"Are you really stealing my underwear?"

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It was so nice to sleep on good quality mattresses. The blankets were new and soft, the pillows still had their fluff. I was curled up against David and Dwayne. Paul was boxing in Laddie with Dwayne, and Marko took Paul's other side. I turn, rolling over to press closer into David's side. I practically tried to dig my way into his side. He wasn't warm, more room temperature with a bit of chill. I've noticed that they tend to run warmer for a few days after feeding, but they are very cold to the touch when they haven't fed in a while.

I startle at the feel of fingers in my hair, before I relax. Being petted was a nice feeling, one I can quickly get used to. David didn't often show affection, at least not like this. Sure he let me ride with him, let me drunkenly sit in his lap, and perhaps gave a light touch here and there. But not really outright caressing and embracing me. It was nice. Melting into his side, I tried to not drool all over him, that wouldn't be attractive at all. I hummed, noting that his chest rumbled and rattled ever so slightly. Was he purring? Oh, that's adorable. Love it.

When I became aware again, I could feel that I had slept hard. Jesus. I got up, feeling disoriented and groggy. I don't like this feeling. I shuffle out and quietly make my way up the stairs, noting that the entrance was open without me having to wake one of the boys to help me. I went to the bathroom before heading to my room, noting the outfit that was laid out. I shake my head, trying not to smile at the idea of one of them-Marko no doubt-coming in to pick out my clothes. At least the room isn't trashed. Dressed in a tight denim skirt, black ankle socks, a black shirt I think is David's with one of Dwayne's red flannels I make my way downstairs.

Laddie is up, watching tv, dressed and already full of energy. There aren't any cartoons on, so the golden girls are playing. Oh nice.

"Hungry buddy?"

He shakes his head, "No, Dwayne made me food."

I ruffle his hair, "Alrighty, just checking." I grab some dry cereal, not in the mood for milk as I plop down next to him on the couch, still very groggy. I eat slowly, mind working itself awake with thoughts of what to do now. I didn't really want to leave, but I should. Or at least try, right? I don't belong here, no matter how well I fit in with them. This isn't my time, or my world, dimension, what-have-ya. I glance at Laddie, knowing what he'd grow up to look like, because of his actor, but not what type of man he'd become. Or vampire, I guess.

My stomach sank lower as I thought of my mom, my mother, the woman who raised me and sacrificed so much for me. I mean, yeah, parents are supposed to sacrifice stuff for their kids, they chose to have a child and raise a literal human being, sacrifices are going to be made. But could I really live with myself if I left her? Alone? What if she had no idea what happened to me, what if I just disappeared and she died never knowing what happened? I wouldn't be there for her when she needed someone.

I rinse the bowl in the sink, setting it to dry with a solemn breath. I hear boots on wood, Paul appearing from the hall, David not far behind him.

"What's the plan for today?" I ask, eager for a distraction.

"Boardwalk," David answers, heading to the door. We all follow him out. I hop on the back of David's bike, sliding my arms around him. It was a shorter drive, but no less fun as we raced along the road.

I walked along the boardwalk with the boys. Laddie had wanted to go to the diner, eager to get a milkshake, and suddenly his appetite was back. He tugged Dwayne along, chatting away as David and Paul followed, Marko and I stuck to the back.

I yelped when Marko snagged my arm, pulling me into a dark alley. He tugged me further into the darkness before spinning me around and pinning me to the stone wall. His mouth was on mine before I could question, lips soft and tongue expertly sliding across my bottom lip.

His hands grasped my sides, sliding down to my hips as he pressed himself flush against me. I grip his jacket, patches stiff and rough against my skin. Marko hums, smirking against my mouth as he pulls away, eyes bright with lust.

"What are you- "I go to ask, pausing to gasp as he dives into my neck, eagerly sucking and nipping my skin. Tingles raced along my body, my nipples growing hard as his chest rubbed against me. I can feel his throbbing member against my stomach. "Marko!"

