by Zara Novak
Water came down as a hot torrent, instantly filling the walk-in shower with steam and comforting heat. They were on each other in an instant, bodies crushing together, lips tangled in a long and slow kiss. He worked his way down to the crook between her neck and shoulder, squeezing her ass in both his hands, tugging his hips against her stomach as his lips kissed her.
“You bewitch me,” she said, giggling as he pushed her back against the cool tiles. His hand brushed up her leg, found her warm pussy and slipped inside. Her body opened in response. “Oh Jack…” she soothed. “Fuck me. Jack…”
He brought her to a quick and heavy orgasm, her voice echoing across the shower space while the hot water came down upon their bodies. Her fingers clawed against his back, desperately trying to hold onto something as his strong hands turned her to a trembling mess.
It took a while to get past the distraction that was each other, but they eventually managed to wash each other off, lathering one another from head to toe, removing the sweet coats of sweat that covered their bodies from their earlier entanglement.
Once they were out the shower they went back to the bedroom to dry off. Jack lay on the bed with a towel draped over his body, reading a magazine he’d found in the bedside cabinet. Ellie sat at the vanity table, drying her hair in the mirror. When she was done she disappeared from the room and came back in a few minutes later, wearing a white t-shirt and a pair of pink panties. Jack looked up from his magazine, nearly knocking the towel off his waist as his cock sprung to life.
“Where did you get that?” he asked slowly, dragging his eyes up and down her body. The white t-shirt she was wearing was barely long enough to cover her ass, which meant that her legs and underwear were his to ogle. The fabric was thin, see-through, and he could make out her breasts underneath, focusing on those hardening points.
“There’s a walk-in wardrobe through that other door. There was a note saying we’re free to take whatever we want. You should take a look. There’s loads in there. I’m just wearing what felt comfortable.”
Comfortable? You look like a fucking angel walking on earth.
She laughed nervously, looking down at herself. “What’s the matter? You’re looking at me all funny again. Is this too shabby?”
He shook his head, throwing the magazine onto the floor beside him. “Definitely not shabby. To be honest… I’m struggling. I need to hold back and let you take your time, but all I want to do is fuck the life out of you.”
Her eyes widened at the admission, and a goofy grin filled her face. Adorable. “Wait. This?” She looked down. “This does it for you?”
He gave a primal grunt and nodded, struggling to contain himself. “You could put a potato sack on darling and I’d still want to fuck you senseless.”
Ellie pushed her tongue against the inside of her cheek, rolled her eyes up and cocked her brow as if she was plotting something. She twirled a finger through her hair, padded across the carpet and climbed onto the bed, resting at its end on her knees, one hand clutched on the bedpost beside her. “What if I don’t want to wait?” she said playfully.
“We have to,” he said, his cock aching in painful protest. “Too much too soon could hurt you.”
She shuffled forward again, ripped his towel from around his waist and threw it onto the floor behind her. “But what about a little tease? Surely that would be fine?” Her hand found his thigh and she rolled him onto his back, shuffled up his legs and stopped on his thighs. He looked up at her and tensed his cock, feeling it drip against his stomach.
Tease? He wasn’t sure he could take that. Whatever it meant.
She bent down, took his cock in her hands and started pumping slowly. “What if I just want a little taste? You wouldn’t deny me of that would you?”
Jack’s gaze turned up to the ceiling as her mouth sank over the top of his cock. He spread his arms out wide, bunching fabric into his palms. She dipped her head down halfway along his shaft and pulled up again, kissing his tip and licking pre-cum from his slit. His cock went hard as molten rock. She pumped faster and dipped her head down again.
His hips lunged up from the bed, ass clenched tight as his cock longed to be buried deep inside of her. She bobbed up and down on his cock, swirling her tongue around his thick head, rapidly coating his juices over his base with her hand. She pushed her hips against his legs, grinding her pussy against him. She was already wet. Her panties were soaked again.
