by Jourdan Lane
A Coven Christmas
By Jourdan Lane
I awoke to an empty bed for the first time since I'd been turned. It hadn't been that long, but having a constant shadow at all times could make six weeks seem twice as long. After a quick look around, I realized that Lucien wasn't in the bathroom, wasn't in the closet. I sought him out with my mind, but got nothing in return. That was…unusual.
Stretching, I got up and slipped on my soft, silky pajama bottoms. My skin was still so sensitive to clothes that it was all I could do most of the time not to go without. I grabbed my robe and headed for the door.
The moment I opened it, I was hit with an odd, yet familiar mix of scents. It smelled like…
Christmas?
Well now that really was odd. As I'd found out the first few weeks living at the mansion, very few holidays were celebrated by the coven. Halloween was about the only one and, except for the last one, it was usually a full out orgy on the grounds with most people going half or fully naked.
It was rare to see someone in an actual costume.
I walked down the hallway, scent after scent drawing me toward the kitchen. I could smell sugar and cinnamon and chocolate. Peppermint and clove. But above all of that, I could smell blood. And meat – fresh, raw meat that had my inner wolf salivating.
However, the kitchen was forgotten as soon as I stepped out of the long hallway. Our main living area had been transformed into something that looked like it was out of a holiday magazine. Furniture had been moved away from the large front window and in its place was a huge, decorated Christmas tree. It had to be at least nine feet tall. Lucien levitated near the top, affixing some sort of intricately carved metal star to the tree top.
Speechless, I took in the rest of the room. There were gifts stacked three and four deep beneath the tree. A fire was lit in the fireplace, a number of festive stockings lining the mantel. Rugs and blankets and pillows covered the floor around the fireplace and tree, making me wonder if I'd missed some sort of special call for a Christmas orgy.
This was just… I shook my head, confused as hell.
"Oh, Lucien," Simon said as he stepped out from behind the tree, still looking up. "That's perfect."
Lucien considered it for a moment before landing softly on the floor. "What do you think, Peter?"
"I think I'm in the wrong damned house." I walked over to stand between them. "Other than that, it looks festive."
"I told you he was going to hate it," Lucien said to Simon.
"I don't hate it," I said in defense. "Since when do we do Christmas?"
"Starting now." Simon wrapped his arm around my shoulders and kissed my cheek. "I want to see smiles again, laughter, happiness. With everything that's happened in the last few months, I think we need this."
Lucien stared up at the tree, shaking his head. "I'm not sure we're allowed to celebrate Christmas, Simon."
"Nonsense. Everyone is allowed to celebrate the holidays. It can mean different things to different people. For us, I would hope that it would mean family and togetherness, putting aside the past to look toward the future."
I smiled at Simon. "You're going to make us all mushy and teary-eyed."
"I'm trying really hard." He laughed and stepped back, looking around the room. "Since it's Christmas Eve, I thought we'd have a small get-together and have a little down time. Tomorrow, I thought maybe we'd have a meal and do some gifts for the rest of the coven. For now, I need to go take the cake out of the oven."
He left Lucien and me standing at the tree, and both of us stared at it as if it were some foreign thing. Which it sort of was. Hell, I hadn't celebrated Christmas in over twenty years and Lucien hundreds of years before that.
"It is kind of nice." Lucien pulled me to stand in front of him and wrapped his arms around me. "What scares me is that he won't tell me exactly what he has planned. Only that we have no need to dress any more than we already are."
His scent surrounded me, his presence giving me a sense of peace I knew I could never find anywhere else. I leaned back against him and his hands slid inside my robe, drifting lower and lower until he paused at the elastic waist of my pants. I took his hands and pushed them lower, groaning when they cupped and caressed me.
I pushed into his hands when he tried to pull away and then wanted to punch him for that knowing chuckle that sounded at my ear. My pants soon fell to my ankles and I kicked them away, spreading my feet farther apart.
"Better?"
"Almost." He placed a hand between my shoulders and gave a slight push, urging me to my knees. I dropped instantly, chest going to the floor, my legs spread, and my ass up in invitation. "That's very, very good."
"So glad you approve."
Lucien murmured in approval and placed a kiss between my shoulders and then slowly moved down the middle of my back, his lips just barely gracing my skin. The kisses moved lower and lower and I closed my eyes, just wanting to savor the sensations. I did fine until his fingers brushed the backs of my legs and moved upward until they cupped my dick and balls.
"Lucien…" I gasped and curled my fingers around the edges of a blanket.
"Just relax," he whispered.
And I might have been able to if he hadn't licked my hole. Like a great serpent being awakened from a long slumber, that deep, dark part of me responded – poised and ready to strike. Need and hunger slammed into me at once and the incubus looked to Lucien, saw that he was of no substance as a feed, and immediately began seeking out the nearest living, breathing human – or at least something close to it.
Before I managed to find anyone or make any sort of connection, I felt the full weight of Lucien's power bearing heavily against my own. It was more than uncomfortable, it hurt. I flinched -- feeling as if thousands of razors were slicing through my skin all over my body.
