A vampire's Choice
Chapter 27

As soon as her orgasm dissipated, a new heat emerged, a different kind. The need to have him inside of her crashed over her, overriding all other senses. It was like she was starving, and he was the food.

"More."

The only word she could think of, but it was enough. Roger moved to his knees, pulling her body towards him. The show of power turned her on, and Lisa loved it. Without a second thought, Roger thrusted forward, sinking deep into her tight hole. The need to claim her overrode his sense for a second, making him forget that she was a virgin and he needed to go slower. But the fingers dragging down his back told him otherwise as he pulled back, plunging in again, harder and faster.

Lisa felt full each time he entered her, more every time. He was big, but she wasn't afraid. The pain had only lasted a second before pleasure grasped at her. After the initial thrust, Roger's movements had slowed, making her claw at him to continue, and so he did. With each push, the pressure built, but it was not enough. She craved more and would get it. With strength unknown to her, Lisa pushed at his chest, suddenly flipping him onto his back. Shock and surprise made Roger stop for a second, but she would have none of it. Pushing down on her hips, Lisa took all of him in, the new position making him go deeper. Without missing a beat, her hips moved forward and backward, going faster each time.

The pleasure became too much as Roger's eyes rolled to the back of his head. When she had pushed him onto his back, Lisa had shaken him. The strength to do that only came from the supernatural, but she was not one. He wanted to ask her, but as soon as her hips moved, the thought disappeared. His balls tightened with the pleasure building, and he was close to coming, but she was not, so he had to delay himself. Opening his eyes, he fell in love all over. The blond hair usually tied back was flowing freely around, the tips brushing her nipples every time she moved. Her head was thrown back, her mouth hanging open, a trail of moans sounding from her. The view of her pushed him over.

"I am coming,” Roger groaned.

Lisa's knees on either side of his hips suddenly tightened, holding him in place. The hands on his legs moved to his chest when she leaned forward, never stopping her motion. The mouth open in moans spoke. “Not yet.” And the eyes closed suddenly shot open, looking down at him. But it wasn't her eyes, as the color had changed. The usual light blue and sparkling green became replaced by a dark blue hue. It shone from her eyes as she gazed upon Roger, never stopping with her movement. As he watched, confused, Lisa dug her fingers into his chest, riding him harder. The need to explode remained, but instead, he remained on the verge, never coming.

Suddenly, the light from her eyes traveled down her body, making her skin shine bright. Reaching out, Roger trailed his fingers down her stomach, confused by what was happening. The contact he made with the light reignited the hunger within him, giving him strength far more significant than he has known. Using it to his advantage, Roger grasped her hips, pulling himself out of her. Lisa let out a moan before letting out a soft cry as Roger twisted their bodies and pushing her into the mattress. The move made her end up on her stomach, face down, while Roger stood behind her. Grasping her hips, he pulled her towards him, making her support herself on her knees.

With a hard slap on her ass, Roger thrust into her once more, harder than before. The act of strength over her thrilled her as she let out a groan while pushing back as he pushed forward. The pleasure started anew, and all she could do was use the pillow to muffle her voice while Roger took control.

The blue spark from before crossed his gaze, making him crazed and needing more. Reaching towards her, Roger wrapped her hair in his wrist, pulling her straight. Lisa all but followed his instructions, moving her hips faster, feeling the pressure building again. Peeking over her shoulder, Roger watched as her breasts bounced up and down with each thrust, loving the view. Then, reaching out, he wrapped a greedy hand over one, rolling her nipple in his finger. The sensations became too much for Lisa, as she also reached up to stop his hand, but he flipped the cards, taking her hand to replace his, watching as she played with her breast.

"You are mine."

His rough voice graced her ears, pushing her further. "Yes," she replied, dropping her head on his shoulder. The move bared her sweet neck to Roger as hunger clawed at him. Sharp fangs lowered into place, and Roger kissed her neck, lapping at her sweat-drenched skin.

Turning her head slightly made the view of his fangs visible, and in all the haze, she knew what he needed and would gladly give him. "Bite me."

Pain pierced her neck for a second before an orgasm crashed into Lisa. It started at her core, slowly radiating to every inch of her body. Her cry of pleasure heightened her voice until reaching a silent pitch, shattering the windows.

With her blood in his mouth and dick about to explode, the glass shattering ignored. As her orgasm ripped her apart, her tight channel grew even tighter, demanding his seed, so he gave in. With a bellowing roar, Roger exploded, a tremendous orgasm ever pulsating inside him.

"Fuck,” he screamed. The power from before evaporated, leaving him weak. As his pleasure slowly disappeared, Roger fell to the side, pulling Lisa with him. Landing on his back, Lisa lay on top of him, their breath unified.

Trying to catch her breath, Lisa was too exhausted to speak, enjoying the aftermath. Had she known what sex would be like, she would have done it ages ago. But something told her it was only because of Roger.

A cool breeze pushed past the curtains, caressing their heated bodies when a sudden yell brought them back to the real world.

"What the hell happened?” A man's voice sounded from outside.

