Isaac

by Amy Robyn

  I lay her down on the bed and start removing my clothing. My shirt comes off and she gasps. She moves toward me and places her hand on my chest. I moan as her little fingers trace my tattoos. Having her touch, me is like nothing I have ever known. I can feel the electric current under each of her touches that tie us together, the bond that has yet to be forged completely. I need to make sure she understands this bond will be unbreakable before I do it. I want it to be her decision because it’s forever. I stop her hand on my stomach by pressing mine against it.

  “You need to understand what a bonding with a vampire is before we go any further,” I say, and she looks up at me with her wide innocent eyes, and my nerves start to get the best of me. Doubts circle around in my head. What if she doesn’t want to commit to me like that? What if this is just a fling for her? I try to tamp it down, but for some reason, I just can’t seem to stop.

  “When a vampire bonds with a mate, it’s a forever bond. It will not be like a human marriage where it can be severed by a divorce. I need you to be sure this is what you want before we go any further. I could still make love to you and not bite you.” I swallow hard because I do not like that idea at all. The thought of her being able to walk away after we finish, doesn’t sit well with me.

  “So, if you bite me while we make love, that bonds us?” She asks.

  “Yes, and you would stop aging. You will still be human; I would just share my immortality with you. You will heal faster and not be susceptible to human illnesses.” She blinks her eyes as though she can’t believe what I just said. Then she breathes out a sigh. I hope that’s a good sigh and not one of frustration.

  “I wish you had told me that a while ago. I have been struggling with the idea of growing old while you stayed young. It’s what took me so long to decide whether to take our relationship to the next level.” She smiles up at me, and my lungs will no longer hold any air as what she said sinks in. She wants me.

  “Does this mean you’ll bond with me?” I must ask even though it sounded an awful lot like she was capitulating with what she said.

  “Yes. I want forever with you.” She pulls her hand out from under mine and moves it down my stomach to the top of my pants. She has them open before the fog dissipates in my brain. She wants to bond with me. I shake as she pushes my pants and boxers down my hips. My cock springs free, the cum from earlier still clinging to the tip. She leans forward and licks it up making me growl. Just seeing her tiny pink tongue against my engorged dick makes more pre-cum seep out from the mushroomed head. She sucks it into her mouth and hums. I grab a handful of her hair and watch as she slides down my length, taking a quarter of my cock inside the warmth of her mouth.

  “Fuck,” I say as I pull her head away from my aroused flesh.

  “You keep that up, and we will have to wait to bond because I will end up cumming down that pretty throat of yours,” I say, and she giggles as she scoots up on the bed and lays down. She eyes my cock nervously and bites into her succulent lip.

  “It will fit,” I assure her as I grip the base and slide my hand up to the tip, giving it a slow pump.

  “I will go nice and slow,” I assure her, but now she’s watching me touch myself with rapt fascination. Distraction seems to work nicely on her. I smirk down at her as I kick my jeans and boxers off the rest of the way. I climb on the bed and between her thighs. I reach down and rub her little nub a few times before thrusting my finger inside of her. She moans, and I kiss her full lips as I work my finger in and out of her depths. She is going to feel so damn good around my cock. I have never been inside of a woman. I have jacked off plenty in my youth but I never actually had sex with anyone. The good news is that we are both virgins, so we will learn together how to please one another. I just hope I do not hurt her. She is so small, and I am well above average. I have never measured myself but I know I must be around eight to ten inches long and at least six inches wide.

  I push another finger inside of her as I move down her neck and down to her pretty pert nipples. I suck her into my mouth as she whimpers and starts moving her hips. Please let me do this right. I say in my head as I remove my finger and place my cock at her entrance. I move away from her breasts so I can gauge her responses by her eyes as I push forward. Her hands grab my shoulders, and her eyes widen as the tip finally pushes through.

