by Alice Brown
Erica quickly sat up on the bed in front of him, her mind spinning out of control, as her heart started racing uncontrollably. Holy cow! Was she ready to tie herself to another vampire? Why didn’t the idea of being with another vampire have her terrified? Deep down, she knew that this was what everything was coming to. She sighed nervously. What would she do if things didn’t work out? Where would she go? She glanced back over to Kevin, and her eyes locked with his. He was the complete opposite of Shawn, and she knew this to be fact. He was gentle and kind to a fault, yet strong enough to keep his family and community safe. Erica knew she was starting to fall for him, even though she wasn’t truly free to do so. She also knew without a shadow of a doubt that he would never hurt her, not the way Shawn did.
She slowly eased back down on the bed as Kevin watched the conflicting emotions skate across her face. Instinctively realizing that she needed to make this next move on her own, and also with the knowledge that her trust was still being given cautiously, he remained absolutely motionless. He had come too far to scare her off now. He silently observed her as she reached up to lightly stroke his cheek, much like he had done to her on numerous occasions. Before he could stop himself, his lips moved on their own accord, and he turned his head and caught one finger with his mouth. He ran his tongue across the digit, and then gently sucked on it. He took a quick glance to her face to gauge her emotions, and found her eyes closed, with a look of blissfulness on her face. He took that as permission to continue. Releasing her digit from his mouth, he trailed kisses down the inside of her hand, and then to her wrist. He brought his own hand up to steady hers, as it was becoming a bit shaky, and slowly swirled the tip of his tongue along the inside of her wrist. He inhaled deeply, the scent of lavender from her bath filling his senses. He heard her quick intake of breath, and glanced over just in time to see a delicious shiver run over her. “Your skin is so amazingly soft,” he whispered, as he continued torturing her with his tongue on her wrist. He trailed kisses back up her hand, and then finally broke off with a low groan. Another quick glance confirmed she certainly seemed to be enjoying his attention, but he knew it was imperative to take things slow with her. Besides, his body was already screaming in agony, as he noted that yet another cold shower would be on his agenda this evening.
Erica opened her eyes, a little surprised at both the fact that Kevin had stopped, and even more importantly, she had actually been enjoying his attention. He was being so very gentle that it surprised her to realize she had let her guard down and had been able to enjoy the attention he was giving her. Still caught up in the heat of the moment, her body acted on its own, as she leaned forward, and gently pressed her lips to his.
What Erica had meant as a very short “peck on the lips” turned out to be the exact opposite. As soon as her lips touched his, Kevin quickly took over. His hands went immediately to tangle in her hair, as he gently pulled her closer to him. He had waited for this moment for so long, and he now allowed just a tiny bit of his feelings to flow through him to her. He felt his fangs pushing their way forward, threatening to drop down and make their appearance, and he quickly forced them back up and out of sight. No sense in ruining a perfectly good kiss, he scolded his beast. He overpowered her immediately, but felt no resistance coming from her.
Once Kevin had Erica pressed up against him and his arms wrapped around her slender body, he concentrated on showing her just how much he loved her as he made love to her mouth. He nibbled lightly on her bottom lip, then slowly moved upward and teased her lips with his tongue. When she opened for him, he dipped his tongue in to taste the inside of her mouth. Warm and sweet, just like he knew it would be. Their tongues met, dueled for a moment, and then he again nibbled lightly on her bottom lip. Erica felt a shiver going down her spine as warmth crept throughout her body. She could feel the moisture building in her center between her legs, as an almost dull throb started in her core.
With her arms wrapped around his neck, Kevin rested his hands on her hips for a moment, and then allowed them to explore. He bunched up the thin nightshirt she was wearing and allowed his fingertips to skate over her smooth skin as he traveled upward from her hips to her breasts. God, she both felt and tasted like heaven! His hand brushed the underside of those luscious mounds, and he wanted to get a good look at them. His thumb lightly grazed over her nipples, feeling them hardening even more under his touch. He wanted a taste. Was it too soon?
