||- Just Little Bite -|| (AK) Pg7-Pt 4 - Page 5

Originally posted by: Ravishing_gal

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OMG OMG OMG i'm first 2 comment!!!...YAY!!!!!!!!!!!!...👏👏...lol... gr888 part as usual 👏👏👏... ur a RELI fast updater😉... u shud give me sme tips whr u find tym 2 update this fast??😆😆😆 lol... hmm...well m usually continue to write at work or at night 😉 ..lol

ok so finally thr was Angad😳😆😆...YAY!!!... actually i found this part somewhat funny, love both AK's inner thoughts... they'll make a gr8 couple, nd he'll surely make the perfect b'day gift 4 Krips😳😃... but let me warn him, she's a tad bit older then him.. hmmm just abt 200 yr so it sudn't b much probz😉😆😆...lmao ...lolz yea its kind of funny 😃 ...yup both r perfect for each other

so now FINALLY i knw hu the woman in the elevator was... lol... but i hadn' thought she'd b krip's mom, ...lol... awww love how u described angad 'accidently' endin up at her house nd following her everywhr, he surely had gone insane😆😆... but wht 2 do when u hve sme kind of power/spell cast over u...???lmao...the part whr he thought her daughtr was a sex slave cracked me up... lmao... but now he's got a feeling she's reli young😕...hope they meet soon, can't wait 2 c how K 'handles' him😳😳😆..lol ...in nxt part they will meet ..n u will c how krips handle him 😉

anywyaz suppeeerrrrrbbb update... continue ASAP😃 thanks 4 the pm, ...thank u n will continue soon n not a prob nd do pm me nxt tym...lol... will pm u as soon as i update u knw wht???.. when i started reading this part.. i got distracted😡.... by YOUR avatar😆😆...lol so i sat thr reading the little icon msgz until they repeated, then *sigh* finally went back 2 reading the fic😆..lmao ...lol sry....my avatar ..its from Twilight book😳😳

hmmm, tht was surely a super- duper...a reli long comment, hope u liked it😆😆...lol...jkn'... ...thanks for super-duper comment ...m loved it n of coz i liked it😳

Love,
Irsa

Originally posted by: twinkle94

wow cnt imagine Angad fallin 4 Gayatri ...lol he just thinks gayatri is attracted woman her lukin so young at it 2 lmao n i wonder how AK 1st mettin is goin 2 go OMG!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! cnt wait plzzzzzzzzzzzz update super fast lolz! thnx 4 tha update! ...lol m updatin in few min

❤️twinkle!

Originally posted by: *F^a^i^z^a*

wow awesome; I guess it was gayatri who was the brunette; if she;s kripas mother; lol I'd like to see what it would be like when kripa attacks him 😆 and there he's thinking that her daughter is a sex slavev ...thanks. yup it was gayatri the brunett in the elevator n abt krips attack on Angad ..u will see in nxt part 😉

Originally posted by: Mimi_Rani

lmao!!! dude your driving me nuts man...hehe i cant believe kripa and gayatri...trying to imagine him being eaten...yikes!! lol...and so the vampire fell in love with the pyschologist just seconds before his death 😆 lol awesome ff dude...please continue soon 👏

Angad's thoughts were disturbed when the bedroom door opened again. Stiffening, he jerked his head up to peer toward the door and saw that it was the woman from a moment ago. He eyed her with wary interest. Except for her long black brown hair, she looked very like the brunette who had brought him here. She was beautiful, with full lips, an oval face, a straight nose, and the same silver-blue eyes as her brunette counterpart. Obviously, they bought their contacts at the same place.

No, Angad decided. The eyes weren't exactly the same. They were the same color and shape, but the brunette's eyes had held a sadness and wisdom that had belied the youth of her skin and features. This woman was lacking that. The black brown's eyes were clear, untouched by regret or true heartache. It made her seem younger.

The black-brown was obviously a relative of the brunette though, Angad thought as he watched her walk to the dresser against the wall adjacent to the bed and open a drawer. Probably her sister, he guessed. He let his eyes run over the short, formfitting black dress she wore, then to her shapely legs, and the thought crossed his mind that it was almost a shame that she was too old to be the brunette's daughter. He wouldn't have minded being her gift-Rolling his eyes at his own wayward thoughts, Angad watched her close the dresser and waited expectantly for her to turn her attention to him, but she didn't. Much to his amazement, she merely walked back to the door, obviously intending to exit the room without so much as a by-your-leave. Angad was so shocked that his mouth opened and closed twice before he managed to get out a simple, "Excuse me."