  “Relax sweetheart,” I tell her as I push in another inch. Her channel is so tight that she is practically strangling my cock. I reach between us and rub her little clit with my thumb as I push further inside of her. She relaxes a little as she moans. I’m not prone to sweat since I started drinking her blood but I feel a little break out across my forehead as I try to take this as slow as possible. I would love nothing more than to thrust into her but I can’t hurt her. It would destroy me to cause her any unnecessary pain. I already know this isn’t going to be pain-free.

  “That’s it, baby.” I praise her as she relaxes even more and I feel her juices starting to flow down the length of my dick. I push in almost halfway when I bump into her barrier. Just feeling that thin membrane reminds me of what a precious gift she is giving me. I will always cherish this moment for the rest of my long life. Not only is she giving me her virginity but she has also given me her trust which is even more of a gift. I do not think she realizes how much of herself she has given me. I will spend my life making sure she knows how much she means to me.

  I take her mouth as I push through her virginity. She cries out in my mouth and her body tenses as I slide in the remainder of the way. My balls now rest firmly against her ass cheeks. I hold still and kiss her, letting her know without words what she means to me.

  “You feel so good. I love you so fucking much.” I tell her as I pull away and stare down into her eyes. She gasps.

  “You love me?” She asks in disbelief.

  “Of course, I do. You’re the most perfect woman I have ever met, and I’m keeping you forever.” I take her mouth again as I slide my cock almost all the way out and thrust back forward, seating myself fully inside of her again. She moans against my mouth, and her hips tilt up, taking more of me inside of her. It’s my turn to moan, and I do so, loudly. I have never felt anything that feels better than this. She is my paradise. My home. This is where I belong, inside the woman I love more than anything in this world or the next.

  “More.” She says as she pulls away from my lips. I growl as I start moving inside of her. In and out I thrust as her hips move with mine. I knew she would be this passionate once she let her guard down and I was right. She is everything I ever dreamed of having. Our breath mingles as our bodies collide into each other. We move as one as our bodies climb to the highest peak imaginable. The sound of our flesh slapping together and the moans of pleasure is like a symphony of our love, a celebration of our new life together.

  Just when I think I can’t take anymore, I bite into her neck. My orgasm crashes over me sending me flying through space and time. I can feel her heart beat against mine and her tight muscles squeezing every drop of my seed from me. I feel our souls merge before separating and carrying pieces of each other’s soul with it. She screams my name over and over, but I do not hear it with my ears, I feel it resonating inside of me like an incandescent cloud of euphoria. There is no longer me and her, we are now an us, forever and always. Each gulp of her blood causes another wave of pleasure until I nearly black out. I withdraw my fangs and lick the wound closed before collapsing against her.

  “Fuck, sorry.” I roll to my side taking her with me. I need to remember that even though her life is much longer, she’s still human with fragile bones. I can’t be collapsing on top of her. I cup her cheek, and she slowly opens her eyes.

  “I can feel you.” She says as she blinks up at me in astonishment.

  “I can feel how much you love me. Can you feel me?” She asks, and I concentrate for a moment. When I finally feel it, it stops the breath in my lungs. She is happy and…She loves me. She really does love me. Elation rushes through me at kn
owing I have won her heart. I have won the only battle that ever mattered to me.

  “Yes, I feel you.” I never knew I would be able to feel her emotions. I will always know how she feels and she will never be able to deny how much I love her.

  “I still want the words you know,” I tell her and she giggles adorably.

  “I’m happy.” She says, and I tickle her ribs and up to her armpits.

  “Those aren’t them,” I tell her and tickle her some more. I love her laugh; it’s the most precious sound in the world to me, a close second is her moans of pleasure.

  “Alright alright.” She shouts, and I drop my hand to her hip. She smiles up at me.

  “I really do love you.” She says, and my cock that was softening inside of her becomes rock hard again. I start moving.

  “Oh.” She moans as she pushes me to my back. I guide her up and down my length as we make love all over again. This time I enjoy the view of my mate’s body as she bounces up and down on me. Her beautiful breast sway to the rhythm and I know nothing will ever be as good as it is right now. We make love and try to forget that tomorrow will be a day without her, a day she will be in grave danger. I will not think about it until our bodies are sated and I’m holding her as our sweat cools against our bodies.

