When Desmond walked through the door to the bedroom, he found the bed empty and a moment of pure panic hit him - until he noticed the sound of the shower running. With a smile, he set the plate and glass down on the bedside table, unbuttoned his pants and dropped them to the floor - heading for the bathroom. As he walked through the door, he heard Abby singing softly and was instantly taken by the sheer beauty of her voice. It was soft and melodic and absolutely entrancing - the true lilting sound of a fey.
He leaned against the doorframe and listened quietly for several moments before walking over and gently pulling back the curtain. He stepped in behind her and smiled.
“Is there room for one more?” he asked and Abby nodded. He wrapped his arms around her, his chest to her back and kissed her neck. “You didn’t stay put,” he murmured, his lips traveling up and down her skin in the most delicious way.
Abby leaned back against him and sighed. “The thought of a nice hot shower was just too tempting to resist.”
“You could have at least waited for me,” he admonished gently, his hands sliding up her belly to the soft swells of her breasts -still slick with soap. He cupped them lovingly, his thumbs teasing her nipples as his tongue traced her ear.
Her nipples hardened instantly and she moaned softly as she felt his steely length pressing against her backside - demanding to be noticed. Damn he felt good – she thought with a grin. “You’re here now,” she whispered huskily, her breathing speeding up as it always seemed to do when Desmond was near her.
“You have a beautiful singing voice,” he murmured, his teeth gently nipping her shoulder as his hands continued to caress her – leaving a trail of white hot heat wherever they happened to venture.
“I do?” she asked in surprise as she arched her back slightly, pressing her breasts more firmly into his skilled hands. “I must have been zoned out. I didn’t even realize that I was singing.”
“You were,” he replied, his attention going back to her earlobe and tugging at it gently with his teeth. “And it was lovely.”
“You must be completely tone deaf,” she laughed.
“Actually, my hearing is quite exceptional.”
She turned to face him - her arms sliding up his chest and fastening themselves firmly around his neck. She leaned up on her toes and kissed him - lightly at first, but with a growing hunger. “Among other things,” she whispered against his lips, her teeth tugging at his bottom lip playfully. His response was immediate and he pulled her closer - his tongue possessively exploring her mouth as he tilted his head slightly, so that he could deepen their kiss.
Abby’s hand slid down his neck to his chest then traveled to his belly, and finally her fingers wrapped around the shaft of his erection, causing Desmond to shiver. She tightened her hold ever so slightly as she moved her hand in slow, easy strokes up and down his rock hard shaft as she squeezed him gently.
“My God, woman,” he groaned into her mouth - his hips thrusting to meet her strokes. “You are going to kill me… again.”
Abby smiled against his lips, loving the way he reacted to her. Never before had she affected someone as much as she seemed to affect this man, nor had anyone ever affected her this way. Being with Desmond was utter bliss, on levels that she could never have ever dreamed of. He was kind and considerate and just one look from him could set her body trembling with desire.
“I would never,” she cooed softly as she slid down his body and took him into her mouth, her tiny hand still squeezing him as her mouth worked it’s magic. Her tongue slid slowly along his shaft and around his tip which was throbbing harshly.
“Christ,” Desmond moaned, plunging his hand into her hair as he pulled her closer. Her warm mouth on him was driving him to the brink and he knew that he wouldn’t last long – not with her tormenting him as she was. God, her lips felt so damn amazing – he was feeling like a gangly, green teenager.
In the next instant Desmond lifted her up by her arms and backed her up against the back of the shower - the tip of his manhood at her hot, wet opening.
Abby gasped, wrapping her legs around him as she tried to join them, but Desmond only shook his head as his mouth took and ravaged hers. “Not yet, sweetness,” he growled - his mouth turning up in a devilish smile.
He lifted her higher, as if she were weightless and took her nipple into his mouth lavishing it with sweet attention.
