6. Amber Hart, once more
A frat party is easy hunting grounds. Amber smiles at Thomas, and he comes straight back over like an eager puppy despite her earlier rejection, before Luke captures his attention thoroughly. Amber herself picks up a cute little wallflower for some fun while she watches over Luke. Carissa Devlin, she learns the woman's name. Carissa melts under Amber's confident smile and falls into their little group when she suggests upstairs might be a bit quieter. Better for 'talking.' Everyone involved knows that's a lie.
It's easy to tell that Carissa doesn't quite know what to do with Luke or Thomas. They're not her typical crowd, and she's a bit apprehensive when one or the other sneaks a quick feel of her thigh or hip or side. But every time she seems about to back out, her attention bends inexorably back to Amber, and it firms up her resolve.
As the little group makes its way upstairs, passing kissing couples, people talking and people getting drunk aggressively quickly in equal measure, Carissa even dares to reach out and touch Amber's ass very briefly, trying to play it off as unintentional, despite her burning cheeks. Thomas and Luke, at least, seem to be hitting it off. The hunger in Luke's eyes is either overlooked by the buzzed frat boy or he doesn't see the threat it represents.
Amber returns the favor, a brush of her hand down Carissa's back as they turn a corner on the stairway accompanied by a sly smile that she's in on the game, and from the far stronger reaction her touch gets, she's pretty sure she's winning. When they reach a room with an appropriately small number of people talking - just a pair of women whispering and giggling on the bed - Amber jerks her head. Out. With her and Luke's combined magnetism, and the people hanging off them respectively, there's no argument.
She leaves the bed to the two men, instead heading over to the desk. She takes the chair, turning it around to face the room, and smiles at Carissa. Luke and Thomas can go fuck themselves - she's here for one person, and that one person is here for her.
Luke doesn't need to be told twice. "Hey why-" is all Thomas gets out before the words trail off into a pleased moaning sound. Luke shoves him down on the bed, fangs sinking into his neck as he starts drinking. Carissa doesn't seem to notice, her eyes fixed on Amber. She smooths out an imaginary wrinkle in her nice blue dress, and smiles back at Amber shyly. "Ah... This is... kind of... new to me." She murmurs, walking just close enough that Amber could reach out and touch her, but her hands hang uncertainly by her sides.
Amber does reach out to touch her - just to brush the back of Carissa's hand with her own, nothing more. "What would you like to do?" she asks. "You could sit on my lap. Or we could kiss. Or you could kneel and I could touch your face," she offers options, without any particular pressure. She can hear Carissa's heart racing in in its prison of bone as Carissa swallows, once, then slowly sinks to her knees. A single lock of hair brushes her lips, and she blows it away nervously. She kneels in front of the chair.
Amber does as she'd offered, caressing Carissa's cheek with the back of her fingers, leaning forward and rolling the chair closer so her new friend has to tilt her head back to meet Amber's eyes. "I thought that's what you'd want," she smiles, cupping a cheek with her hand. She leans further forward, gently tilting Carissa's head further back to look up at her. She cups the other cheek with her other hand. "It's what I want too. And I get what I want."
She nods, bright red lips parting just slightly at the closeness. "I... I thought... no one looked and..." She doesn't seem to know what else to say, eyes fixed on Amber's, one hand rising to touch hers, holding it in place against her burning cheek.
"Shhhh," Amber puts a finger to her lips. This is not the time or the place for self doubt. "You're here, and I'm here, and we're just going to explore a little bit. I'm going to kiss you now." She pauses a moment, waiting for an objection to materialize, knowing it won't, before bending down to brush her lips against Carissa's own bright red. Amber's tight dress complains at the demands the posture makes of it, but that vinyl can shut up too. She's busy.
Carissa's breath hitches and stops when Amber kisses her, and fingers entwine with Amber's own, holding her hand in place against Carissa's cheek. Amber can hear every heartbeat pushing blood through her body, can smell the excitement and hint of floral perfume and tiny bit of sweat hanging in the air around Carissa, and all of it is so human and warm. Even well-fed, her instincts stir. A part of her demands she feed on this girl, take a bit of her life into herself, even if she doesn't need to, even if she isn't hungry.
