Final Days

by C. L. Quinn

  “Okay.” He paused. Then again, “Okay. Well, how about we just fuck the night away? I came all this way. The least you could do is let us enjoy each other.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

  “I think it’s a fucking brilliant idea. Look, you know you love what I do to you. How is that a bad idea?”

  “I can’t let you fall for me.”

  He pushed closer to her, but Alisa backed up until the railing and open sky met her back.

  Just inches in front of her, Koen leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Too late.”

  He undid her. He overwhelmed her. His scent assaulted her and she jumped him for the second time.

  “Where’s your bed?” he barked gruffly.

  “Inside. To the right.”

  He moved so quickly she didn’t even realize she was already on the bed, her robe discarded on the floor and his fingers sliding around the edge of her satin boy-cut panties.

  “Disclaimer. I don’t want you to feel you have to do this just because I flew around the world for you. If you really don’t want this, I will leave. So. Tell me. Do you want me to make love to you?”

  Alisa lay there silently looking at him above her, his thighs pressed against her legs.

  “More than anything. Thoroughly. And take your time. If we’re going to do this, we may as well do it right.”

  He gave her a slight nod, moving his fingers slowly around the edge of the panties. He slid them deeper, the tips brushing the lips of her sex, firing off every nerve in the area. He stopped and looked back at her with a wicked smile. Suddenly the panties were gone too.

  “You’re sure?”

  “Oh, hell, Koen, would you just get inside me? And why the hell are you still dressed? I want you naked. Now!” She sat up and ripped his shirt open, unzipped his pants and slid her hand in to touch him. His cock reacted instantly to her touch. Koen exploded out of the bed, threw his damaged shirt on the floor and pulled his pants off to stand before her as she asked, naked, breathing hard, his erection full. Alisa pushed up on her knees and came to the edge of the bed to pull him down. She rolled him over, then eased on top of him.

  “You are a dream I have every night. You can’t be here. But if you really are, don’t move.”

  He didn’t. His eyes locked on hers while his hands rested at the top of her thighs, his thumbs moving towards her center, where they met right where she needed them to and moved back and forth along that exquisitely sensitive opening. Alisa gasped and lifted up, then slid down over his penis, hard and hot inside her, like in the dreams that had left her wet many mornings since Paris.

  Koen groaned and held onto her waist, his hands spanning her loosely, giving her freedom of movement. She moved up and down on him, fully upright, as the muscles in his thighs tightened. He watched her breasts rise and fall in front of his eyes. When she leaned forward to kiss him, her nipples brushed his chest and he surged up into her, grabbed her thighs and shot into her body, warm, wet, and fast.

  Afterward, he dropped and pulled her down to him. His cock still nestled inside her, he kissed her and had to control his natural urge to pull her lush hair back and bite into her neck to draw her blood into him to finish the sex act the way a vampire would. Twisting her hair in his hands, he cradled her head.

  “If you had tried to send me away, I don’t know if I could have left.”

  “I don’t think I could have sent you away. So you never had to make that choice.”

  He nuzzled into her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin, his fangs wanting more.

  “You didn’t come,” he whispered.

  “I was concentrating on bring you to orgasm. My turn will come.”

  “You have no idea.”

  Alisa smiled, and rolled her head back to give him access to anything he wanted.

  He continued, sliding his tongue over her shoulder down to the swell of her breast and finally to her nipple. He nipped all around the area, which made her moan, but when his tongue circled the nipple quickly, then sucked it into his mouth, still twisting, she bucked. She knew now how awful it would have been to go the rest of her life without feeling him again.

  Glancing down, she watched his spectacularly built body, naked as it always should be, moving down her body, his tongue carving a path exactly to the spot now pleading for attention. When he arrived, he looked up, his green eyes in the partially darkened room bright. Were they glowing? What…? Then his tongue dived into her core and she lost all reasonable thought and gave herself completely to the sensation of orgasmic pleasure her body had been begging for every night since the one that she’d spent with him.

  When she came, it was beyond satisfying. And she knew that even if she had ten decades of life left, she would never, never get enough of this man.

  Was this selfish? God, yes. But they both wanted this and needed it. The universe was just going to have to forgive her.

  They were tangled around each other so tightly that when Alisa woke the next morning and looked at Koen beside her still asleep, she knew two things right away. She’d missed that beautiful face more than she ever could have known. And there was no way she wasn’t going to have to wake him to get up. He was spread completely around her and on top of her. One arm was thrown over her, the other wrapped around her. She wasn’t sure where his legs ended and hers began. It felt so delicious that, in spite of the fact that she really had to pee, she didn’t want to move for anything.

  With his powerful body covering hers, she’d never felt safer. Like nothing could touch her, including that damned ALS. And although it broke her heart to think about hurting him, she was so happy he found her and was here with her in these precious moments. Well, they were all precious moments now.

  Yeah, she knew she should have sent him away the second she heard his voice, because walking away from him once was hard enough. Twice? Would it even be possible?

  She threaded her hands into his hair again as she had done in Paris. Soft, sensuous, just touching him like that turned her on. Everything about him was sensuous.

