by Helen Bright
I didn’t hear Ruslan’s reply as Gregor pressed my back against the wall and gave me more of his kisses. I was aware we weren’t behind locked doors, but I couldn’t help trying to grind my core against him.
Gregor growled his response to my grinding and the sound thrilled me. He began walking me down one hallway after another, every now and again stopping to kiss me hard, tongues tangling, soft deep moans leaving us both.
We reached the door to the apartment he stayed in on the east wing, and I was grateful when the door locked behind us. I thought Gregor would take me to his bedroom, but instead, he sank to the wooden floor and said, “Here, now.”
I was wearing cropped trousers which Gregor tore from my body, along with the pretty white satin panties that now lay like rags on the floor beside me. I heard the clink of his belt buckle hitting the floor and the pop of buttons before he lowered his boxers.
There was no foreplay or teasing; Gregor just rubbed his hard cock against my very wet sex, then thrust hard inside me. I came within seconds, clawing at his shirt as I did so. He rode out my orgasm with deep rhythmic thrusts, then whispered in my ear, “You know what I want Chloe.”
I nodded my head in response, and he pushed up on both arms so he could look down at me.
“Bed?” he questioned.
I shook my head, and replied, “Here, now.”
Gregor smiled, but his expression changed as I took hold of his shirt and ripped it apart. I heard pinging as buttons hit whatever furniture was beside us. He held his position with one forearm now, as he lazily tore through my t-shirt and bra with an extended claw. Strangely enough, I found the tearing sound a turn on, the influence of a kinky vampire beginning to rub off on me, I supposed.
With the same extended claw, Gregor made a cut in the side of his neck then lifted my head so I could lap at it. As soon as my mouth made contact with his skin, he groaned out the sexiest sound I have ever heard, and it thrilled me to think I’d given him pleasure by doing this.
As soon as I felt his fangs slide into the side of my neck, I began to suck hard at the puncture wound he’d created for me. I tried so desperately to concentrate as he began to draw my blood into his mouth; but as always, my clit began to throb with every suck, and I felt an orgasm begin, even though Gregor was hardly moving inside me, just rocking against me gently.
I carried on sucking until I felt another orgasm start to build, this one felt stronger somehow, deeper, more intense.
I felt Gregor’s movements become harder as he thrust more forcefully inside me. I heard him say, “I love you, Chloe,” but it wasn’t words he used. He was in my thoughts, a kind of telepathy.
When the orgasm finally hit, I saw stars. I may have screamed as I let go of Gregor’s neck, and when he gave one last thrust, burying his cock as deep as it would go, I swear I felt the pleasure of his orgasm right along with him.
It took a few moments to gather my thoughts, and I wondered if Gregor felt the same way as I did at that moment, happy, content, sated.
“Yes I do, my love,” Gregor said against my throat as he finally let go of my neck.
“I feel all those things and more. I finally have someone to share this immortal life, a reason to exist on this earth. I feel that I could finally let go of the painful events that have haunted my past, because I have you to guide me to a better place.”
“I feel the same, Gregor. It’s not been easy. I tried to push you away because I was scared of letting anyone else in, of giving them my trust. But now I know that it was inevitable really, us being together. It was always going to happen for us, one way or another.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t make our bonding more comfortable for you. I should have waited until we were in bed, but I couldn’t. I had to have you immediately. You were lucky I didn’t take you in the hallway.”
I’m not that brave, I thought, and Gregor laughed before telling me telepathically, “My love, you are one of the bravest humans I know. And now you are mine, for always.”
“For always,” I replied before he kissed me once again.
Chapter Thirty-One
Gregor
It was late afternoon, twenty-four hours after I had bonded with my flower girl. Ruslan had seen to it that my kitchen in the palace apartment was well stocked, and I was grateful, as it meant that Chloe and I didn’t have to leave our bed for long.
I had made love to her all last night and three times today, and I felt the fourth time wouldn’t be too far away. Our bond was strong. We had no issues conversing telepathically, and the emotions I could sense in her pleased me greatly.
Chloe was happy, with our bond, with our love, with me. And I felt the same, if not more so. But there was one thing missing. I wanted Chloe to be my wife. I had a ring ready for her to wear, but I hadn't proposed to her.
We had discussed marriage, made plans most of last night about our big day. But I felt that I should organise something grand, where I spoke pretty words, something befitting the great love I felt for her. I wanted her to know I would worship her, every day, forever.
“I don’t need anything grand Gregor. You already know I will marry you. And the thoughts I’ve just heard had pretty enough words for me. I had the whole proposal once before. It was done for show, for selfish reasons. Right here, right now, there’s just you and me; and when everything is said and done, that’s all a marriage needs.”
I got up out of bed and went towards my luggage that had been left outside the door of my apartment last night. My apartments occupied the upper floor of most of the east wing of the palace, so other than someone leaving our luggage outside the door last night, we were completely alone here, and it was perfect.
I unzipped a small suitcase and retrieved the ring that Old Yanev had brought me as Chloe had slept the night before we arrived here.
We hadn’t sized her ring finger, but the jeweller had estimated the size from out visit the other day.