"Just having some fun," He mutters, taking a deep breath and sighing into my hair. "What? You wanna stop?" His hand travels down, sliding between my thighs and up my skirt. I inhale sharply, gripping his forearm as his fingers run along my damp panties. He chuckles, his other arm wrapping around my waist, pulling me close. "Doesn't seem like you wanna stop."

"People can see!" I hiss, hips pulling away from his hand, but his fingers follow. I don't wanna stop, really, it feels much too good to end it here, but we're in public! People could see! All they have to do is walk down the alley. We may be in the shadows, but the street light hits only a few feet away from us. "People will hear!"

Marko huffs, "Then be quiet."

He hikes up my skirt, bunching it around my hips. He grasps my underwear and pulls them off, sliding the fabric down before I'm forced to kick them off to not trip over them. He smirks up at me, tucking the fabric into his pocket. I stare at him, "Are you really stealing my underwear?"

"What?" He shrugs, no shame at all. He stands, gripping my thighs and tells me to jump. I do, wrapping my legs around his hips. He anchors me against the wall, Dwayne's jacket protecting my skin. I reach down between us, undoing his chaps and jeans, biting my lip as Marko presses one slicked finger into me, then two. It's tight, uncomfortable even, but the soft brushing of his thumb over my clit relaxes me. He squeezes three in, a bit of a hassle, and slowly stretches me out. Pulling them out, he hums, "I like a bit of resistance babe."

"Go...go slow..." I mumble, nervous about having sex with him. This will be the first time in years...It's embarrassing and nerve-racking.

Marko chuckles but doesn't reply as he pushes his pants down just enough to free himself. He's not long or overly large, but he's thick. I grip his shoulders, thighs squeezing his sides. He thrusts up, cock sliding against my wet folds. It feels even bigger that way. He pulls back, and I reach down, angling him against my opening. I keep him steady, wincing when he begins to press in. My body gives and a soft gasp escapes my mouth as it felt open. I dig my nails into his neck and chest, Marko doesn't stop until his pelvis is pressed firmly against me, pubic hairs tickling as he grinds up into me.

"Ah," Marko groans, breath hot against my ear. He pressed our heads together, nuzzling and playfully nipping my jaw. "Perfect," He chuckles as my insides squeeze, tightening around his throbbing member. The echoes of the world beyond the mouth of the alleyway were fading in and out, I could see them all, walking pass with no idea that a vampire was deep inside me right now. I hold onto Marko, one arm around his neck and the other sliding under his jacket to grasp at his back. My hold tightens when I feel him shift, holding my hips as he plants his feet, lifting me up and almost all the way off his cock before dropping me down, pulling me hard onto him.

I can't stop the pitched squeak, making Marko laugh as he continues to manhandle me, using me like some toy. Gone were the notions of my weight ever being an issue as Marko held me up against the wall with one hand as the other hooked itself under my leg and pushed it up, so my thigh rested on his elbow. Soon, the other arm was hooked under my leg. Now, I was held up solely by his arms. The way my ass rested perfectly atop his thighs felt so good, this position forced me down further onto his cock as gravity worked its magic.

"Mar-" I was cut off with a scream as he started rutting up into me, teeth clamping tightly on my shoulder, soft growls rumbling against my skin. I gasped, eyes flickering to the streets, stomach coiling with heat as people passed.

"Fuck," Marko sounded breathless, arching his hips up higher, trying to press further into me. I whimpered as I felt a slight pop inside of me as he pressed up against something. Marko chuckled as I clamped my limbs tight around him, one of his hands coming to slide under my shirt and knead my breast. Pleasure coiled in my stomach, shooting hot tingles all over my body. My toes curled in my boots; my eyes rolled back as I basked in the pure sensations Marko was making me feel.

"Hey man, check that out!" I hear laughter, and look over, blinking the fog from my mind as I see a group of surf nazi's leering with smirks on their face. I gasped, insides squeezing tight around Marko, pushing Marko's face from my neck.

"Marko," I hissed, "Stop! People are staring!"

