by Myln Hurn
As soon as his hands took care of business, he began caressing her swollen, wet pussy lips. He slid his mouth down to her breasts, suckling the nipples lightly, one after the other. Later, he would spend more time sampling her breasts. For now, he would concentrate on her pleasure palace, so to speak. He used the wetness oozing forth to lubricate his fingers and condom-covered cock.
Hunter had to pause and take a deep breath. All he wanted was to be inside Tatiana. It was crazy, but the need felt like blood lust. The hunger to feel her body around his cock seemed almost as powerful as that initial drive he’d felt to taste blood after his conversion. Working quickly, he began to rub his index finger over her clit. Her response was immediate. Her hips jerked forward like he’d touched her electrical switch. Each touch escalated her responses until she was breathing hard and her skin was damp with sweat.
Even though his body was demanding satiation, and soon, Hunter slowly began working some music with his clever hands. It had been obvious by her reactions that she had not been with “thousands” of men and he’d be surprised if this young minx had even been with two men. Abruptly he pulled his thoughts back. Thinking of another man with Tatiana was distasteful…well, no. Actually it was a hell of a lot more than just mildly unpleasant. If he didn’t know better, he might think he was jealous!
Deliberately Hunter focused all of his attention on Tatiana. With one finger concentrated on her clit, two fingers slid inside her tight channel. As he built her pleasure toward the pinnacle, he paused and gently stretched her flesh. Only when she gasped and shook from the climax at his hand did he relent in his favor.
He pulled his fingers away and rubbed his cock across her pussy lips, wetting it and spreading the moisture. He pushed, and then pushed harder, her tight flesh resisting him. Flexing his hips, he thrust forward and impaled her halfway with his cock.
“Ugh!”
“God! Honey, you are so tight! This feels like—”
His voiced faded away as he felt more resistance. Assuming that she was just smaller, he thrust harder and broke through the barrier. Immediately her cunt enclosed his cock and he wished he could feel her without the condom. After that, he couldn’t pause any longer. He knew that Tatiana had reached her pinnacle once but there was no way in hell he could hold back another second. Blame it on jet lag, whatever. He began shoving his cock in and out with quick, short strokes. Then he stiffened his back and jerked forward, emptying his seed into the thin protective sack she had remembered, but he had not.
* * * * *
Hunter woke up a second before a small missile landed on top of him. His breath was knocked out of him and he barely avoided two small knees. Memory rushed back at him like the crashing and bone-breaking big waves off the Gold Coast. For years he had surfed there, and it was a well-known fact that the waves could do more than just knock the breath out of a person. He remembered that sometimes he’d felt like he’d lost an hour or a day after one of those huge waves took him down to the sea floor and then shot him back out like unwanted flotsam. It shocked him to realize it was only an hour or so ago that he had made love to Tatiana!
Turning his head, he was relieved to see that Tatiana looked just as startled as he. Obviously he wasn’t the only one who’d slept a lot longer than what etiquette books might recommend for situations such as theirs. Sleeping like a log after sex wasn’t something he normally did. He always held the woman in his arms, talking for a short time. Maybe he could blame this faux pas on jet lag?
“Blue Belle!” Tatiana called out to Hunter’s niece, who appeared to be completely refreshed from her nap.
“Wake up! Wake up, you sleepy heads!” Blue scrambled around to sit on the bed between the two adults.
Hunter looked at the child’s tousled curls. She was wearing a pink T-shirt and panties with some type of cartoon character on them. Lifting his gaze, he saw that Tatiana was struggling to awaken and sit up at the same time. Her short hair was sexily mussed and made him want to make love to her all over again. Just as she seemed to be arranging herself with the sheet tucked under her arms, Blue giggled and bounced up and down on the bed. Her boisterous actions jerked the sheet away and Hunter was presented with the erotic sight of Tatiana’s naked and bouncing breasts.