The black-brow paused at the door and turned to peer at him curiously.

Angad forced a stiff smile and asked, "Do you think you could maybe untie me?"

"Untie you?" Appearing surprised by the request, she moved to the bedside to peer down at him.

"Yes, please," he said firmly, noting the way her gaze slid over his hands. Angad knew his wrists were red and abraded from tugging at his bindings. Their state seemed to confuse and distress her.

"Why didn't Mother calm you? She shouldn't have left you like this. Why—" She paused and blinked, then understanding filled her face. "Oh, of course. Ravin's arrival must have interrupted her before she could properly settle you. She probably meant to come back and finish with you after, but forgot."

Angad didn't have a clue what she was talking about, except that she seemed to think her mother had brought him here and he was positive she was wrong. "The woman who brought me here was too young to be your mother. She looked like you, but had dark hair. Your sister maybe?" he guessed.

For some reason his words made her smile. "I don't have a sister. The woman you're describing is my mother. She's older than she looks."

Angad accepted this with some incredulity, then his eyes widened at the ramifications of what she was saying. "Then, I'myour birthday gift?"

She nodded slowly, then tilted her head, and said, "That's an odd smile. What are you thinking?"

Angad was thinking he was the luckiest son of a b*tch alive as his mind
automatically readjusted his earlier imaginings of a large, ugly woman stripping and climbing on top of him. to this woman doing so. He allowed himself to enjoy the fantasy for a moment, but then realized that his body was enjoying it way too much, a noticeable bulge was growing in his pants. He gave his head a shake. As delightful as a night as this woman's sex slave might be, he had plans—a trip full of sandy beaches, palm trees, and half-naked women gyrating on a dance floor. And it was already paid for.

Now… if after his trip this woman wanted to go on a date in the normal way, then tie him to a bed and have her way with him… Well, Angad liked to consider himself an obliging sort. Besides, in this case, he thought being a sex slave might not be so bad. Realizing his thoughts were wandering into areas better left alone for now, Angad gave himself a mental kick and forced a stern look to his face. "Kidnapping is illegal."

Her eyebrows rose. "Did Mom kidnap you?"

"Not exactly," he admitted, recalling how he'd climbed into the trunk under his own impetus.

Kidnapping generally required being forcibly taken away. Angad supposed he could have lied; however, he was a poor liar. "But I don't want to be here, and really I don't have any idea why I climbed into the trunk of your mother's car. It seemed the most natural thing to do at the time, but I've never…"'

Angad's voice trailed away as he realized that the black-brown wanst lisening to him. At least she didn't appear to be. She was staring at his head with concentration and a deepening frown. She was also moving closer to the bed, though he suspected it was a subconscious action. She seemed wholly concentrated on his hair, but then she shook her head with apparent frustration, and muttered, "I can't read your mind."

"You can't read my mind?" Angad echoed slowly.

She shook her head.

"I see… and… er… is that a problem?" he queried. "I mean, can you usually read people's minds?"

She nodded, but it was an absent action, her thoughts were obviously elsewhere.

Angad tried to ignore the disappointment suddenly pinching at him as he acknowledged that the woman was mad, or at least delusional if she thought she could read minds. He supposed he shouldn't be surprised. The mother couldn't exactly be normal, or she wouldn't allow strange men to climb into her trunk—for she'd been behind him and had to have seen him climb in. Anyone else would have run screaming for building security instead of taking him home with her.

It seemed madness was running rampant tonight. The first example had been his behavior, then the brunette's, and now the black-brown thought she could read minds. It made him wonder if there wasn't some sort of citywide madness occurring. Perhaps men all around Toronto were climbing into trunks and letting themselves be tied to beds. Perhaps it was some sort of drug released into the city's water reservoir; a terrorist plot to incapacitate the men in Canada.

On the other hand, perhaps this was all just a weird dream, and he was really still at his desk at work, head down and sound asleep. Angad decided that was the most likely possibility. It provided a most satisfactory explanation of his own inexplicable behavior in getting himself here. Of course, none of that really mattered. Asleep or awake, mad or not, he was here, and even if it was
a dream, he wanted to get himself home. He had a flight to catch.

"Listen, if you could just untie me, I promise I'll forget all about this. I won't bring in the authorities or anything."

"The authorities?" the black-brown echoed. "You mean like the police?" She seemed startled at the prospect, as if it hadn't occurred to her.