Marko hums, hips rolling to a slow grind, turning his face towards the mouth of the alley. He smirks, sadistic and manic almost, as he presses our cheeks together, keeping both our faces turned towards them. He bucks his hips, making me moan. I was stuck, unable to look away from the group as they continued to stare. Firm fingers grip my jaw and keep my head still as teeth scrape over my bare neck. I can feel the long protruding fangs.

"Open your eyes," He mutters, I didn't even notice they fluttered shut. "Don't be shy...let them see what they can't have."

"But-" I'm cut off with Marko picking up the pace, and I feel his nails grow longer, pricking my cheeks. His grip on me is tight, painful almost, but the way his member slides in and out, the tip hitting so deep inside of me...

"You're mine!" He growls, movements growing more frantic. I yelp in shock when he brings his free hand down and between us, eagerly seeking my clit. "You belong to us, only us."

"Yes," I whisper, unable to breathe properly. My eyes fluttered open and I caught the eye of one of the surfer dudes. His mouth was hanging open dumbly, more in horror than voyeuristic awe. It was then I figured he'd seen Marko's vampiric face. That alone made my orgasm snap, releasing a damn of overstimulated pleasure through my entire body. My brain shut off, blanking completely as I let myself fall into the depths of Marko. Just Marko.

"Fuck ," He grunts, both hands gripping my hips to pull me as far down as I'll go, getting as deep as he could. Marko nuzzles into my neck, mouth clamping down just before I felt him pulse, almost in time with each hard press of his hips into mine. I scream, short and quick at the quick burst of pain as I feel his teeth sink into me. I waited for the draining of my blood, but it never came. Instead, he just held me there with his hands and teeth, hunching into me with small growls.

I glanced to the streets, seeing the group had left. Good. I relaxed, sinking into Marko as his arms wrapped around me. I winced when his teeth were pulled free, shivering in pleasure as his tongue licks over the bite a few times before he leans back, grinning at me with a stained mouth and bright eyes.

I smirk, confused as I cock a brow. "What?"

With a hum, Marko lifts me up and off of him. I felt empty and cold inside, which was odd because I could feel the warm juices running down my legs as I stood on my own. Marko tucked himself back into his pants, buckling them up before pulling my underwear from his pocket. I jumped as he very methodically cleaned me up with them before tucking them safely back into his pocket.

"Um, hello, I need those." I say, pulling my skirt back down over me. Marko turns from me, ignoring my request for my undies. "Are-are you really stealing my underwear?!" He turns the corner, and I rush after him. "Hey!"

I huff, walking behind Marko to the diner and Paul slides out of the booth they got. Marko gets the window and Paul lets me go in next, leaving me boxed in between them. I cross my arms, still miffed about having to go bare under my skirt.

"What's wrong with you girl?" Paul asks, arm wrapped around the back of our booth. I feel his fingers twirling a lock of my hair.

"Nothing," I quip, face flushing. "Marko is just a thief."

"What else is new?" Dwayne smirks from across from me. Laddie is happily sipping his milkshake as he sits by the wall. David is smirking, a knowing look in his eyes. My face grows even more red as I feel wetness between my legs. If I had underwear, it'd catch everything!

"Can you let me out?"

"Why?" Paul asks, popping a fry in his mouth.

"I need the bathroom."

"Nahh..." I huff, pressing my thighs together as I grow uncomfortable. Paul grins, eyes trailing over me, and I realize why he wouldn't let me out. I glare up at him.

"Fine." I scoot over, sliding myself up onto his lap and over him to the outside. I make sure to grind hard into his lap in retaliation before getting up and going to the bathroom. It was a small one with two stalls and a sink. I see no one else is in here so I grab some paper towels and wet them under the sink.

I gasped when hands pressed me into the sink, a tall body slotting itself close against me. An arm wraps around my shoulders, arching my back and forcing my ass to press into their thighs. I look up to the mirror and don't see anyone but me.