Hunter considered turning away but once he saw that her nipples were hard and poking out more than half an inch, he just had to wait and see if Blue would try one more bounce.
“Blue! You know better than to bounce on the bed,” Tatiana told the little girl quickly, clutching the errant sheet to her chin.
“I sorry, Tat. This is like when Mommy and Daddy take a nap, too. I have to wake them up!” Blue announced with a grin, pleased with her actions.
Hunter’s laugh covered up Tatiana’s little gasp of embarrassment. “So, Blue, do your mommy and daddy take a lot of naps together?”
Blue nodded her head, but then stuck her thumb in her mouth. It was obvious that she missed her parents. Hunter picked her up and hoisted her easily into the air over his head. The threatening tears disappeared into giggles as his distraction technique worked. Lowering her, he tickled her tummy, and then under her arms. Peals of giggling erupted then.
“Ah ha! I see you are ticklish in the same places as your mommy. When she gets home, you can tickle her!”
“I need to get up,” Tatiana hissed at him as softly as possible.
Hunter met her gaze, grinning. “Go ahead.”
“Hrrumppff!” She made a disgusted noise. He watched as she looked around for something to cover up with, but there was only the sheet. She couldn’t pull it off the bed and expose his naked body to his niece.
“Quite the conundrum, huh?”
Tatiana glared at the handsome man. First of all, it wasn’t fair that a man could look that sexy after sleep. There should be a law against it, to protect women. She had no doubt that her hair was sticking up in odd places and the light application of mascara she’d put on that morning, following an argument with her conscience that wearing it had nothing to do with the fact of Hunter being here, was probably smeared a little.
Scooting around, she lowered her feet to the floor, looking around for her panties. She didn’t see them, but her jeans and T-shirt were on a chair a few feet away. Resisting the need to shoot one more perturbed glare in his direction, she stood, letting the sheet drop. As quickly as possible she crossed to the chair and dragged on her shorts, followed by her T-shirt. Lifting her chin in the air, she turned back toward the bed.
“Come on, Blue Belle. We need to get busy or we’ll be late for your play date.”
Using the shower in the bathroom off Blue’s room, Tatiana scrubbed her face, washed her hair, and then washed carefully between her legs. Only the sound of Blue Belle puttering in the sink kept her from lingering and remembering precisely why she was feeling tender. She knew that time was needed to adjust to what had happened with Hunter, but that would have to wait. Less than fifteen minutes later, the two of them came downstairs.
“We just have time for juice and a piece of cheese that you can eat on the way, sweetheart,” Tatiana said.
She stopped abruptly at the kitchen doorway. Hunter was already seated at the table, casually eating an apple. Telling her sluggish feet to move, she walked over to the refrigerator and poured Blue her juice. Turning, she found the little girl was sitting on her uncle’s knee, chewing a bite of apple. Hunter took the glass, so she turned back to slice off a piece of cheese for Blue.
“We’ll be gone about three hours and I’ll fix dinner then if you want to wait.” With the cheese in her hand, she walked to the table and sat down. “Here you go, Blue.”
“I thought I’d tag along since I don’t have any other plans.”
Tatiana couldn’t believe her ears, but before she could form a protest, Blue was already cheering and clapping her hands. The decision was beyond her control. Less than five minutes later they were outside on the sidewalk.
“We can take my rental car if you want,” Hunter
offered.
Tatiana looked at the rugged looking Jeep and decided it was an appropriate car for this man. Shaking her head, she took Blue’s hand in hers. “We walk. It’s only two blocks and if she gets tired, I carry her.”
Hunter grinned as he joined them. Tatiana watched as Blue reached up and took his hand in her free one. “That sounds doable. Shall we get going, ladies?”
Blue giggled and gripped each of their hands tightly. Every so often she’d ask to be swung between them, and after the first block Hunter lifted his niece to sit atop his shoulders. Blue squealed in delight, proclaiming how much she could now see. Small hands grabbed hold of his short hair, and for the first time since he’d hoisted AnnaBelle to ride on his shoulders years ago, he felt tugs on his heartstrings, as well as his hair. It was with a touch of relief that he lowered the child a short time later so she could go inside the home for her play date.
