I swallow hard and look down at his throat and away from his face. He is reading my thoughts. I can tell.
“I will never harm you. I never loved Deborah.”
“There’s no way…” I stop myself.
“That I love you? Of course, I love you. I’ve loved you from the moment I first saw you. I only hope in time that you can return the feeling.”
“I…”
“Shush, no need to talk now. You need to sleep.”
“What about you? It’s still daylight out.”
“I will not take my eyes off you again.” He kisses my forehead. I snuggle closer to him and close my eyes.
I am dreaming again, but this one is pleasant. I am having the most amazing sex of my life. My body is undulating in his arms. Slithering like a snake across the grass. I am rubbing against his shaft with my pelvis. He is trying to hold me still. Why doesn’t he want me to move? He kisses my mouth and down my cheek to my neck. He licks me with his tongue. I move my hands along his chest and shoulders. I feel him stroking my nipples with his palms and fingers. I moan. I feel my pleasure building inside me. Why hasn’t he entered me yet? He’s still suckling on my neck. He runs his hand down my spine to my ass and squeezes. He pulls me up closer to his mouth. He draws me in deeper. His hand slides between my cheeks and into my folds, he strokes me. I arch in pleasure, rearing my head back. I feel pain singe in my neck. His hand is now gone from in between my legs and is tangled in my hair. He pushes my head back towards him. The pain subsides and pleasure takes over again.
I feel like I am soaring on a sea of bliss. He is the current directing me which way to go. His hand finds my center again, and I shatter at his touch. I hear him moaning in response as he drinks more of me in. I reach down to touch him; he is hard and ready. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft but he takes my hand in his and removes it. I cry out in protest.
“Not now. I can’t be distracted. I have to focus on you, to listen to you, and what your body needs and wants.”
I open my eyes to that voice. It is Jacob’s voice. He is staring right through me. This is not a dream. I am in the middle of step two, and I didn’t even know it. When I start to panic, he tells me to calm down. We are both under the quilt now but only from the waist down. He’s seen it all before anyway stretched naked in those chains, so I do not try to cover myself. I am wet from his touch. I blush.
“I’m almost done with my part, only one more pint of blood. Close your eyes.”
“No,” I tell him, “I want to look at you, to watch you.”
He looks at me before his fangs shoot out again and his eyes darken. His face hardens and tightens. I lean forward and kiss him in his Vampire form. In my haste, I graze my lip on his fang. He devours the blood off my lip, and my stomach flutters. He notices and rolls me over on top of him. I feel the pressure of his organ getting ready to slide into me. He shifts his hips to correct the situation. Then he bites me on the other side of my neck. My weight is on top of him. My breasts are pressed into his chest. He holds me there so I cannot get up. His grip is strong. He sucks on me for several minutes. I yearn for him. I wish these minutes would last forever but I want him inside me now. I cannot wait until tomorrow night. I lift up my lower half and open my hips as I come down on his shaft. He slides in halfway before I ease myself down upon him. Our pelvic bones are touching. He sits up and looks at me. Neither one of us move. He smiles, exposing his white fangs. I am on his lap as he turns his back to the back of the couch and places his feet on the floor. We do not lose our connection. He takes one of my breasts in his hand and teases my hard nipple. He has strong fingers. I start rocking with my hips, going faster and faster. He moans. He takes my other breast in his mouth and suckles. We are getting closer to climaxing. His hands are on my hips and butt.
“Bite me,” he orders.
“I can’t. I don’t have fangs,” I tell him.
“Yes, you do,” he answers.
I lean up to his neck. Urges and desires are taking over. I feel my gums ache and blood trickles onto my tongue. I lick the roof of my mouth and feel the pointed tips of my teeth. I look at him. He is smiling again. I return the grin, showing him my new fangs.
