by Taft, J L
“Then what are you doing here, Fiona?” he asked.
He released her suddenly and she stumbled. His hands balled into fists and he smashed them both into the wooden dresser against the wall. It splintered and broke into a million pieces, scattering all over the room.
Fiona ducked her head just as several pieces flew toward her. The door to the bedroom slammed open and Eve was standing there, her eyes big with surprise.
Trent turned and glared at his grandmother.
“Leave us,” he told her in a low voice.
“Trent…”
“Leave us!” he bellowed.
Fiona pleaded with her eyes for Eve to leave. She turned on her heel and disappeared.
Trent faced her then.
“Well, Fiona, you got what you wanted,” he said as he sat heavily on the bed.
“What do you mean?” she asked, wanting to go to him but afraid of how he would respond.
“You wanted me out of your life. I’m a vamp and you’re a hunter. I guess that ends what little of a relationship we had.”
This wasn’t what she expected. She had pushed him away because she didn’t want him to end up dead. But that danger was past. He was dead but he wasn’t. He was stronger now and didn’t have the mortality that had held her back.
She wanted him in her life and she suddenly realized it didn’t matter what he was. Even if he was a vamp they were still connected. The last three weeks had been so miserable without him.
She had to try to make him understand.
“Trent,” she said as she knelt on the floor in front of him. “All I could see was the blood, your blood, spilling onto the ground and I realized that nothing else matters but us.”
“What are you saying, Fiona?”
“I don’t want to live without you, Trent. I love you.”
She didn’t know how else to explain it to him. All she knew was that she couldn’t lose him now.
He stared down at her silently. Slowly he reached for her hand and laced their fingers.
“It doesn’t matter to you what I am now?”
“I only wanted to keep you away because I knew you would get hurt.”
He smiled down at her.
“That doesn’t seem to be an issue anymore,” she told him.
His mouth descended on hers and she met him halfway. The kiss was potent and his fangs grazed her lips. His fingers tangled in her hair and pulled her closer. She moaned into his mouth and her nipples tingled with want.
Abruptly he pushed her away and stood.
“My throat is on fire,” he said as he rubbed it, trying to ease the pain.
She knew what she had to do. Locking the door to his room, she pushed his desk in front of it. She didn’t know how this would go and she didn’t want Eve to barge in and end up hurt.
“You need to feed, Trent.”
Sitting on the bed, she took her shirt off and held her hand out to him.
He shook his head. “I can’t, what if I hurt you or I can’t stop?”
“You won’t hurt me.”
“I’m glad you have faith because I don’t.” But he came and sat down beside her.
She moved her hair to the side and exposed her neck to him. He growled and moved in closer, running his nose along her collarbone.
“You smell so amazing,” he grumbled.
His tongue snaked out and ran a long line from her collarbone to her ear. She shivered and goose bumps broke out along her arms.
Without warning his fangs sank into her neck. There was a sharp sting of pain and then bliss as he began to suck. The warm rivulets of blood ran down her shoulder and she sagged against him.
He made low, contented noises in the back of his throat as he drank from her. She felt each suck like a thrust of his cock in her pussy and she suddenly knew why the women preyed on by vamps never screamed.
She gripped his arms and her nails sank in as she came hard, a groan ripping from her throat. Her body went limp and he caught her in his arms before she could slide boneless to the floor.
He lifted his head from her neck and she knew he had taken a little more than he should have. She was suddenly so tired.
“Lick it closed,” she whispered before her eyes drifted shut and sleep took over.
Fiona woke hours later, groggy and disoriented. Opening her eyes, she stared up into the red gaze of Trent. He had his arms around her and was cradling her gently in his lap.
Moonlight streamed in through the one window. She smiled up at him and laid her hand on his cheek.
“Your scars are gone,” she whispered as she ran her fingers over the newly smooth skin.
“Are you sure you didn’t tell me you love me just because of my pretty face?” he asked with a smile.
“Actually I’m going to miss them. They were a part of you and I love all of you.”
He smiled down at her and she felt that same flash of white-hot desire she always had with him. Nothing had changed between them.
“Are you okay?” he asked. “I didn’t hurt you?”
“No, I’m fine.”
“Good,” he said as he laid her down on the bed and came down on top of her. Her clothes disappeared as he ripped them off her. He moved away for a brief second and then was on her again, both of them naked.
He kissed her deep and hard, his tongue invading her mouth. She let him take, knowing he needed her, needed to know he could still feel the same way.
He wedged his hips between her legs and when he wasn’t satisfied with that, used his hands to spread her farther.
Giving her no time to adjust herself, he thrust home deep inside her. They no longer had to worry about an unwanted pregnancy, so there wasn’t any barrier between them. Her body arched and he groaned low above her.
“I was worried it wouldn’t be the same, but it’s even better than I remember,” he said close to her ear.
“Mmmmm,” was all she could get out.
He began to move. Thrusting long and deep, he picked up the pace and drove her to the edge of exploding with a few well-placed plunges.
Leaning down, he sucked one hard, peaked breast into his mouth. When she felt the twin pricks of his fangs she came hard around his cock.
He bellowed and she felt his seed coat her walls deep inside. He held firm within her as she clamped and released around him.
When he finally pulled out he smiled down at her.
As she smiled back up at him she felt for the first time that everything was falling into place and she was going to be able to keep the man of her dreams by her side, forever.
About J L Taft
J L Taft believes that variety is the spice of life. The love of a good man is irreplaceable and that determination will get you anywhere you want to go.
She lives in upstate New York with her husband, daughter and two dogs. She has a large extended family that provides her with a constant source of amusement and inspiration.
She spends her days glued to her laptop with her head in the clouds. When she isn’t writing she can be found reading, gardening, listening to Trans-Siberian Orchestra and enjoying great Finger Lakes wine.
J L welcomes comments from readers. You can find her website and email addresses on her author bio page at www.ellorascave.com.
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