Midnight Bite

by Hamilton, Sharon

  As he continued to awaken, he began inhaling some kind of scent he found familiar and pleasing, a mixture of lavender, vanilla and cinnamon. He was conscious his restorative sleep was over, yet he chose to linger a bit in bed and enjoy the sensuous warm glow and the aromas he could almost taste now.

  When he heard rustling in the distance, he became certain he was no longer dreaming.

  He opened his eyes.

  Phoebe’s pink nude body slipped gently beside him. Her legs wrapped around his thighs as his arms encircled her waist. He sifted his fingers through her wild auburn hair and uncovered the face of his beloved. She fit nicely in his arms, tightening the grip on his thigh with hers as she pressed her mound back-and-forth against him.

  At last her lips were on his. Their tongues mated in gentle play until his arousal became so strong, he quickly rolled her body beneath him and kissed her deep.

  She arched up to receive him spreading her legs and bending her knees in that submissive position that was so dangerous for him.

  He reared back to look down on her. Two soft fingers traced the outlines of his lips. He wanted her more this morning than ever before.

  Her forefinger was pressed against his upper right canine and drew blood. The pupils of her eyes dilated when he sucked her finger and took the precious drops she offered him.

  When he released her hand, he felt her fingers crawl and snake between them until at last she found his member. Her eyes closed slowly as she moved, stroking him up and down, her fingers squeezing him firmly. She rubbed the pre-cum that had formed all over his crown.

  Her fingers rimmed her own opening. He could feel her gentle shutter, her body’s natural reaction to his stimulating fluid meant to prepare her for sex that wouldn’t be coming today. She arched back again, moaning, gently rocking as she tried to guide the tip of his member to her opening.

  He quickly stopped her. His hand gripped her wrist and drew her arm up from under the covers, laying it gently above her head on the pillow. But that did not stop the undulation between her legs or the tender stroking her thighs made over his, over his hip and over the back of his buttocks.

  “Phoebe, sweetheart,” he said as he attempted to request her attention. “Look at me, sweetheart.”

  A thin frown line appeared in the middle of her flawless forehead just before she opened her eyes and took every part of him inside her with that sensual gaze. Her need and will was growing. His resistance was crumbling.

  While her eyes fixated on his mouth she undulated again, attempting to hook her sex on him. His cock was rock hard, nearly bursting with desire for her. But he still found the strength to hold back.

  “Love me. Make me your woman. I need this,” her sultry voice called out.

  He touched her cheek with his palm. “I do love you Phoebe. And someday, we will mate. I promise.”

  She covered his mouth with three fingers and shushed him. “No. The time is right. I am ripe with love for you. You are my one true love.”

  He started to plead his case, but again she covered his mouth with her fingers.

  It pleased him how much she wanted him. He could never be angry with her for acting on her desires, because she was young, impulsive, and so damn magical! He felt like he was the luckiest man alive.

  Her hand found his member again. “Please,” she pleaded as she stroked him. “Take me Lionel. Take me now.”

  He felt moisture form in his eyes. His heart ached to fully pleasure her, to give her what she needed. “Not just yet. Soon, my love.”

  “Can you tell the future?” She asked. Before he could answer she interrupted him again. “Can you tell me with one hundred percent certainty that I’ll live long enough until it’s time?”

  This was new, and it alarmed him. He could see her frustration brewing. She did not like to be told no. It didn’t matter whether it was an extra helping of ice cream, a few extra strawberries, or the times when she demanded he trace to the store to buy whipped cream for the sole purpose of obeying her command to lick it off her tender flesh. He loved caving into her demands because she was so strong, so relentless. But this was deeper. This was far more serious.

  “What has happened?” he asked.

  “Are you oblivious to these times we live in?”

  “Of course not.”

  “What if something were to happen to one of us? What if eternity is not in our future? What if one of us perishes, and the other has to go on living for centuries without the other?”

