by E. M. Moore
When I thought everyone had left, I looked around the room to make sure. Then, I walked to the door to the classroom and shut it. With my hand still on the doorknob, I took a deep breath. I didn’t know which Christian I would find when I turned around. Mine? Or my instructor?
I turned slowly and found that he was already coming toward me. His gray-blue eyes fixed on mine. His hand secured around the back of my neck and pulled my lips to his. I went willingly, eagerly into his arms, into the firm touch of his lips. His hand slid down my neck to my legs and I instinctively jumped into his grasp. He easily secured me toward him, then moved me toward the desk before sitting me safely on the edge.
Caged in, his arms were fierce, protective as they secured around me. I pulled him closer and closer, trying to kiss away the memories of his blood-stained shirt, trying to touch away the branding iron of the sheer hollowness I’d felt when I’d thought he’d died. He was here. I could feel him. I could touch him, kiss him… It wasn’t long until my body took over. Until I forgot about the reasons why I wanted to kiss him in the first place and instead started kissing him because it just felt too good to stop. He was like the first ray of sunshine breaking through the clouds. Or a newborn puppy when the world was going to shit around you. I needed him to live.
Our thoughts must’ve run down parallel lines because whatever I gave to him, he gave right back. He matched my kisses with something much fiercer. He mirrored my caresses with heat-inducing strokes of his own. “I’m not going anywhere,” I said, gasping out between kisses. Somehow, I knew he’d needed me to say it. He was always trying to keep me around. Even from the beginning, he was there, making me want to stay. And not just for himself, always for the sake of him and the rest of his brothers.
“Me either,” he mumbled against my swollen lips. “I’m here, Ariana. I’m right here. I know I’m a hundred yards away at any given moment, but in my heart, I’m right here.” He laid a hand over my left breast.
I moaned into him, the promise connecting us in ways more than just the physical. I was beginning to sound like a broken record, but I couldn’t wait for the time when we would really be together. When an act such as this wouldn’t send me away wiped and alone, but would only bring embarrassment if spotted.
He pulled away to look me in the eyes at the same time I moved our hips closer together. The silvery flecks in his eyes darkened. “I’m going to fix this,” he said.
I nodded, knowing he would. He would do anything to make sure we would stay together. I never lost faith in that. I might’ve lost faith in the way we would deal with it, but never in everything ending exactly as it should. One day, it wouldn’t be illegal to hold him like this. One day, it wouldn’t be wrong to think of Christian in the way I always did. Until then, I wasn’t going to give up. Until the changes could be made, I certainly wasn’t going to give this up either.
The familiar longing between my legs started. I’d quenched it with Stephan, with Connor, but never with Christian. Not that I thought I would ever completely quench it with any of them. No matter how much I got, I’d still want more.
“You’re perfect, you know that?” he asked, his gaze radiating down on me.
I certainly didn’t feel perfect. I felt like a rebel, like an outlaw who couldn’t even tame herself for the better good of all that she wanted. “I think we know that’s a lie, but I’m happy you think so.”
“What are we going to do about this?” he asked, glancing down at our precarious position.
With my guard-issued sweats on, it wasn’t hard to feel how Christian reacted to our frenzied embrace. What I didn’t expect, though, was to feel the difference in us. Here I was dressed in sweats and a t-shirt while he had on a pair of khakis and a dress shirt. I suddenly felt so small, so young compared to him. Was I just pretending to be his equal this whole time? He said I was perfect? He was delusional.
He tipped my chin up, his gaze questioning. I tried to shake his worry away, but he held steadfast to the tip of my chin. “What is it?”
“Same old stuff,” I said, snuggling in closer to him, not wanting him to see the half lie on my face. “I should probably head to the course.”
He groaned and dropped his head to mine, his fingers stroking my back. “I don’t know how many more times I can keep letting you go. Every time is worse than the last.”