Good lord Ellie, he thought. How could he keep himself away from this? How could he deny this fucking perfect angel?
She sank her head onto his cock, humming pleasure through her nose as she fucked him with her mouth. One hand pumped up and down the bottom half of his shaft while the other slipped under her panties, slicking between her slit in time with her strokes.
Within a minute the pressure built inside of him, threatening to spill from his balls and erupt up his shaft like a volcano. He tensed at the thought, his chest raced up and down, his body stiffened. “I’m gonna come baby,” he said through hissing breath. “I’m gonna fucking come!”
She tore her mouth away for a brief second before closing in on him again. “Fill me Jack. Fill me!”
His cock erupted with a plume of molten love, tightening and tensing a dozen times before he was done. She kept her lips clamped firmly around him the whole while, drank him down and held his cock held tight in her hand, moaning her approval through her nose.
When she was sure he was done she sucked her lips all the way to his tip slowly and sat up straight, rolling her lips together and humming with her eyes closed, lost in a lust drunk haze that filled them both with happiness. “I like the way you taste,” she said after a minute, opening her eyes to look down at him. She bent down to meet him, and they kissed long and hard. He pulled his hands around her ass and squeezed, tugging her against him. His cock began to harden again, always wanting more of her.
She sat up a little, eyes closed and mouth moaning, pushing her damp panties against his hard iron. “Jack… fuck. You want more?”
Her scent lifted through the air and he breathed it in deep. Her arousal was the sweetest scent to him. He’d rip down walls for it. He’d kill for it. “I want to taste you again,” he said, voice purring like some wild beast. It had been too long since he was last between those legs. It was too long since he last tasted that sweet salt of her heavenly nectar.
They flipped positions in one swift movement. The fastness of it startled her, causing her to shriek and laugh in surprise as Jack flipped her onto her back. Before she could realize it, he was down on his knees, his lips soldered against her damp panties. She reached one hand up and grabbed the headboard, gasping silent gratitude for what she was about to experience.
He wrapped his hands around her panties, rolled them down her legs and crouched back down again to press his lips against that delicious pink heaven. He dragged his tongue up her dripping line slowly, smiling to himself as he heard her shaking moans overhead. Her thighs trembled. Her body shook. She was his. And no one else’s.
Time blurred between them as their physical affection heightened. They forgot their surroundings, their place, they lost all sense of self. The only thing that mattered between them was joining their bodies. The only thing they wanted was to answer the endless burning that rolled underneath their skin.
Seconds seemed to slip into minutes, and minutes seemed to slip into hours. They twisted and turned, took turns giving pleasure to one another, coming up for air and diving back down once more only to do it all over again. It was as if their souls had slipped from their bodies and ascended into some ethereal realm containing only love and pleasure.
The first disturbance came only many hours later, when a distant knocking sound was heard at the door. Jack, who was perched over Ellie on the bed, pulled his lips from hers and felt a red-hot aggression boiling through his veins. Who dared disturb them? Who dared disturb this time with his mate?
“Who is it?” Ellie said, speaking through wo
rdless breaths after an intense session of slow love making.
“To hell with them,” Jack said as he pushed his lips back to her breast. “It’s not important.”
The rapid knocking at the door several moments later seemed to indicate it was important. Jack tore himself from Ellie once more and jumped up to his feet, cursing the idiot that was stupid enough to disturb their alone time. He pulled on a pair of jeans and stalked out of the bedroom, telling Ellie that he would be right back.
Jack flew down the stairs and found himself at the front door in a moment’s notice, he threw it open, ready to snarl at the unwelcome intruder and found himself staring at Garret, the blacksmith from the village. The sight took Jack by surprise a little, and he reared back slightly.
“Garret? What are you doing here?”
“Morning lad,” Garret said in his deep and rumbling voice. One hand twisted the end of his long red beard while the other hung in the air at his side. “Been wondering where you’ve been. You never turned up for that shift.”
