Bitten (Chapter 4)

PART 4

Paragraph 1: Nikolai’s POV (some sex)

Paragraph 2: Eva’s POV (sex)

Paragraph 3: (some sex)

POV: Nikolai

Johannes stands above me, eyes leering over Eva’s barely covered body next to me in the bed. I sit up and block his view to her with my body protectively. From the light coming into the window it feels about six in the morning. It’s warm and my body still feels loose and relaxed from the night before with Eva.

“What do you want?” I ask him. I lock the doors but he finds a way in sometimes. He turns to me like we’re having a conversation over coffee.

“You owe me for the Russian girl you left on my living room floor.”

I feel Eva stir next to me and I move my finger to my lips to tell him to be quiet. I slide my underpants on and lead him out of the room and into the hallway.

“I thought you knew well enough to clean up after yourself after I’ve done you a favour.” It’s dark but I can see his eyes lit with a manipulative excitement.

I rub my eyes and sigh. “Carry on,” I tell him.

“You’re coming to a party I’m throwing.”

“It’s not like you to throw a party,” I say dryly.

He exhales a small laughter and continues. “As a favour to me you can invite the young woman in your bed. I’m assuming she’s the one you’ve been seeing so often.”

He says it almost curtly, as though he’s my father and I’ve pushed him towards disappointment.

“How is that a favour to you, Johannes?” I ask.

His face changes and he smiles. “Because I know you’re a generous person. She smells very nice.” He glances over my shoulder and into the bedroom behind me. He wants her blood.

“No,” I say angrily enough for him to raise his eyebrows.

“That fond of her?” He asks. “Fair enough. Make sure she brings a plus-one, then – otherwise there won’t be enough to go around.” He says it as though it’s a threat. He slaps my shoulder and turns to walk down the hallway. He disappears into the dark and I hear the front door close behind him quickly.

I’m faced with Eva’s huge round eyes looking up at me when I walk back into the bedroom. She’s sat up in my bed and the light coming through the curtains gives her a warm sleepy glow. She shakes her head and her messy curls fall around her face and down over her breasts. I see her nipples peeking through, small and pink.

“Who were you talking to?” She asks sleepily.

“Nobody,” I tell her, sliding next to her into the bed.

“I heard you,” she protests softly.

I pull her onto my lap so she straddles me and start to rock her back and forth against me. She feels swollen against the underside of my hardening cock, and I know she’ll still be sensitive from just a few hours before. She moans and forgets about what she was saying.

I reach down and position myself in front of her entrance so that I slide inside when she rocks back again.

“Have a few orgasms before you go to work, my love,” I tell her. She begins to ride me, her wetness gliding back and forth over my shaft, her perky breasts bouncing just above me, effectively distracted.

POV: Eva

We sit silently in the car, all three of us. The country lanes are dark and I feel too tired from my shift at work to be in a party spirit. My cousin Beth jumped at the chance to come when Nikolai mentioned it to her, and my frail complaints about the situation could do nothing to sway them both from the idea. I sit in a huff: legs crossed, stare fixed out of the window, ignoring Nikolai when he reaches over and strokes my thigh for a few seconds.

We pull onto a long drive and a large converted barn comes into view. Beth almost squeals. She sits in the back, clapping her hands, looking pretty in her black, plunging jumpsuit and red heels.

When we get out of the car Nikolai jogs to walk next to me, leaving Beth behind to admire the house.

“What’s the matter, little lady?” He asks me in a soft purr.

I keep my gaze to the ground, watching my step in my heels as we step onto the porch. “I’m tired,” I tell him flatly.

“And still you look so awfully pretty,” he whispers, stroking the velvet of my dress just at the small of my back.

The door opens, despite nobody being there to answer it, and the noise of music and laughter and conversation spills out. We’re welcomed inside, all three of us, by a wave of people. The open plan ground floor is packed with people and every step towards the host brings a new face and a new introduction.