#vampire!meg

“Oh my God, Meg - you aren’t gonna bite my dick, are you?” Sam clutches the bed sheets beneath him, trying to slow his breathing but it’s impossible with those wicked teeth so close to the sensitive head of his cock.

Meg snorts. “Thought you were kinky, Sammy.”

“Are you serious? M-Meg, f-fuck -”

“Try to relax. It might hurt but you’ll be coming back for seconds, I guarantee it.”  

As terrified as he is, the thought that Meg feeding on him might fill the void inside him, giving him that extra ‘something’ he’s been missing… it’s too tempting to pass up.

When Sam feels Meg’s deliciously sharp teeth sink into his bare thigh, when he hears her moaning as his blood lands on her tongue, Sam can’t hold back - he comes untouched.

casey you're fucking adorable

Meg chews on her lower lip, barely holding herself back from drawing blood. If she does, they'll have to leave the party earlier than she wants. Michael knows the smell of her blood better than anyone else's. He says it's sweet the way nightshade berries are right before they stop a person's heart.

Turning her had been an accident, but neither of them regret it. She had invited him in, listened to him slaughter her whole family, then looked him right in the eye as he came for her. There had been so much blood dripping down his chin and neck. His kiss tasted more like her brothers and sisters than it had his own mouth.