by Abella Ward
By the time five o’clock rolled around, Beau was bored. He wanted Valery to be back so he could see her. Neither of them had mentioned the night before and he was hoping his loss of control hadn’t completely driven her away.
When Gwen and Valery arrived back at the mansion, Beau’s excitement caused his heart to race. He just wanted to see Valery. The breath caught in his chest when she walked through the front door. Without a second of hesitation, Beau took Valery in his arms and held her close to him. He could tell she was surprised, but she didn’t pull away from him. Instead, she wrapped her arms around his waist and held onto him. They stood together in a warm hug for a few moments.
“Well, I can see I’m no longer needed at the moment. If anyone needs me, I’ll be upstairs,” said Gwen as she walked through the door, carrying her mountain of bags. She smiled briefly at Valery and walked towards her guest room.
“Would it bother you if I said I missed you today?” Beau asked Valery, cautiously looking down at her.
“No, actually,” replied Valery looking up into his eyes, “I missed you too.”
That evening, Beau and Valery sat down for their first official dinner date. He had invited her to join him and she had made sure to wear one of the new outfits Gwen had made her purchase. It was a sleek dark purple dress. It had a halter top with a tight midsection. The shape of the top accentuated Valery’s breasts and the bottom of it tightened around her ass. She had never worn anything so fancy before. She never wanted to take it off. The satin material glimmered in the candlelight, as she joined Beau at the dinner table.
“You look absolutely stunning, my love,” Beau said, pulling out the chair for her. He looked her up and down, clearly imagining what it would be like to rip that beautiful, sexy dress off of her luscious body.
“Thank you,” said Valery, as a chill from the words “my love” filled her ears. Again, it was another first for her. She had never been anyone’s “love” before. The thought of Beau loving her sent a rush of fear and desire pulsating through her. She wanted him to love her.
Dinner was exquisite. The roasted salmon on a cedar plank with steamed vegetables tasted heavenly. Valery attempted not to scarf the meal down as though it would be her last. She couldn’t help herself, however, it was the best thing she had ever tasted.
Beau, apparently amused by her struggle not to overindulge all at once made him smile. Being a vampire, he knew all about the consequences of overindulging on one’s dinner. The most entertaining part of it to him was that when he did it, someone died. When Valery did it, the worst that could happen to her would be to gain a few pounds or get indigestion. He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself.
“What?” asked Valery curiously, raising an eyebrow as she looked up at him.
“Nothing, I just like to watch you eat,” answered Beau, still smiling at her.
“I have no idea why watching me eat is so interesting,” began Valery, but halfway through what she was going to say, she decided, to hell with it. This food was too good not to gorge herself on. Her sudden lack of response seemed to be an even larger form of excitement for Beau because he started to laugh.
The meal continued with conversations they both found interesting. It allowed for them to bond and get to know each other in a way they had not yet had the chance to.
After dinner, Beau graciously carried the remaining shopping bags upstairs, only he turned to take them to his own room. Valery followed him slowly, unsure of what he was doing with her new clothes. She couldn’t help but feel excited about going into his room for the first time.
Valery’s stomach suddenly filled with butterflies. Her excitement soared and she couldn’t help but wonder if she would be leaving her room, or spending the night with Beau. As much as she hated to admit it, he had been right all along. Inevitably, she found herself wanting to be in his bed. She needed to have him in every way possible. He needed to take her, passionately.
“Can I see some of the clothes you bought today?” asked Beau, hopefully. He wanted to see what sort of dastardly outfits his sister had set his future mate up with.
“I guess you can take them out of the bags if you want,” answered Valery slowly. She wasn’t sure why he wanted to look at clothes. He would end up seeing them eventually, anyway.
“No, I want you to model them for me,” said Beau with an enthusiastic grin on his face. He threw the bags on his bed and sat down in an armchair, excitedly waiting.