"Well, yeah," Angad said with a frown. "Okay, so I came here apparently willingly enough," he admitted reluctantly. "But now I want to go home, and if you don't untie me, it's forcible confinement, and that's a criminal offense."

Kripa began to gnaw on her lower lip. She'd tried to slip into the man's thoughts to soothe and control him as she'd done earlier with Prithvi, as her mother should have done before leaving him, but she couldn't get into his thoughts. It was as if there were an impenetrable wall around his mind, and while she'd heard of this, she'd never run across it herself. Kripa had never met a mortal she couldn't read and control. Though she had run across individuals she found it difficult to read and control. Usually, that difficulty eased or disappeared altogether once she was feeding on them.

She tilted her head and eyed her gift, debating whether to try feeding off him to make it easier to slip into his thoughts and soothe him. The only problem was that if she couldn't slip into his thoughts even a little, Kripa wouldn't be able to keep him from experiencing the pain when her teeth first sank into his neck. Unless…

Mira had once told her about coming up against a similar situation. She'd said she'd kissed and caressed the man, relaxing him, and had managed to slip into his thoughts the moment her teeth sank into him.

Kripa considered the matter briefly. She'd never seduced anyone before. Born and raised in Georgian England, her life had been rather sheltered, and while society had grown more promiscuous the last fifty years or so, Kripa's life hadn't. Her parents were old, with old values and beliefs that were slow to change and modernize. While her mother might have allowed her more freedom, her father would never have bent to society.

Still, she simply couldn't leave the man lying there distressed, Kripa decided. Besides, she wouldn't mind a little preview of her birthday dinner, rather like a lick of the icing off a cake before it was served. Okay, she'd like a little more than the equivalent of a lick, but just a quick bite, just enough to ease her hunger, she assured herself.

Yeah right, Kripa thought dryly. This man looked yummy enough that she'd be tempted to suck him dry, a temptation she couldn't recall having in several decades.

"The rope is really tight."

Startled out of her thoughts by his complaint, Kripa glanced again toward the burns at his wrists and felt her uncertainty melt away. She'd been taught that it was bad form to play with your food or allow it to suffer needlessly. And this man was suffering. It was her duty to get into his thoughts and soothe him. It was hardly her fault that she couldn't do so the normal way and was going to have to try more extreme measures.

Mind made up and conscience appeased, Kripa settled on the side of the bed. "You shouldn't struggle, and you shouldn't worry. I hate to see you distressed this way."

He glared at her, as if resenting that she knew he was upset. Or perhaps he was simply angry that she wasn't untying him as requested.

"Let's get this off you," she suggested, and set the stockings she'd collected in her lap so that she could work at the bow around his neck. He sighed as it was removed, relaxing on the bed a bit, and Kripa decided to remove his tie as well.

"There, isn't that better?" she asked, sliding the silk cloth from around his neck.

The man started to nod, then caught himself and scowled instead as she undid the top three buttons of his shirt. "It would be better still if you untied me."

Kripa smiled with amusement at the way he was struggling with himself, then tried to distract him by running her fingers lightly over the bit of chest she'd revealed. Much to her satisfaction, a little shiver went through him as her long nails scraped gently across his naked skin. This seduction business was turning out to be easier than she'd feared. Or perhaps she was just a natural, Kripa thought, and wondered if she should be worried over the possibility.

"'Untie me." He was trying to be firm, but it was obvious his heart was no longer wholly behind the desire to be free.

Smiling knowingly, Kripa scraped her fingers lightly down to run along the cloth just above his belt. The provocative action sent his stomach muscles galloping, and his breath came out on a little hiss of air.

"What the hell," he breathed. "There are worse things than being a sex slave."

Kripa blinked in surprise at his comment and decided she'd relaxed him enough. "What's your name?"

"Angad." He cleared his throat, and said more firmly, 'Dr. Angad Khanna."

"Doctor huh?" She raised one hand to run it lightly up his chest again, noting the way his eyes immediately dropped from her face to follow the action. "Well,Doctor … You're a very handsome man."

She moved her hand to his hair, running it lightly through the fine, dark strands and marveling at how soft it was. Her gaze slid to his deep dark brown eyes and the firm contours of his lips as she considered her next move. He was an attractive man. In her time, she'd seen men who were more handsome, but there was something about this one that appealed to her. Her gaze slid to the
furrows on his forehead, and her fingers followed, running lightly over the lines to smooth them away.

"Would you mind terribly if I kissed you?" she asked softly.

