by JT Schultz
Suez knelt down near the tub and cast a sympathetic look. “She is destined to be with you, sir. I’ve know since the day the young Miss Vermont came with her parents to see her dying brother. She captured your soul even then. The fact the young Vermont boy lived, thanks to you, bound you to her family and to the little girl, now the woman you hold”
Fear thundered through him, and he took one of Anya’s wrists in his hand and searched for a pulse. Beneath his touch, a faint, a slow, almost nonexistent beat met his finger. He released the breath that, up until now, had lain trapped in his lungs. “She’s still alive.”
Monty held a thick blanket in his hands and entered the tub without the removal of his clothes. He covered Anya’s naked body and wrapped her in the safety of a large quilt. The faithful servant exited the tub while Suez grabbed a thick robe.
“Let’s get her warm and into bed. After this, she better live,” Suez breathed, and he knew the woman who had been with him even before Monty carried worry in her ageless features.
Although he could already feel the rejuvenating effects of Anya’s blood take hold, sorrow and fatigue weighted his muscles. With every ounce of strength, he rose from the water and followed the same path out of the tub that Monty had taken.
His butler exited the bathroom, leaving Lance alone with Suez. The fact he stood completely naked never fazed him, nor did he care. His housekeeper had been with him for centuries and had seen him indisposed more than once over the years.
Suez draped the robe over his shoulders, and he pulled the heavy terry on, then walked with the silent woman into the room as Monty placed Anya on the bed, still covered by the blanket. Monty’s pants were soaked and forming wet puddles on the floor. The mess held little meaning. Anya was all that mattered. Monty and Suez got her underneath the covers. Suez carefully removed the wet blanket. Anya looked so peaceful and drained of all color. Her full pink lips were a light gray, but her breath, though shallow, remained.
“Dry off, master. You, too, need rest.” Monty’s words barely registered.
“How can I rest with her like this?” He met the worried expressions of his butler and housekeeper. “All I can do is think I’ve caused her pain and death.”
“That’s not true. You might have easily given her immortality.” Sorrow etched across his faithful servant’s forehead. “She is aware you love her.” He smiled, though faintly. “And we know how deep hers runs for you.”
Lance nodded once and darted a worried glance to Anya. “But will it be enough to save her?” Mixed among all his fear, there was a small shard of hope.
Chapter Seven
Anya’s head ached, and her mouth was dry with a horrific taste on her tongue. She opened her eyes and took in the bedroom around her. The room wasn’t in darkness, thanks to the soft glow of candles, and she could make out things rather well. If she had to guess, the time had to be sometime after dark.
How long did I sleep?
Swallowing, she discovered her throat as parched as her lips. Feeling disorientated, she shifted in bed and tried to figure out what had happened. The last thing she remembered was being in the bathtub with Lance’s dick buried deep in her and her blood trickling from his mouth. She recalled the sharp pain in her neck, and she lifted a hand to her throat and on the side found no scabs from fangs, but the skin there was sensitive to the touch.
What time is it? Where are the guys?”
She shifted and brushed against warm, naked skin. Turning, she glanced to see Lance sleeping. The lush duvet in Egyptian cotton was pushed to his waist, exposing his well-defined chest. He slept deeply, and his gorgeous face held a peaceful look. Unable to resist the temptation, she leaned over and kissed his cheek and savored the sensation of his five-o’clock shadow against her lips and skin. Inhaling, she took in his scent and loved the woodsy smell he carried from his soap. She lifted her hand and stroked the hair back a little more off his face. As she lifted her fingers away, his large hand snaked around her wrist, and his eyes opened.
“Lance.” His name fell off her tongue in a surprised whisper. Memories of what she had done flashed through her mind, and her heart started to race.
He shifted against the pillow, and his gaze raked over her face. He didn’t say anything, and his expression was impassive. She had no clue as to what he was thinking. Her stomach churned with nerves. He shook his head as if he didn’t believe something and yanked her toward him. Anya’s bare breasts came against his chest, and he let go of her wrist long enough to wrap both his arms around her tightly and bury his face against her nape. “You scared the hell out of me.”
Warm kisses nuzzled the skin of her neck, and she relaxed in the warmth of his hug. “Are you mad at me?” she whispered and kissed his cheek close by his ear.
“At first I was furious, but being sexually compromised with your sweet blood on my tongue . . .” His breath tickled the sensitive spot by her ear, and he slipped her on top of him. The hardened length of his cock pressed against her belly, and desire grew between her thighs.