Valery used Beau’s bathroom to change into the outfits she had purchased. Beau’s excitement seemed to grow with each one. She started by showing him a basic pair of form fitting jeans and a slinky top. Then she showcased a couple of the dresses with matching high heels. Beau watched and commented on each one.
Finally, Valery had gone through all of the clothes, the only items she had left were the pieces of lingerie. She wasn’t sure if it was a good idea to show them to him or not. But Valery made the conscious decision that she wanted to make Beau squirm. The last time she had tried this he had lost control, but this time felt different. She wanted him.
***
“Okay, I’m coming out. This is a piece I think you are going to like,” called Valery from the bathroom. She had chosen a little pink number. It accentuated her curves and boosted her breasts.
Valery looked at herself in the mirror. She looked sexy as hell! She had never felt so excited about her figure. Valery hoped Beau would like it. Then, deciding to go for broke, Valery slipped on some matching pink high heels. She wasn’t the most graceful in heels, but she figured she could pull it off. She opened the door and walked into the bedroom.
Beau froze, his eyes took in every inch of her. He gently licked his lips as a smile appeared on his face. He stood up from his armchair and approached her. The excitement and desire he felt for her rose with every step. He wanted her.
Valery stood still, she modeled her figure, slowly swaying her hips from one side to the other. Then she squished her arms together slightly to emphasize her breasts. She had never felt more powerful in her life and the reaction Beau was having told her that she had all the control at this moment in time. She smiled at him and walked closer.
“You look so amazing,” complemented Beau, slowly grasping her hips with his large firm hands.
“Thank you,” replied Valery awkwardly. She felt a surge of heat and excitement flash through her as Beau held her. She looked up into his eyes and gently placed a tender kiss on his lips.
“Mmmm,” he moaned licking his lips where she had just kissed, “I want you so badly.”
“Then take me,” said Valery, softly. She was certain she wanted him to take her. The passion that rushed through her body was too strong to fight. She wanted him to ravage her. She wanted to scream his name as he brought her to her climax. Her clit began to swell and her slit began to dampen as her excitement increased.
“I don’t know if I can. If I’m not careful, I might kill you. Mating is not just something we do for fun. It is permanent, you will be marked and appear to other vampires as my property. Do you really want that?” As Beau explained this to her, Valery felt her excitement ebb away.
“What do you mean I’d be seen as your property?” she asked, looking at Beau with concern and interest.
“Well, when a vampire mates with a human, it’s a process. I have to drink some of your blood while I make love to you. It leaves my scent on you which tells other vampires that you are mine. If they choose to ignore that and try to take you from me, then I have full privileges to end their lives,” said Beau, uncertain about telling Valery the truth about mating. He didn’t want to frighten her, but he wouldn’t lose her either. She was going to be his.
After a few minutes of silence, Valery finally spoke.
“Can you mate with me without killing me?” she asked, looking directly into his eyes.
“Honestly, I don’t know,” replied Beau with a big sigh. He knew he wanted her. He had to have her and mating her was the only way to make
sure he kept her.
“I want you to do it,” Valery said after a few minutes, “I want to be yours, forever.”
“Are you sure? It can’t be undone once we do this,” answered Beau. He wanted to be sure this was what she wanted.
“I’m sure,” she answered. Then Valery moved towards the bed, laid her body on it and gave him an inviting smile. She had never asked to come here. She had never intended to fall in love with him. Now, if she was being honest with herself, she was starting to fall in love with him. Valery’s body ached to have him inside of her, pleasuring her and making her scream his name. All she wanted was to be with him and to give herself to him in return.
Chapter Six
That was all it took. Beau immediately pounced on her. She giggled as he held her closely. Beau kissed her neck tenderly, feeling Valery’s pulse as her blood ran through her veins. His mouth watered, he wanted to taste her in every way.
As he kissed her neck, Beau slid his hand up and down her body, feeling every inch of her. He slowly caressed her skin, sliding his hand down over her hips. Then, Beau slid a finger under the pink thong string, gently teasing Valery’s clit. She moaned slightly, not wanting to give him too much too soon.