"That wasn't very nice," Paul's mouth is right at my left ear, lips brushing my temple as he leans down over me. "If you wanted to clean up, you could have just asked, I'd be more than happy to help."

My breath catches, "Help?"

He hums, his left hand trailing down to hike up my skirt to give him access. My body jerks as he drags his fingers between my slick folds, my slick and Marko's seed making a mess of his fingers. "Oh baby, Marko left you a mess, didn't he?" I flush, arousal and shame coiling in my chest at Paul's words. "It's okay, Marko's good at making messes," Paul pulls his hand away and turns me around, making me watch as he eagerly sucks his fingers clean.

"I'm pretty good at cleaning them up," My jaw falls open as he falls to his knees, lifting one leg up onto his shoulder. I tense up, knowing what he wanted to do. Placing a kiss on my thigh, he grins up at me, "Just let me work, kay?" I found myself nodding, unable to form words as he dives in, tongue dexterous and warm. I shudder and bite my lip, gripping the sink behind me as Paul sucks on my clit, the tip of his tongue running up and down on the underside of it. My moan, broken and weak, legs shaking as I push my hips further onto his face. Paul groans, hands pulling me close as he continues to nip and suck, keeping his word that he'd clean Marko's mess.

I whine, pushing his face away as an orgasm builds up, much too soon after Marko and I's time in the alley. Paul pulls away, standing up with his mouth shining. I watch as his tongue slides over his lips, seeking the essence coating his face.

"Paul!" I hiss, "We-the bathroom! Someone could come in-" I yelped, trying to stay quiet when Paul jumped me, spinning me around and bending me over the sink. I grab onto the side with my left hand and press my hand flat against the mirror, my face almost hitting the faucet.

"Chill out girl," I freeze when I hear the tinkling of metal, then a zipper. I bite my lip when his hands grip my hips, curling around my hip bones, before he lifts my ass to line up with his crotch. My toes barely scraped the tiled floor as I felt him kick my legs apart.

Paul moans, loud and echoing off the walls, as he sinks his length all the way in. The drag seems to go on forever, before I feel the tip of his cock press hard against the very depths of my insides, the cool skin of his thighs sucking all the warmth from mine. I found it hard to breathe as Paul leaned down, pressing his chest to my back as he brought one hand up to tangle in my hair and pull my head up. I could barely see myself, too blissed out with the sensation of feeling full.

Paul chuckled, deep in his throat, gyrating his hips. I could feel how his member slid and pressed against my walls without actually leaving them, brushing over a bundle of nerves that made my mouth water and eyes roll back, legs shivering as I pressed back into him. I whined as I sought to get him deeper, I didn't care if it hurt, I just knew I needed more.

"You really are a whore," Paul's crude words made me hot, I cried out as he suddenly started fucking me, holding my hips up with one hand, the other still keeping my face exposed. "All it takes is a bit of force, huh? You open right up..." A hard thrust up makes me scream and I bring a hand to my mouth, muffling my noises as Paul laughs. A large hand blurs my vision before I feel my hand being battered away and Paul covering my mouth entirely. I sigh, pressing back into him, wanting more now that my noises will be muffled.

"That's it," Paul moans, free hand curling down to rub over my clit. My leg kicks, shocks of pleasure rushing through me as I experienced a light climax. Paul leans back, letting go of my hip to take hold of an arm, using that and the grip on my face to pull me back into his thrusts. Tears pool in my eyes as Paul gently caresses my jaw while two fingers hook over my teeth before rubbing over my tongue. I whimper, closing my lips around his fingers the best I could, sucking on the two digits as I felt his balls slap wetly against my clit.

"C'mon sweetheart, wanna hear you when you cum on my cock."

God, Paul had a filthy mouth.

"I can feel your cunt tightening," Paul groans, hips grinding hard into my ass, digging my front into the sink painfully. "Fuck! Gunna cum,"

I shivered, "Pleas-" A trail of drool fell from my mouth, and I felt Paul cover my body with his as he leaned over to press his face into my neck. "Paul," I cried weakly, "Please..."