“Shift?” Jack said, finding faint recollection in the word. Realization hit him a moment later as memories of the world outside their bedroom came back. “Shift! Fuck. Sorry Garret. I’ve been…” He paused, wondering how to explain his absence. “I’ve been…”
The visiting vampire looked into the wide black eyes of his prospective student and huffed a laugh. A look of understanding passed over his face. “You… you don’t have to explain. I’ve seen that look before. You’ve got the eyes of a vampire in calling.”
Jack turned his head at the words. “I… I do?”
Garret gave a slight chuckle. “Sure do. I’ve seen it enough times in my life to recognize it when I see it. Who’s the lucky lady? Hope you’ve strapped that bed down tight.”
A nervous laugh came back from Jack in reply. He brushed a hand over the back of his head and straightened up. “Look, Garret, I’m sorry I didn’t show up for the shift. I know it doesn’t look good, what with it being my first shift and all. I promise I’m not like that. I just lost track of time, I’ve been preoccupied with… other things…”
The bearded vampire gave a hearty chuckle. “I can imagine you have. I’ll let you off this once, seeing as it’s a rare occasion. I’ve never experienced the calling myself, but from what I hear it’s a mighty hard thing to ignore. I’m not sure I’d want a vampire working for me that could ignore something like that.”
Jack smiled, but he had to ask. “I’m sorry, but what do you mean by calling?”
“Some vampires have other words for it. Calling. Mating. Bonding. It was your eyes that gave it away. Your teeth as well. It’s what happens when vampires make a physical bond with a mate for the first time. Don’t get me wrong… I’ve had plenty of throwaway sex. The girls in this town love a big strong blacksmith.” He leaned forward and nudged Jack with his elbow. “But I’ve never experienced the calling. Must say you’re a lucky fucker. Hope you treat her right.”
“Uh… thanks,” Jack said back. “I still got the job then?”
“If you want it,” Garret said with a gruff nod, looking down at a watch on his wrist. “Sun will be up soon so there’s another twenty hours before I open shop. It would be good to see you at the next shift, but I’ll understand if you’re not done. These things can take some time.”
Jack glanced outside at the dawn blushed sky and pulled back inside quickly. “Jesus. It’s nearly morning?”
“That it is,” the blacksmith laughed. “I guess your sense of time has lost priority to other things. Just come and visit me when you can lad. No grudges held.” With that Garret gave Jack a mighty slap on the shoulder, turned from the doorway and left. Jack shut the door slowly and made his way back upstairs. Ellie looked back at him from the bed.
“What was it?”
“Garret, from the metal shop in town. He wanted to know why I didn’t turn up for my shift.”
Ellie sat up. “Oh God. Jack. I made you late. Can you still make it?”
Laughing, he shook his head and nodded over to the window. “Not unless Garret likes to work under the sun. I’m seven hours late, Ellie. We must have really lost track of time up here.”
Ellie looked as stunned at the revelation as Jack. She sat forward, pulled a blanket over her torso and propped her brows up. “Wow… I didn’t realize we’d been…”
At it that long? Jack thought. He laughed and nodded. “Yeah, I guess we might have got a little carried away.” Not that he was complaining of course. He’d happily do it all again in a heartbeat. He sat down on the bed next to Ellie, brushed a strand of hair from her face and kissed her cheek.
“I like getting carried away with you,” she said, beaming as she said the words. “I hope we can do more of it.”
“Me too.” He smiled and laced his hand with hers. Garret’s interruption had knocked the wind from their sails a little and their momentum felt as if it had pulled back. “What do you say we have a look around the rest of the house and maybe fix you up some food?”
“Sounds good.” She smiled. “I can always head into the village and get supplies for us should we need anything.”
With that they both dressed properly and looked at the rest of the quaint cottage. The rest of the home was just as wholesome and cozy. It turned out that a supply run wasn’t necessary, as a quick inspection of the kitchen stores revealed that the house was well stocked. The fridge was full of fresh food. The cupboards were packed with supplies. There was even a secondary fridge that held a suitable supply of blood for Jack.
