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brought back her finger to look at it. There was blood trickling from the tip. She went to take it back into her mouth but Damon was there and took her finger into his mouth to suck it gently. His eyes closed and she watched as his emotion of pure bliss traced across his face.
     
    “You are now one of us my dear.” he smiled at her showing two sharp points where his canines should be. She smiled as she slid against him. “Come, you must drink from me and then we will mate.” His eyes darkened at that sentence and she felt her heart thud against her chest.
     
    “Ok. I am quite thirsty. For more than one thing.” She smirked. “I hope you can help me with that.”
     
    He chuckled as he tackled her to the bed, baring his neck to her. “Oh I definitely can sweetheart. From this day forward you will need only me, and I will need only you.”
     
    “Good because I don’t share.” She said it with a pout and then pulled him down closer to her as she licked his neck.
     
    “Neither do I love.”
     
     
     
     
     

 
     
     



PROWL
    In Need of a Vampire
    By Celia Styles
    "Lady Sybil.  It is time again."
    I opened one eye slowly.  It was hot in the room, a stuffy kind of heat that felt like it was going to choke everything despite the fact that the curtains, light white muslin sheets, were billowing in some imaginary breeze.  I was lying on the chaise lounge, in the far corner, and the sun was on the other side of the house, but the light still made my eyes burn until Nicholas closed the French windows and an artificial twilight settled in the room.
    "Are you sure it's not early, Nicholas?" I asked.  It seemed awfully bright outside.  I threw off the sheet I'd been using as a blanket, smiling coyly at him.  I was naked already, but he hadn't expected that and he gulped as he took off his shirt and knelt on the floor.  "To the contrary, Lady Sybil.  I am afraid I am a bit late."
    Even in this heat, the muscular body of Nicholas Wexler was covered in goose pimples, and I could see the bulge of his cock twitching beneath the tight jeans he wore.  I smiled to myself. He couldn't help it.  Humans rarely could.  All the same, I was feeling rather weak.  I glanced at the clock--he was right.  He had been late.
    I put my hands on his shoulders and began to rub them.  "How should I punish you for being late today?" I asked, whispering in his ear. 
    "L-lady Sybil," he gasped.  "P-please.  I live only to serve you."  The fear in his voice was genuine.  Traditional punishments for dysfunctional thralls included cutting off an "unnecessary" finger, putting out an eye, bleeding them to the brink of death.  I'd never done any of those to Nicholas, of course--I prefer my blood servants intact--but he had been whipped before, and severely, too, and as I traced the scars on his back with a finger his skin broke out in a cold sweat.  l slipped my hand between his collar and his neck, and he gulped, but didn't move.  I smiled approvingly.
    I pulled his head to one side and sank my fangs into his jugular, mouthing the wound to get every last drop of that precious blood, enjoying the salty-musky flavor of his skin.  In that moment, I could feel his pain and fear, taste his relief, and see the stars he saw.  We were connected in that moment--I knew him and he knew me, and even as I finished my meal, I could sense the renewed purpose in him and he folded downwards, touching his head to the floor.  "Command me, Lady Sybil," he murmured.
    I stood up, feeling stronger by the minute.  "Please me," I said, spreading my legs just far apart enough to admit his tongue.  "Please me, and I might not whip you for your transgression."
    He began licking his way up my legs.  I watched him, feeling myself go soft and wet as he worked his way up.  As he lapped his way closer and closer, the little electric tingles from his tongue began to work their magic on my knees, and I felt myself sway as his lips touched mine.  He eased