Daylight by Verbayne +Demonata-Freak (ebook reader with highlighter TXT) 📖

"What," he swallowed when I opened his clenched fist with ease, "what do you want?"

I snapped his pinky back so that it lay parallel to the back of his hand. He shrieked. Saoirse came up to grab me. I pushed her away, leaning over the panting man. I ran my fingers though his sweaty hair like I would if I were going to kiss him.

His throat convulsed, jaw moving. I covered his mouth as his lips formed an O shape. Hot liquid ran against my palm. He had tried to spit at me. Digging my nails into his face I leaned closer to him so that when I exhaled I could feel my own breath wash back against my skin.

I whispered to him. "What do I want?" My left hand found his again, twisting the finger I had broken. He screamed against my hand. "To play with you."

I continue to watch as Clair twisted Red’s broken finger. It was defiantly a technique worth giving a go, but she won’t break him. Inexperienced he might be, but he was strong willed and had no intention of reviling the hole the Hunters where hiding in. The man’s screams echo through the room, I am covered in blood and hungry for the thing ironically covering me. Slipping into the bathroom, I take a long shower and get changed into a tank top and shorts. Just feel like flaunting it today. “I’m going out to Hunt,” I tell Clair as I walk past her. She barely gives me a second glance, eyes fixed onto Red. His veins are bulging from his neck and he is trying to squirm free. I shake my head lightly and open the door, torture, messy business. Something whacks my ankle, being distracted; I awkwardly fall on my face. “Oh shit, Saorise, are you OK?” I look up and see Dustin hovering over me; his wheel chair must have hit me.

“Fine,” I groan as he grabs my arm and helps me to my feet. I glance down at my leg, that has started to pulse slightly due to the large gash sliced up it.

“Aw fuck, that looks soar,” he brushes his fingers around it. “C’mon, we should clean that up,” he twists his wheel chair around and starts rolling towards his flat.

“No, really, it’s fine, I can’t even feel it!” I protest, walking along side him.

“Then you might have sliced a nerve!” He wails dramatically. He unlocks his door and pushes it open. “Well, you’re here now, so you might as well come in,” he grins.

I steal his glasses and put them on. “Since you asked so nicely.” I pretend to limp slightly as I walk into his flat.

Closing the door behind himself, he gestures to the living room. “Sit, I’ll find something for your leg.” He wheels into the kitchen.

I flop down onto the sofa and glance over my leg, the skin is already starting to weave back together. If he comes back and it’s all healed, I’m gonna have some major explaining to do! As he starts to come back in, I scratch at my leg with my nails, opening some more cuts to make it look like nothing has changed. He wheels beside the sofa and grabs my leg.

“They’re really is no more gentlemen left in this world, is there?” I laugh as he puts a cool pack onto my leg.

He looks up at me confused, “what? You mean grabbing your leg isn’t being a gentleman?” I laugh as he over dramatically wraps a bandage around my leg to try and stop the blood flow, although, it’s probably already starting to heal now.

“Can you even see without these?” I ask, pushing the glasses up and down from my ear. He gently puts my leg down and pulls himself out of the wheel chair and into the seat beside it.

“Yeah, I normally only wear them when I read.” He answers as he massages his thighs, wincing slightly. I glance at his knees, how his jeans have been tucked in under them, no longer any need for them to be longer. To be in such a horrible position and yet be such a happy person, it confused me, but I respected him more for it.

“You’re always wearing them,”

“I always read,” he quips, looking up at me challengingly.

I raise my eyebrows at him. “Fair enough, grumpy,”

He shrugs and we sit in silence for a few moments. Before I announce I should be going, he speaks up. “Who was that girl you were with yesterday?”

I pull my lips in, not expecting such a question. I put some hair behind me ear. “Just a friend, she can’t handle her drink very well!”

He laughs, “I guessed that, Saorise. She did make out with you, twice!”

I scoff loudly. “What about you?! You got a face full of boob! I wasn’t the only one assaulted!”

He flicks his shirt. “Well, look at me, I’m gorgeous.” He makes an overly dramatic disgusted face and looks me up and down. “But you...”

I laugh, “you were the one trying to kiss me last night!” I grin, folding my arms behind my head and leaning backwards.

He shakes his head. “Nope! You made the first move, I just followed you’re lead,”

I sit forward and stare at him with disbelief. “Oh, no no no, you can’t pin it on me! You were the one who was coming in for it!”

“You wish! I was just... leaning to pull something out of your hair.” He smirks causally.