“I love you,” she whispered and shifted so her legs straddled his hips. Pulling herself from his hug, she trailed kisses down his neck and over his chest. A low moan left him, and he caressed her back as she worked her lips over his chest. Strong hands caught her beneath the arms and lifted her. She slipped a hand between their bodies, grabbed his solid dick, and brought the tip to her entrance. She lowered down on him in a downward thrust and enticed a louder groan from him.
“I love being this close to you,” he whispered, working his erection inside of her.
She reveled in his size, and erotic shivers had her inch forward and rock back. His hands went to her hips and held her tight as he picked up speed. “You’re never leaving me, angel.”
He plunged hard and deep into her, and lust coiled in her belly. He thrust again, and this time the moan came from her mouth. Her headache dissipated, and all that mattered was Lance.
“I didn’t want you to die,” she breathed as she bucked her hips and met his thrusts.
“Now you’re mine, and I’m never letting you go.”
“You never have to.” She didn’t care what her family said—especially her brother. Being in Lance’s life, bed, and arms was all that mattered.
Hesitation revealed itself in his expression. His movement came to a halt, and he lifted back her hair to look at her neck. “You’re almost completely healed.” His brows furrowed. “How do you feel?”
“Good. I had a bit of a headache, my jaw ached a bit, and I was thirsty when I first woke up, but I’m now too aroused to care.”
Lance chuckled. “Let me look in your mouth for a second. Then you can have this.” He bucked his hips and thrust his cock into her deeper.
She ground her pussy against him before she opened her mouth. He tilted her chin and peeked inside. Her entire jaw ached, and she flinched. “Well there, you looked.”
He laughed and shook his head. “The conversion is already halfway through.”
“My teeth?”
“Very nice-looking incisors.” He held her hips and rocked her so his full length tickled her wet walls.
She hadn’t stopped to think about the physical changes she would endure. The word conversion registered in her brain, and carefully she ran her tongue over her teeth. Sure enough, the tip came across a pointy fang.
Oh! My God!
“I’m a vampire.” She didn’t mean to sound as pleased or as surprised as she felt. However, considering what that meant, she was more than a little excited.
“Yeah, angel, you most certainly are.” Lance grinned. “We’ll have to keep an eye on you over the next few days and make sure you’re careful around the sun.”
“Uh-huh, I’ll get right on that.” If she had her way, she wouldn’t be going anywhere near the sun. Instead, he could keep an eye on her with sexual encounters. She didn’t care as long as he kept her satisfied, and with this new sexual addiction, she was grateful for vampiric, rock-hard stamina.
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Heat traveled through her, and she couldn’t get, for her mouth being so dry, how soaked her pussy was, to the point that her liquid arousal slicked both her thighs.
Lance’s cock rocked deep in her as she rode his length and met his thrusts. His penetrating strokes picked up speed, and desire tightened in a belt across her belly.
“I love you.” Lance’s proclamation was all she needed, and the belt of lust broke.
Her walls contracted tightly around his thick dick. Anya shook violently as wave after wave of her climax claimed her entire body and her release gushed out of her in hot, slick wetness. Her body flamed in lust, and desire filled her veins for the countless time.
“Anya!” he bellowed in a feral groan as he released his seed into her in hot spurts.
She couldn’t breathe, and her body crashed and trembled in her umpteenth orgasm. Strength left her, and she fell forward, landing on Lance’s sweat-slicked chest, his breath as irregular as hers.
“Incredible,” he whispered and placed a kiss on the top of her head.
“I’m wondering how long I will have to wait before you do this to me again.”
“Not long, but you should get some more rest.” Lance eased her down to the soft mattress so she stayed close to him, then fixed the heavy duvet, and wrapped the blanket around them tightly. “I love you, angel.”
Gratification and exhaustion worked over her. “I love you.” She giggled. “I’m curious, though, how you plan on explaining this to my brother and parents.”
“That should be an experience.” He brushed his lips against hers. “You’re worth the wrath and comments that conversation will stir.”
She sighed in contentment with her sexual need temporarily satiated. Anya didn’t want to think about what Cade’s or her parents’ reaction would be. All that mattered at this moment was how she felt lying naked and satisfied with her vampire. Now she was a vampire too. She reveled in the knowledge that immortality had its benefits and that she had the love of her life to share forever.
The End
About the Author
Part of JT always knew she was supposed to be a writer. Always writing stories and driving her grandmother crazy was a good indication even from an early age. Her true passion in life is writing. Corrupted as a child with “Happily Ever After” to the point that now, all her stories have to have one. Creating characters people care about keeps her stories coming. Reading great books and watching movies are also loves. They were the motivation for her to write and explore the “what ifs”.