Tatiana came out a few minutes later. “She usually stays the full two hours, but I have my cell phone in case she decides to come home sooner.”
“Then let’s go take a walk. The campus isn’t far and you could show me around.” Hunter didn’t wait for a reply as he took Tatiana’s hand firmly in his.
Chapter 5
Tatiana took the opportunity to pull her hand free from Hunter’s firm grasp to point out something of interest about a nearby statue. She then quickly tucked her hands into her pockets. Something was setting off alarm bells inside of her. The attraction she felt for this man since he had entered her world had been difficult to understand. Tatiana lived her life learning as much as possible about something before she proceeded. In fact, since she had come to live with Lamenta, she seemed to require even more knowledge than ever before. It was as if she were a dry sponge put down in a huge puddle of water and sucked it all up inside.
Tatiana had known her family was composed of witches, or Wiccas, and warlocks from when she was a little girl—probably even younger than Blue was now. By the time she was five she was quite proficient at casting all kinds of spells. Adding in the fact that she was an early reader had only spurred her on to trying more elaborate concoctions. Then Lamenta had started to visit on a regular basis, and together they tried many new and more complicated spells and incantations.
Her parents had finally relented and let her move in with Lamenta almost four years ago. A few months after her arrival, AnnaBelle had delivered her baby. Tatiana had been so adept with the small infant that it had seemed ideal for her to help AnnaBelle out in the beginning. It wasn’t long, though, that the short period turned into a year, then two and now Blue was three.
Maybe it was Hunter’s arrival that was making it so obvious to her that her life had begun to stagnate. She loved Blue and being with her. But she had traveled to New York City to learn and develop her powers. Instead, it seemed she had been steered into a different avenue. Everyone supported her continuing care for Blue, including Fauster, which had surprised them all. The only thing that helped her feel safe about Fauster was that she now knew that he didn’t see her as part of his “plan.”
One day when she and Blue had stopped over to visit her aunt, Lamenta had pushed a small, wrapped package into her bag when it was time to leave. Lamenta told her it was something for her to read, but that she should not read it all at once, only a few pages at a time. Agreeing, Tatiana had barely restrained her curiosity until later that night. After everyone was in bed, she took the package and went back downstairs and started to read.
She had quickly realized that it was a journal that her aunt had been keeping for a very long time. Some entries were quite short and others went on for pages. Within the small, leather-bound book, Tatiana had learned that Fauster was a vampire and a very old one at that. It had shocked her to learn that he used her aunt as a donor. Lamenta was such an independent woman she couldn’t understand at first why she would ever agree to such a thing in the first place. Her aunt might confuse some people as to the breadth of her powers, but Tatiana had guessed the scope of them at a very early age. If Lamenta didn’t want to do something, there was no way anyone could force her into it. Her powers were too great.
Of course, the fact of vampire existence wasn’t a new concept to her. She knew children’s fairy tales that spoke of ghosts and goblins, witches and trolls, fairies and even sprites, were actually quite true. And it made sense to her that in order for vampires to survive, they would have had to evolve. Discovering the power of the psychic vampire had been a surprise, but not unbelievable. In the ancient times, vampires regenerated themselves with blood. But as the world became more civilized, so would the vampire be required to find alternate means of survival. What had shocked her was reading the breeding plan Fauster Blue had designed for improving the vampire species.
Quite logically it all made sense, until she saw how he had placed his son in his brother’s care, and then years later wanted his son to mate with a woman he had grown up believing was his sister! That had almost made her too sick to ever see Fauster again. How could a father do that to his son, or his niece? Maybe survival shouldn’t be at the cost of one’s values and morals. That is what her mind had argued back.
