by J. E Hanson
“I want to warn you now, Christian. I’m extremely overprotective of my one and only granddaughter. She’s all that I have left, and I don’t want to lose her. I would be upset, if something were to ever happen to her.”
“I love her too, but nothing will ever happen to her, this I can promise you.”
Saber pulls me away from Christian long enough to hug me and kiss my cheeks. “I will hold you to that promise. Next time, you call me if you’re in trouble like this ever again. I love to fight every now and then. This would have been one of those rare occasions, to dial my number.”
Alexander plunges his sword into the ground. “We made that mistake, and we will not repeat it either.”
Papa nods at Alexander, and turns to face me. “I never thought you would be so much like me. You’re more of a vampire than my own son was. This is a moment of great pride for me. I’m extremely proud of you, granddaughter.”
Leo and Sam flew off, to find where the break is. I help the others with torching body parts that are everywhere.
Ian points at my shirt. “Remind me, to never piss you off.”
“Ian, I need a shower.”
“You make killing rogues hot as of late. You need to stop wearing white though. I believe that color is hazardous to your health. You seem to attract rogues, when you wear white.”
My ivory shirt is now red and a tarry obsidian color.
Zane points at my chin. “You’re a messy newborn,” Zane laughs, as I give him my evil stare, and he continues, “I will shut my mouth now, Princess. It looks like you found out, what else your fangs can do.”
I continue to relax, and my fangs finally retract. Louie hands me his compact. “You have to see what you look like right now.”
With a quick glance at my face, there isn’t a clear spot on it. My hair has flesh and tar through it. I’m dripping from head to toe in obsidian tar and sanguine blood. I could easily pass for a full vampire at this point. I hand his compact back to him.
“I need a shower bad, and I could easily pass for a zombie instead.”
Louie chuckles at my joke, and he escorts me behind the castle. Christian finds me, and he pulls me away from Louie, to spray me off with the water hose. All the Enforcers jerk their shirts off. If I were another woman, I would watch them strip; however; I only have eyes for Christian. He protectively shields me, from the other eleven men.
I pull off the remainder of my shirt, and reveal a nude bra. He pulls me in closer, to spray me. Christian notices a chunk of flesh between my breasts, and he pulls it out. The sea of lust starts to drown us both. I feel around in my bra, to make sure there isn’t another piece of flesh hiding in my bra. The sea of lust turns into impatience. Christian has enough, and he kisses me heatedly this time. He lifts me up from the ground, and my legs grip his waist tightly.
“You two need to get a bloody room, and fuck already!” Charlie hears us, and he yells at us.
Christian stops long enough, to grin at me. He tugs a few more pieces of skin from my hair. Charlie sprays both of us with the water hose.
Christian sets me down, so he can rinse himself off. He continues, to block me from the other Enforcers. Willow returns with a large charcoal shirt and a towel, handing them to me. Christian stretches a towel for me, while I undress. I unsnapped my bra and the shorts slide off. The thong is laying on the ground too. The lust overwhelms me, and I know he’s peeking. I rinse myself off one last time, and make sure there isn’t any blood left on me. I dry off quickly with another towel that Willow provides us. I yank the shirt over my head.
Christian doesn’t care, who watches him. He yanks of his pants right in front of me. Nobody is phased by this either. I was perfectly fine until he removed his boxers. I watch him as he sprays himself off. My fangs told on me, since they automatically descend. I try to hide them, by turning my head, but he hears the clicks. He doesn’t laugh, or tease me about them. I hand him the towel, and he wraps it tightly around his waist.
“Are you thirsty?” he asks.
“I… I… think I am,” I stammer and nervously answer.
Christian glances over his shoulder, and he waits for the others, to enter the castle first. He signals for me to follow him with his index finger. I wasn’t moving fast enough, so he swoops me in his arms, and carries me inside.
“Where are we going?”
