ROMANCE: Paranormal Romance: The Valley (Book One) (Fun, Sexy, Mature Young Adult Vampire Shape Shifter Romance)

by Charlotte Swanpol

  “For now, it is,” his breath was against my neck as he spoke.

  Surprising me with the approach, I felt his hands wrap around my waist and pull my back side up against his front. I could feel him beneath the trousers he wore, stiffening as he pressed harder into me. A hand slipped to my breast, cupping it through my top and squeezing.

  “Mmmm,” I heard myself moan, something I didn’t think I’d ever done.

  “You like that?” his lips pressed against my neck in a gentle kiss just before he followed it with a nibble. His hips circled, pushing his manhood hard into my ass as I moaned once more with a nod. “Do you want me nearly as bad as I want you?” He asked, his other hand finding the neglected breasts and squeezing in unison with the first.

  “Yes,” I breathed, hoping that he would follow through and give me what I desired.

  “Mmmm,” His own moan escaped as his lips and teeth made their way along my neck-- gentle kiss followed by nibble. “I can not wait to explore every inch of your body. Touching it,” his hands continued to squeeze, fingertips locating my hard nipples and beginning to pinch. “Tasting it,” his tongue dipped along the nape of my neck. “Enjoying all that is mine,” one of his hands slid down across my tummy and landed on the mound between my legs. Cupping it, he squeezed, pressing fingers hard against the swollen nub that ached for him. “Mine.” He added, before backing up.

  I couldn’t breathe and could barely stand. How did this stranger have so much power over me and my reactions? Was this love? Was it lust? I had never experienced either, so I was unsure of what to think.

  “Unfortunately,” his voice broke the silence. “I have some things I must handle tonight.”

  I felt disappointment wash over me. He was leaving. All of the teasing and touching, and he was leaving. I had thought he wanted companionship.

  “I will be out for several hours,” he continued, walking to his closet and removing what appeared to be casual clothing. “When I return I expect that you will be waiting for me.”

  “Of course,” I replied. After all, I was his for the duration of his visit.

  “It would make me happy if you were to be naked in the bed,” he offered me a gaze to let me know that was also non-negotiable. “When I am happy,” he smiled. “You will be happy.”

  I simply nodded in agreement, knowing that I would do exactly as he asked of me. It was not much for him to request and if I were honest, the idea of waiting naked on him to return and claim me seemed to turn me on.

  “Where will you be going?” I asked, simply as conversation.

  “An animal cannot be caged Gloria,” he winked at me. “I must go and let it roam free.”

  With those words he turned and left the room, leaving me standing in the center of it unsure of what to do.

  Having had a long day, I decided that a nap was in order. I wanted to be alert and awake when he returned. Slipping out of the clothes I wore-- the only ones I had with me-- I pulled the bed covers down and climbed into the soft and welcoming fabric.

  Many thoughts crossed my mind as I lie there. The desire and ache that lingered inside of me. The fact that the longer I lie there, cotton brushing against my bare skin, the more turned on I became. The anticipation of waiting for his touch. The answer he had given. Was he leaving to be with another? Several others? What had he meant by an animal cannot be caged?

  I felt my eyes drifting closed and I felt my body ache in ways I was unfamiliar with. No one had ever spoken to me the way that Joseph had. No one had ever looked at me the way he had or wanted me the way he said that he did. Yet I still lacked confidence in any of it. I fell asleep feeling sad as I thought of the fact that he had not found me tempting enough to remain in the room with me and let that animal side loose. Even as he paid for my time, he was using his elsewhere.

  It seemed only moments when a burning sensation in my chest pulled me from my slumber. At first I believed that something bad was happening, yet I could not focus nor could I move.

  It wasn’t until I finally pulled my eyes open and looked upon sandy blonde hair that I realized it wasn’t a dream nor was it anything bad.

  Joseph had returned. He had removed the covers from my body and was currently perched atop it. His arms on each side of me, his head was hovering over my chest as his mouth pulled, sucked and nibbled on the stiff bud he had found waiting on him.

