marks of ownership
𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: dwayne x female reader
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: A mysterious encounter with the silent brooding vampire pulls you into a night of raw dominance and forbidden pleasure. As blood flows and boundaries dissolve, Dwayne claims you completely.
𝖗𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌. 18+ explicit 𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖙: 1,147
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌𝖘: blood play. blood consumption. blood smeared sex. biting kink. blood drinking. possessive behavior. rough sex. pussy eating. fingering. unprotected sex. p in v. possessive talk. creampie. scratching. marking.
The night air along the Santa Carla boardwalk clung heavy with salt and decay, the distant roar of the ocean a constant undertone to the screams of riders on the carousel. You’d wandered too far from the lights, drawn by something you couldn’t name—maybe the pull of the shadows, maybe the way the fog rolled in like a living thing. That was when you saw him.
Dwayne.
He leaned against the rusted railing like he owned the dark itself, long dark hair spilling over broad shoulders, leather jacket hanging open over a chest that looked carved from marble. His eyes—those piercing, ancient eyes—locked onto yours across the distance, and your pulse jumped hard enough for him to hear it.
He didn’t smile; he didn’t need to. The promise in that stare was enough to root your feet to the weathered planks.
You should have run, but instead you let him close the gap.
His hand was cool when it wrapped around your wrist, fingers like iron. “Come,” he said, voice low and rough, barely above the wind. No questions and no coaxing, just command. You followed him off the boardwalk, down the cliffs, into the hidden recesses of the cave they call home.
The scent of earth and old blood hit you before the flickering candlelight revealed the jagged walls and scattered remnants of their feasts.
Dwayne pulled you deeper, until the only light came from a few dying flames. His body pressed against yours from behind, chest solid and unyielding, one arm banding across your stomach to hold you in place. His breath ghosted over your neck, cool and deliberate.
“You smell like fear,” he murmured as his lips brushed your skin. “And want.”
Your heart hammered as you felt him touching you, “I-”
Teeth—sharp and inhuman—scraped along your throat, not piercing yet, just teasing the fragile barrier. You shivered, heat pooling low in your belly despite the terror licking up your spine. His free hand slid under your shirt, palm rough against your bare skin, pushing fabric up until cool air met heated flesh. He cupped your breast, thumb circling your nipple until it tightened into an aching point.
You gasped when his fangs finally broke skin.
The sting was sharp and immediately followed by a rush of wet heat as your blood welled. Dwayne groaned against your neck, a sound so raw and hungry it made your thighs press together. He sucked, slow and deep, tongue lapping at the flow like it was wine.
Pain twisted into something darker and hotter, a pleasure that made your knees buckle. He held you upright effortlessly, vampire strength keeping you pinned against him while he drank.
When he pulled back, his mouth was smeared crimson. He turned you in his arms, eyes glowing faintly in the dimness, pupils blown wide with lust and bloodlust. “Taste,” he ordered, and crushed his mouth to yours.
The kiss was brutal. Copper flooded your tongue as he devoured you, his blood-slick lips demanding everything. You moaned into it, fingers tangling in his long hair, pulling him closer even as the metallic tang made your head spin. His hands worked your clothes off with impatient efficiency—shirt torn open, jeans shoved down your legs until you were bare before him, skin prickling in the cave’s chill.
Dwayne shed his jacket, revealing the hard planes of his torso, faint old scars catching the candlelight. He lifted you like you weighed nothing, laying you back on a pile of stolen blankets that smelled of smoke and him. His mouth trailed down your body, leaving bloody kisses in its wake—over your collarbone, between your breasts, across your stomach. Each press of his lips left a crimson smear that he licked away, tongue rough and insistent.
He settled between your thighs, spreading them wide with his strong hands. You were already soaked and aching for him when his tongue dragged through your folds, tasting you mixed with the blood still on his lips, your back arched off the blankets with a broken cry. He ate you like a man starved—long, filthy strokes, sucking your clit until stars burst behind your eyes. Two thick fingers pushed inside you without warning, curling hard against that spot that made you clench and sob.
But he didn’t let you come. Not yet.
Dwayne rose over you, fangs glinting as he bit into his own wrist. Dark blood welled instantly, and he pressed the wound to your mouth. “Drink.”
You hesitated only a second before obeying, lips closing around the fang marks. The taste was overwhelming—rich, metallic, alive with power. It burned down your throat, spreading fire through your veins. As you swallowed, he freed himself from his jeans, cock thick and hard, flushed dark at the tip. He stroked it once, smearing a bead of pre-cum, then notched it against your entrance.
He thrust in with one brutal stroke.
The stretch burned, perfect and overwhelming, especially with his blood singing in your system. You cried out around his wrist, the sound muffled as he started to move in deep, punishing thrusts that rocked your whole body.
Blood trickled from his wrist down your chin, dripping onto your chest. He bent to lap it up, fangs grazing your nipple before he bit there too, a shallow cut that sent fresh crimson spilling across your skin as you gave a scream around his wrist.
“Mine,” he growled against your breast, hips snapping harder, cock dragging against every sensitive nerve inside you. The wet sounds of blood and slick sex filled the cave. He painted you with it, his blood and yours, smearing it over your stomach, your thighs, using it to ease the slide of his fingers as he rubbed tight circles over your clit.
The pleasure built like a storm, dark and inevitable. Your nails raked down his back, drawing more blood that only seemed to spur him on. He fucked you harder as the slap of skin echoed off the stone walls. When you finally shattered, it was with his name torn from your throat, walls clamping down around him as ecstasy ripped through you, amplified by the vampire blood humming in your veins.
Dwayne snarled, burying himself to the hilt as he came, flooding you with cool release. He collapsed over you, still buried deep, mouth finding the fresh bite on your neck to drink again, taking slow, lazy pulls now, savoring rather than devouring.
You lay there, trembling, covered in blood, sweat, and him. The taste of his essence is still on your tongue. The cave spun gently, and somewhere in the haze, you felt his fingers trace patterns in the drying blood on your skin—marks of ownership.
“Stay,” he whispered against your pulse, voice dark with promise. “The night is young… and I’m far from finished with you.”
You knew you wouldn’t leave. Not tonight. Maybe not ever.