He didn’t stop on the first floor, and he carries me to the second floor. We stand outside a large door, and he punches in numbers to make the door open. We walk inside a vaguely familiar room.
Christian picks me up, and he sits me on his ivory shag carpet. “We are in my bedroom, and I want to show you a few things.”
He walks over to his double closet doors, and he disappears inside those doors. He returns with a pair of shorts, and no shirt on. My body quivers, while staring at his chest and my fangs remain out.
He lifts me up, and he points. “I want to show you, what I do in my spare time.”
I glance at where he’s pointing at, and I notice something above the mantle. I notice an up-close painting of the little girl from my dreams. His artwork is beautiful, and I know exactly who she is.
“What do you think?”
“Did you paint this? I think it’s beautiful.”
Christian tosses my hair over to the side and he nibbles on my neck. “I have businesses in other countries, and so I have to sleep in other places, and when I do, she enters my dreams. She claims that I’m her father.”
I make a fake look of astonishment, but I already knew the answer. “Well, is she? She looks almost exactly like you!”
Christian trails a few kisses on my neck. “There is only one tiny problem with that thought. I never had a daughter. I did, but she died during childbirth. That is how my wife died. My daughter was breech and my wife did not deliver her in time. My daughter was hung by her umbilical cord.”
I cup my mouth in shock. “I’m so sorry to hear that, and I had no idea!”
“That is okay. I still carry guilt over their deaths. I believe that my mind is still working through the pain of losing them. That is why I always dream of her.”
I stare back at the little girl, and I notice she has a set of fangs. I notice that my features overshadow her face.
He runs his fingers through my hair with ease. “Her name is Feather, and she loves her name.”
I point at her mouth. “I don’t know if you realize this, but she has fangs. Are you sure that you don’t already have a child? I know this sounds bizarre, but I think that maybe she’s trying to contact you, because she’s already here.”
Christian sucks on my bottom lip. “This is the first time I have ever noticed her fangs. You are right, but I have only slept with vampires. You are the first and only hybrid I have ever dated. I never date mortals either.”
My theory lacks practical logic. He takes me off guard by rubbing his hand between my thighs. I gasp for air in shock. My hands rub his perfect abs. Christian's eyes close, but he’s still smirking. We kiss passionately and he quickly picks me up. I’m lying on his bed, and his thumb moves in rapid circles over my cunt. It is a good thing that I have read those health books, and seen all those porn movies. My spine jerks towards him. He presses those soft lips of his against mine, to try to silence me. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. The tiny tingles turn into one massive tremble. My legs turn into putty, but I want to moan loudly. He keeps his mouth over mine, to stifle it. My body feels limp with fatigue setting in. I want to do more with him, but he blocks me.
I want to feel his cock, but he smacks my hands away. “Not now Jeannie, and not here either.”
He refuses to listen, to my desperate pleas. Our moment of excitement ends with a loud knock on the door.
Alexander walks in his room and glances at him. “I think it would be appropriate to keep Jeannie with you, for the next couple of nights until the shield is rebuilt. Leo and Sam are missing a few parts. We are on our guards until then.”
“I ha
ve no problems sharing my room; brother, and thanks for informing me.”
They start to exchange words, but in a foreign language. I really need to learn their language, and I’m sure that they’re having words. Alexander shakes his head angrily a few times, and Christian raises his voice. I really hate it, when they switch to their language, because I’m so paranoid that they’re talking about me. Alexander slams the door, after another five minutes of unhappy exchanges.
“What’s that all about?”
He snickers and pulls me on his bed. I tug on his bottom lip. My fangs descend once again, and he lays between my thighs purposely teasing me.
He points at his neck. “You may bite me.”
My head shakes no, but he pulls my face to his neck. I do what he wants me to do, and I bite hard into his neck. Christian moans low in my ear, and grinds those hips into mine. This is almost too much for him. He waits until I finish sucking his thick chalky blood, and he then returns the favor, by biting my neck. I tremble and gasp with pleasure. My hands slide inside his basketball shorts to grip that firm ass of his. My body perks up, but he stops me after a couple of minutes.