Abby’s hands clutched his shoulders - her fingers digging into his smooth skin as she chewed her bottom lip, already feeling that delicious tightening her belly. After what seemed to be an eternity of sweet torture – his lips left her breast and he lowered her, sliding deep inside.
“Des,” she breathed, burying her face in the curve of his neck - her body trembling in the most wonderful way. Holy Hell, what this man could do to her she thought with a groan.
Desmond moved his hips slowly, delighting in the feel of this woman in his arms. He wanted to prolong this ecstasy for as long as possible, although he knew that he would never have his fill of her. She was like a drug that he just couldn’t get enough of – she was his addiction. An opiate running through his bloodstream that could never be purged. There was no rehab for her. Her passion, beauty and honesty were breaking down the walls that he had spent decades building, and he realized with a smile that he didn’t care. Let the walls come tumbling down! He needed this – wanted it, with a yearning that he hadn’t felt in centuries! Who the hell was he kidding, he thought with a grin – he had never felt this way with anyone. Even before he had been turned, no one had even come close to firing his blood as this beautiful creature in his arms did.
With that thought in mind, he began to thrust his hips faster and heard Abby moan against his neck, her arms wrapping themselves tightly around his broad shoulders – holding him close. Abby was trying desperately to catch her breath as her orgasm built up a crescendo around her - hitting every nerve ending in her body with indescribable pleasure. “Oh God,” she cried, her body tightening up around him, “now Des,” she gasped - and as if on cue, she felt him reach his own climax, driving himself into her hard – a growl passing through his clenched teeth.
Desmond’s arms tightened around her as his body tensed and her name passed from his lips as if it were some sacred mantra. There were no words to describe the utter euphoria he felt and his entire body trembled from the force of it as his seed spilled into her – almost bringing him to his knees. And he found himself wondering how it was that instead of satisfying his needs - she was only intensifying them.
It was as if he would never get enough of her…ever! That each time he touched her – took her, it only served to whet his appetite for her – and each time was more intense than the last. Christ! At the rate they were going, he would be a pile of boneless mush in no time. He threw back the shower curtain and stepped out - Abby still wrapped around him and reluctantly withdrew from her warmth and set her down. Reaching for a towel, he tenderly dried her off - then wrapped another securely around her.
She could only stand there and watch in complete awe as he hastily dried himself off, wrapped a towel around his perfectly tapered waist and gazed at her – his eyes dark and smoldering. “I’m sure your breakfast has gotten cold,” he said, running his fingers gently through her damp hair. She shrugged - not caring in the least.
“Come,” he murmured, taking her by the hand and leading her into the bedroom.
“Oh Lord,” she groaned- her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have! More times than I could possibly count, and I really, truly believe that if I did so again - it would seriously kill me. And you accused me of trying to kill you!” She finished with a snort.
Desmond’s head whipped around as his eyes met hers – completely stunned. This woman never ceased to amaze him.
Finally his lips lifted up into that earth-shattering grin. “Why Miss Montgomery,” he chided, trying hard not to laugh. “I do believe you are mistaken. I was merely requesting that you follow me. Although, we could always
test out your theory if you would care to.” The smile he gave her was predatory and utterly lecherous and she felt a tingle run up her spine – not to mention that ever present heat whenever he was near.
Abby burst out laughing and Desmond found the sound absolutely enchanting. My God, he thought in amazement - how could one person be so damn perfect?
“Are you trying to kill me, Mr. LaGrange?” She asked haughtily - trying desperately to look stern - but failing miserably. This was just too much fun. The look of surprise on his face was priceless.
“Absolutely not,” he replied, leaning forward and capturing her lips in a quick, but firm kiss. “I am merely curious. A downfall of mine, I admit – but I guess now is not the time to put it to the test. I really don’t want anything to happen to you,” he admitted softly, his eyes holding hers with an intense heat. “Now, eat.” He finally commanded – his lips still turned up in a smile and she dutifully walked across the room – but not before throwing him a cool wink over her shoulder and making sure that she swayed her hips a little more than usual. His soft groan was answer enough that she had gotten it right and she giggled happily.
