by J. L. Ostle
Why does everything taste so much better?
I know why, it all screams money. I wouldn’t be surprised if this bottle of Champagne was ten thousand dollars.
I notice the guys have black glasses full of something, and they are all looking at it and then looking at me. I look into Slate’s cup, and it’s too dark to see but I’m sure its blood. They are scared to drink in front of me.
“You can drink it; I’m over it.” I think.
Rush takes the first sip, and even though the lighting is low, I can see the veins start to form. One by one, each of them starts drinking, and I sit there watching them. Caspian is looking at the ground, and Slate is looking away from me. This is ridiculous.
I take hold of Slate’s hand, wanting him to know I’m okay with it. He looks at me and the veins have completely gone. I didn’t even touch his face.
“The veins are gone,” I whisper.
“They are? You aren’t even touching them.” He looks at the guys, and they all look at me.
“Let me see.” Zeke’s hand lands on Slate’s hand, and his veins start disappearing; I’m not even touching him.
“Holy shit, yours are fading,” Rush shouts out. Rush touches Zeke’s arm, and his veins start disappearing as well.
What is going on?
“Everyone touch each other,” Slate tells the guys.
“Dude...” Zeke tries to joke, and Slate gives him a look. “Chill man.”
Each of them touches the other’s arm. I keep holding onto Slate’s, and the veins are now completely gone. I let go and sit back. The guys all look at me, this time with curiosity.
“You can control it; you are controlling your gift,” Slate says, taking hold of my hands.
“We don’t even know what my gift is,” I tell him
“Whatever it is, it’s amazing. Can you imagine if we needed to feed in public, we won’t have to hide it from our fans. You will be able to stop it.”
“I wonder what else she can can control. Do you think her blood could turn someone human?” Rush asks, and this time we all look at him. “Just saying, it could. I have read so many books over the years that I wouldn’t be surprised if her blood is the main source of her gift.”
“No one is taking my blood. Besides, what if you take it and you die faster. It turns you human, but you turn into your rightful age? You will turn into dust.”
“No way I am turning into dust. Besides, there’s no cure for vampirism.” Zeke sits back, grabbing his cup, taking hold of my hand, and downing his blood. We all look at him, but no veins show up at all. “This is crazy though. The girl we all want to be with is the very girl who has magical powers over us. Could you imagine if the only reason we are attracted to her is because of her gift,” Zeke laughs. I gawk at him.
What if it is why they all like me?
Maybe because I wanted them, I used my gift for them to want me too.
“You might be right.” I stand up.
“He isn’t right.” Caspian stands. “You can’t control who you like.”
“You all can. You can compel people to do as you say. Maybe I am subconsciously doing that to you.” I start to panic.
Caspian comes over to me, placing his hands on my cheeks, looking into my eyes. “We want you for you. We like you because you are beautiful, funny, cute when you blush.” On cue, I blush. “You are caring, and you are a strong, brave person. How can we not fall for that?” He leans in and kisses my lips. I hold onto his upper arms, returning his kiss.
“I bet you think I’m weird?” I whisper.
“It’s a good thing I like weird.” He kisses me again.
“Sorry guys, the joys of women, we can get crazy at times,” I try and joke. “Is it okay if we don’t talk about my gift and just have fun?” I think I need a good drink though.
“Whatever you want, petal,” Slate says going to the bar and ordering drinks. He soon comes back with a tray of different kinds of shots, placing them on the table. “You have whatever you like; we will look after you.” I take a green looking shot, letting the apple flavor burn down my throat.
Chapter Thirteen
Ivory
We all talk about things that happened in our lives, laughing. I am getting to know each of them a little bit more. I find it so fascinating, hearing stories about things that happened so long ago. Just hearing them talk about being in the World War One and Two was crazy.
I have lost count of how many shots, cocktails, and glasses of Champagne I have had; my body feels buzzed. I am looking out to the dance floor, watching people dance, missing Emz like crazy. I need to call her tomorrow morning and fill her in on my new boyfriends.