He chuckles right before I bite him. I drink all I can and as fast as I can. I cannot get enough. He starts pumping with his hips as I suck. He stands up faster than I know and slams me against the wall across the room. He is still inside me, and I still have him by the throat. He is violently having sex with me, raw and uninhibited. I am losing all my senses. I release my fangs from him. Blood is trickling down my mouth and chin. He kisses me, licking it all off. I am panting hard. His thrusts are fast, and I scream as my orgasm approaches. He bends his head down and takes my nipple between his fangs and sinks them in. I scream again only louder this time. He pumps me several more times and tells me to bite him again. I do. This time his blood tastes different, more sensual, more erotic, and more sexual. It tastes better during an orgasm.
He lowers me down off the wall and tells me that I have had enough blood. I fight with my inner Demons to release him. He grabs me by the hair and tugs. Still I hold on.
“You don’t know the different venoms in your fangs yet. I have to teach you. Please let go before you poison me.” His words remind me of what Charles did to me. I retract my fangs back into their gums and look at him.
“Sorry,” I say.
“Lesson one; blood is better when mixed with hormones from an orgasm. That is why we Vampires are so sexually charged.” He pauses then looks at me. “You have to trust me.” He looks worried.
“I do.”
“I need to chain you back up now,” he informs me.
“Are you leaving? You said you wouldn’t.” I am getting nervous.
“No, I’m not going anywhere. You remember what happens next?”
I gulp at the thought. He leads me out of the bedroom and into the dungeon. I can smell the sewer even stronger now, and I smell Sarah’s death. I hesitate as he asks me to raise my arms to be chained again, but I finally obey. He closes my right wrist in the manacle. He looks into my eyes and then kisses me passionately. He takes the manacle and tightens it around my left wrist. He walks over to the steps and takes a seat.
“Am I on display again?” I ask, not feeling too comfortable with this idea.
“For my eyes only,” he says. He watches me intently for several minutes then lowers his head. His dark brown hair falls over his face. “It should have started by now. I’m afraid I have failed you again.”
“If this doesn’t happen before sunrise and I am going to die, promise me that you will kill me fast like you did Sarah.”
He looks at me with hurt in his eyes. He nods his head yes. “I hope it doesn’t come to that, but I will do as you ask.”
Three more hours go by, and I still feel the same inside. It’s growing hotter in this dungeon and the air is thick and dewy. I’m afraid that I’m going to die after all, this time by the hands of someone I am beginning to care about. Jacob gets up and walks around me, circling like a shark in the water. He looks me up and down.
“What time is it?” I ask, fearing I am the bait.
“We still have time. Don’t worry,” he answers. It must be later than I think or he would have told me. “You think it’s hot in here?” he asks as he traces a bead of sweat down my body with his finger. I shudder.
“I’m sweating, aren’t I?” I reply.
“That’s a good sign,” he tells me.
My taste buds sour, and I lean my head to the side. As I stand straight up, the vomit goes all over the side of my leg. Jacob is instantly behind me with one arm around my waist and one hand holding my hair. He pushes my head forward, leaning me over the grate. I spill more contents of my stomach into the sewer. I have never thrown up this much in my life. I lose count of how many times. My body is slipping in his grip because of all my sweat. I am convulsing. I see my stomach rippling under my skin. I look down in horror and feel the pain in my abdome
n. It feels like I am being gutted by a bear. Jacob releases his hold on me and steps back. My stomach cramps, and I shake in the chains. I wish I could double over. I scream as my bowel and intestine contents fall out of my body. I wish I was alone. I tell him to leave. He tells me never. My stomach cramps again and blood runs down my legs. I look down at myself and try to vomit again but nothing comes out. I am weak and sink down with only my chains to support me. Jacob turns around and walks away. I do not blame him. I stink like death and decay.
I feel the cold spray of water on my back and draw my shoulder blades together as if to block it. I cannot get to my feet. He is hosing me off with a water hose. I’m really going to have to talk to him about getting a hot water heater put in. He comes around to the front of me and sprays me down again. He then washes the rest of the stone off and into the drain.
“I need more blood,” I say.
