Page 110 of Only Fangs

Brody

Iwant to give her my neck. I want to feel her as she drinks from me.

“Not yet,” she whispers. “One day, but not yet.”

I lean back a little to look at her. I would do anything for this woman, abandon myself to her care and let her have me in every way possible. “I’ll be waiting,” I tell her.

She kisses my lips and takes my hand, guiding it between her legs. “Do you know why I’m so wet?” she asks.

I shake my head as she presses against my fingers.

“I’m imagining you bending me over the bed.” My index finger slides inside her and she gasps. “I believe you said you wanted to hitch up this t-shirt and…” she trails off as I add my middle finger.

“Tell me,” I say softly. “Tell me how you want me to fuck you.”

“I want you to hold my hips and enter me. Slowly. Inch by inch, pulling me back onto you.” She moves against my fingers as she talks. “And then I want you to pull out, not all the way, but almost. And then thrust into me. And again. And again. Speeding up a little each time. Getting faster and faster. Harder and harder.”

I do what I’m told. Taking my lead from her. Feeling like I’m going to burst at any moment as she moans and tangles her hands in my sheets.

We doze for a while, but I can feel her shifting a little, like she’s awake and can’t get comfy but doesn’t want to disturb me. I crack an eye open and look at her. She’s so beautiful for a moment I can’t think of anything to say.

“What are you thinking?” I ask her eventually, then immediately want to stick pins in my eyes as it’s such a lame question.

She laugh softly. “I was thinking about Only Fangs.”

“Oh.” Well, that’s my romantic notions shattered. Although I guess if you ask stupid questions you shouldn’t expect the answer to be a declaration of love.

“Tell me how it’ll work, the UX and everything.” She wraps the blanket around herself a little more and turns to face me.

“Are you cold?” I ask her.

“I don’t mind the cold,” she says and I feel like a fool, but she carries on talking, “but I still like to be cozy. Now, tell me about Only Fangs,” she demands.

My breath catches in the back of my throat. Damn, she looks hot when she’s waiting for me to clarify something. I feel like pushing my glasses up my nose like I’m a professor. “So I’ve been planning a questionnaire for at the start. Are you a vampire or a normie? Are you looking for love or looking for a good time? If you’re a vampire it’ll ask if you want to match with other vampires only or if you’re open to someone a little….” I trail off, not quite sure of the right word.

“Someone a little warmer?” She offers up and bites her bottom lip.

I want to take her right now but instead I blush. “Is it…” I want to ask if it really does feel different.

She doesn’t reply, just bites her lip harder. “Continue.”

It takes all my resolve to carry on talking about work stuff when she’s looking at me like that. “And then the app will only show you people who you could match to. So I’d say I’m human, looking for love, open to vampires. And you’d say you’re vampire, looking for love?” There’s the tiniest hint of a question there. I know she’s already said it but I still don’t quite believe her. But she nods and in my head I punch the air like an excited kid. “Open to normies.”

“So the app matches us?”

“Based on other criteria too obviously. Like where we live and what we like to do in our spare time. And if you’re a vampire you can specify some other things. Or filter your results in certain ways. Like for age or whatever.”

“And can normies match with other normies?”

“No. That would be insane. It’s called Only Fangs. At least one party has to have fangs.”

“We could expand it to other species,” she says, looking inspired.

“Yes. If they have fangs.”

“Hmmm. Technically only vampires have fangs.” She sounds disappointed.

“Well. We could make other apps. We could do Lycan Love.”