But anticipation adds savor, and the girl's obvious inexperience stirs in her a desire to indulge it. Amber's hand slips away from Carissa's to the back of her head, twining through her hair. She makes a fist, pulling tight but not painfully so. She pushes Carissa deeper into the kiss, flicking at the other woman's lips with her tongue, tasting her to add to the warm, rich scent of pulsing blood and living humanity. After a moment, she pulls Carissa's head back, breaking the kiss by moving the girl rather than moving herself. She looks down with a smile. "I get what I want," she repeats. "But only if you want it too."
"I..." She has to take a moment to catch her breath. "I do. I really do." Carissa finally whispers to Amber, voice shaky with excitement and nervousness.
"Then up," Amber releases her grip on Carissa's hair and sits upright, scooting forward on the chair and patting her thigh for the other woman to take a seat.
Carissa hurriedly does as bid. Thomas's groans are almost forgotten, though it seems Luke has taken a break from drinking directly to amuse himself in other ways. The slacks on the floor can be seen from the corner of Amber's eye without looking away from Carissa. And Thomas' heartbeat. She can hear that, over the sounds of moaning quite well, even though she has another, far more attractive partner.
She reaches around Carissa's waist to pull her in, snug against Amber's lap, and begins to rub slowly, feeling the other woman's sides through her clothes, wandering slowly in the direction of her breasts. She wonders idly if anyone else has ever gotten the chance to feel what she now does, firm and delicious through layers of fabric. Certainly no one has ever gotten to taste what she's about to, as she leans in, kissing the back of Carissa's neck, whispering cool breath in her ear.
Carissa shivers and instinctively presses her chest towards Amber. She's endowed with a modest chest, but her dress is thin and Amber can feel the delicious heat of her living body, the blood pulsing under her skin, through it. She gasps softly. "Ah- your hands-" She rests her own on Amber's shoulders. "Mmh- cold..." She bites her lip, as if regretting saying anything- what if Amber stopped?
Amber smiles mysteriously, not addressing the comment. Yes, she's a cold creature at the moment. She'll be colder still when she lets Luke drink from this delightful morsel of a woman in her hands. She interrupts any further questions with a kiss - not on the lips, but on the the neck, the shoulder, eliciting a small gasp. Her lips too are cold, warmed only by lingering contact with Carissa's own body. And in a moment of distraction, as the woman on her lap and under her hands tilts her head back in delight at the kiss, Amber slides her fangs into flesh.
Blood, sweet and heady with just a slight edge of alcohol to it, rushes into Amber's mouth. Carissa's hips edge closer to her, rubbing against her in an unconscious, needy gesture. Her nipples press through her dress, hardening as she pulls herself bodily against Amber. A moan that's closer to a soft mewling is torn from her lips, fingers working into Amber's hair. "Please..." She manages to sigh out between shuddering inhalations and noises of pleasure torn from her.
Amber loves the taste, the flood of life sliding down her tongue. But she doesn't need it. Not right now. Just a taste, a sip from the cup of Carissa's life, and she withdraws her fangs, licking the wound closed and continuing to kiss her neck. She answers the woman's plea with her hands, rubbing at the nipples through her dress, rolling them between her fingertips and tilting her head back to kiss directly at her throat.
Carissa comes down from the high of the Kiss, hips slowing as she focuses on the sensation of Amber's fingers on her. "That was... so good..." She murmurs, blushing again as she realizes how hard she was grinding against Amber.
"Men are overrated," Amber murmurs, slowing her ministrations to match Carissa's reduced urgency.
"Some are... okay..." Carissa seems to have been going for a teasing tone, but it dissolves as her eyes drift half-closed and her head rolls back a little. "But don't stop..." She murmurs back. Behind her, Amber can hear other moans growing louder. Lips, not fangs, she can hear.
"Some aren't so bad," she agrees, one hand drifting down, pulling aside the dress to brush at Carissa's panties. Just a brief touch, a scratch with one fingernail to gauge the reaction. She could keep going - she wouldn't mind reducing Carissa to a moaning puddle on the floor, but she has no need to push any further for their first encounter. She has a delightful feeling that this first time won't be their last.
Carissa is very wet and she shifts against Amber, trying to draw out the touch a little longer with a gasp of pleasure. But her heart pounds faster and louder, so loud that Amber might believe even normal human hearing could pick it up. Carissa bites her lip, looking very nervous indeed. While she certainly won't say no, Amber gets the feeling she's not quite ready yet.