Beau continued, adding a second finger. He massaged her clit, feeling it swelling as Valery’s desire increased. Then, sliding down off the foot of the bed, Beau pulled Valery to the edge of the bed. He ripped the thong off of her and thrust three of his fingers deep inside of her wet slit. She gasped, arching her back as heat enveloped her. Valery let out several moans of pleasure while Beau continued to thrust his fingers in and out of her tight, wet slit.
After a few minutes, Beau leaned down and took her clit into his mouth. Valery’s back arched again and she gasped, grasping for the sheets beneath her.
“Beau!” she moaned his name with such passion, that it caused a shudder of excitement to pulse through Beau.
He continued to pleasure Valery until his cock threatened to explode out of his jeans. Beau rose and pulled off his shirt. Valery watched as his muscular physique towered over her. Then, with one quick movement, he unbuttoned his jeans and slipped out of them. His cock was free, and it expanded completely, throbbing with desire.
Valery was undeniably aroused. She sat up on the foot of the bed. With one brisk movement, she took Beau’s bulging, hard cock into her mouth. He moaned, holding her head with his hand. Valery massaged his cock with her tongue, teasing the tip with little flutters of the tip of her tongue.
“Ooooh Valery,” Beau moaned, as he held her closer to him, feeling his climax growing closer and closer. Then he pulled her away, picked her up and lay her down onto the bed. He spread her legs apart and mounted her.
Beau moved back to her neck and began kissing and sucking it, again. With one thrust, he entered her. She moaned and pushed her hips down to take him in even deeper, his shaft filling every inch of her.
Passion and heat continued to overpower Valery. Sensation after sensation exploded within her, driving her toward her climax.
Beau continued to thrust in and out of her as he suckled her neck. He knew he was close. He wondered if the second he bit into her and began to taste her sweet succulent blood, would he be able to stop? He could sense her blood racing through her veins. Beau extended his fangs. It was now or never. He bit into her.
Valery’s blood filled his mouth. She moaned in ecstasy as she reached her climax. She screamed his name in passionate wails as he drank from her. Valery felt a pinching sensation in her neck as Beau took from her. The excitement grew and grew until she climaxed again. Her entire body went rigid as she grasped at the sheets and arched her back into him. She screamed his name with pleasure and finally collapsed.
Beau continued to drink from her. His desire for her blood was too strong. He tried to stop himself, but he couldn’t. He continued to drink. Beau began to panic, he knew he had to stop, but his willpower wasn’t strong enough to stop his overwhelming bloodlust.
Valery’s body started to soften. He was killing her. Beau could feel her heart starting to slow down. He couldn’t do this to her. He loved her.
Finally, Beau found the strength to rip himself away from her. Valery lay naked and motionless in his arms. Her blood ran from the two puncture holes in her neck. It christened the white pillows, turning them into a scarlet stain. Beau listened to her heart. It was weak, but still beating.
“Valery?” he asked, looking at her face. She looked as though she was sleeping, but Beau knew better. Had he waited any longer she would have died. Now all he could do was wait for her to wake up.
Shaking, Beau rose to his feet. What had he done? Why had he talked her into this? His anger at himself began to rage through him. He could have just killed the love of his life.
Hours passed and he didn’t leave her side. Eventually, Valery’s heart began to speed up again. Her body had replenished enough of her blood to keep her alive. Beau sat next to her. He dressed and covered her with a blanket.
More hours passed, and Beau’s guilt was almost too much for him to bear. Suddenly, Valery started to stir. Slowly, she opened her eyes. She looked confused and frightened.
“What happened?” she squeaked out, quietly.
“I almost killed you,” answered Beau, bitterly. “I’m so sorry, my love. I couldn’t stop…” He hated himself.