Dr. Angad Khanna didn't answer, he simply stared at her with eyes that had darkened with interest as she allowed her finger to drift to his lips and run lightly across the soft contours. When his mouth suddenly opened to suck her finger into his warm heat, she took that as permission, but Kripa sat still, her eyes finding and holding his with fascination as she noted the fires smoldering to life there. Then he sucked her finger farther into his mouth, his tongue running along the side of her finger as he did, and Kripa gave a startled little gasp of surprise.

Over two hundred years old, and I never realized the finger could be an erogenous zone, Kripa thought faintly, as the fire smoldering in his eyes now began to grow inside her, but much farther south.

Angad Khanna was a dangerously distracting man, and she decided it might be best to regain control of the situation. With that intention, Kripa slowly withdrew her finger from his mouth, then leaned forward to rub her cheek briefly against his so that she could inhaie the smell of him. The action had been an instinctive one, a predator testing her prey's scent. His was a spicy, dusky aroma that she quite liked. Kripa smiled faintly, then brushed her lips against his cheek before trailing them across to his ps. She pressed them there a little more firmly and rubbed them gently back and forth.

Angad Khanna's lips appeared firm and hard, but they felt soft. Kripa continued simply to rub her lips gently over his, enjoying the erotic caress, until he raised his own head in an effort to deepen the kiss. When she felt his tongue slip out to run lightly along the crease where her lips met, she let them slip open. Her eyes widened with surprise at the sensations that assailed her as he slipped inside.

Kripa had certainly been kissed over the last two hundred years—many times, countless times even if she were to be honest. Some kisses had been welcomed and some stolen, some enjoyed and some not, but this kiss…

His tongue was warm, wet, and firm as it rasped across hers. He tasted of mint and coffee and something else she couldn't immediately identify, then Kripa simply couldn't be bothered to.

She let her eyes drift closed and lost herself in the sensations overwhelming her.What had started on her part as an effort to seduce Angad Khanna ended with her being seduced. Kripa found herself lost in the kiss as his tongue filled her, thrusting and sweeping through her mouth with a demand that made her shudder. For a moment her purpose was completely forgotten. She found herself shifting her position, sliding her legs onto the bed so that she lay against him, her legs tangling with his even as her fingers tangled and caught in his hair.

She sensed his tugging at his restraints, but was really only half-aware of it until he turned his head away to break the kiss, and growled, "Untie me. I want to touch you."

Kripa was tempted, but ignored the request and instead concentrated on kissing a trail down his cheek, her body moving down his. He was obviously taller than she. By the time her lips reached his throat, their pelvises were even, and he immediately rotated his hips, urging himself against her, increasing the excitement for both of them. His groan was both frustrated and excited as her lips moved along his throat and he shifted restlessly beneath her until she found the jugular and let her teeth out to sink deep into his skin and the vein it covered.

Angad went stiff with shock, then just as quickly relaxed with a prolonged groan as Kripa began to feed, and the pleasure exploded inside her mind, then transmitted out to him. This was a wholly different experience than Prithvi had been. Normally, she didn't find feeding an erotic experience, but then normally Kripa didn't have to seduce her host. She simply took control of his mind and went to it. This time was different. She was excited, he was excited, and the
blood pouring into her body was a string that connected their excitement, bouncing it between them and somehow increasing it as his mind opened to her. But Kripa wasn't in control this time, she wasn't just sending out her own thoughts, she was receiving his.

It was like a wonderful kaleidoscope of color. Emotions and thoughts filled her mind in wave after overwhelming wave. Passion, desire, intelligence, kindness, honor, courage… Kripa had a brief window into his soul, and in those few moments learned more about him than she could have in a hundred conversations. There were no lies, half-truths, or prevarications to try to impress her. There was just him, then all of that was pushed aside by an avalanche of desire.

Kripa forgot all about her intentions to soothe him, she forgot everything but the hunger that was raging in her body: both the old need for blood and the new need for the pleasure he was giving her. In that moment, with their bodies entwined, both of them moaning, arching, and writhing against each other, only this man seemed able to satisfy her hunger, and Kripa might very well have lost herself to the point of draining him dry had Neev's voice not caught her ear and distracted her.

"I don't see why you're so upset. She just came up to get new stockings. She—" His voice had started out muffled by the door, but had grown in volume as the door opened, then died abruptly, and a brief silence followed. Very brief.

"Kripa Sharma!"

Kripa went still, her eyes shooting open as she recognized her mother's voice.