Amber withdraws the questioning finger, using it instead to hold Carissa's waist. She's not going to take something precious simply because she can. With her other hand she strokes the woman's hair, sealing her lips with a little peck of a kiss. A little lingering warmth from the blood that passed through them, though quickly fading. And with a sharp gasp behind them, Amber hears Thomas's heart flutter like a trapped bird before starting to slow. Now the fangs are back out.
"Luke. Enough," she orders, leaning around Carissa to issue her command. Her hands move to the woman's waist, asking her non-verbally to stand, and quickly, as her voice hardens, and the tone of the entire situation changes with her rapidly shifting demeanor.
Carissa slides off of Amber's lap, looking confused at the sudden shift in mood as Luke shudders, once. Amber can feel the predatory urge in him snarling at the bars of her commands. But she holds firm and it smashes itself against her mind once, twice, and then subsides sulkily. Thomas flops back onto the bed insensate, the little trickle of blood on his thigh almost concealed by the messy aftermath of Luke's intermission between feedings. He looks at her, and Amber can tell that he's in deep, submerged under the vampiric drive to feed. She's riding a wild horse and needs to either break it or redirect its attention before something nasty happens.
"Get Thomas a towel, will you hun?" She orders absent-mindedly, without breaking eye contact with her frenzying peer. It's a weak excuse, but it ought to be enough to get her out of the room. Hopefully. Maybe. Before Luke breaks fr... no. Luke's not going anywhere unless she says so. He gave his will into her safekeeping, and keeping it safe is what she's going to do. "Stay," she orders, when she feels him straining at the edges of her command, ready to abandon all subtlety and take Carissa by force before she can leave.
Carissa looks at the cum and flushes a little before nodding. She can sense the tension in the room and hurries out. Luke stands, shirtless, transfixed by Amber's gaze. His eyes flick to Carissa's ass as she flees the room, and Amber has to wrench his attention back to her. He's so hungry, and Amber can only remember being this hungry once, right after she was created. The weight of it, the desire to cut loose and drown oneself in glorious, sweet, hot blood is overwhelming. And for just a moment- just a moment- Amber's eyes almost switch to Carissa as well. She can feel herself drowning in that desire to take. But her will is stronger, and she forces them both to stay rooted to the spot. Luke growls, once, a low and animal sound- and then his eyes clear. "Ugh. Keeping that tasty morsel to yourself?" He asks, voice rasping from his close encounter with the Beast- but Amber can hear a little undercurrent of gratitude.
"Yes." Simple statement of fact, and no elaboration. She doesn't need to give reasons to him. She doesn't owe him anything, not to someone as completely cowed beneath her stare as he is. It's hard to pull away from her own whispers - be in control or be consumed. At the moment she's in control, the dominant beast. To acknowledge his rights is to let that slip, to invite further challenge. Amber shakes her head, attempting to clear it. "She's shy. Sharing would hurt her ability to trust," she offers a half-true reason that he's more likely to accept than the real one. It would hurt her. No 'ability to trust' necessary.
He straightens up slowly, rubbing at his jaw. Whether he buys her line or not... well. He's back to playing cards close to the chest. "Alright. Then I'd say I owe you one. Unless you want to find some more easy snacks?" Luke's trying to recapture his cocky attitude, the domineering social role he could so effortlessly procure with nothing but charm and belief, but it's hard to keep that edifice from crumbling with Amber's power filling the room just as thoroughly as the smell of sweat and sex.
"I'm good. Thanks for the offer though," she attempts to politely bow out, and pull some of her own beast back beneath the surface. Sheathing her claws. This is his home territory, and while her presence was invited and necessary, she doesn't actually want to extend the challenge into a true contest. "If there's anyone else you think might be infected, stay away from them for a week or so," she changes the subject, still trying to get her own desires under control.
"Yeah. You got it. I'll see you around at that club sometime." He's almost back to human already, carefully piecing back together the mask of the Man over the predator.
Amber nods, taking her leave of the room, leaning against the door frame on the outside with her head tilted back and eyes closed, attempting to reassemble her own mask without his constant presence beating a challenge against her.
Maybe she can get herself back to normal by the time Carissa returns, and she has to make up a lie about what just happened.