  Chapter 10. Paige

  There is a noise outside, and it startles me awake. Isaac is already up and peering out into the darkness. I can feel his anxiety, and it makes my heart start racing. What could frighten this strong man, umm vampire? He seems so invincible. I pull the covers back and grab my clothes. He turns, and his blue eyes seem to glow in the dark. Glass breaks in the living room as I pull up my pants. Isaac grabs my shoes before taking my hand. He leads me toward the back of the house where a large rug lays in front of the fireplace. He pulls the rug up and with it springs a trap-door opens. The rug is the trap-door, clever. He gives me a wink when I smile. He growls low in his throat when another window breaks.

  “Come on,” I say when the smell of smoke and gasoline hit my nose. I start down the narrow stairs, but Isaac doesn't follow me. I turn back, and his face appears above me.

  “Follow the tunnel to the very end. I will meet you there.” He says before kissing me hard. I pull him toward me. I do not want to leave without him.

  “Trust me; I will be there.” He says as he throws my shoes down the stairs before moving away and shutting the door over my head. I growl in frustration. That insufferable man I love. Doesn’t he realize that he mated a woman capable of fighting beside him? I push on the door, but it doesn’t budge at all. I search the walls for a switch that might trigger the door but find none. I do whoever find a light switch. Light floods the passageway, and I sigh in relief, at least I will not be going about this in the dark. The tunnel is small with only enough room for one person at a time to travel, easier when fighting a large group if they happen to find the trapdoor. I could see his reason for building it.

  I grab my shoes and slide them on my feet before starting down the tunnel. It winds and twists as it goes further underground. It finally opens into a larger room with weapons and clothing. I grab one of Isaac’s heavier jackets since I left mine upstairs. I also strap a blade to my thigh and a handgun to my chest. I fill the pocket of his jacket with ammo. I grab a rifle with a large banana clip and sling it over my shoulder. There is no way in hell he is fighting this by himself. He may think he’s invincible but I know he isn’t, and I intend always to have his back. It’s time he learns to fight as a team. I find the tunnel leaving this room, and I take it. It leads up but at a very gradual incline. Thankfully it’s well lit, and the ground is cemented and easy to walk.

  I’m nearly to the end of the tunnel when the lights go out. I groan as I reach out a hand to feel the sides as I continue at a much slower pace. I can see the light at the end of the tunnel though there isn’t much of it. I follow it until I realize it’s a small circular hole with light shining around the disk-like top. It looks a lot like a utility hole cover. I take a deep breath before climbing the short ladder to the top. I press my shoulder against the disk and push. It squeals and grinds, but slowly it moves away. This would probably be easy work for Isaac, but for me, not so much. I’m sweating and my shoulder aches by the time there is enough space for me to climb through.

  I climb out in what seems to be a wooded area. I look around yet can’t see much but more trees. I know the general direction back to his house, but with the density of trees, it will be hard to find. I lean back against a tree and close my eyes for a moment. If I leave in the direction I remember his house; I could easily get lost in the forest. I look up at the stars and curse again. I can’t even use them to guide me, with it being so overcast tonight. I take a deep breath as I try to think about what to do next when I smell the smoke. My eyes shoot open, and I look in the general direction I believe his house is and I see a tendril of smoke. Thank god.

  I start moving through the trees as I watch the smoke overhead. I follow it until the trees start to thin. That’s when I hear gunfire and men shouting. It’s complete pandemonium, and my mate is right in the center of it. I pull the rifle from my shoulder and look through the scope. I see men sneaking toward the house on their bellies, and I see some inside and the flashes of gunfire in the darkened house. How dare they attack my man. I look up in the trees when I hear a gunshot coming from that direction. I hear Isaac growl after the shot. The bastard hit Isaac. My heart starts racing and swallow the bile rising in my throat. I raise the scope.