Slowly, carefully, he slid them so that she was under him. By this time he had her nightshirt completely up, but he left it on her. Somehow he knew it would help her overcome some of her skittishness. He looked down at the perfect body splayed out before him. She was beautiful. Her breasts were round raised globes with the prettiest sweet dark pink berries on top. Her legs were long and lean, made to wrap around him. He could smell her arousal through her modest bikini underwear.
Looking into her eyes, he asked, “Do you trust me?”
“Yes,” she replied in a tortured whisper.
The allurement of her wet, swollen lips were too much to ignore and he swept back in for another scorching kiss. Her lips held a faint taste of the wine she had been drinking earlier, and Kevin wanted nothing more than to get drunk on the taste of her alone.
Still caressing her tits, he looked deep into her eyes. In a gentle whisper, he inquired, “Remember when I wanted to taste these ripe berries last time?” She barely got in a quick nod before he continued, “Would you consider letting me now?”
She nodded again, but he refused to accept that. “I need to hear the words, baby. I need to know you want this as much as I do.”
She bit her lower lip as she gazed up into his eyes. “Yes, Kevin. Please put your mouth on me.” Her face was ablaze over uttering those words, and he smiled. One day she wouldn’t be afraid or ashamed of asking for what she wanted. One day he would see to it that she was confident enough to come to him for anything, knowing he would always take care of her and fill her every need.
Her beautiful breasts sang to him. He took one in each hand, a good handful each, gently stroking her nipples with his thumbs. He brought them together as he watched her nipples harden even more under his touch, dreaming of burying his face between the two globes. As a vampire he technically didn’t need to breathe in air. Oh, most of the time they all went ahead and used it. Why not? It was there for the taking anyways, and it certainly had helped on more than one occasion in distracting the humans who became suspicious of what they were. But at the given moment he couldn’t think of anything better than burying his face between these two lovely breasts for a couple of hours, unless it was his dick between these two beautiful globes. Hmmm, the image came to mind of him sliding his cock between her breasts, her mouth waiting for the head to come through so she could lick the top of his dick like a lollipop. God, he was a goner!
He tried putting his fantasies back away for the time being, knowing there would be plenty of time later to explore with her. Patience, he reminded himself.
He continued to weigh each globe in a hand, as his thumbs began an all-out assault. He soon realized that she preferred a gentle touch, and that her breasts seemed very sensitive to touch. That was information he needed to know. He had learned a long time ago that each woman’s breasts were different: different sizes, different color of areola and nipples, and different shapes and sizes of said areola and nipples. Every woman enjoyed a different touch also. While some liked a more firm touch, including pinching and twisting of the nipple area, others had their juices flowing down their thighs from just a mere tantalizing touch. It would seem Erica fit into this last category. He smiled. Now that he knew what touch worked best on her breasts, and couldn’t wait until he could explore her little clit with his tongue. He’d be willing to make a bet that he could have her climaxing within a minute or so. And speaking of climaxing, as lovely as she was beginning to writhe against him, he wondered if he could bring her off from just paying homage to her beautiful breasts.
He loo
ked down at his handiwork and took a moment just to admire the beauty in front of him. She had the prettiest breasts he had ever had the pleasure of seeing. Her nipples were a dark pink, both currently pointing straight upwards in hard little points. He leaned down and gave a gentle lick to her right nipple, and then quickly followed it up with a lick to her left. He watched in wonder as both formed into a tighter peak. Concentrating his attention back on the right, he gave another lick as he carefully placed his hand around the base. He glanced up to Erica’s face, assuring himself that she was truly enjoying his touch. He found her eyes closed tightly, a slight smile across her lips, and a look of contentment going across her face. He took one budded nipple in his mouth and gently suckled. His other hand moved over to her other breast to lightly caress the extended bud until his mouth could be freed up. He gave a gentle tweak to her extended nipple, taking great care not to apply too much pressure, and heard her gasp above him. He glanced up to see her head pushed back, eyes closed, neck bared, with the look of total ecstasy on her face. He applied just a bit more suction to the nipple that was currently in his mouth while pressing it against the roof with his tongue. She pulled her leg up to his thigh, and he quickly caught hold of it with his free hand and held it high while inserting his own leg between hers to ride.