The ring contained two diamonds either side of the same coloured apatite stone that matched my Chloe’s eyes. Old Yanev had worked for nearly twenty-four hours to get the stones set into the gold band perfectly, and was paid extremely well for his time.
I took a deep breath and prepared to go back to my Chloe and make my proposal, but I realised I was still naked. Neither of us had been dressed since we bonded last night, but it seemed crass to propose when my cock was on show. So, I dug into my luggage and retrieved some underwear, before putting it on and heading back to where my flower girl sat expectantly on the bed.
I opened the box and showed her the ring. “Chloe my love, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife? Will you promise to swim naked with me after a stressful day? Will you promise to visit supply cupboards in community halls with me whenever there is a meeting? Will you….”
“Yes,” she laughed, “yes, I’ll marry you. But only if you promise to replace the cross in your cellar, and the horse thing. And get me a riding crop with a longer, softer tongue on the end.”
“Done!”
I picked up the ring and placed it on her finger. It was slightly too big, but Chloe insisted we keep it that way, as when she was busy working, her fingers often swelled. I resolved to get Yanev to make a replica a size smaller, just in case.
Epilogue
Chloe
Gregor had just proposed, and we were about to get ‘busy’, again, when his phone rang. I would have ignored it, but it was Sergei, and I wanted to know if he’d had any progress with my intruder.
Gregor put the phone on hands-free before saying, “Hello.”
At first, there was no answer, just rustling in the background, then we heard, “No, Boris, come down from there.”
“Sergei,” Gregor yelled, and this time, Sergei answered.
“Hello, Gregor. Do you have the handset on speakerphone? Is Chloe with you?” Sergei asked.
“Yes she is here, and Sergei, Chloe and I have recently bonded, and she has just agreed to become my wife, so we need to make this
phone call a quick one.”
“Ah, congratulations both of you. I have the perfect bonding gift for you, Chloe. I had a very interesting evening yesterday. There is much to tell you… Boris stop that…..”
“Sergei,” Gregor yelled, “Who is this Boris you keep shouting at?”
“Boris is my cat. I have claimed him as mine. Boris is normally very well behaved, but he does not appear to like flies. Chloe, I need to know whether you were fond of the curtains in your sitting room.”
“Yes. Why?” I asked.
“Well…. Boris was chasing the fly, trying to defend your home against the winged invader; and clawing his way up your curtains was the best way to do that. He is such a clever cat, but he has very sharp claws.”
“Sergei…don’t let him wreck my stuff. If he keeps running up the curtains, he’s going to have to go. He sounds feral.”
“He is not feral, Chloe, just very young. And he has an aversion to flies and bees, spiders, too.”
“Spiders,” I asked with a shudder, even the word making my skin crawl.
“Yes, he hates spiders. A big one ran out from under your sofa last night, and Boris caught it straight away. He did flick it around the floor for a moment after he had killed it, though, which was uncalled for. So I had to be stern with him and explain that playing with your prey was in bad taste. The one he killed in your bathroom this morning, he left straight away. So my Boris is learning to be a good cat.”
Sergei sounded so proud of this stray animal, but I was just grateful that he had killed the spiders that had been waiting on my return.
“Well, I suppose he can stay, I mean, if he’s a spider catcher, that is.”
“Sergei, did you just call to talk about your cat, or was there another reason?” Gregor asked.
“Well, it does have to do with Boris in a way. I went into the butcher’s yesterday to buy him some chicken, so I could cook it for him today. But as I stood in the queue, I recognised the same scent I had picked up off the intruder.
“There were two men in front of me, and it wasn’t either of them. But when the butcher came out of the back with a large cut of pork loin in his hands, I recognised it was him straight away.
“I knew that the butcher had upset Keeley at one of the meetings she’d been to a few weeks before, and I thought it was another reason to get her on my good side. So I called her and told her what I knew I had scented, and we waited in the back of Chloe’s shop until we saw the butcher lock up and start walking to his car.
“I used mind control to get him to come into Chloe’s flat and explain why he had been trespassing and how he had gotten in. He said he had been loosening bolts on her pipework to cause a leak. He caused damage to some of Chloe's electrical wiring, and had started a fire in her kitchen, amongst other things.”
“How had he gotten into her flat Sergei? Did he have a key?” Asked Gregor.
“No, he did not need one,” replied Sergei. “As the flats are upstairs in a row of terraced properties, their roof or attic spaces all follow each other. There is only a single row of wood panelling separating each roof, so all the butcher had to do was take the panels away to gain entry into Chloe’s flat.”
“But why?” I asked, dumbfounded. “Why would anyone want to do something like that.”
“Using mind control, Keeley got him to tell her why he wanted Chloe’s property. He said it was because he wanted to extend the pies and pastry side of his business, and make Chloe’s shop into a café. There wasn’t one in the village since the Tea Shop had closed down, so he said he thought it would be profitable. He wanted you to get so fed up of all the costly repairs on your property, that you would sell it to him cheap.”
“I can't believe it,” I said shaking my head. Gregor looked livid.
“Sergei, tell me you made the man suffer for this,” he said angrily.
