor as blood pooled around him.

  “No!” Sheer fear of loosing Kristofer overshadowed my terror of Ellon. I brought forth the part of me I had always kept hidden, always kept dormant. Never had I felt a need to let myself go, but as I watched Ellon smile down at my broken hero, I knew I had to do something. I was not going to stand around and watch Kristofer die.

  I felt it start in my fingertips and toes, that tingling sensation that spoke of the power I would soon have. My fangs lengthened, and my nails grew into sharp little claws. The power and strength that radiated through me was as tangible as anything I had ever touched. I had always hidden my vampire self, too afraid of what I might do, who I might hurt if I let it forth. I realized maybe it wasn’t something to fear, but something to bring forth, accept. Kristofer held me back when I had felt it surface just yesterday. He gave me inner strength and now I would give him my strength so we could defeat Ellon.

  I stared at Ellon, the vampire, the monster and murderer with such hatred I felt my whole body heat with rage. Ellon had drained me to the point of death and then had turned me all those years ago, making me live as a vampire and fearing I would end up like him, a ruthless, emotionless killer. Only when I had fully realized what had transpired had I fled, as far away from civilization, from living, breathing beings that I could possibly hurt. It was bad enough making the trek into town, seeing the fear in their eyes as they stared at me, hearing the harassment from them that my kind
was nothing more than savage animals. The thing was, they were right on all accounts. I knew I was an animal, knew I had the possibility to kill without thought, feeling, or remorse for anything or anyone but myself.

  I sucked in air and watched as Ellon turned around. His smile broadened as his gaze roamed over my body. I fought the need to gag in disgust, reminding myself I had immense power coursing through me. I knew I wasn’t as powerful as him, but I still had an advantage over him. I was smaller and quicker.

  “I knew you would be perfect. Look at you, fearsome yet beautiful.” He took a step toward me. “You will make the perfect companion, the perfect lover.”

  I reached for the poker that lay just inches from my fingertips and held it in front of me. “I would rather die than be with you.” His laugh was cruel. I swallowed roughly the lump in my throat caused by my fear. I doubted the poker would really help me, but I felt stronger holding it nonetheless.

  “How will you stop me? If you run I will just find you again. There is nowhere on this planet that you can hide, Payton. My blood runs through your veins.”

  I glanced down at Kristofer, fearing he was dead. I fought back the tears that threatened to fall. I could not show weakness. “You killed my mother.”

  He shrugged and chuckled. “I did.” He smiled, his tainted fangs sickening me. “I didn’t want any interference. I could not risk anything coming between us.”

  “I don’t understand. Why me?” Maybe it was a dumb question, because really, it didn’t matter what he said, the outcome was still the same. Even knowing this, I still wanted to know.

  “Why not? I saw you and wanted you like I have never wanted anything in my long existence.” He held his hands out to me, as if he truly expected me to rush into his arms.

  “You’re crazy and a murderer.” I gripped the iron poker tighter, the bite of the metal digging into my flesh and reminding me I was really standing in front of him.