  But damn, she really had to hit the bathroom. Pushing one heavy arm off her chest, she tried to slide out from under the other one that was wrapped around her. But he just rolled towards her and pulled her in so tight she could barely breathe. He was so strong, she couldn’t move at all now.

  Her chest compressed, Alisa struggled to sigh. She was going to have to wake him.

  “Koen?” she said quietly and touched his cheek with a little slap.

  He moaned and slid a hand down her chest to rest against her privates.

  Now Alisa moaned as his fingers began to touch her, moving back and forth. But the bathroom visit was not an option.

  “Koen,” she said louder and pushed against him. An eye finally popped open, just one ocean green orb looking at her.

  “Hi, baby,” he whispered.

  She melted. Just melted. How the hell was she going to send him away?

  “Hi. Um, I have to go to the bathroom, so can you let me up?”

  It took him a moment to realize what she meant and he rolled away.

  “Oh. Sorry. Yeah, guess I had you trapped.”

  Leaning over, she kissed his chest…that gorgeous massive muscled chest. Her eyes and fingertips lingered.

  “It’s okay. I wouldn’t have gotten up at all if it weren’t imperative.”

  Slipping out of the bed, she walked quickly toward her bathroom. She felt his eyes on her the entire way and smiled as she shut the door.

  Alisa caught her image in the large mirror that covered one wall of her modest bathroom. A pretty rose blush infused her cheeks. Was this that elusive thing…a moment of pure perfection?

  What more could a dying woman want?

  Suddenly, she frowned at the woman in the mirror. No. No, if she was going to do this with him, if she was going to let him stay with her for a little while, there would be no more reminders of her impending fate. She would just be a lucky w
oman with the sexiest man alive and fully enjoy him.

  But what a ride it would be!

  After she finished, Alisa came back and jumped into the bed, landing on Koen, who grabbed her and rolled her beneath him.

  “I cannot believe I am finally here in bed with you. I had six teams looking for you for three months.”

  “What? Koen, that’s ridiculous. I told you that I couldn’t stay with you. There was a very good reason for that.”

  “I still don’t know what it was. Or is.”

  Alisa didn’t know what to say. She still wouldn’t tell him. Not if she was considering letting him stay with her for a few days.

  “Uh, I…”

  Koen cut her off. “Here’s where I tell you I don’t care. It doesn’t matter what the reason was. Or is. I’m here, I’m not leaving, and you’re going to let me make love to you as much as I want any time I want. Are you okay with that plan?”

  Alisa shoved against him but it was like shoving a mountain. Finally, he let her roll him over on his back and she crawled on top of him. She’d found she really liked it there.

  Sitting tall in the shaft of light that illuminated her from the bathroom, part of her body was in shadow and part glowed from the light.

  The image was so erotic, Koen’s cock responded, pushing up to cradle her buttocks as she rested against his thick thighs.

  “All right,” she said finally. “But listen here, big man. Just because you think you’re going to fuck me often doesn’t mean you can let the quality slide. You have to bring it. Every time. You get that?”

  “Ma’am, I aim to please. And I have very good aim.” His hands curled around her thighs and slipped underneath her. When his fingers moved against

  her slit, she lifted up. He turned her over and moved down her body. So he set about pleasing her right then. Thoroughly. Twice.

  ELEVEN

  It was morning, the sun would be up and spilling over the busy city of Chicago. One of the first things he’d paid attention to when he entered her room last night was that it was windowless. Koen wondered how best to explain he wouldn’t be going anywhere with her until the sun dropped away from this part of the world and he could safely venture out to take his lady on a real date. Well, the old tried and true…but he hated lying to her.

  Yet it was too soon to reveal what he was. She needed to know she was in love with him before he risked such a life-altering revelation. It could be overwhelming.

  Right now, though, he lounged in her bed. Way too small for a first blood vampire, but they certainly had no problem making do last night. He knew he was grinning like a teenage boy after sex, but all of this felt amazing and new. No, not sex. Making love. Lovemaking. A connection that went past the physical directly into the life- force. Even Alisa felt it, he knew that, and she was fully human. One hundred percent human.

  As the shower turned off, he glanced toward the bathroom. It didn’t matter. She would be vampire soon enough.

  The small door opened to release a column of moist air and a vision appeared as Alisa moved through it to stand before him, her hair wet and slicked back, her body still shiny from the shower.

  “It’s yours now. I was going to…” she stopped and watched him staring at her. “What?”

  Koen hesitated a moment longer, crawled across the bed and yanked her forward and beneath him. One thickly muscled arm curled around her and lifted her so he could graze her throat with his tongue and teeth.

  “I apologize, but I think I’m going to get you dirty again.” He flipped her over and lifted her hair to begin on her neck. God, he wanted to taste her! It wouldn’t be long now before he needed to so badly it would become painful. He knew now, too, that he was bonded to her the way his friend Cherise often explained as an unbreakable link between two lifeforces that were meant to be together.

  Alisa laid still as he moved down her. She was already addicted to the feel of his body moving over hers.

  He paused to look down at her. Alisa. Spread out naked beneath him. Nowhere else he wanted to be right now than exactly here. Right now? Ever again.