I tightened my leg grip around his hips, forcing him forward. Instead of telling him not to let me go, I was showing him. His hardening bulge lengthened, and I wiggled against it, a contented moan passing through me. What I wouldn’t give to see Christian lose control. To know that I could do that to him. A sliver of pleasure pulsed down my spine to the vee of my legs.
Christian froze. He was holding back. Even though I knew he wanted me as much as I wanted him, he didn’t make the first move. He didn’t make any move. “I can’t have you like this, Ariana,” he said, his voice barely above a whisper. “It’s not fair to you. We’re on my desk in the admin building at The Fort. You deserve a secluded beach, a fancy hotel room, you at least deserve the dignity to not have to be afraid of being walked in on.”
I frowned, stopping all my movements. He was right, and I wasn’t happy about it. I tried to move away from him. There was no sense in teasing either one of us.
He wouldn’t let me though. He held on strong, his hips making the barest of circles in my direction. I sucked in a breath and held it as he got closer and closer. He was barely even touching me and the anticipation felt far too good.
He pulled his hands through my hair and let out a shaky breath. “Can I ask you a question?” When I nodded, he continued. He leaned back so he could look me in the eyes. His gaze was comforting, reassuring. “Are you a virgin, Ariana?”
My tongue thick and lethargic, my brain not quite catching up to why we were going there, I only nodded.
“Not with my brothers or anyone else?”
I shook my head. It wasn’t that Christian was making this awkward. In fact, I was glad we were talking about it. I’d thought about having sex with each of them. I wasn’t a little kid, I had moments where I’d wanted nothing more than to just lose myself in one of them, and yes, I hadn’t felt that way except with them. I’d never been close enough to anyone else to have those feelings.
He kissed my forehead, his lips staying there until they pulled back into a teasing smile. “It’s stupid to think about that when there are so many other issues to worry over, isn’t it? Regardless of what my mind tells me to fixate on, it keeps drawing me back to you. Sometimes I wonder if you’re eating enough, right down to little things like how you’ll wear your hair that day. It doesn’t help that Nicolai, Stephan, and Connor are always calling or texting, asking me the little things. They think I see you far more than I do. I can’t really blame them though. I’d be doing the same thing if situations were reversed.”
We were still so close. The kisses were on the tip of my tongue, the heat was still pooled in my lower belly, just waiting to be acted on. “Maybe we can sneak away together tonight?” I offered, my mouth suddenly dry. This wasn’t just about seeing Christian. This felt more like I was making a date to pick up exactly where we were leaving off. Like a sex date for the pure purpose of losing ourselves in one another. “That way you can give them a full report,” I added, digging deep, throwing anything at him that might help sway him.
Christian’s forehead wrinkled in thought. He raised his eyes to the ceiling, calculating. It wasn’t offensive. Though I wanted to push him into agreeing without thinking, that just wasn’t Christian’s personality. Finally, he stared down at me. “That will work.” He pulled me to him and enclosed his strong arms around me once more before whispering in my ear. “I’ll text you when I’m outside the wall like last time.”
I nodded into his embrace, trying to keep my smile in check though it was virtually impossible. I’d just solidified a date with a sexy vampire.
25
The hallway was quiet as I made my way through the long
corridors to see what I could salvage from the obstacle course race training. I so wasn’t looking forward to whatever Samuel’s retaliation would be for being late. He’d probably try to pair me with Zeke again to race. He thought the idea of it scared me, but he was wrong. I knew where my place was in all this vampire world business now, and nothing was taking it away from me.
The stone-lined hallways did wonders for the acoustics in this building. I heard the voices long before I could even locate where they came from. Samuel’s voice was easy to pinpoint. At first, fear tingled down my spine thinking he had come in search of me. When I heard T.J.’s voice though, curiosity got the better of me. I peeked around the next hall. It was empty, bare with only the softening rays of the diluted sun peeping through the windows. I raised to my tiptoes and walked as quietly as I could until I was certain I was outside the room where the two voices emanated from.