“You not going to dance?” Rush sits next to me.
“Rush.” I put my arms out, hugging him, and he chuckles at me. “I can’t dance by myself,” I tell him.
“They know how to dance.” Rush points to the guys. “They went to grand balls over the years and had no choice but to learn to dance.”
“You guys know how to dance?” I turn to them.
“Yeah, we know how to dance.” Slate smiles tenderly down at me.
“You want to dance with me please,” I say sweetly.
“Can you dance? You may have had a little too much to drink.”
“I am good. I want to shake my groove thang.” I slide off them and stand, staggering on my feet. Zeke is at my side in an instant, helping me balance. “Let’s go.” I salute at them, stumbling to the dance floor.
I am shaking my hips to the beat when the song “Lambada” by Kid Creole and the Coconuts come on, and I jump up and down in happiness. I love this song. I move my body to the rhythm, my hands tunneling in my hair, singing along to the words. The guys stand there, watching me.
I sing to them, my hands sliding down my neck, down the sides of my breasts. Their eyes follow my movements before Slate walks toward me, taking hold of my hand and spinning me out then back in. He presses his body against mine, and we sway. I feel his hands glide down my back until I feel a hand take my other hand, pulling me away.
Zeke sways with me, and he takes hold of my waist and dips me, my body and head dipping back before he brings back. He lifts one of my legs, wrapping it around his thigh, and lifts me off the floor and spins, my arms around his neck before my hand is once again taken, and I am pulled into Caspian’s body.
He takes hold of both hands and places them around his neck, his hands moving to my hips. He pulls me into him, causing me to feel his erection. His eyes stay on mine as we sway, and I feel his fingers glide to my thighs. Before he can lift my dress, I am taken once again.
Slate twirls me, Zeke then takes hold of my hand and twirls me toward him, and then Caspian takes my hand and twirls me. Before I know it, the song is finished, and that’s when I notice people have created a circle like they do in the movies and cameras are out recording us.
I feel like the alcohol has left my system, well, not all of it; I still feel a little sluggish, but I feel a little embarrassed that people watched us. I bet they filmed us as I looked like a complete idiot. I head back to the VIP area. When I look back, the guys are surrounded by fans, asking for autographs; Nile and Bert are next to them.
I sit next to Rush, and he is looking at me. “What?”
“How did you learn to dance like that?” he asks me.
“I love dancing. Emz and I used to go to dance classes, and when we were younger, we copied dance moves from music videos. I wanted to be a ballerina.”
“You move so well. You are good.”
I wave him off. “I haven’t danced like that in years; I’m sure I sucked at it.”
“What have I told you about that word?” He leans in, making me fall back on the couch, him hovering above me. “It’s like you want me to suck you, petal.” He licks along my neck. “All you have to do is ask.” He looks at me and releases his fangs.
I don’t move. I’m not scared; in fact, I wonder what it would feel like for him to bite me. In my dream, i
t was so hot. Would it hurt? I move my head so I’m exposing my neck. I feel him lean down.
“I know you’re drunk; you wouldn’t let me bite you if you weren’t.” I feel his fang scrape along my jaw. “How I wish I could have one little taste.” He moves back to my neck. “Just one taste,” he sighs before sitting back up. I look at him, and his eyes are dark.
“Does it hurt?”
“For a moment, but I’ve been told when you’re in ecstasy, it feels like your body is in intense pleasure.”
“That dream I had that first night. I dreamed you all bit me. You bit me right here.” I lift my dress, exposing my inner thigh. “I can imagine you going down on me, me on the brink, before you bite me.”
“Please stop talking.” I watch him adjust himself.
“But my blood…”
“Your blood wouldn’t do anything to us. I was just talking about it if this wasn’t in real life. Your blood would just be an aphrodisiac, that’s all.”
I scoot closer, resting my legs over him. I lift my hair, showing him my neck. “Are you always tempted to bite someone when you see their neck?”