Abby sat down on the edge of the bed and ate her breakfast. Even cold, it was fantastic and once again his culinary skills impressed her.
She watched as Desmond gathered up clean clothes and began to dress, showing no inhibition around her what so ever, and she found herself growing warm all over again. This all seemed so natural - so disturbingly… right.
She pushed the thought aside, not liking where her train of thought was taking her. It would be so easy to imagine a life with Desmond. Much too easy - and Abby knew without a doubt that he felt a loyalty towards her that only had to do with her heritage. The rest… well -that was most likely just a way to pass the time for him – besides, hadn’t she been the one who had seduced him? And hadn’t Luke said that the man had practically lived like a monk? The vamp was probably suffering from a severe case of blue-balls, she thought darkly.
When Desmond finished dressing, he turned to find Abby deep in thought, her brows knit together. “Love?” he questioned, walking over to her and running his finger along her jaw. “Is there something troubling you?”
“No… not at all.” She sighed, deciding that she was done questioning everything. She was just going to enjoy being with him for however long she had. She gave him a smile and stood. “I’d better get dressed. Breakfast was wonderful by the way…thank you. It still astounds me what a great cook you are.”
“As I said before, I have many talents.” He laughed and Abby blushed – thinking of how true that was! “I was thinking,” Desmond said, grabbing one of the shopping bags and handing it to her. “It’s rather overcast today, how would you like to go out for a walk?”
“Really,” she breathed, her emerald eyes lighting up in a way that Desmond found utterly enchanting – not to mention distracting. They were the greenest eyes he had ever seen and they would have taken his breath away – that is, if he had needed to breathe.
“If you would like - we could hike a bit in the woods.” He said with a grin, loving the way her eyes danced with excitement at the prospect of being outside. She was truly showing her fey side.
“Oh, Desmond, that would be wonderful. But… wait. Are you sure that you’ll be ok?” she asked - instantly worried for him - which only caused another chink to crack in his armor.
“I will be perfectly fine,” he assured her - taking her hand and lifting it to his lips where he gently kissed each of her fingertips before kissing her palm. “It’s overcast, we’ll be in the woods and fear not - as added protection I’ll even wear sunscreen. Is that all to your satisfaction, my pet?”
She nodded happily and grabbed the sweater from the bag he had handed her. Throwing off the towel, she pulled the sweater over her head then grabbed a pair of panties from another and finally the jeans she had worn the day before.
Desmond watched her - heat spreading through him. Damn, this woman fired his blood as no other ever had. She was soft and curvy and absolutely delightful – and he found himself having a difficult time concentrating when she was near.
When she had put on her socks and boots she walked over to him and wrapped her arms around his waist. “Thank you,” she whispered, turning her face up to look into his eyes.
“For what?” he asked - his lips lightly feathering across hers.
“Everything,” she answered softly - before leaning up on her toes and deepening their kiss.
After a moment, Desmond pulled back - his mouth turning up. “You keep that up,” he murmured huskily, pushing his growing erection against her hip suggestively, “and we won’t make it for that walk.”
“You, Mr. LaGrange - are insatiable,” she laughed –although her own voice had lowered an octave or two.
“You have no idea, sweetness,” he replied, that grin stealing across his mouth.
Chapter 7
As they walked out of the house and towards the woods, Desmond took Abby’s hand in his – intertwining their fingers - and she was again instantly struck by how normal this all seemed. The feel of her hand in his was such a wonderful, simple pleasure that she found it slightly unsettling. Her heart clenched in her chest as realization hit her full force. In just a few short days, her life had changed completely.
