CHAPTER SIXTEEN

ELLIE

What just happened? Why did Kaelen just leave? So, he bit me, no big deal. But, why did he bite me? I shrugged off the thought. It happens. People have their kinks and they get carried away. But the look of disgust on his face.. and.. shame?

That I can't get out of my head. And damn, he had to leave me in such a state. I was so horny now. The memory of his tongue and fingers inside me was all I could think about. It was heaven. How dare he cock block me like that!!

No matter. I guess I will have to finish myself off. I pushed myself up from the couch, a frustrated groan escaping my lips. I felt like a pressure cooker about to explode. Kaelen, that bastard, had left me teetering on the edge, and then just…vanished.

I stomped towards my bedroom, ripping off my top as I went. I kicked the door shut and stood in the center of the room, peeling off the rest of my clothes. I needed to see myself. I needed to remind myself that I was desirable, that he was the one with the problem, not me.

I turned to face the full-length mirror tucked into the corner. God, I was beautiful. My breasts were perfect, round and full, the nipples still hard from his attention. My stomach was flat, my hips curved invitingly. I slowly ran my hands down my body, admiring the contours, feeling the heat rise within me.

Then my gaze dropped to my thigh. Two angry red dots marred the smooth skin of my inner thigh. The bite marks. A tiny trail of blood, now dried, snaked down my leg.

These weren't regular teeth marks. There should be more impressions, more ragged edges. Just two…distinct punctures. I frowned, a shiver prickling my skin. I tried to dismiss the unsettling thought. Kaelen was just…intense. He got carried away.

I pushed the thought aside. Dwelling on it wouldn't help. I had more immediate needs. I walked to the bedside table and opened the drawer, pulling out my trusty friend – the 8-inch long, 3-inch wide vibrator. It was time to take matters into my own hands.

I grabbed my toy and headed into the bathroom, turning on the shower until the water was steaming hot. I stepped into the tub, grabbed the shower head, and lay back against the cool porcelain. With a click, the vibrator roared to life, its tip circling as the whole thing thrummed with power. I positioned it just right, then slowly, deliberately, inserted it into my swollen, aching pussy.

A moan escaped my lips. It was good, but it wasn't Kaelen. I closed my eyes, trying to conjure him in my mind. His hands, calloused and sure, cupping my breasts, teasing my nipples until they were tight and sensitive. His tongue, flicking and licking at my clit, sending shivers down my spine. His fingers, stretching me open, exploring every inch, driving me wild.

The shower head sprayed hot water directly onto my clit, amplifying the sensations. I bucked against the vibrator, my breath coming in ragged gasps. It didn't take long. The pleasure built rapidly, a tidal wave washing over me. I squeezed my eyes shut, visualizing Kaelen, his face inches from mine, his eyes dark with desire.

And then I was there, on the edge, screaming his name into the steam-filled air. Waves of pleasure radiated through me, my juices mingling with the cascading water. I stayed like that for a long time, lost in the aftermath, my mind a chaotic jumble of sensations and memories. Each memory of Kaelen brought another orgasm, until all I could do was whisper his name as my body shook uncontrollably.

Finally, weak and spent, I turned off the vibrator and tossed it aside. The shower head followed, clanking back into its holder. I took a quick shower, washing away the sweat and the lingering scent of sex. Then, I stepped out of the tub, grabbed a towel, and dried myself off.

Back in my room, I carefully cleaned my vibrator and put it away. I climbed into bed, pulling the covers up to my chin. My hand instinctively went to the two puncture marks on my inner thigh. I traced them lightly, feeling the slightly raised skin.

I would have to call Kaelen in the morning. Let him know it was no big deal. That I actually liked it rough. A smile played on my lips. And with that thought, I closed my eyes. All I could see was Kaelen's head between my legs, his dark hair brushing my skin, his breath hot against my most sensitive parts. Before too long, I drifted off to sleep, a faint tremor of longing still coursing through me.

I woke up slowly, a lingering warmth radiating through my body. The dreams had been...intense. Kaelen. Kaelen everywhere. Kissing me, touching me, consuming me. Each touch had been electric, setting my skin on fire. But there was something else too, something unsettling. In some of the dreams, he had...fangs. Just for a flash, a glimpse, but they were there. Long, sharp, and undeniably there.

I shook my head, trying to dislodge the image. It was just my subconscious running wild, supercharging a kink. The bite had obviously thrown it off. I needed coffee. And maybe a cold shower to fully dispel those lingering images.

After a strong cup of coffee and a bracing shower, I felt marginally more human. I threw on a pair of jeans and a comfortable sweater. If Kaelen wasn't going to call, I'd take matters into my own hands. I picked up my phone and dialed his number. It rang and rang, then went to voicemail. He should be up by now, it was almost eleven. Annoying.

"Hey, it's Ellie. Call me back when you get a chance." I hated leaving voicemails. Too impersonal. I much preferred hearing someone's voice, gauging their tone. Texts were even worse. I needed the nuances, the inflections.

I finished my breakfast, a simple bowl of yogurt with berries. Still no call. Fine. Tonight, then. If he wasn't answering his phone, I'd just go see him. Easier said than done. His club, Crimson, wouldn't be open until way later.

I got dressed, determined to break through his silence. I grabbed my keys and headed towards my car. I needed answers. Or, at least, I needed to see him. To see if he was okay.

The drive to Crimson was quick. The club was located in a slightly rundown district of the city. Its neon sign, usually blazing with vibrant colors, was dark and lifeless in the daylight. I pulled up to the curb and parked. I grabbed the handle of the heavy front door. Locked. Of course. It was a nightclub, what was I expecting? A welcoming committee? I had secretly hoped there would be some staff around, maybe cleaning up from the night before. No such luck.

I sighed, frustration bubbling up. I stared at the dark, imposing facade of Crimson. All I could think about was Kaelen. What had been going through his head last night? The pleasure, the disgust, the shame... it was a confusing cocktail.

Well, nothing to be done now. I got back into my car and started the engine. Tonight, then. I'd come back tonight. One way or another, I was going to find out what the hell was going on with Kaelen. And maybe, just maybe, get a little more of what he had started.