“Just yours.” His hands land on my legs, his fingers gliding up and down. “Yours is what I crave to taste.”
“But you didn’t when I offered.”
“You are different. When and if you ever left me drink from you, I want you completely sober, and I want you to beg me. Trust me though, I am sure you will before these two months are up.” He winks at me.
“Are you ready to go petal?” Slate comes over and offers me his hand.
“I think so.” I stand up, taking hold of his hand. He helps me get into the limo outside. I am sitting in Slate’s lap, my head cuddled into his neck. With the motion of the drive, my eyes start to get heavy and soon darkness takes over.
I don’t remember falling asleep, but when I open my eyes, I am being carried into a bedroom and laid on a bed. I see Slate lifting the blanket over me, and he smiles when he sees me watching him.
“I tried not wake you,” he whispers.
“Sorry I fell asleep; I’m such a lightweight,” I giggle.
He strokes my hair, leaning down to peck my lips. Before he has a chance to pull back, I grab the back of his neck, deepening the kiss. I kiss him hard, gripping onto the back of his hair. When he does pull back, my breathing is coming fast.
“I will let you sleep.” He stands. I kneel up on the bed, pulling his shirt.
“Stay with me,” I say so softly.
“To sleep.”
“To sleep with me.” I hope he knows I mean sex. I see him look at the door. “I’m not drunk. I’m tipsy, but I want this. Slate, make love to me.” I place my hands under his shirt, on his toned stomach, gliding my hands up his chest. “Be with me.”
He lifts his shirt off then leans down, kissing me gently. I kick the blanket down the bed, and he hovers over me. I wrap my legs around his waist, my dress riding up, exposing my red lace underwear. His fingers glide up my thighs, taking hold of the hem of the dress and lifting. I help him take it off, and I yelp when he rips my underwear off.
“I’ll buy you more,” he says against my mouth before kissing me again.
Fuck, that was hot.
He kisses me in such a frenzy of need. When his fingers move down my stomach to my wet pussy, I arch off the bed as he presses two fingers inside me. I feel him playing with my G-spot; it’s such an intense feeling that I am wiggling underneath him.
He keeps kissing me, his fingers teasing me. He stops kissing me to kiss my neck, and I feel his teeth along my skin. It’s then I feel him start sucking on my skin, marking me. I am groaning as he bites innocently on my neck, his fingers speeding up. It’s all too much, and when I am about to scream my release, I feel his dick thrust inside me, replacing his fingers.
After two thrusts, my orgasm hits me. Slate is growling, speeding so fast that the bed is banging against the wall. The force of his thrusting has me close to my second orgasm. His hand grips the headboard, using it as leverage, and it bangs against the wall. I scream Slate’s name when my next orgasm hits, and he roars out his release before collapsing on top of me.
I am panting and sweating; I never had sex like that. I know my vagina is going to be sore in the morning, but it was so worth it. Slate soon rolls over and pulls me into him, my head resting on his chest.
“Did I hurt you?” he asks concerned.
“No, that was so good; I swear I saw stars.”
He chuckles. “I guess I got too carried away. You just felt so good.” He kisses the top of my head. “Are you comfortable?”
“I am.” I stretch and then settle in, once again sleep starting to take over again. “You have worn me out,” I laugh.
“Go to sleep, petal.” He places his hand over the one I have on his chest. “Sleep.” All too soon I am, dreaming of four amazing men with intense eyes and beautiful smiles.
Slate
Holy shit, I have never had sex like that before. I am normally steady headed, but once I was inside her, I wanted more. Feeling her pussy clamp around my cock like a vise when she came.
I couldn’t control myself; I just wanted her to come again. I just hope I didn’t hurt her. She said I didn’t, but I know my strength, and I was banging the bed back and forth. I am sure downstairs, fuck, even the whole hotel probably heard us.
Hearing her scream my name is a sound I’m never going to forget.
Looking at her now, sleeping in my arms, I feel like this is what heaven would be like. In this moment, it gives me a taste what it would be like to be human, a loving woman in your arms and at peace with the world.