She was falling absolutely, completely in love with a Vampire – a Vampire for God’s sake, she thought with a start - and realized that there was not a damn thing she could do about it. This man was what dreams were made of, and there was no way to stop the onslaught of feelings rushing at her. She was falling in love with everything about him. His kindness, his compassion – the way he talked, the way he made her feel when he touched her. She was tumbling heart first into an abyss that there was no avoiding - or no returning from. She was completely lost.
She knew without a doubt that her heart would be shredded by this man beyond repair once he felt his duty to her was over - but that would be something she would have to deal with when the time came. These days spent with Desmond had been the happiest she had ever experienced, and she wanted to cherish them. And it wasn’t just the physical aspect – although that was definitely spectacular -she thought with a shiver -no, it was that she thoroughly enjoyed being with him. He was warm and considerate and funny and just…everything she never thought a man could be.
When he had opened himself up to her and told her of his mother’s betrayal, she realized with a painful twist of her heart that there was no going back. She was way beyond reigning in her feelings. She had felt a deep need to comfort and protect him, as if he were hers -and she swallowed back the lump that was forming in her throat with difficulty. She desperately needed to remember that he wasn’t hers – and never would be. She would grow old and wither away and he would live forever. He would make sure she was safe – then go on with his life as she would need to go on with hers - although, that seemed an unlikely possibility. How could she go on without him?
She glanced up at him and was once again taken by the absolute beauty of this man. His strong chiseled jaw and straight nose would put any Greek God to shame - not to mention those damn eyes of his. He was perfection personified in every single aspect of his being – and Abby couldn’t help but curse that life just wasn’t fair.
“You are quiet, little one,” he said softly - breaking into her thoughts.
“I was just thinking how nice it is to be out in the fresh air. I’ve missed this.” Desmond looked down at her and realized that she was not being truthful. Something was definitely troubling her – he could feel it.
He had tried to read her - but her damn fey blood made it impossible. Her thoughts were hidden from him. “Abby,” he began, but an excited greeting stopped him.
“Des!” A young man called, running up to them, his face set in a wide smile. “Hey!”
“Hello, Caleb.”
“You must be Abby,” he said, extending his hand out to her. “I’m Caleb. It’s very nice
to meet you. Luke has told me all about you.”
Abby took the boys hand and smiled warmly. My God, she thought, her eyes widening in surprise – he seemed so young. “It’s nice to meet you too, Caleb.”
“I was just making the rounds,” he explained. “What are you guys up to?”
“Abby and I were just going for a walk.”
“Are you sure it’s safe?” he asked, his expression growing concerned, “I mean - the rest of the pack is around and all…”
He stopped when Desmond reassuringly laid his hand on the boys shoulder. “No worries, Caleb,” he said, smiling broadly, “I believe I will be able to take care of Abby if the need arises.” The boy nodded emphatically - his awe of Desmond quite apparent, and Abby couldn’t help but commiserate with the gangly teen. Talk about your case of hero worship. The poor kid was positively beaming - but then again, Abby thought with a shake of her head – who could blame him? The damn vampire was perfect.
“Ok, then. Well …if you need anything… I’ll be around.” With that he trotted off, looking back over his shoulder to wave. “It was really nice meeting you Abby!” He called, and she waved back at him with a smile.
“He’s just a baby,” Abby whispered when Caleb had disappeared.
“Seventeen,” Desmond offered, once again beginning to walk towards the path in the woods. “He has only been able to shift for about a year,” he explained - and Abby was thankful for the interruption.
She knew Desmond was about to press her as to why she was so uncharacteristically quiet and she didn’t want to have to lie to him – but there was no purpose of trying to explain her feelings – not when she really didn’t even want to think about them herself – or the pain she was sure they were going to cause her.
“How does it happen?” she asked, hoping to keep the conversation on the subject of Werewolves 101.
He glanced down at her - his eyes locking with and holding hers. He seemed about to say something, then shook his head slightly with a shrug. “At sixteen, during the first full moon after their birthday, they change. If they are lucky, they have a pack that prepares them - teaches them to transform at their own will.”
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