  “You’re not making any sense, sweetheart. What is this new dark notion infecting your spirit? Do you not trust that I shall be able to protect you?”

  “That’s not it, Lionel. Of course I believe you. But, the women in this family are waiting. We’re waiting for some kind of a plan.”

  “But we are trying to locate this devil who has caused so much harm to the family. He was probably the same creature who held Jeb captive. He is mortal, Phoebe. He can be destroyed, and we intend to do so.”

  “Why must we wait when you know this is right? We were meant for each other. Why restrict our love when you know that I’m telling you the truth? Or, are you merely humoring me? Pretending. I’m beginning to think you’re waiting for me to meet someone else. Could that be what’s going on? Because there is no reason to wait. No one will know.”

  “But I gave my promise.” Lionel felt his sexual buzz waning, being quickly replaced by anger. He needed to be careful or he’d say something he would later regret. “How can you possibly think I would allow anything to happen to you? It just is not possible.”

  “But that’s exactly what I’m talking about, Lionel. How do you know for certain what our future is?”

  “No one knows that,” he shot back, and then regretted his tone.

  “Then, if you are certain, husband, take me now. Prove to me that you are absolutely going to find this nemesis and remove him from the planet. Swear to me that you will be my husband in all ways possible.”

  He was going to interrupt again, but she quickly covered his mouth.

  “Swear it, husband. And then prove it. Take me across the threshold from girl to woman. Make me yours. I’m not asking for us to declare it publicly. I’m asking that you trust me with our secret.”

  He didn’t like being challenged. If he said he was certain of the outcome, he meant it. But while he didn’t need the proof, Phoebe did. He began to understand her frustration. She wanted more than words from him. And he could give her that. But the cost, or the risk, could be great.

  Was the risk worth it? Her logic was valid. What if Phoebe was right, and they were forever separated, and they had to walk alone in this cold and lonely world without each other? He knew if that were the case, he’d just end his life. But what about Phoebe?

  She was telling him that she wanted to be an equal partner in their sexual relationship. That she no longer wanted him to make the decision about going forward. Lionel saw for the first time, that perhaps his judgment had been clouded.

  Looking down upon her, he wondered if it were possible that their secret would hold, or did this no longer matter?

  She was waiting for his answer. She’d also been waiting all these weeks, and he knew they were no closer to finding a real solution then they were the day he married her. But what was changing every single day is that their love was growing. It was vibrant and gave him an even greater purpose in life.

  He’d even told Marcus that he couldn’t conceive of the fact that their attraction to one another wasn’t blessed. It was more than animal lust. It was a fating.

  They’d reached the point of no return.

  He smiled down upon her. His thumb traced the dark vein at the side of her neck all the way down until it was buried in the top of her shoulder. The familiar thirst for her fluids made his mouth feel parched. She watched him lick his lips. He didn’t hold back showing her his desire. She watched as his tongue rubbed over one of his canines, leaving a wound, preparing to give her a taste.

 
Her eyes were hopeful. He saw her astonishment as he pulled back the covers, knelt in front of her and bowed his head. He grabbed a pillow from the top of the bed and gently placed it under her rear. He saw red blotchy marks on her chest, and the way she struggled for air. It excited him to see her so nervous.

  He needed to ask one question with three very important words.

  “Are you sure?” he whispered.

  She rose up, throwing her arms around his neck, kissing him, taking the red elixir he’d prepared for her. She inhaled and squeezed his torso as hard as she could.

  “I have never been surer, husband. I knew it from the first day I saw you. I knew we were destined in this way. It means so much to me that you honor my request. That you trust me to handle whatever consequence this brings us. I promise that I will never regret our decision to be made one.” Brave tears framed her eyes and he was filled with tenderness.

  He lifted her chin with his thumb and forefinger. “It’s going to be a bumpy ride, Phoebe. Always know that I do this out of my love for you.”

  “And my love for you, husband.”

  He grinned.