"Pull the blanket over yourself," Roger demanded as he jumped up, grabbing his pants, and yanked them on. The running footsteps he had heard became louder and stopped outside his door just as it flew open. Mark and Roland burst inside, seeing them making Lisa scream out before she recognized them, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

"Are you okay? We heard..." Roland faltered as he took in the scene before him. A shirtless Roger covered a blanket clad Lisa with his body, the look of death on his face.

"I am sorry." Mark apologized from behind the Alpha. “We did not know."

"Get out," Roger demanded, stalking forward.

The sight of an angry vampire rushing at them prompted their movement, backing out before Roger slammed the door in their faces.

"What happened?" Lisa murmured confusedly.

Swerving around, Roger looked upon his mate as she gazed at him innocently.

"You will tell me what the fuck you are," Roger demanded.

The anger in his face scared Lisa, the way he was stalking around the bed, dark eyes glued to her. But then, just like men, he had to go and ruin a perfect time with his tantrums. "I do not understand. What are you talking about?"

"This." Grasping the curtain, Roger pulled it aside, revealing the clear blue sky unobstructed by a window she would have expected.

Confusion littered her face as she tried to replay when the glass shattered, but no recollection came to her, only the moments of pure bliss they had shared until now. "Look, I have no idea what happened." Grasping the bed cover and pulling it tight over her exposed body, Lisa rose from the bed, making her way to the window while keeping her eyes glued to Roger. Stopping a few feet from him and scanning the ground for shimmering pieces, the floor seemed clear of harm; she moved closer. The refreshing breath of fresh air teased her already sensitive body, the sensation making her eyes closed as the cold air swept over her heated form.

Roger fought hard to control his urges as he watched his mate relish such a mundane act. Lust exploded in his nether regions while watching the invisible wind caress the pink and flustered skin: for only mere minutes ago, he was the one to lap her up.

Whispers of voices drew back to reality as Lisa opened her eyes again and clashed with the darkened gaze of her vampire. Her vampire. Those words sounded strange in her head, but after the morning they just had, it felt like coming home. The intense glare of his darkened gaze should frighten her, but the effects were different. Heat pooled between her legs, and she watched as he realized the actions of her body. The curtain pulled taught as Roger's fist bunched the material, all while looking at her, his eyes slowly traveling up and down. His attention heightened her lust as it made her nipples turn to stone. The soft material brushed over the sensitive peaks, allowing an unexpected moan to escape.

"This is what I mean.” His deep voice boomed loud, but with the open window, the sound traveled out, scaring the spectators away, leaving them in silence again.

Lisa stepped back as all her arousal fled, his sudden anger scaring her. Finally, looking at the damage she allegedly caused, more questions arose. This whole situation is frustrating. Ever since the first night they met, her life has been thrown upside down. The dream she has worked for so long ripped from her as fast as she had accomplished it. Sam, her best friend, and sister, dead just as quickly. The world she once knew changed, just like her. The only neutral object was him. Roger, a vampire. One she felt immensely attracted to, even loved, but was now accusing her of being something other than a human, with only proof of a broken window. "Listen, I do not know how the window was broken, but it was not me." Stepping further away as she tightened the cover under her arms, Lisa stole a glance behind her at the door before looking at the angered beast before her. "I think I should go. A lot has happened already today, and I think it best to be alone right now."

Without another word or her disposed clothes, Lisa fled the room, letting the door slam behind her. Already tense, the sound made her jump a little, but she focused ahead, following the path back to the safety of her room.

With the door closed and locked, she leaned against the cool wood with her back, one hand holding the material tight against her body while the other covered her eyes. While replaying their fantastic moment together, she tried to pick out the moment it all went to shit, but it was still perfect. Sure, for a second, she lost control and took over, but it was the confidence he had given her, the words he had uttered.

Letting out a frustrating groin, Lisa shed the material, making sure one more time the door was locked, before taking another shower, this one short and hot. Then, standing before the fogged-up mirror, her usual reflection blurred, she leaned over to wipe at it, freezing at the stranger starring back. Considering the physical activity she had just done, Lisa expected her hair to be a nest, unruly and poking everywhere, but it was not. Instead, luscious blond soft curls framed her damp face, half hanging over her shoulders as the rest lay against her back. The squirrel cheeks, as she used to call them, were gone, replaced by high cheekbones.

Blinking a couple of times and wiping at her face, she was in disbelieve. The only faint trace of familiarity seemed to be her eyes. The two-colored gaze was the same, but also not. Instead, their intensity had grown; the usual dull green and blue seemed brighter, glowing even. In any other circumstance, the reason would have been the excitement she just had, but with all the other slight changes to her appearance, Roger's words echoed in the bathroom.

What are you?

He had seemed crazy to ask her, but now, looking at herself, she imagined what if he was correct? Maybe she was special, but then again, being alive for nearly 30 years with nothing like this happening, it was probably just her mind playing tricks on her. Pushing her concerns and overactive imagination to the back of her mind, Lisa got dressed. With so few clothes here, she rewore previous ones, glad to whoever had washed, dried, and packed it nicely back into the closet. While observing herself, a deep rumble sounded from her stomach, making her realize she was hungry and had not eaten since the morning before.