  The burning I had felt was the heat between my legs as his hand hovered, palm pressing against the mound and fingers resting just above my swollen clit. He’d awoken me with longing. Need. Ache.

  “Ohhhhhh,” I cried out as I felt a finger flick across the throbbing numb.

  Joseph lifted his hand, slipping further down until it rested where his hand had been only moments before. My heart raced as his lowered it, planting kisses against the mound his palm had been in possession of.

  “Mine,” he whispered against my skin as he dipped his head in deeper, using his hands to part my legs.

  I felt his tongue flick around my clit, causing me to moan and scream out in pure pleasure. I’d never felt a man’s mouth against me before. Slowly he took the nub in between his lips and sucked gently, hands holding my legs firmly to stop me from squirming. I felt my body begin to lose control.

  What was he doing to me?

  A shudder started in my toes and began to work its way up my legs and throughout my body. Within moments I was calling him name in screams and moans as I felt the tension reach a boiling point between my legs. Running his tongue along me, Joseph consumed me as I exploded against his mouth. Waves of pleasure I’d never known passed through me before leaving me spent on the mattress, unable to speak or move.

  Joseph backed up, grabbing my hips with his hands and flipped me over. Pulling me back until I was on my knees in front of him, he used his leg to push mine wider apart.

  There were no words as I felt the tip of his cock slide into the wetness, finding its destination quickly. A hand pressed against the back of my hand, fingers twisting in strands of hair, as he pushed my face down and into the bed.

  Before the moan escaped my lips, I felt him thrust into me and heard his guttural groan as he did.

  It wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t sweet and loving. It was primal. Urgent. Demanding. Animalistic. Thrusting into and out of me at faster and harder speeds, Joseph continued to simultaneously pull at my hair and push me into the mattress.

  Groaning like an animal, I felt him begin to swell and throb inside of me. My body reacted to his carnal desire, tensing and preparing for yet another release of my own. A hard shove against the back of my head and deep thrust into me and he climaxed with a sound that didn’t appear to be human, causing much the same in me.

  In silence, he lay across the bed, pulling me onto my side and against his body-- where we both fell asleep.

  Chapter 5

  The following day when I awoke, Joseph had breakfast waiting and a smile on his face. He sat at the small table wearing nothing but a pair of trousers, finally allowing me to see the body he had kept hidden. I was right, it was by far the hardest and sexiest body I’d seen yet. A grin spread across my face at the fact that it belonged to me-- at least for the time being.

  He had planned a day out in town which included taking me to purchase some clothing. He felt I needed more than what I’d worn there as he had many things he’d like for us to do. I found it odd that he would actually accompany me around town given the implications of doing so. He merely laughed and informed me that he had no fear of what others chose to think.

  The items that he chose for me-- he preferred I dress as he would like -- were expensive, sexy and feminine. I did not mind his selection and silently wished he could choose for me in the future.

  Throughout the day we would talk often, but he did not disclose a lot of personal information. I knew the basics-- including he was one of few soldiers I’d encountered that did not have a wife and family waiting at home. Yet I still did not know a lot about him.

  That
evening went much like the previous. Teasing, flirting and playing just before he left with instructions of where I was to be and how I was to be dressed when he returned. I would then be devoured by him, in a variety of ways, once he came back.

  I’d never known so much pleasure in my life, and felt very fortunate that he had chosen me.

  This routine continued for several days. Spending our days as any couple would do, our evenings teasing and he would disappear and return to have his way with me. Details changed such as one night I was to be on the sofa in a dress he had chosen for me with no undergarments, but the routine stayed the same.

  Each day I wondered where he wandered off to, but I was too caught up in the satisfaction that I felt with him to risk asking.

  As the time went on, he began to add a few things to our routine. One day upon waking, he stood before be completely naked and insisted that I please him before we fulfilled our daily tasks. I did so with pleasure, wishing only that I could continue pleasing him for the remainder of our lives and wildly aware that such would never be the case.