“What?”

He looks at me. “Huh?”

“What were you going to pull out of my hair?”

He opens his mouth and cuts his eyes. “You’re...hair?” We both laugh.Dustin, nerves clearly spread across his face, looks up at me. "So...if I had kissed you yesterday, not that I was going to, what would you have done?"

I stare surprised he asked, not sure how to reply. Fidgets and then is like to hell with it. "Why don't you try it and find out?"Dustin looks down at his legs awkwardly and turns silent. I sit for a moment but when it’s clear that he is just going to stay silent. “Guess that settles that, then,” I sigh and get up to leave but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back.

I lose my balance (almost deliberately) and fall onto his lap. He brushes some of my hair from my face. “You didn’t think I’d let you walk out of here without taking you up on that offer, did you?”

I blush and look away, but he gently pulls my face to his, smirks and presses his lips to mine.

I sit shocked for a moment, not sure how to react, but when his tongue gently pries my mouth open, I snap back into reality. One of his hands rests on my thigh but the other brushes up and down my thigh. I grab fist fills of his hair, breathing in sharply through my nose, I kiss him more aggressively. “I can’t,” he mumbles into my mouth, gently pushing me back by my fore arms. “I can’t,” he repeats. “You’re my friend,” he licks his lips and looks away from me.

“Friend? Is that all you ever wanted us to be?” I whisper, putting my face in front of his, even when he moves it. “Is it because this is wrong? And bad? And you know we shouldn’t?” I purr, leaning desperately close to him. He caves in with a small whimper and crushes his lips to mine, aggressively and filled with lust. He pulls my top of over my head, breaking the kiss for a second then going straight back into it. Feeling something dig into my thigh, I grin against his mouth and place my hands on his belt. Dustin breaks away from me for a second and yanks his t-shirt off. I raise my eyebrows to his quite muscular body. “Someone’s been working out!”

“Only for you,” he smirks, grabbing the back of my neck and dragging me back to his hungry lips. Awkwardly, I unbutton my shorts and slide them off my leg, grinning like an idiot as I flick them off my foot. Dustin smiles sweetly, before he stares at my breasts, gulping he picks at the bra’s hook, revealing my boobs for show.

He leans towards them but I catch his chin before he touches them, “not yet,” I purr, connecting my lips to his neck. Lightly nipping at the soft, delicate skin, I venture down his chest, listening to his increasing heart beat. Once at the tip of his belt, I unbutton his jeans and sit up straight, hooking my finger tips deep into the sides of his jeans and boxers, I pull them down. His erection springs out, Dustin blushes slightly but I take his hands and guide them to the sides of my underwear. He pulls at the elastic slightly but rolls them down my leg; my pants slide of down my leg. Leaving me butt naked in front of him, his breath becomes jagged as his lustful eyes consume my body.Hair falling into my face, I lean in and kiss him while rising my body over his manhood and slowly sitting down, gently but surely pushing him inside me. His head struggles a bit but slides in, forcing my walls apart for the rest of his member to enter me. I bit his lip as I take every inch of him inside me; placing my hands on his shoulders I rock my hips lightly, and rest my chin on his head. He runs his hands all over my back, causing chills to run down my spine, and gasps of pleasure to escape my mouth. Having Dustin inside me feels so right, it sends throbs of pleasure coursing through me and I almost yelp when he bites down on one of my nipples. The seat slides back and forth slightly at our constant movements, my hips rock faster against him, our gasps of pleasure transforming into loud groans. I wrap my arms around his neck and roughly kiss him, more desperate and animalistic. Pleasure consumes my body and I dig my nails into his soft back as I feel myself realize, but Dustin continues to rock my hips against him, but not long after me he growls into my mouth, and I feel his load explode inside of me. I gasp for rough breath as I part my lips from his and snuggle my head into his shoulder, sleep controlling me and sending me into the world of dreams...

Sighing, my eyes peel open to the smell of blood, CLOSE blood. My vision comes accustom to my surroundings, I look down and see a blanket wrapped around me as I sit curled up in someone’s lap. This must be the close blood! My stomach gurgles with hunger and excitement. Without even realizing I’m doing it, my fangs pierce through my gums and into the soft flesh of my victim, blood gushing into my mouth instantly. They jolt awake from the pain and yelp. I ignore them and continue to suck more of the liquid out of their body. “Saorise, what are you doing?!” They cry, but my body over powers their struggle to break free. I growl as more of their essential fluid leaves their body and into mine. “Saorise, please...” they whisper,