  “What?”

  “I used to secretly dream about having you call my name as I pleasured you in my arms.” He pressed his thumb from the top of her forehead down her nose and then back-and-forth across her lips. “You are my wife, but you are Phoebe to me. Humor me, call me by my name, my Christian name.”

  Her eyes opened wide at first and then she caught the joke. “If I have my wits about me, Lionel, I promise.”

  He gently lay her back on the bed, admiring her perfect form. Her breasts were ripe and fully round, her nipples swollen and bright red like succulent cherries. He knew what most of her body felt like under his tongue. He also knew how it tasted. He could feel the little pulsing veins and capillaries as she nourished herself with the tiny droplets of his blood he’d shared with her before in their almost-lovemaking. But this was going to be different. He was going to savor every minute and remember every element as her body responded to him. And he prayed it would be as pleasurable for her as well.

  He read her mind as she wondered if there was going to be any pain.

  “I’m going to be very gentle,” he answered to her musing, leaning over. He whispered in her ear, “Just relax, and give yourself to me.”

  She blushed that her inner thoughts had been discovered.

  ‘You can’t hide from me,’ he said to her telepathically. ‘In time, you’ll bare it all without hesitation.’

  Lionel once more appreciated the beautiful curve of her neck and the bluish vein he felt pulsing beneath his fingers. He sent a series of nibbling kisses up and down, from her left ear to her clavicle, and then whispered again to her, “Now, does that hurt?”

  Phoebe giggled.

  His fingers massaged her opening just as she had done a few minutes before, and placed himself, ready to enter her. He twisted her bud between his thumb and third finger, which made her jump.

  And then slowly he breached the walls of her virginity.

  Her fingers were flailing at the sides of her face until he took one hand and gently placed it around his member so she could feel where they joined. Together, they traced where her tissues stretched to accept him until at last, he was fully inside.

  He began the incantations of love, the words spoken by vampire men to their fated mates for centuries. The words made her skin begin to glow, as if a light inside had suddenly been lit. He knew once she turned, this would be even more pronounced. But there was no mistaking the stunning and beautiful evidence displayed before him.

  He felt her soften, relax, and accept him fully as he penetrated deeper. The expression on her face was one of surprise as he withdrew slightly and then filled her all the way to his hilt.

  Lionel caressed Phoebe’s neck again with his tongue. Her head rushed to the side, fully exposing her vein to him. He let her fingers explore his mouth, touching his engorged fangs ready to take her.

  “Yes, oh please, Lionel. Please take me as your woman.” she whispered.

  He allowed the words to wash over him, satisfying his strong, protective maleness.

  He drew in air and then plunged deep into her neck, as she moaned and quivered beneath him, making mewling sounds while squeezing and scratching his back.

  Phoebe’s elixir made him ravenous for her. The long-dormant animal spirits in him rose and roared to the universe as he claimed her while he fucked her hard. His hips begin working furiously, and the harder he entered the softer and more pliable she became. She clutched his neck, pressing his face into her harder and deeper to take more.

  As he came up for air he blew into her face, pulling her torso up onto him. Adjusting his knees, he raised her to balance on his groin, holding her by the hips and moving her gently back and forth in a rocking motion as her sex began to quiver and then spasm.

  Her hair was drenched around the sides of her face and beads of sweat had collected on her upper lip and forehead. He smelled her arousal under her ear and even tasted remnants of it as he seared the tiny wound in her neck with his saliva. His fingers stroked her one more time appreciatively. He buried his nose between her breasts and lapped droplets of her essence.

  Lionel helped her peak in her arousal, and then cool off several times. She began to take charge, initiating intimate touches and changing angles as she rode him aggressively.

  He decided it was time for one more experience.

  “Now you will drink from me. Not too much, or it could make you sick. You will not have fangs of course until you turn.” He smiled as he continued to rock her up and down on his cock. She was so light he could hold her with one arm. He looked down at the place where they joined and invited her to feel him inside her. Her fingers reached for his balls and she squeezed.