The day was spent refueling and recouping together. They talked, relaxed, laughed about things and lost track of time once more, staring into each other’s eyes idly while the world turned outside, growing darker with each passing hour.
The sun set at the edge of the world, and as it did the twinkling lights of Skarvast turned on once more. As the air grew dark and cold the many inhabitants of the quaint little town filled into the streets once more, resuming their nightly rituals of work and play. Ellie and Jack decided to venture back into the village again. They wanted to look around together this time. There was a well of curiosity flowing through Ellie. She had a strange desire to learn about this new way of life. Her upbringing in The Order had never prepared her for this. Vampire’s weren’t civilized. They couldn’t love. All they knew was greed and hate. If the twinkling lights and happy faces of Skarvast citizens was anything to go off, it seemed the Order’s lessons hadn’t been entirely honest.
They walked back into the large square at the center of the town and spent some time wondering around idly, arms linked as they observed the new world. Ellie got the sense that Jack wasn’t really the settling down type. He struck her as a wanderer. Someone that roamed wherever the feeling took them. She wondered if his staying here might drive him slightly mad, but his first impressions by all accounts were only positive.
“I got to admit,” he said as they took a break on a bench to watch villagers in the ice rink, “I kind of like it here. I was annoyed at first when I found out the passage into the mountains is blocked. I’ve still got that picture burning in my mind and feel like I have to go there. It feels like the urgency has eased off a little though. The pressure has lifted. I have to say… it’s kind of nice.”
She stared into his eyes, lost herself in his deep gaze and smiled. They hadn’t spoke of the prophecy to each other since meeting with Kara the other day. In a way it had been nice just to forget who they were. She’d certainly been enjoying their time together. Jack might still feel some strange desire to head north and go looking for lost castles, but she was happy to forget about all that for now. As they sat there the idea came to her that maybe all the prophecy business was nonsense anyway. Sure, she seemed to bare a mark that resembled a spiral, and it had made her cross paths with a Belmont vampire, but maybe underneath all that they were just two ordinary people who were looking for someone.
Couldn’t it just be that simple? Couldn’t they just find their own pr
ivate corner of the world and forget about all that other stuff that was happening?
“Hey,” Jack said, tugging on her arm. He lifted his hand and pointed at a tall building across the square. “Check it out, The Royal Oak. Isn’t that where Natalie said she was staying with Rourke? Want to go over and say hi?”
The old inn at the middle of the town square was as cozy as it was ancient. The low ceilings were crossed with sagging wooden rafters, and the stonework floor was suitably scuffed from several centuries of footfall. The place had a charm to it however and judging from the number of people inside it was a popular destination within the village.
“Where do you reckon they’d be?” Jack said as he looked around the crowded room of drinking vampires. Ellie’s eyes shot to the bar and saw Natalie immediately. She was stood behind the bar serving drinks.
“There’s Natalie,” she said, tugging at Jack to follow her. As they approached the bar Natalie spotted Ellie and ducked around to meet her friend with another enthusiastic hug.
“You made it! I was wondering where you two got to! Rourke was worried you’d been sent to Radst with Monica and the rest of her cronies.”
“Radst?” Ellie said, watching as Natalie ducked back behind the bar.
“Yeah, Radst. It’s another village about an hour east. Skarvast is a passive settlement, so most Supers aren’t allowed to stay here unless they can prove they can behave. Kara was nice enough to let Rourke and I stay, but most of the other Valentine vampires got sent to Radst, including Monica. They’re free to come and visit during nightfall, but they can’t stay over.”
Ellie almost felt like laughing. She knew that a vampire as wild as Monica would have looked out of place in a quaint village like Skarvast. “I bet Monica took that well.”
Natalie rolled her eyes. “There was a temper tantrum to say the least, but Kara has a loyal following. Monica didn’t kick up too much of a fuss when she realized she was outnumbered. Where did you guys get to last night? We were expecting you.”
