On The Edge series by Kallysten http://original.kallysten.net/category/on-the-edge/

1. By KALLYSTEN

2. “I’m not used to having polite conversations with
vampires,” he said, and that, at least, was true. I’m not
used to having any kind of conversations with
vampires, to be honest. I’m sorry but I just don’t know
how to act.”
She observed him for a long moment before setting
her glass down.
“Act like you just met a reasonably attractive woman,”
she said. “What would you do if you didn’t know what I
am?”
Brett wanted to protest; he did know, and it wasn’t
the kind of information he could choose to forget. But
she was waiting for his answer—and she was a lot more
than ‘reasonably attractive.’
Holding his hand out to her, he tried to offer a
genuine smile. “Hi. I’m Brett. What’s your name?”
She laughed quietly as she took his hand and shook
it. “I’m Lisa. And if that’s the best you can come up with
to pick up a girl, you’re either gay or totally hopeless.”
Behind the bar, Wallace snorted as he refilled the
vampire’s—Lisa’s—glass. “Definitely hopeless,” he
commented. “Poor guy hasn’t had a date in months.”

3. “There’s something I don’t understand,” he finally
said. “If you have it all planned out, why are you
asking me what I think?”
She struggled not to roll her eyes at him. Hadn’t
she made herself clear enough?
“I’m a dance club customer,” she said, each word
slow and measured. “I know what I like, what makes
a good club great. But I wouldn’t have the first idea
about how to make it run from day to day.”
Brett’s eyebrows knitted together. “So you want me
to run it for you?”
“No. I want you to run it with me. Didn’t you catch
that whole ‘we’ theme I had going on?”
Rather than responding, Brett looked around
again. “It’d take a lot of money.”
“It would,” Lisa conceded. “I’ve got enough to buy
the place straight out, with a little leftover to start
fixing things. But I need a partner.”

4. “I know you,” she breathed, leaning in closer to him
until an inch only separated their lips. “You can’t fool
me. I know you like men as well as women. And I
know you find Leo attractive. As well you should.”
He shook his head minutely, blinking fast twice.
“Lisa, I…”
She stopped him by pressing two fingers to his lips.
“Look at him,” she requested, and watched his eyes
focus on Leo behind her. “Now tell me that part of
you isn’t wondering what it would be like to be in the
same bed as Leo.”
She dropped her hand, and Brett’s mouth opened
immediately. It closed again after an instant without
having uttered a sound.
“Trust me,” she whispered before pressing a kiss to
his lips. Taking hold of his hand, then reaching out
for Leo’s behind her, she led them both to the
bedroom.

5. After a moment, she turned so that she was
facing him. The only source of light in the room
was the glow of the alarm clock on the nightstand,
but it was sufficient for Leo to see the gleam in her
eyes. He had rarely seen her so determined.
“I won’t let you ruin what I have here. I won’t let
you, either of you, destroy my life.”
Had he been in her place, Leo would have been
as protective of what she had—the club, as much
prey and blood as she could want, Brett. It was easy
to see why she was so upset. He only wished he
could reassure her.
“Hurting you is the last thing I want,” he
murmured, and tried to put as much strength into
his words as he could summon. “If I have to play
nice to be here, I can play nice. I want to play nice.”

6. “And you… You really care about him, don’t you? You
wouldn’t be jealous when he flirts with other people if
you didn’t.”
He kissed her, his lips barely brushing against hers
before trailing down her jaw and to the crook of her
neck. “I do. And you know I don’t only care about him.”
If his voice had been just a little louder, or if he had
looked her in the eyes as he said those words, trying to
convince her of their truth, she might have managed to
ignore them. Whispered as they were against the
sensitive scars on her neck, however, they sunk beneath
her skin, warming her from the inside out until the
gentle hold of his arms became too much to bear—
until she wanted him to hold her tighter. She had to
bring things back to safer grounds. She rubbed her
hands against his arms before gently pushing him back.
“Stop pretending you don’t mind his flirting. Tell him
you want him to stop. Trust me, he’ll like that even
more than the bike.”

7. All that was left was friction and movement and the
feeling of being complete with each passing second. It
didn’t take very long before I came, bucking between
them and accentuating their movements.
They didn’t stop. If anything, they started moving a
little faster, the need for pleasure urging them onward.
The sensations were too much, too raw; for a minute or
an hour, I’m not sure which, I wanted them to stop and
let me catch my breath. I didn’t manage to say a word,
though, and they didn’t slow down. Sparks started
exploding beneath my tightly closed eyelids. Each breath
coming out of me was a cry. My body shook continuously,
and I thought I would pass out from too much pleasure.
Anando’s mouth found the crook of my neck and the
scars he had left there. He scraped his teeth against
them, and every sensation sharpened a little more.
“Do it,” I cried out, breathless.
He bit me. I cried again when his fangs pierced my
skin, and yet again when he took a deep pull of my blood.
His thrusting became erratic as he started coming, and
his mouth left my neck.

8. My eyes widened, and I strained not to blink so I
wouldn’t miss even a second of it. Brett’s cock, thick and
slick, was disappearing inside Anando inch after slow
inch. The sight was entrancing, and so were the quiet
sounds rising from both of them. We all sighed when
Anando finally sat snugly against Brett’s crotch. For a
moment or two, the two of them remained still. Brett
moved first, his hands rising from where they were fisted
in the sheets on either side of him to grip Anando’s thighs
instead. As though that were a signal, Anando finally
moved, slow slides up and down Brett’s cock at first, but
that didn’t last long. They were both too close to pleasure
to take things slowly anymore.
Resting both hands in the center of Brett’s chest,
Anando started moving faster and faster, until he was all
but bouncing on Brett’s cock. Brett gasped, and so did I,
both from the sight they made and from Leo’s fingers
sliding in and out of me at the same fast pace.

9. “Don’t you want to suck on her tits?” Leo whispered
into Brett’s ear, his lips brushing the lobe in a sensual
caress. “She always makes such pretty noises when we
do.”
Brett’s mouth was already watering. “Yeah,” he
breathed, turning to briefly kiss Leo. “Let’s do that.”
His hands sliding to her back, Brett drew Lisa closer to
him, closer to Leo, too, and they each laid their mouths
on one of her nipples. Lisa’s rhythm faltered, although
she never stopped, and moans started rising from her
throat as they kissed, licked, and sucked on her breasts.
Sometimes, Brett could tell that it was his mouth, his
tongue that made her writhe tighter against him, that
caused those quiet, mewling sounds to escape her lips
and curl around his balls like a gentle hand. But at other
times, he was sure that it was Leo’s touch that made her
buck against him, and the thought that Leo was touching
her, too, made Brett’s hips jerk up uncontrollably to meet
hers each and every time.

10. Coming
Winter
2012-2013

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Before The Edge
On The Edge
Over The Edge
Walking The Edge
Fifth Vision of Destiny
Out of the Box 6
Living Out of the Box