  He nipped and tongued, kissed and caressed, every square inch of her back, the curve along the side of her waist, her buttocks, the backs of her thighs, until she cried out that she couldn’t take it anymore.

  Koen did not relent. When she tried to turn over, he laid his body full against hers, his front to her back. Alisa felt his erect cock pressing between her buttocks. She lifted up and he entered her from behind pushing in deep as she arched up into him. This angle brought him deeper and she groaned at the tightness inside her. He was large, but he fit her so well.

  She was grateful he couldn’t see the tears forming in her eyes. Oh, how she wished they still had half their lifetimes to do this over and over until they were old and wrinkled and worn out from all the years of lovemaking.

  As they finished, he rolled over and pulled her to him so she lay against his side. He kissed her cheek.

  “That was beautiful, baby. Sorry about the timing.”

  “There couldn’t be a bad one, Koen.”

  She lifted up and faced him. “Are you hungry?”

  God, was he!

  “I could eat,” he said. Ten large steaks, a bucket of potatoes, three pounds of coleslaw, six pies…

  “There’s a little breakfast café half a block from here. Why don’t we shower and go get something? Have you ever been to Chicago before?”

  Eighty years ago. He shook his head. And he was distracted because her nipples were still hard and staring at him.

  “Well, we’ll eat and I’ll show you my city. I’ve never actually had a guest I could do that with. I’m always somewhere else and I’m the one getting the tours.”

  Koen tore his eyes away from her nipples.

  “I’m sorry, what?”

  “Breakfast,” she said with a grin. “And a tour of Chicago.”

  He didn’t say anything at first and Alisa wondered what he was thinking. Then he cleared his throat.

  “I can’t go out in daylight. I have a condition. It’s an extreme sensitivity to ultraviolet light. I burn very easily.”

  “Oh,” Alisa said quietly. That was unexpected. He was such a large, tanned, healthy looking man. She realized she sounded disappointed when she responded.

  “I’m sorry. I mean I’m sorry to hear that. You look like you get a lot of sun. I would have guessed you to be a big outdoorsman.”

  “I am. At night. And I have a lot of Greek in my family, so luckily my natural skin tone isn’t too pasty.”

  “Well, why don’t I go get breakfast and bring it back here. We can eat near the terrace.”

  Whoa, this vampire thing was really tough to explain.

  “I can’t go out of this room. I can’t risk any exposure at all. Let me ask, do you have to work today?”

  “I…” She hesitated, too long. “I’m on extended leave.”

  He knew she wasn’t. He’d checked online to read some of her articles, and she’d posted one in yesterday’s edition. He was getting the same sense he had the night they’d spent in Paris. Something was going on. He knew she was an honest woman, so whatever it was, she really didn’t want to tell him. He had plenty of time to find out.

  This woman was his. Period. Whatever her secrets, whatever made her think they couldn’t be together, he was powerful enough to make sure the problem was not a problem. First bloods controlled nearly everything around them, and he would do so in this case as well. Because when he returned to France, she would be going home with him to become vampire and his mate. In all of his thousand years, she would be the first. And only.

  Alisa was shocked by how much food Koen ordered. She’d insisted she could go pick it up, but he had insisted they could deliver. When she called and they said they didn’t deliver, he had called back and arranged it.

  “This way, I can keep you all to myself.” He’d slipped on his boxers, but otherwise he was undressed.

  In just the boxers
, Alisa thought he was even sexier.

  “How did you get them to deliver? They made it clear they didn’t offer that service when I called them.”

  “It’s remarkable what a 200 dollar tip will do for you.”

  He drew her into his lap. “You’re too far away.”

  “What?” She put her arms around his neck. “Two hundred dollars?”

  “Sure. I wanted to have breakfast here with you in this room. I made it happen. Cost is not a problem.”

  “Well, I guess not. Everyone does have their price.”

  “So if I give you five hundred dollars, will you stay here in this bed with me all day?”

  Alisa tilted her head and just looked at this gorgeous man, her arms casually clasped around his muscled shoulders, her eyes almost level with his since she was perched on top of his legs.

  “Umm,” she moaned. “I don’t know if that amount will suffice. I’ll do it for…um…five pennies. After all, you’re feeding me. A girl has to be fair.”

  “I warn you, I plan to get my five cents worth.”

  She pulled him closer and slipped her tongue into his mouth.

  “I can do that.”

  Rolling her over, he got on top of her, the boxers flying onto the floor, along with her thin robe. Koen was ready, his erection pushing against her. But he knew he was large and she was human. He didn’t want to hurt her.

  “How are you? Are you sore?”

  “Delightfully so,” she answered.

  Which meant she was. He got off of her and knelt beside her on the bed.

  “Maybe we should wait. I don’t want to hurt you. Or frighten you.”

  Alisa sat up on her knees, her face serious, and pushed his hair back with both hands before she brought them down to caress his face.

  “Nothing about you frightens me, Koen. I’ve been inside you. In more ways than one. I know you. I trust you completely. I believe our souls touched when we made love in Paris. Which is why I didn’t want you to come after me.”

  She smiled again. “Although I’m glad you did.”

  “You’re going to tell me why someday, aren’t you?”