“No,” he replies and walks off to the bedroom. I think he is getting me a towel but comes back empty-handed. “Sunrise broke twenty minutes ago. We barely made it. I’m going to push the couch out here and sleep. I know I said I wouldn’t, but I gave you more of my blood than I normally would. I should have given you more, apparently.”
“Where am I going to sleep?” I ask, hoping not to hear the answer that I know is coming.
“I can’t take you down for several more hours, I’m sorry. You said you needed more blood. You would find a way to get it even if you killed me.” He leaves me there and goes to retrieve his soft, cushioned couch. The one we made love on.
“You said you were strong enough to handle me,” I mock him.
“Usually that is true, but as I have said I am weak and need to sleep for our coupling tonight.”
I blush at what lies ahead for me even though we know each other’s bodies intimately. Earlier it was sex, tonight, he will ask for so much more. I think that he rarely admits to being weak so I do not push the issue. He walks over to me and strokes my face with his fingers. “There is something I could do that would get you released from the chains now.”
“Do it,” I demand. He presses two fingers against my temple and utters one word. “Sleep.”
Chapter 2
Again I dream of the cliff and the waterfall. I think that he must be feeding me, but he is not. I try to open my eyes but I cannot. I am running toward the edge. My side is hurting. I look down and see blood soaking through my shirt. Someone is chasing me and shouting. It is not Jacob’s voice, but I know it. I stop short of falling over the steep cliff. I look back at my pursuer and then again at the pool beneath me. I feel a hand on my shoulder. I look over in time to see Jacob push me off the edge. I scream as I fall through the air. I sink fast to the bottom of the pool. I hear another splash above me. I swim as hard as I can for the surface before my air runs out. My lungs are burning and my heart is rapidly pounding in my chest. I feel someone grab my ankle and hold me under.
I wake up in a different room. This one is much more elegant with its furnishing and window coverings. There are automatic blinds on the windows. The room is dark with only a soft yellow lamp on my bedside table. Jacob is sound asleep. I can tell that it is daylight out by a feeling in my gut; that is, if I still had a gut left. But somehow I know. I look at him stretched out on his stomach, his broad shoulders resting just below his jugular. I stare at the pulsing beat and lick my lips. Reluctantly, I roll over onto my side and face the other direction. I cannot look at him. He said I would kill him so I try not to think about his blood sliding down my throat soothing my appetite.
Good girl, I hear him say. I look back over, and he is still lying there as if asleep. He must have projected the words in my mind. He told me I’d be able to hear him eventually. I want to touch him, to lift up these covers and see what is underneath. I am still naked. I guess he doesn’t have clothes for me or prefers me this way. I feel him roll over to his side and spoon me. I can tell now that he is naked also, but he doesn’t wake up. Sleep, he commands again.
I do not dream this time. When I open my eyes, Jacob is gone and a woman is sitting on the side of the bed.
“My name is Jessica. Jacob is gone to feed. He is close by. He’ll be back soon. He sent me to watch you.”
I want to back away and pull the covers up to my chin. She is definitely watching me but couldn’t she do that from the chair and not the bed? “Do you have any clothes?” she asks, and I shake my head no. “Well, wrap that sheet around you and follow me to my room.” I realize that Jacob must have heard me earlier and sent her to clothe me. I do as she asks, mainly because I really don’t want to be without a wardrobe again. We are about the same size, and she is beautiful.
“Jacob is my brother. He turned me about seven years after he was created. He got me out of a really bad situation.”
“How was he created?” I ask.
“That is his story to tell, and I will not dishonor him by being the one to tell you,” she says.
“Well, why didn’t he turn me like he did you? Why is he making me his bride?”
Jessica stops walking and looks at me. “You do remind him of someone. You look a lot like her.”
“Who? Marion?”
“I’m surprised he spoke of her with you. I wouldn’t bring it up to him anymore if I were you.”
“I will not be her replacement.”
“That is not his intention. My friend will be upset that Jacob is marrying you.”
“Well then, I guess I won’t invite her to the wedding.”