I tuck her hair behind her ear, and she smiles in her sleep.
She is perfect.
Too bad this won’t last, I am hoping after the tour is over she will want to stay, I know its hopeful thinking, but I want days like this for as long as I can.
I look at the window; the curtain is closed but I can sense the sun starting to rise. Thoughts about what happened in the club start to surface.
There is something really special about this girl. I am sure she is one of a kind, especially with her ability. It should have been known by now that someone could do what she can, but we have just found her, so there could be more people like her.
The fae was gushing that we need to take care of her, that she is going to make a difference in the world. At least I know she will stay safe; she won’t be harmed or killed. I don’t know what I would do if anyone tried to hurt her.
Just thinking of Ivory in pain makes me feel the darkness inside me. A darkness that most vampires keep hidden, keep boxed up within ourselves. You do get the ones that would rather let it out, but not us.
We aren’t monsters.
I kiss her on top of her head, and I close my eyes, ready for sleep to take over. I smile, knowing I’m going to wake up with her in my arms.
Chapter Fourteen
Ivory
I wake up on a very hard chest with an arm around my waist. I look up to see a sleeping Slate. He looks so cute. I lift my hands and stroke along his lips. I am about to pull my hand away when in a speed of light, he grabs my wrist and pins me on the bed.
“That’s kind of unfair that you have super speed.” I pout. He leans and kisses it.
“It does have its advantages. Did you sleep well? Are you sore?” He looks down my body—I am still completely naked— his eyes focusing on my breasts before he looks back up at me.
“I am good; I slept amazing.”
“No hangover?” he asks confused.
“I don’t get hangovers; I don’t really get ill.” I shrug.
“Aren’t you lucky,” he chuckles.
“Why is that?”
“Because I get to taste you.” He smiles before he leans down and starts kissing me. He kisses me until I’m breathless, and then he starts to kiss my neck, sucking on the same spot where he did last night.
His lips travel down to my breasts, taking each nipp
le into his mouth before going farther down, licking my belly button. When he gets closer to my pussy, I arch myself into him but he bypasses my aching cunt for my inner thighs.
“Slate, please,” I beg.
“You smell so good.” He licks along my inner thighs, his tongue barely touching me. “I can’t wait to taste you.” He takes my clit into his mouth, causing me to groan.
He sucks my clit, then licks along my folds, tasting my wetness. When he takes my clit back into his mouth, he pushes two fingers inside me, and it’s all too much. My legs are shaking; I am panting. When I feel hands glide down my thighs and up my stomach, I open my eyes to see a shirtless Zeke.
He leans down and kisses my mouth, kissing me so hungrily. I have my hands in his hair, then dig my nails into his back. He steps back and Slate stops, and flips me over so I’m now on my stomach, pulling me toward him, my ass in the air.
I watch Zeke strip out of his jeans, his dick breaking free. I lick my lips, wanting to taste him. I want him to feel as good as I do. When I feel Slate guide his cock to my entrance, I raise my hand to Zeke, who takes it, and I pull him closer to me, leaning up so his cock is close to my mouth.
Zeke puts his hands in my hair, playing with it. I open my mouth and guide him inside, my tongue licking around the crown. He throws his head back, one knee falling onto the bed so he can be closer. Slate has started thrusting inside me, the movement of him helps me suck Zeke in a perfect rhythm.
I groan around his dick. I take as much of him as I can, my hand at the base, rubbing up and down what I can’t take. I suck as hard as I can; I hear both men groaning in pleasure.
I am close to my orgasm; I feel that ache build inside of me. I use my teeth and scrape along Zeke’s shaft before taking him as deep as I can, feeling him slide down my throat. He yells, his come filling my mouth, some of it dripping down my chin.
Slate speeds up, and we both scream our releases at the same time. I go on my hands and knees, panting. Zeke wipes away the come from my face and leans in and kisses me, not caring that he can taste himself.
