Bitten

He had my arms pinned above my head with one hand. I struggled against his hold but to no avail. Not seeming to notice my endeavors, he kissed along my jaw and to my neck.

I shivered. "P-please, Alistair. St-stop," I begged. Trepidation ran through my body. My heart pounded against my ribcage, and I fought to keep my breathing steady as he teased my neck with his mouth.

"Do you have any idea how tempting you are when you beg?" His tongue darted out and licked my jugular. Against my will, a quiet moan escaped from my mouth. "With your pulse racing through your veins and your heart beating rapidly in your chest, you're practically asking to be bitten."

My heart skipped a beat and then pounded twice as quickly as before. I couldn't help but tremble at his words. "Please don't, Alistair. You already fed from me tonight. I-" His sharp fangs scraped against my neck, halting my words. Unconditional fear took hold of my body, and I became utterly still and silent.

"Tsk tsk, Charlotte. Don't you know a vampire's thirst is insatiable?" His mouth left my neck and slowly made way to my ear. "I will take your blood if I wish to. You have absolutely no say in the matter." I cringed at the harshness of his tone. He took my right earlobe into his mouth, toying with it using his tongue. I nearly moaned at the sensation. My eyes glazed over as Alistair continued his assault.

Before I could lose myself further in his teasing, he bit down roughly on my earlobe. I cried out in pain as one of his incisors punctured my skin. I fought against his hold again. The earlier pleasure only enhanced the pain. I bit my bottom lip to keep from crying out again. Punishment. That's what this was. Punishment for telling him 'no'. He sucked the wound until the blood clotted. The bleeding may have stopped, but the remaining throb reminded me of what would happen if I defied him again.

"You will not argue, and you will not complain," Alistair hissed into my ear. He pulled back slightly to see if I understood.

Without responding, I averted my gaze to king sized bed in the middle of the room. I felt his stare on my face, but I refused to meet it. I knew that if I so much as glanced at his eyes, he would compel me.

Alistair's free hand reached out and grabbed my chin. He forcibly turned my head in his direction. Our faces were a mere inch apart, but I stared at his muscular arm. His defined chest. Anywhere but his eyes.

"Look at me," he growled. My eyes immediately snapped up to his. They were a deep red, displaying his anger and blood lust. My breath quickened, and my body began to quake again. Despite my fear, I couldn't help but feel captivated by his eyes. They held a dangerous yet hypnotizing quality. "You will not defy me. You will let me drink your blood, and you will like it. Say it!" he commanded.

In an almost trance-like manner, I obeyed. "I will not defy you. You will drink my blood, and I-" I swallowed dryly. "I will like it," I hesitantly murmured the words.

An evil smirk appeared on Alistair's face. "Good girl." He tilted my head, and this time, I didn't fight him. Defeated, I leaned back against the wall as he inhaled my scent. I took a deep breath, mentally preparing for what was about to occur.

Alistair licked the two punctures on my neck, wounds from when he bit me earlier that night. Without warning, he sunk his fangs into my flesh. He groaned and released my arms. He snaked his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to him and held my neck in a strong grip with his other.

Agonizing pain shot through my body. My muscles tensed. It felt as if he were injecting fire into my veins with his teeth. I opened my mouth to scream, but no sounds came out. Instead, I wrapped my arms around his torso and dug my fingers into his back. This only caused him to groan and draw out more blood.

My body started to adjust to the pain. Pain began to mix with pleasure until I couldn't distinguish between the two. He bit down harder, enticing a moan from my mouth. I arched against his body, wanting him to do it again. Seeming to read my mind, he dug his fangs deeper into my jugular. My vision became fuzzy, and incoherent noises left my lips.

We remained like that for a few moments. But blood loss left me light-headed, and my knees gave out. Reluctantly, Alistair withdrew his fangs. He licked the wounds clean, then picked me up and carried me to the bed.

"Comply to my wishes. Obey me, and I'll make the feedings more pleasurable than painful," he whispered into my ear. I tried to respond, but darkness overcame me, and I blacked out.