***
Valery’s mind was foggy. She remembered making hot, passionate love. She remembered climaxing over and over and then…. Nothing. Valery struggled to remember him biting her, the heat that had surged through her. So, he had almost killed her. He hadn’t been lying about the risks involved. She knew she should be angry with him, but at this moment in time, she didn’t have the strength.
“Rest my love. We can talk about this when you wake,” said Beau cautiously. He gently ran his fingers through her hair. Soon, she was sleeping again.
Chapter Seven
The next day, Valery awoke with a start. She had little to no memory of the night before. She remembered Beau telling her what had happened, but she couldn’t remember the details.
Her body was weak. Valery looked around the room and realized she was still in Beau’s bed. He was there beside her.
“Beau,” Valery croaked, her throat felt like she had nails stabbing it.
“Yes my love, I’m here,” he answered her, concernedly.
“You’re here, what happened?” she asked, again, looking at him.
“I told you last night. I almost killed you. I’m so sorry,” Beau apologized again and again.
***
Valery continued to rest over the next few weeks. She had been moved back into her own bedroom. Beau had appeared very little over the last few days. He was struggling with the fact he had almost killed her.
Roses arrived every morning with her breakfast. Beau made sure the servants brought her whatever she wanted. He seemed to be trying to make up for his mistake.
Gwen stopped by every so often to check on her. She said Beau had left for a few days to forgive himself. She was angry with her brother for being so stupid.
“He takes too many risks,” said Gwen scornfully one afternoon. She had come to help Valery get dressed for the first time in almost a month.
“He didn’t mean to,” replied Valery, softly. She was still too weak to speak loudly, “I am not angry with him. It wasn’t his fault. It’s just who he is.”
“Well, he is a jackass. He should have known he wasn’t ready to mate with you, yet,” scolded Gwen, as she pulled the neck of a T-shirt open so Valery could put her head through.
“He is not a jackass,” argued Valery, but Gwen’s other comment had struck her. She was officially Beau’s mate. They had mated, she was his. A shiver ran through her spine. Valery wasn’t sure if this was exactly what she wanted anymore. She had been so sure when it had happened, but now she was frightened. Was she actually in love with Beau? Could he ever trust himself to have sex with her again? Could she trust him? There were so
many unanswered questions and the only one who could help her figure them out was not there at the moment. Coward.
***
More days passed by and Beau still hadn’t come home. Valery was healthy again, but she was still unsure about her future with Beau. He needed to come home. She tried to call his cell phone multiple times, but he didn’t answer or call back.
Finally, the day came that Valery couldn’t take it anymore. If he wasn’t going to talk to her, then she was going to leave. She was his mate, yes, he had mated with her and claimed her, yes, but she wasn’t going to sit there waiting for him any longer.
She was just about to leave her room, bags in hand when Beau appeared in the doorway. Silence fell in the room as they looked each other over.
Beau stared at her, apparently surprised at how well she had recovered. He felt his heart race at the sight of her. He loved her so much, but how could she ever love a monster like him? How could she ever forgive him?
Valery looked back at him. She felt every ounce of her body scream that she loved him. She instantly forgave him and knew she wanted to be with him forever.
“I love you,” Valery said, walking towards him, “I know you didn’t mean to hurt me and I hope it will never happen again.”
“You love me?” asked Beau, surprised.
“Yes, I do,” she answered nodding her head, “I want to be your mate for the rest of my life.”
“Well… I am so sorr-” he started, but she silenced him by kissing him gently on the lips.
“If you tell me you’re sorry one more time, I’m going to slap you,” Valery told Beau, looking deep into his eyes. She kissed him again and he held her tightly, kissing her back.
Beau couldn’t help but notice something different about her body. Her heart rate sounded strange to him. It was as though she suddenly had two beating hearts. That couldn’t be right.
Then, something dawned on him. Was it possible? How could that have happened? He slowly knelt down and placed his ear to Valery’s belly. Sure enough, he heard it—the tiny pitter patter of a little heartbeat. There was a baby in there!