His engorged cock threatened to burst the zipper, and he quickly decided on a change in tactics and grabbed her other leg, bringing both up around his hips. He reached down and quickly unzipped, pulling out his pulsating shaft. His dick was hard, hot, and more than ready to be released for action. She was so far gone he didn’t even think she noticed his tactical move. She began riding him, rubbing her cloth covered clit against his hard cock. He moved over to her other breast, giving it the same attention as he had the first. His fingers could feel the first nipple harden even tighter due to the cool air now surrounding it, the wetness from his mouth bringing it to a tighter peak.
His beast was wallowing in the fact that their mate was finally allowing his touch. It wanted more, but Kevin quickly pushed that back down. No, she wasn’t ready to go all the way yet, he could feel that on an emotional level. But by God, he had no intentions of letting her go tonight without first watching her face as she climaxed. He wanted to see her in the throes of ecstasy.
She began pressing her cloth covered pussy tighter against his dick, riding him harder, using the strength in her legs to hold herself pressed tight up against him. He was close himself, getting turned on just watching her unleash her own sensuality. He sucked hard on the nipple in his mouth, lightly tweaked her other, and moved his hands down to her waist to help keep her in a steady rhythm that would bring them both to their climax.
She shouted out her release seconds later, and he groaned out his. She rode his groin hard for a few more seconds, extending out her pleasure. Kevin’s own release came from watching her face thrown back in complete abandon, her body blooming in ecstasy. She was enchanting, resplendent, and magnificent.
She laid her head on his chest while trying to catch her breath. He was uncomfortable to say the least with his own release now cooling and sticking to his skin, but he wouldn’t deny her this post-coital bliss.
After a moment, he heard her mumble into his chest, “Um, you are um…kind of wet.”
He chuckled as he kissed the top of her head. “Yes, maybe we should look at getting cleaned up. I’ll wash your back if you wash mine.”
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Saturday morning found Erica feeling very anxious. The closer the time came to leave, the more nervous she became. At one point she had locked herself in the bathroom for a bit, sure she was going to be sick.
Jennifer had volunteered to go along and help with the packing. Kevin had lined up his second-in-command, Marshall, and also Joshua from his team to go along for backup. Kevin had confided in Erica last night that he was certain Joshua liked Jennifer, but had been slow on acting on his feelings. When Kevin mentioned to him that Jennifer would be accompanying them, he volunteered at once, not wanting to miss being able to see her.
Jennifer and Erica both rode with Kevin in the rental truck, arriving at an eerie, all-too-quiet house. Kevin had made arrangements for Joshua and Marshall to meet them on-site. As the rental truck pulled into the driveway, both men were sitting on their motorcycles in the driveway. Marshall had dark hair like Kevin, was just a little shorter than Kevin, and well built. Joshua, at first glance, reminded Erica of a beach bum. His hair was dirty blond, a bit disheveled, and he was every bit as tall and built as Kevin was. Kevin informed the two men that he would be staying outside at the truck to keep an eye out, and packing the truck. Both men were instructed on their main duty as bodyguards while the girls were inside. They were also responsible for helping Kevin in getting everything outside to be loaded.
As Erica led the way into the house, an uneasy feeling washed over her. She chalked it up to all the horrible memories this house held. Walking in the front door, it was deadly silent. A chill ran down Erica’s spine, and she now questioned her own sanity in wanting to come back to this house of horrors to retrieve a few personal possessions. The house had an extreme coldness to it, and Erica recognized the difference immediately. She had quickly become accustomed to the O’Rourke household. Even though everyone in that household was a vampire, the love and warmth could be felt throughout.