"What sugar?" Paul hummed, the teasing tone vibrating in my ear. "Tell me what you want..." I couldn't get the words out, couldn't make my mouth move anymore as he pumped his length hard into me, my toes curling as my feet hooked around his legs the best they could, scrambling for some sort of purchase. "C'mon, I know you beg better than that..." I huffed, annoyed I needed to articulate when they could literally read minds. I gasped, flinching when I felt Paul fist my hair and tighten his grip on my jaw.

"Don't get an attitude," He states, hips stopping as some sick punishment, denying me any pleasure.

"M'sorry," I reply, backtracking quickly. "Sorry, please, please Paul...I'll be good, promise, please..." I wiggle my hips when he doesn't immediately move, "I'm sorry, I'll be good, Paul....Paul please..." I feel a single tear fall from my eye. I instinctively make myself smaller, arching my back to press my chest into the bowl of the sink.

I shudder when Paul lets my hair go, running soothingly over my back.

"Shh," He purrs, "I know, I know...you'll be a good girl for me, won't ya?" I nod fast, hearing him chuckle before he begins a fast, punishing pace again. My wail is cut off by his hand, fingers curled tight over my throat, blocking any air from escaping. The pain of being choked and the hard rutting cock into my insides sends me over, and my body fully spasms against the sink. Eyes rolled back, I see flashes of color, before I can suddenly breathe again. Paul is still grinding into me, hands firm on my hips as he grunts one last time before stilling. I squeeze his length, feeling the monstrous sizes inside me, and push back into his hips.

I rest against the sink, still breathing heavy as I feel Paul slip from me. I close my eyes, exhaustion fogging my brain. Faintly, I can feel the throbbing of a fresh bite on the back of my shoulder. I never noticed that Paul had bitten me too, but it didn't matter now.

I jerked when a wet paper towel ran over my inner thighs and along my folds.

"I know," Paul soothed, "Just let me...then we'll get you some food and a nice rest before next time."

I blink, "Wha-" I could barely speak, resting my face on my arm.

Paul grins, meeting my eyes as he leans around my bare ass to look at me. "Dwayne and David still need a turn, don't tell me Marko and I made ya forget em." The joke fell on deaf ears as I let that sink in. Fuck.

Clean up was done, and Paul helped me situate my clothes before leading me out. I ignored everything that wasn't the food in front of me. I had glanced up once, meeting Dwayne's piercing gaze before getting so hot and red I thought I would pass out. I decided to just stare at my fries as I ate them.

"El, can we watch a movie when we get home?" Laddie's chirpy voice shattered the quiet suffering I was going through.

"Uh,"

Before I could even answer, Dwayne leaned over, arm wrapped around Laddie's thin shoulders. "El and I are gunna have some time together, but I'm sure tomorrow she wouldn't mind."

I nod, throat dry, "Yep, t-tomorrow."

"Oh," Laddie says, "Okay."

"Let's go," David says, standing up and the others follow. I withhold the whine I wanted to give. My aching body does not want to move at all, thank you very much. I stood up, taking a moment to feel out how much my body hurt before I felt someone press into my side, a strong arm wrapping around my back. I look up and see Dwayne smirking down at me. I flush, remembering Paul said he was next. Fuck-

Laddie bounds up and grabs my hand, smiling up at me as we walk out the diner.

"You're walking weird."

I hear Paul and Marko giggling behind us, "Y-yeah, I... hurt myself."

"Really? Are you okay?" Laddies so cute.

"Yeah, bud."

"Is that why you and Marko took forever?"

My cheeks flame, "Yup..."

"And that's why Paul followed you to the bathroom?"

"Yeah, bud...they were helping me." I breathe easy as we reach the bikes, getting on the back of Dwayne's while Laddie follows Paul. I gingerly got on, the vibrating of the bike not helping, and neither was the feel of Dwayne's smooth chest under my hands. I huffed, resting my forehead against his back, wishing for the teasing laughs of the boys to just fade away.