As if on cue, the delicious scent of bacon tickled her nose, making the rumbling louder. Closing the door behind her, Lisa made her way to the kitchen, taking extra care not to walk past his room, even if she had to take a longer route. The chatter and laughter invaded her senses even before getting to the dining room, giving her the courage to enter, for the whole house most likely heard her screams. At the moment, she had not thought about the heightened senses of the people in the place, only the pleasure, but standing outside the door now, shame claimed her as she felt the heat traveling to her cheeks, most likely making her pink as a tomato. Before she could turn and run, someone behind her stopped the plan.

"You not hungry?" Roland asked, making Lisa turn around fast.

"Not so much. I was thinking of just going for a walk.” At that precise moment, her stomach rumbled again, and she silently cursed her body.

Roland chuckled while stepping forward, grasping the door handle. "If you say so, but you don't want to miss today's meal. Tonight is the full moon, and to get the strength needed, we devour plenty of food." flashing his perfect teeth with a smile, he pushed open the door, waiting for her to enter.

Counting to three in her head while taking deep, calming breaths, Lisa plastered a wake smile on her face and entered. The looks and whispers she expected were non-existent as some familiar faces just send a smile or a nod in her direction before continuing on their feast. The room was smaller since more people crammed the area with extra tables and chairs. Making her way around, Lisa spotted an empty chair next to Vanessa, and with reluctance, grabbed it. Sitting down, the feast caught her eyes. Yesterday, the table had been adorned with breakfast foods, from eggs and bacon to pastries and cereals. Today, however, was different. The same selection was available but with a lot of extras. Half-eaten roasted chickens, whole sliced hams, a tower of sandwiches, and a few cakes were thrown about completed the magnificent feast. The smell was indescribable, with scents of bacon and sugar, lemon and thyme, all attacking her at once. Lisa's mouth watered while inspecting the choices, not knowing where to dig in first.

"If you love meat, I would highly recommend the chicken. It is juicy and crispy at the same time. Mama June really outdid herself today,” Vanessa suggested.

Giving a genuine smile as a thank you to Vanessa for the help, Lisa agreed, reaching past the sweets her eyes were glued to and grabbed a leg, narrowly beating out one of the teenagers for the prize. Then, with a victory's laugh, she bit into the tender meat, the juice dripping at the side of her mouth. A few people around the table saw the interaction and laughed with Lisa as the boy slumped back into his seat, arms crossed over his chest while pouting.

"Maybe next time, kid." Lisa joked, enjoying the family vibe. The meals they had at this table had been great, but today seemed different. It must be the full moon tonight, but how is that different from any other night?

The kid's loss lasted a minute, for Mark brought a new chicken, fresh from the oven. Giving Lisa a sneaky side glance, the boy perked up, straightening in his seat, leaning closer to the table, arms resting on top. Catching his intention, she placed the half-eaten leg on her plate, straightening as well while giving the boy a smirk. The now empty plate where the chicken was being removed, making space for the new one. Mark slowly moved around the table, seeking a place to put it down. "Over here, Mark" Lisa waved at the open spot.

"Thank you.” Reaching over to set the chicken down, Lisa glanced towards the boy who was also looking at her, a look of determination on him. The second Mark let go of the plate, the boys sprung into action, quickly snatching one of the legs and hungrily biting into it.

Lisa let out a laugh, joined in by half of the table as she watched the boy devour his victory prize. She had no intention of grabbing the leg but enjoyed teasing him. Picking up her piece, she finished it in seconds. With the boned cleaned, and another glance around, Lisa spotted a frittata: one of her favorite dishes to eat and make. Spooning a generous portion onto her plate and digging in, Lisa let out a moan as the flavors exploded. Never has she tasted food this good. The seasoning was perfect, and she could also pick up exactly every herb inside.

"This is amazing," Lisa announced, reaching for another piece.

"Tell me about it. Too bad it is only once a month." Vanessa grabbed a chocolate croissant, devouring more than half in one bite. "These are my favorite."

"But why is that?” Slowing down her eating to savor each bite, Lisa focused on Vanessa.

Finishing to chew the last half of the croissant, Vanessa turned her chair slightly to face Lisa while also keeping an eye on the empty plate of pastries, waiting for the refill. "On a full moon, werewolves change or more like forced to change. We do not know why this happens, only that it does."

"That sounded horrible."

"In the beginning, I thought so too, but it is amazing. It is the only night the whole pack runs together, and with the moon's shine, it makes us feel more alive, heightening our senses." Vanessa glowed as she spoke, her smile growing more prominent as she explained their ways.

"I mean, that does not sound bad, but what about the ones that do not know who they are?" The conversation she had with Ruby yesterday jumped to mind, and how she learned what she was, making Lisa wonder if maybe she was also different, also a werewolf or something. "How do you know if you are a werewolf?"

"Why," Vanessa joked. “You think you might be one."

The question was intended as a joke, but it made Lisa as white as a ghost. "No.” Her voice faltered as she tried to convince Vanessa, but deep down, it was too herself. "Just wanting to learn more about your people."

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