Jennifer, sensing Erica’s nervousness, kept her own guard up until the house had been checked and confirmed to be empty. Erica began pointing to a few pieces of furniture that she planned on taking, and then scooted out of the way for the men to start moving it out to the truck. The two girls moved into the master bedroom to start packing clothing and personal items. They had been packing items for about five minutes when Jennifer stated, “Make sure you are thorough in getting whatever you want out of here. This is a one-time trip only, you know.”
Erica started to answer when Jennifer suddenly dumped or dropped the drawer full of makeup that had been in her hands into the waiting empty box sitting on the floor. When it hit, the crash was loud, with the unmistakable sound of breaking glass. Erica’s back had been turned, and the loud crash had her spinning around to find out what happened. She spun around just in time to see Jennifer drop into a crouched position with her eyes going white. She seemed to be snarling, and after a quick second look, Erica could see her fangs glistening. She felt her heart constrict in absolute terror, as she realized in that split second that the house was silent. All the men were outside. She and Jennifer were alone in the house.
Erica forced her still-stunned gaze behind her, where Jennifer’s attention seemed to be focused. There, as if appearing from nowhere, stood Shawn. He spoke only two words, “You’re dead.” He then immediately turned on his heel and flew out the window before another second could pass. Although only two words had been spoken, they were powerful. A chill ran down Erica’s spine, as her body stood rigid and still, unable to move a muscle.
It all happened so quickly. Erica knew her heart hadn’t had the chance to beat out two full beats. She quickly blinked. Had she just imagined the whole scene? No, Jennifer was still in front of her in a crouched position, the box of what used to be her makeup, now probably a box full of shattered glass sitting at her side.
The next second brought a loud thud at the front door as all three men came bursting in at once. Their eyes were the same white as Jennifer’s, with fangs bared. If Erica hadn’t still been in shock over what just took place in front of her less than five seconds ago, she would have found the scene of the three vampire men barging in the front door a little overwhelming. As it was, she was still so shaken up. All she could do was place her hand over her chest, willing her heart rate to slow down.
Kevin delivered a quick order for the other two to stay put and guard, as he threw himself out the same open window Shawn had used to chase him down. Marshall told Joshua to stay put and guard the women, as he started a security sweep of the house just to be certain it was empty.
Erica looked d
own when she noticed Jennifer was still in a crouched position. She hadn’t moved, and seemed to be in some type of trance. Suddenly, she looked up at Erica and stood up abruptly. Taking a quick glance down at the disarray that used to be Erica’s makeup, she glanced at her hand and snorted. “Oh crap, I chipped my nail polish!”
Erica stood staring at her in total disbelief. She took a few seconds to pull her thoughts together, still in a bit of shock over what had transpired. They had just had an unwanted visitor threatening murder, and Jennifer complains of a chipped nail! “Seriously, Jennifer, you’re concerned about your nails?” Erica asked, with a bit of a chuckle, as some of the tension slipped away from her. As soon as Jennifer glanced over Erica’s way, both girls burst out laughing over the comment.
Joshua, who stood guard over the two young women, shook his head in disbelief thinking they surely were suffering some sort of mental breakdown over the stress. “I am sure glad I don’t have to live with these two on a full time basis,” he muttered to himself, as he wondered how Kevin did it.
Erica quickly threw together the last few remaining items she wanted. Suddenly, she was in a hurry to put as much space between her and the horrors this house held as she could. In a sudden moment of clarity, she realized everything around her could be replaced. The house and everything in it was a constant reminder of what a horrible monster she had married to. She wanted those nightmares behind her. She was ready to start her new life. As she took one final look around, she didn’t need or want anything else in this house. She walked to the front door, knowing this would be the last time she would ever have to see this house again. That thought alone lightened her mood considerably. She was more than ready to leave.
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