  With one arm still around her waist, he leaned back to allow her to sit atop him. She hesitated as he lifted her up and then back down grinding her so that his cock met resistance deep inside her.

  She frowned.

  “Did I hurt you?”

  “Oh, Lionel I love this,” she said. Her eyes were unfocused. She pushed herself by her arms against his chest and he removed his hands letting her move herself up and down his shaft. Her body once again begin to shudder.

  He made a small slit over his right wrist and presented it to his wife. With both hands she gripped his forearm and sucked.

  He knew it would make her come instantly and was glad he hadn’t told her beforehand, so it came as a complete, pleasurable surprise. Dropping his arm, she arched, undulated, held her hair atop her head, squeezed her breasts, and allowed the long unforgiving orgasm to completely wash over her, filling her body with waves of pleasure he could feel as well.

  Lionel’s body responded in kind, as he filled her.

  He wasn’t sure she noticed. But he was determined to repeat the scene as many times as it took until she did.

  Chapter 13

  Phoebe knew someone in the family would figure out what they’d done if she didn’t stop dropping things and bumping into people. She and Lionel were playing it risky several times a day with little antics like having quickies in the kitchen pantry or asking Marcus if they could ride the little Kubota lawnmower around the front yard in the moonlight, all the time with Lionel’s cock firmly planted between her legs as she sat on his lap.

  She knew someone would eventually notice. And that could interfere with her plans to get hold of the book.

  She began to understand why Lionel was so good at being a bodyguard. He could keep a straight face, control his breathing. He could even stop his ejaculations and then turn them back on for her, which had been a bet she’d lost.

  The golden hue of her skin tone did concern her, however, because she knew, even if Anne and Cara didn’t know to notice it, Marcus or Paolo or one of the other men would definitely catch on. Lionel told her she’d have to stop giving him orals or she’d start torching like a firecracker and might even glow in the d
ark. She returned a smart retort, telling him she had no intention of cutting back and that now she wanted to watch them fuck in front of a mirror so she could experience all of it. She knew he was playing a joke on her, but it mattered not.

  He was losing arguments every day to her, or perhaps pretending to. At any rate, it was fun, and the games continued.

  “Are you sure I won’t get pregnant?” she asked Lionel one night.

  He was furiously pumping her from behind and gasped at her question. Out of breath, and more than a little irritated, he hissed, “Ask me in about five, no ten minutes. I need to fuck.”

  She liked that he talked dirty to her more now that they’d been so familiar.

  The memory of the dark murders had nearly been erased, even though it had been less than a week. When they were told that the man known as Salaman had returned to the desert, the whole family breathed a collective sigh of relief.

  Trying to redeem himself, Carmine broke the news to Marcus over the phone after they returned to their home in Tuscany. The council wanted him to be given a second chance, and the order for Marcus to appear was rescinded.

  That started the agreement with Marcus to allow Anne, Cara and Phoebe access to the book. Phoebe was thrilled to learn more about the world she had now officially joined.

  Cara, Anne, and Phoebe sat together on the long leather couch in Marcus’ study. Paolo stood in the corner, his legs and arms crossed, leaning against the bookcase. Lionel had not yet begun his day and was upstairs in their room.

  “I have agreed to allow the three of you to study on one condition. You must promise not to reveal its contents to anyone else. Obviously, I cannot stop you from discussing it amongst yourselves, but I ask you to do so privately, when you are certain you won’t be overheard.”

  “I’d like to insert something please.” Paolo walked over to the large library table that held the book and lightly traced his fingers over the ridges of the intricate gold tooling on the cover. “For the record, I’m not sure I approve. And I think Lionel agrees with me. Cara has discussed with me some of the properties of this book, and I’m not entirely sure it’s healthy. I’ve learned to be skeptical of things I don’t fully understand.”