“Now, you are mine forever,” he whispers seductively in my ear.
The husky way he says it, lights me up inside. “I love you.”
His eyes focus inside mine. “I love you too, Princess. But right now, you need your sleep.”
My disappointment flows through him. He cracks a smile, and he softly kisses me one last time.
Chapter 15
Christian wakes me up earlier than my previous trainers have in the past. I try to reason with him, but he refuses to listen to my whines. I look him over, and I struggle with my naughty fantasies. He’s wearing a pair of cobalt basketball shorts with an ivory tank top. I have a feeling that I’m done for. He’s about to kill me today, from the way he’s emulating energy through our bond.
The sexy philanthropist and responsible executive want me, to jump through hoops, crawling through a muddy field that has barbwire, and swinging from the trees. I think he forgot that I’m still human. There are no safety nets, and it makes me leery.
He’s chuckling at me. “You are worrying too much, babe. I will catch you if you fall. Trust your inner vampire.”
This is a new private joke between us. Christian adds Erik's obstacle course to his. It is a challenge to separate the man that I’m exclusively dating, from the hard-ass trainer. This has, to be one of the worst challenges by far. I’m trying to keep up with his challenges. But, all I want to do is say a few choice words to him.
“You can do it, you know. You are so damn stubborn!”
I learned quickly that even in the vampire world—you never complain. If you complain over training, they will make it a whole lot worse. He’s no exception to that rule. There’s no flirting—or sexual exchange, during my training sessions with him. I never even receive a kiss, during our session. He’s all about business first. I take it all in stride with whatever he wants to dish out at me. I’m still rising to the challenge.
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We finish the twelve-hour training day, and the nasty sweat flows down the drain. He remains in my bedroom, to keep me safe. He never complains about the length of my showers either. I dry off and change into my clothes. I’m wearing a floor-length sweater, shirt, and jeans. The air feels chilly and the sweater keeps me warm. We rejoin the others in the library.
The rest of the Enforcers are working on various projects: reading newspapers, magazines, and cleaning weapons. I focus my attention to the other side of the library, and gaze out the windows. The sky is a mixture of dark plumb, rose, apricot, and coral. The night quickly approaches us. The obsidian and cobalt horizon heads straight towards us. The fear of rogues creeps into my mind, keeping me on the edge. The Enforcers glance over at me, and they can see my look of fear returning.
Ian and Zane walk over to me. “We know that look, Princess. We remember the day that you entered our world with that same exact look. You will be okay, and the shield is almost ready.”
They hug me and remind me, not to be afraid anymore. Christian takes my hand and he shifts me to his lap. Out of nerves and fear, my arms remain tightly around him.
He knows that I’m sleepy, but he asks me anyway. “Do you want to go to bed? Let me settle you in, for the night.”
We make it to the top floor, by passing the offices, Charlie's room, Erik's room, and we are almost at the end of the hallway. I have yet to see, where my new bedroom is, or if it even exists. We stop in front of a large door, which is coincidentally vampire-proof. Christian hands me a piece of paper, to enter his numbers in the door. I carefully type the numbers and finish with the pound key. I take a minute and look at his room. I’ve never paid attention, to the details in his room until now.
A bedspread has a set of gold initials “CH,” embroidered in it. The bedspread is ivory with gold accents. The bed is three king size beds in one. I notice that his bed is in a large circle. There are achromatic statues sitting inside the alcoves. He even has ivory with gold rugs all over his floor. Chris has an achromatic with gold marble mantle over his fireplace. Inside his fireplace, there’s a sound of cracking logs burning. All the chairs have blanched padding with gold trim. The painting of his daughter rests above the mantle. Feather is running through an emerald field, full of wildflowers. The bottom of the painting bears his initials. There’s a plain easel sitting in the corner of the room, and it has a Greek overtone to it. Everything in his bedroom is in Ancient Greek designs.