Eventually she had turned to her aunt to have her questions answered. Yet, to date, everything documented in her aunt’s scrawling handwriting had shown itself, or proven, that it was true. At the end of the entries, it had spoken of Hunter returning to America one day, and at that time he would meet the woman Fauster had chosen for him. Lamenta had not written in a name, but instead, drew a blank line. Tatiana had laughed. A name was written on the line in pencil at a later date.
With relief, she had not recognized the name and that had settled with her just fine. She guessed that either Lamenta had not known who Fauster planned to use for his next breeding venture and purposely left an area to be filled in when she discovered more facts, or perhaps, knowing her aunt as she did, if for one reason or another Lamenta had not liked or approved the person Fauster had chosen, she just might make some suggestions rather than recording his choice permanently. It was quite possible that Lamenta had plotted and schemed to get Fauster to alter his plans and she would fill the name in later once she had changed his mind.
Granted, Tatiana didn’t know Fauster all that well, and her visits with her aunt had been limited. Tatiana was sure that Lamenta was probably the only person in the world who had the ability to sway Fauster Blue. She’d brought it up in passing with her aunt, and even AnnaBelle, but both had laughed the possibility away.
* * * * *
“Here’s a Popsicle if you want.”
Tatiana turned and saw that Hunter was holding half of a Popsicle out to her. She was surprised that she’d been so lost in her thoughts that she hadn’t realized he’d walked off and brought these back. She took the bright red treat from his hand.
“Thanks, but we’ll have to make sure there is no remaining evidence by the time we get back to pick up Blue.”
“Give me some credit! That’s why I got two red ones. Less obvious than orange, green, blue or purple.” Hunter stopped and took a bite of his. “When I was a kid we only had three choices—red, orange or purple. Made life a lot simpler.”
Tatiana licked her red icy treat. “Decision making has become much more complex these days. What color Popsicle, what kind of dress to wear to the prom and what to do with the rest of your life. My mother said her grandmother had two choices—a man either asked for her hand in marriage, or she lived with her family as the old maid. Then my grandmother could choose to be a teacher or a nurse until she got married.”
“What choices did your mother have?” Hunter asked a few moments later when Tatiana didn’t continue.
Tatiana turned and smiled at him. “My mother started out wanting to be a ballerina when she was very young.”
“The pink tutu swayed her, huh?”
She chuckled and nodded her head. “There were lots of pictures of her in that tutu. She told me when she was in grade school she wanted to be a d
octor and travel to Africa to help save children. High School started and my mom applied to lots of different universities. She was really smart.”
“So what happened, Tat? Since she is related to Lamenta I can imagine your mother being pretty exciting to be around.”
Tatiana took a bite of Popsicle since it was starting to melt. She shook her head negatively in answer to Hunter. “Lamenta got all the excitement genes. My mom fell for the football captain and didn’t graduate. All those amazing possibilities and she got knocked up!”
She stopped, knowing that she was revealing some of her deepest emotions to a man she barely knew.
“And you were born nine months later?” Hunter offered her a napkin as he spoke.
Using the napkin to dab at her lips and catch a drip running down the back of her hand, she shook her head again. She took a deep breath before she could go on. “No, my brother was born nine months later. My parents have been happily married for a long time. After Ron was born, my mother got her GED and then went to the local city college. Eventually she got into med school and became a doctor.”
Hunter smiled, taking another bite. “Sounds like she lived happily ever after.”
Tatiana jumped up from the bench and walked a few steps. “They were very happy. Until I came along, that is. My mother wasn’t planning on having any more children. But my father’s vasectomy wasn’t one hundred percent effective.”
Hunter followed as she started walking away from the bench. She looked at him and was struck once again at just how attractive he was. “Well, at least we were careful. I’d hate to face Fauster’s wrath if I screwed up his breeding program,” she said.
Hunter moved so fast when he jerked her around to face him that her Popsicle fell to the ground out of her suddenly limp grip. The look on his face was scary, but she never thought for a second that he was going to hurt her.