  I did not ask about his evenings or when he would be leaving. Anything that could threaten the relationship we had at that moment was left out of my mind and away from conversation. I only wanted to enjoy every moment that I had with him.

  The problem was that as that time went on, I also discovered that I was feeling more than desire for him. I looked forward to those kisses and the conversation as much as I’d ever looked forward to the various sexual acts that we carried out. I began to feel strongly about his disappearances and even stronger about the fear of him leaving and my life returning to normal. I wasn’t positive, but I thought that I was beginning to love him.

  I made the mistake of saying as much one day, causing the plans to halt and him to run. At least that is what I called it. He left hours before his normal time and I feared that he would not return. Clearly his feelings for me were not the same as the ones I held for him.

  Chapter 6

  The voices woke me up, which saddened me. I was accustomed to being awaken by being aroused. This night, I was brought out of sleep by the sounds of two men talking.

  For a moment I lie still, hoping to hear what was being discussed, but the mumbled tone of their voices did not give much away. It was only then that I remembered I had removed my clothing and was in the bed completely naked.

  Just as I was about to reach and pull the blanket over me, I felt lips against mine, controlling and passionate. Had he really just kissed me in the company of a friend? As I lie waiting on him in his bed?

  “Wake up beautiful,” he whispered as I opened my eyes to see his staring at me. “I’ve got a special treat for you tonight.”

  I urged myself to consciousness and sat up in the bed, no longer concerned with my lack of clothing. Standing behind him was the second most attractive man I’d ever seen.

  Appearing just shorter than Joseph, this guy was the equivalent of tall dark and handsome. He, too, was shirtless and possessed the same hard body as the man I’d been sharing a bed with for several days.

  “This is Mike,” he told me, nodding his head towards his friend.

  I saw the look dancing in Joseph’s blue eyes. It wasn’t one of desire, but of absolute need. Almost as if flames were dancing in the shadows, urging me to give him what he craved so desperately.

  A quick glance to his friend revealed the same look, only less intense. As if his need was there, but it wasn’t specifically towards me.

  “Stand up,” Joseph ordered, me obliging as always.

  In the center of the room, completely bared to both men, I stood and awaited what he would say or do next.

  “Mmmm,” he stepped closer, cupping my breasts with his hands as his mouth made its way to the nape of my neck. “I’ve been thinking of you all night.”

  I didn’t speak, simply let myself lose control as I felt his hands and lips upon me, burning into my skin as if he were branding me with his claim. Lifting my arms and placing them around his neck, I pushed his head further into me.

  I didn’t notice at first that Mike had moved, until I felt him behind me, pushing up against my naked backside. The ache in me deepened at the thought of being sandwiched in between two desirable men.

  “You like that do you?” Joseph asked with a smile in his voice, obviously aware of my body’s reaction to Mike joining into the fun.

  I nodded as I felt Mike rub the crotch of his trousers against me, slipping a hand around and between my thighs. Instinctively, I parted them slightly allowing him to explore as he wanted, moaning when he hit the spots I so craved attention.

  Joseph’s hands left my breasts and slid to my ass, cupping both cheeks and squeezing, pulling me and Mike’s hand closer into him.

  I had never been a woman that fantasized about two men, but standing in the middle of them was driving me crazy. My naked body was being kissed, squeezed, touched and teased by four hands and two mouths as I simply let myself enjoy the feeling.

  Moments later, both had removed their clothing, only enhancing my desire at the sight and feel of their cocks against me. I placed one hand in front of me, gripping Joseph and sliding my hand up and down his shaft as I listened to him groan. The other slipped behind me, doing the same to Mike and getting the same reaction.

  “Fuck,” I heard Mike groan. His mouth found its way to my ear. “Let me put this in your mouth,” he whispered. “I want to feel those sexy lips around it.”