Even his bathroom is in Ancient Greek, which coincidentally, I need to use. Chris has an enormous bathroom vanity. He has built-in shelves just for his colognes. There’s even a vampire mouthwash. His hair dryer is more expensive than mine is. Christian has a few more brushes than I do. He keeps his ponytail holders on a rod inside his bathroom. There’s detangling spray for his hair. In the middle of his bathroom, there’s a large garden pool. There are steps leading into it, with a place to sit. He’s nuts to have this in his bathroom. I look at his shower, and my fangs descend. The mansion in Greece has see-through shower doors that pale in comparison, when it comes to this shower. This shower could easily fit fifteen people in it. There are gold showerheads all over his bathroom walls. He has two television sets on either side of his shower wall. To add to his insanity, there’s another large garden tub, but this is for less people. This garden tub sits strategically underneath the windows and it has spa jets. This garden tub can easily hold three people his size in it. You can close the windows with the shutters, or leave the shutters open to look at the forest through the windows. Breathtaking isn’t even a good enough word, to describe his bathroom—or the view. There are ivory with gold candles all over his bathroom.
I have to toy with him. “I wait for the kitchen to pop out your bathroom.”
“You are the first person, who has ever been inside my bedroom,” Christian surprises me. He chuckles at my expression, but he’s telling the truth. We have built in lie detectors inside us both, and we know when the other is lying—or not.
“Why do you have all this for a bathroom?”
He crosses his muscular arms, and he tries not to laugh. “I fight and kill rogues, while you are sleeping. Their sticky tar makes it hard to clean off sometimes, so I make sure my bathroom is capable of stripping the muck off. You will understand this, after a while.”
“Why do you need two television sets in the shower? I can see maybe one—but two?”
“I love watching sports. I can watch both hockey and football at the same time,” he gives me the typical male response.
“Why not just record them, and watch them later?”
“I have the money—so why not?”
“You got me there.”
The next area he shows me is the closet. His closet is a walk-in with rows and rows of clothes. His insanity continues, with built-in dressers. I think I need a map just for his closet. He has many different designers hanging in his closet, alon
g with tons of dress bags. Sean Fierce has about twenty percent of his designer clothes. I have no idea, why one man needs this many clothes. That’s probably why; I’ve never seen him wear the same attire. There are suits that appear similar to me—but not precise. He has a ton of different footwear resting on his shelves. The naked Chris instantly pops in my head. Now, I remember where all those bathroom pictures are shot. My fangs descend once again, to tell on me.
“Are you thirsty?”
I want something else, but I haven’t told him that. He takes my hand, and leads me back into his bedroom. He quickly pours me a glass of blood.
I look around his entire room. “You’re really intense.”
“You believe that I am intense? I kind of like that.”
I sip the blood, and a few minutes later, he takes it from my hand. “You need your sleep, Princess. You had a long and stressful day. There is more to come tomorrow.”
“I’m sure there is.”
Everything is in its place and perfectly straight. At least I’m not the only anal-retentive person, when it comes to the cleanliness of a bedroom these days.
My shoes are near the door, and I’m sure he will move them to his closet. My sweater drapes across his chair, which I’m sure he will hang up. Christian hands me a nightgown and left the bedroom, as a proper man should. A regular nightgown comforts me tonight. It is hard to choose which side to sleep on. This bed is too enormous for me.
I remember that I picked out a king size canopy bed for my bedroom. I look around his bed, and I think I need a map just to exit. As I enter his bed, I barely make a dent in his grandiose blanket. He has an ivory bearskin for a second blanket, and a set of ivory bearskin sheets underneath all this. The pillow stuffing has to be duck feathers. My head rubs against the soft pillow, and this pillow makes me feel like it’s sucking my head. He returns and takes off his shoes.
I can hear him unbuckle his pants. “Will you please turn your head, and close your eyes?” he asks sweetly and coolly.