I glanced around the doorway, but pulled back immediately. T.J. stood closest to the door facing the front of the room. His arms were crossed across his massive chest. Though he didn’t hold the same perfection vampires did, T.J. was still a sight to see. The sleeves of his black shirt clung tight to his massive biceps, and his close-cut hair screamed military. “We need to tell them,” he said. “We’re sitting ducks here, especially if the majority of us are going to be blind-sided by what’s going on.”
“What I’m trying to avoid is sheer panic,” Samuel said, sounding annoyed. I recognized the tone immediately. He wasn’t a very patient man. Then again, neither were most vampires.
“You don’t give them enough credit. So there are rogue vampires out there targeting guards? It’s nothing they won’t have to deal with when they graduate from The Fort anyway.”
“Isn’t that the point? When they graduate?” Samuel asked, his temper rising. “They’re not through with their training.”
“They have more training than the vampires. Nicolai—”
“I don’t care what Nicolai Ravana says,” Samuel charged ahead, his words clipped. “He’s not in charge of the guards’ well-being, is he?”
There was no warning when a voice spoke behind me. “Ariana, what are you doing?”
I jumped, my breath catching in my throat. When I spun, the glint of laughter danced in Christian’s eyes, but I only stared at him, eyes wide open. He’d blown my cover. The voices in the other room weren’t speaking now, and in fact, footsteps were already moving toward the open door. It was Samuel who spoke next, his voice terse. “Stuart, what are you doing here? Aren’t you supposed to be at the obstacle course?”
“Please,” T.J. scoffed, “We all know Ariana wakes up at the crack of dawn to run the course herself. Do you really think she’s missing out on anything while you’re letting the class fend for themselves? They probably went straight to dinner anyway.”
Samuel’s jaw ticked, but I just looked at T.J., shocked. “You know I wake up to run the course myself?”
“Who doesn’t?” he asked. “Anyone who pays attention would notice.”
He winked, and Christian was suddenly right behind me. “Perhaps you should go to dinner now,” he said. Though he didn’t touch me, his presence was overwhelming. It was like a thick coat being draped over my shoulders.
I turned toward him, my forehead wrinkling in confusion. Why would he blow me in just to send me away again? “No,” I said, spinning back toward Samuel and T.J. “I heard what you were saying. The rogue vamps are closer?”
Samuel narrowed his eyes at me, glancing briefly behind me at Christian, and then back again. “Yes, they’re close. It’s the same ones who killed the guard at the Ravana Estate.”
No kidding, I wanted to tell him. I almost rolled my eyes, but I restrained myself. “I agree with T.J. The guards need to be told immediately. We should start sending out scouts to learn more about where they are and what their plans might be.”
Samuel placed his hands on his hips, his chin dropping low to regard me. On the opposite end of the spectrum, T.J. grinned. “She’ll make a fine guard someday.”
“Someday,” Samuel said. He passed a hand over his chiseled face and regarded me again. “Please head back to the guard building.”
“No,” I said, my own voice, and confidence, rising to the occasion.
“No?” he asked, a fiery look slithering into his hard eyes.
I tried again, forcing my temper in check. “Samuel, when I was at the Ravana Estate, the best thing I did was actually go out there with real guards on a scouting mission. It prepared me for so much more than just—”
“And that happens, Stuart. In due time. I’m so glad you spend one day out in the field, and you think you know how to run this institution. Yes, we go into scenario training. Yes, we go out into the field, but under controlled circumstances. I can’t control anything out there right now. I send trainees out there and they get injured, or worse, who do you think is taking the fall for that?”
“I just think—”
“You just think that what?” he spat. “You want to get others injured like you were? Don’t think I didn’t read the debriefing on your scouting mission. Yes, you behaved admirably, but you also got yourself injured, something a fully trained guard may not have done.”