She chuckles. “I can see his attraction. My room’s right here.” She opens the large door. The room looks fit for a princess. For all I know, she could be royalty. A purple and blue satin canopy bed is diagonal in the room. A white desk with chair is sitting in front of a heavily draped window. Yellow wallpaper covers the top half of the room and white wood paneling on the bottom half. My mouth flies open.
“I love your room.”
She smiles at me. “Wait till you see the closets.”
She has three walk-in closets custom built. She leads me into one and hands me an outfit. I’m not bashful, not anymore. I drop my sheet and put on the dress. I am in Heaven. I try on many clothes and shoes. She gives me jewelry and purses. Her bed is piled full of my freebies. I feel like I have won a shopping spree.
“Jacob’s back,” she says. “We have to hurry to get you back in bed. I have one more outfit to show you.” I guess I was wrong about Jacob sending her to clothe me. She walks over to the big cedar chest at the foot of her bed and opens the lid. She pulls out a green box, closes the chest, and lays the box on top of it. “I was going to wear this on my wedding night, but my love was taken from me. I will not find another,” she says as she tears up. “I want you to wear this tonight. I want to do this as my gift to the both of you.” She pulls out a white silk negligee. It has spaghetti straps with a red silk empire belted waist that rests just below a lace bosom. It touches the floor with slits all the way up to the top of the thighs on both sides. The back is all lace, and it wraps around the buttocks and gathers back into silk.
“It is so beautiful. Thank you.”
She picks up a silk matching robe with feathers around the collar and hands it to me. “Wear the red shoes I gave you.”
“I’m so glad you are helping me. I feel like we are friends already,” I say.
“We are not friends,” she says. I swallow and look down. “We are family. Welcome,” she says as she hugs me.
I walk over to Jacob’s room carrying a pile of clothes. As she watches me leave, she tells me that I’m welcome to her closet anytime. I falter in my step and lean against the wall. I feel hunger growing deep inside me. I want food. I want blood. Jessica sees me and runs down the hall.
“I shouldn’t have gotten you out of bed. He is going to be so pissed.”
“I just need a drink,” I say, looking at her throat.
“No, you can’t drink anyone’s blood but his, not until you turn and your body gets used to the digestion of it.”<
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I drop the clothes and claw at her throat. She struggles to free herself and runs away. I scream for Jacob as I look down at my bloody fingers. I raise my hands to my mouth, ready to lick my crimson treats like popsicles. I close my eyes and open my mouth. I stop frozen still in an instant. Jacob has me by the wrists. Jessica’s blood is inches from my tongue.
No, he tells me through his thoughts. You’ll die.
I look at him. We both have tears in our eyes. For whatever reason, this man loves me. I relax my arms. He raises my hands to his mouth and licks the blood off my fingers one by one. Then he lets go of my wrists. He bows his head to me, presenting his neck as an offering. I close my eyes and feel my fangs emerge. I lean in and take his skin in my mouth circling my tongue over his vein. He sighs. I bite. I can feel the pain go through him as I suck on his neck. It wasn’t painful when he bit me. I must be doing it wrong. I try to think of how I felt in his arms. How he touched me. My anxiety fades, and I am emotionally and sexually charged. His pain is subsiding in my mind.
“That’s better,” he says. After a few more minutes he asks me if I have had my fill.
My hunger for blood is diminished. I release my teeth from his neck. The holes are starting to heal.
“Lick it,” he tells me. I do as I am told and lick the remaining drops of blood on his neck. The wounds immediately close. I understand two things in that moment. Lesson two and three: you control what your victims or lovers feel, and saliva heals wounds.
“Very good. You are learning fast.” He leans down and picks up my clothes. He reaches for the green box.
“I’ll get that,” I say, not wanting the lid to open and ruin his surprise. “How much time do we have?” I ask.
“Three hours till midnight. That’s when I will begin.”
“I would like to be alone from eleven till twelve,” I say, not knowing if it is possible.
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