  I glanced at Joseph, seeing his nod of approval and turned, dropping to my knees in front of his friend. Taking his shaft into my hand, I lowered my lips to the head and began to tease him with my tongue. He shifted slightly and backed up, sitting on the edge of the bed and taking me with him.

  Joseph dropped to his knees, pushing himself up behind me, slipping a hand between my legs and pushing two fingers inside of me. I cried out as I took Mike into my mouth, bending over and giving Joseph easier access to what he wanted.

  Mike grabbed my head, shoving it down onto him and moaning as I ran circles around it with my tongue.

  “God damn,” he growled, shoving harder.

  “So wet,” Joseph said, pulling his fingers from me, “so turned on.” I felt his hands grasp my hips as he pulled himself up against my ass, replacing his fingers with his cock.

  Just as Mike shoved the back of my head, Joseph thrust into me, pulling my hips back to meet his groin.

  “Oh god,” I cried, the words muffled by the throbbing shaft inside my mouth.

  The harder Joseph slammed into me, the more I sucked and teased Mike with my lips and tongue. Joseph’s hands slid onto my back, pushing into it as he continued to pound into me, harder and faster each time, his lips moaning my name as he did. He took his free hand and slid it between my legs, using already damp fingers to flick against my clit.

  The sensations filling my body were overwhelming. Mike began to throb, shoving my head harder as he was about to climax. Joseph continued to pump, frantically and feverishly rubbing my clit as I could feel him nearing the point of release.

  As if rehearsed, I heard a loud groan from Mike as I felt the warm liquid dance along my tongue and down my throat. At the same time, I heard a carnal grunt from Joseph as his body tensed and he thrust into me one last time, shuddering with pleasure at his own release. My body, acting on cue, tensed and then released in an overwhelming orgasm that brought multiple waves of pleasure through me and pushed words I had never spoken out of my mouth as I cried and screamed in utter relief.

  Neither said another word to me, though I heard Mike mutter something to Joseph as he prepared to leave.

  “Now that’s one hell of a way to end a night like tonight,” he laughed. “We should do that again.”

  Chapter 7

  It’d been two weeks. I clearly remembered him saying he would be in town a few days, but I’d been the room with him for two weeks. I was beginning to fear the situation. Not because anything was wrong. Quite the opposite. Everything w
as perfect.

  We had been living as if we were a real couple. Though there was a strong sexual facet of our relationship, it was not the only part of it. We explored more than just each other’s bodies.

  Joseph did not become less controlling and demanding in any aspect of life, but it was never forced. I had the ability and freedom to say no at any time-- sexually or otherwise. I chose to do the submissive side of things because I’d discovered that I thoroughly enjoyed it.

  My fear was how I would be when it did end. The longer it continued, the more real it began to feel. I couldn’t handle the idea of losing him now that I really had him. Or at least it felt as though I really had him.

  We’d never really discussed the night with Mike, but he’d known I enjoyed it and I was certain it would happen again. I wouldn’t have imagined myself being into the idea of a ménage a trios, but once in the midst of it I had liked it very much.

  The hardest part of anything for me-- outside of the day he left -- was the night routine. He left every single night and didn’t return until the wee hours of the morning. Other than his animal references, he did not try to explain. Yet it left me wondering if I was in the midst of an affair with a married or betrothed man.

  I also had other ideas. He was not keen on being uncovered shacking up with a woman like me. He was committing crimes late at night. A variety of ideas passed through my head-- none of which made me happy.

  That was why I decided to discuss those things with him. His nighttime disappearances and when he was planning to leave. I needed to be able to get my head sorted out and prepare for what was to come.

  Joseph didn’t think it was necessary to discuss.

  “Are you ready to be rid of me Gloria?” he’d asked, serious.

  “Of course not,” I argued. “I just-- I don’t know.”

  “Getting attached?” Once more he spoke the words I could not say, so I nodded. “What if I said I may not leave?”

  I felt a twinge of excitement inside of my gut, but I was afraid to trust in it. He would leave. He was a soldier. He would have no choice.