“Actually,” T.J. said, butting in as the anger rose inside me. I wasn’t trying to tell him I knew how to run the place or even that I was that good, I was just trying to tell him something should be done. T.J. held a hand out to me, almost making its way to my forearm, when my body took an involuntary step back. “I can back Ariana up on that. She—”
“You,” Samuel said, turning to the guard. Between the two of them, they both looked fierce, downright predatory in their own ways. Samuel had perfected the intimidating glare, but T.J.’s arms and chest flexed and you could tell just by looking at him that he’d used all of those muscles in a fight. The kind of muscles that tensed in the heat of battle and worked loose in training.
“Gentleman,” Christian said, finally coming out from behind me. “Has this latest update been communicated to my father? I’m sure he’d want to hear that the rogue clan is closer.”
Samuel’s gaze flicked to Christian. The two of them were the most similar out of our grouping. The unblemished skin, the fine details of their picture perfect bodies. Christian, though, he had that voice that made others listen. The sound of it made even Samuel snap to attention. Though he always carried himself well, as an authority figure, he paled in comparison to Christian Ravana. “I was going to do that after discussing the situation with T.J.”
“Let us do that now,” Christian offered. “It’s clear we all have different opinions and my father and The Council will have their own on what should be done.” He gestured toward the end of the hall that led to the exit. T.J. and Samuel walked ahead, and I started after them. A hand clamped down on my shoulder. “Where do you think you’re going, Ariana?”
T.J. and Samuel turned. Before I could get a word out, T.J. said, “You should let her sit in. She’s going to be your guard, anyway.”
“No,” Christian and Samuel said at the same time. Then, Christian breathed, his gaze leaving T.J.’s and lighting on me. “I trust you can keep this information to yourself before we’ve had a decision from my father.”
I swallowed down the bitter taste in my throat. I really thought they would let me in on the meeting. Well, maybe not Samuel, but Christian? Why was he so opposed to it? There was no sense trying to talk to him about it now though. Instead, I just nodded once and brushed past him, heading in the other direction. I was barely in the other hallway, still listening to the sounds of their footsteps retreating through the other hall when my cell buzzed in my pocket. I’ll still see you later.
I put it away without bothering to respond. Of course I’d show up when he texted me. No part of me thought I wouldn’t, even though the feeling of being left out still whitened my knuckles.
I made my way across the grounds, picked up my food, and was about to sit down with Shannon, Evan, and
Liv when my phone buzzed in my pocket again. My tray in one hand, I pulled the phone out with my other. A text from Connor. I opened it to find a picture of him blowing me a kiss. My heart melted, and I almost ran into someone in the small aisle. I clicked on his name and held the phone to my ear before leaving the noisy cafeteria behind and heading to my room. “Hey,” he said, his voice smooth, creamy, yet rich all at the same time like a fancy vanilla pudding.
I bit down on my lip to keep from smiling too big. Connor just made me happy. There was no getting around it. “Thanks for the picture.”
He laughed into the phone, the sound eased out all the tension from my shoulders from the day. “That was me trying to tell you we should send more pictures.”
“Yeah?” I asked, my stomach fluttering. I held the phone with my shoulder and used my now free hand to open the door to my room. Once inside, I gave it a nudge closed and took my dinner and Connor with me to the bed. “Nightly video chats aren’t enough for you?”
“Well, no. I should probably tell you something about me. I’m needy. I want all Princess, all the time. I’m afraid I just won’t be satisfied until you’re close to me again.”
I pushed the tray away and laid back on my bed, my head propped up against the wall. “I feel the same way.”
Connor groaned into the phone, sending a tingle through my body so I felt it in my toes. “Don’t say that to me. I’m having an off day today, and you saying that is just plain torture.”
I frowned, wondering what he meant about “off”. Connor was usually on.
Before I could ask him about it, he asked, “Do you ever think about what we did?”
My whole body shuddered and flushed simultaneously. He’d left no doubt to what he meant by that. “Of course,” I said, my voice sounding breathless even to my own ears. How could I forget?