“I compelled him to sell me his shops for less than a third of the market price, so as not to arouse suspicion.
“With my …. help, he made an appointment to see his solicitor to get the sale underway. I will gift them to Chloe in celebration of your bonding.”
“Thank you, Sergei,” I said, shocked and still quite upset that Dave Higgins, someone who had pretended to be my friend, could target me this way.
“You are most welcome, my darling Chloe.”
“Sergei, I feel this man Higgins, the butcher, has gotten off lightly,” Gregor snapped.
“On the contrary my friend. As I said, Keeley was with me when we apprehended this man. She made sure he would not only have to sell his businesses, but that he would also have to sell his home, which is on the lane just past the Night Movers Depot, because he would be too embarrassed to stay here.”
“What did she do?” I asked curiously as to what such a sweet woman such as Keeley could do to a despicable man like him.
“Using mind control again, Keeley told the butcher that his balls were itching because he had crabs, so he needed to keep scratching them. She told him to go into each of the local chemists and ask for the lotion to get rid of them, and to offer to show the staff where they were.
“She also told him that if anyone asked why he had sold the shop, he was to tell them he needed the money to fly to Thailand and pay for the penis extension he had always dreamed of, as his penis was no bigger than a discarded cigarette end.
“I added that he should make an announcement at the next council meeting that this was his plan, and that he should also do it in the Red Lion, too. It should make for good entertainment, I feel.”
“I will have to be satisfied with that I suppose, but I would still like to make him physically suffer,” Gregor said. “The fire and electrical problems he caused in Chloe’s flat could have killed her.”
“Oh, he is suffering physically,” said Sergei. “He was with us, at least, an hour before we let him go, and scratched his balls constantly in that time. When I saw him this morning, he was wincing when he scratched them; the man will need them bathing in ice if Keeley doesn’t reverse her compulsion in the next hour or so.”
“Good,” said Gregor, a little more appeased than he was before.
“Goodbye, my friends, and don’t get married without me being there. You know I deserve all the credit for getting you to bond so soon, although I will admit I had Viktor and Yuri’s help. Perhaps you could consider calling your firstborn son Sergei, in thanks for my help.”
Gregor shook his head and was about to say something when we heard, “Boris…. No…. Leave it alone….” And then the call ended.
“I can’t believe Dave did all that, Gregor. I was so upset after having to foot the bill for a lot of the repairs, that I did consider if it was all worth it. If I hadn’t come here, what would have been next?”
I felt sick to think he had been in my flat without my knowledge, poking through my things. Had he ever done it when I was there?
“Sshh, please Chloe, my anger is hard to contain as it is, and at this moment, I want to go and tear this man apart,” he said, taking me in his arms and holding me close.
I thought back to the rest of Sergei’s conversation, and I realised at the end, he had mentioned our firstborn. I hadn’t thought about it before, but since Gregor and I were bonded, we hadn’t used any contraception. We had made love quite a few times since we bonded. What if I got pregnant? Would Gregor want that so soon in our relationship? Would I?
“Gregor, now that we’ve bonded you could get me pregnant. I do want children, but I would like to spend some time with it just being me and you. We didn’t discuss it beforehand, but what if I end up pregnant?”
“I had forgotten,” he said as he placed his hand on my lower belly. “You could be with child now. My Child. Would you be disapointed, Chloe?”
“No,” I answered truthfully. “I wouldn’t be disappointed, but it would mean I’d be waddling down the aisle ready to give birth at our spring wedding. And I don’t think you’re supposed to fly after the six-month mark.”
“So, buy a bigger dress, and stay here, in St Petersburg.”
“What? No, Gregor. I want our day to be special.”
“It will be special, because it will be a celebration of our love. You are already mine, but marriage will cement our bond in a human way. You will become an Antonov, and in human law that is important. You own half of everything I have already, as we are now bonded, but a human marriage will confirm to all your family and friends that you love and value me enough to make a commitment to me, and I to you. If you happen to bring along another Antonov to the event then, so be it.”
“Another Demyon or Elizaveta?” I queried.
“You would do that? Name our child after my siblings?”
I nodded and smiled before adding, “Or Damian and Eliza. Whichever you prefer. But not Sergei.”
“No, definitely not Sergei,” huffed Gregor. Then he smiled and said, “There could only ever be one of him.”
THE END
Read on for the first two chapters in Sergei’s story.
Sergei’s story (title yet to be named) will be released in the summer 2016.
Sergei’s Story - Chapter One
The snow began to fall as we waited for the undertakers to bring the coffin into the church. I was struck by an odd sensation as I watched a young woman step out of a black funeral car. I began to study her closely, as the snowflakes settled on her halo of golden hair that was lifting with the cold winter breeze.
As befitting a funeral, she was dressed in black; her blue eyes glistened with tears and the skin around them was red and puffy. She gripped the hand of a small boy who looked dazed, maybe a little scared, as he looked around at the many people, watching them making their way into the church. Once again, an odd feeling came over me as I watched them take their seats, it was a feeling I couldn’t decipher, but felt profoundly, nonetheless.