  I finally find him sitting in the tree with his rifle resting on a notch I’m sure he made in the tree. I get him in the crosshairs and pull the trigger. He falls as I swing the rifle around and search the other trees. I see his red hair before anything else. It’s another man I find him in another tree and not just any man. It’s Williams, a man I traveled with from Kansas. He was nice a quiet and one of the few I had met that I actually liked. Damn you General. If it’s the last thing, I do it will be killing him. He created all this hate because of something he couldn’t understand or envied. Either way, he’s a dead man. I get Williams in my crosshairs.

  “I’m sorry,” I whisper before pulling the trigger. I know these soldiers, they will fight to the death as they follow orders. We are trained not to question our superiors and to follow blindly. Look at what that cost us. These men are going to die tonight because they never questioned their assignments. I used to be one of them but not anymore. I feel a tear trail down my cheek as Williams tumbles to the ground. I quickly wipe it away as I look for other targets. There are no more in the trees. I search the ground again and find one of the men climbing through a broken window. I quickly take him out before taking out the one on the ground nearing the other window. I search the yard for anymore before dropping the rifle to the ground and pulling out my handgun.

  I make it to the very edge of the tree line with my back against the tree and my gun up to my chest. I stare out into the darkness. I wish I had Isaac’s eyesight; it would come in handy right about now. Nothing seems to stir, so I rush out and run as fast as I can to the side of the house. I press myself against it and hold my breath. There are no more guns firing, and nothing seems to move or follow me. I breathe out a sigh before sliding across the house, and I peer into the first window. I can’t see much, but I hold still for a moment just in case. The house is really starting to burn, and my worry for Isaac becomes painful in my chest. I rush to the next window that is broken and climb through.

  Bodies are littered across the ground. The rest of my unit. The men who I trained with and was supposed to protect and this is what it has come to all because of some idiot’s inferiority complex. I hear a moan, and I start in that direction, and that’s where I find Isaac. He is sprawled on the ground with multiple gun shot wounds. He is covered in blood and so pale that I nearly panic. I drop to my knees beside him. I lift his head into my lap.

  “Isaac,” I say his name softly, and he opens his eyes. He stares up at me and when he goes to open hi
s mouth blood comes out.

  “Tell me what to do?” I say a little louder this time. I will not become hysterical even though I feel it bubbling up inside of me.

  “The bullets needs to come out.” He coughs, and more blood spews from his mouth in a frothy spew covering his chin. A lung shot. I search his back and find the exit wound for that one at least. I look around the house and notice the fire creeping up on us.

  “I need to get you out of here first. The whole house will be on fire soon.” I tell him as I try to help him stand, but he weighs too much.

  “Here take my blood,” I tell him hoping it will give him enough strength to stand. He shakes his head.

  “If I take your blood now I will not heal right. The bullets need to come out first.” More blood comes out as he talks. Fuck. I get up and grab him under his and drag him toward the window. My shoulders are screaming by the time we make it there. I would have taken him to the door, but that side of the room is already on fire. It’s becoming difficult to breathe, and I keep coughing.

  “You must get out of that window,” I tell him between coughing fits. He lifts himself on to his side, and with a sudden burst of energy, he throws himself through the window. I climb out after him to find him passed out face down. I grab his shoulders to turn him over before gripping him under his arms again and dragging him away from the house and toward the tree line. I fall on my butt as soon as we are far enough away. My energy depleted and my muscles are screaming from the exertion.

  “I will get the bullets out,” I tell him even though he can’t hear me. I rip his shirt open and find several bullet wounds. One is the through and through I found on his back, the lung shot. The other two are in the abdomen. I take the knife I have strapped to my thigh.

  “This is going to hurt like hell,” I tell him as I slice into the first hole, widening it for my fingers. Tears are streaming down my face, but I do not let them stop me. He needs me, and I have been trained to let my emotions take a back seat. I just never thought it would be because someone I love is hurt. Logically, I know he can’t die easily, and I know this certainly isn’t going to kill him but seeing so much blood, and his pale skin has gotten to me.