He'd used his powers against me and anger rose in response. I growled and tried to strike out at him, but he caught my hand and held me tight against him.
"Easy, lover."
"Get off me," I snapped, hardly recognizing my own voice.
"I do not wish to have my throat torn out," he whispered. I hated the way his breath at my ear made me shudder, not to mention the fact that some of the anger had already began to dissipate. "I want you to close your eyes, Peter."
"What? Why?"
"Just do it."
There was a mental push behind his words and while he wasn't compelling me to do it, he wasn't too far from it. Part of me hated the level of control he had over me, but another loved and even craved it.
At the moment, the only part listening was the part that hated it. Hunger coursed through me again and I attempted to shrug him off. Lucien flipped me onto my back and grasped my hands, pinning them above my head. His grip was strong and unyielding, but his expression was calm.
I stared up at him, realizing I wasn't going to win whatever the hell we were battling over, and sighed. "I'm hungry."
"I know you are."
"So let me feed."
"I could," he said. He seemed to consider letting me up, but his grip never faltered. "But that would be too easy. You would learn nothing from all of this."
"Why is it that every time we fuck it leads to a Goddamned lesson?"
"Since your hunger overpowers everything else." He bent and kissed me, but didn't pull back. "I want you to do something for me."
I swallowed hard, gritting my teeth against the pain in my gut. "What?"
"Imagine a glass ball, not too big, not too small. Something you could hold in the palms of your hands and nearly cover if you were to spread your fingers."
"Lucien, I – "
"Play along or feeding will be a long, long time from now." I sighed and closed my eyes, trying to visualize a
ball. An image started to take shape, but I had trouble keeping it front and center in my head. "Good. Now, this ball…it is so delicate, made of the finest blown glass. It has no color, but it shines and has brilliant hues of blues and purples if the light hits it just right. If you squeeze too hard, it will shatter. If you drop it, it will shatter."
I saw myself standing in a bare white room with white floors, cupping my hands together. The more he described the ball, the easier it was to visualize. I liked blown glass. Had ever since I'd found a few pieces a while back, wrapped up and long forgotten in the back of a storage closet. I remembered how delicate even the larger pieces were.
"Okay."
"What color is your hunger, lover?"
"Red."
"And now the clear ball is filled with red stones. You have to be careful how you move so that the stones do not move and shatter the glass, yes?"
I nodded.
"The stones are your hunger, Peter. It's a heavy burden to bear, at times. One wrong move and it could shatter everything. You have to learn how to separate yourself from the hunger, how to lock it away when necessary and keep it from hurting you and those around you. Control over your hunger is the most important thing you must learn right here and now."
"I can't just turn it off."
"No, you can't. It's always there."
"Waiting, watching, needing…"
"Shhh…concentrate on the ball, lover. Keep it steady in your mind." He shifted and moved away from me a little, but before I could open my eyes, his hand covered them. "I'm not going anywhere, I promise."
Slick fingers pressed against my ass and I spread my legs open farther. Lucien slid two fingers into me so slowly I thought I'd pass out. We didn't really need this foreplay and shit any more. I'd become well-versed in our time together in relaxing enough to let him in. This was torture and I had a feeling he was doing it on purpose.
I growled and bucked my hips. "More."
"Patience, lover."
Fuck patience. I'd never had much of that to begin with anyway. But I gritted my teeth anyway, sighing in resignation. "Trying."
"Good."
There was a slight chuckle behind his words and it took everything I had in me not to beat him. As much as my hunger and my lack of control was a pain in his ass, I'd had a feeling for a long while that he enjoyed giving me these lessons. Now, I was almost sure of it.
"Come on, Lucien." I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him closer. "You know you'd rather feel my ass with your cock rather than your fingers."
"Is that so?" He grinned and found my gland, massaging it with his fingers.
My eyes rolled back in my head and I groaned. Okay. So maybe this was pretty damned good after all. I nodded, but even I knew it wasn't very convincing.
"Set your hunger aside," he whispered.
I imagined the ball and imagined myself setting it off to my right. A sharp pain pierced my gut and the ball wavered, one of the stones tapping the delicate glass. I stilled the ball and the sharp pain eased almost immediately. Lucien's fingers disappeared and only seconds later, the head of his prick pressed against my ass.
He pushed into me, filling me, stretching me, and I took a moment to just enjoy the sensations. I loved this so much, loved him… I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close, then pressed a kiss to his lips.
His tongue teased at the corner of my mouth, traced over my lips, then pushed between them. The man could kiss like no one else and I opened for him, kissing him back with a hunger that had nothing to do with me being a vampire and everything to do with my love for the man in my arms.
I hadn't felt so human in months.
The hunger spiked, as if reminding me it was still there, lurking in the shadows. I saw the white room again, the ball filled with stones in my hands. A few of the stones moved and when I tried to get them to stay put, more stones filled the ball. Instead of half full, it was nearly completely filled.
I realized then that I was feeding, that my hunger was indeed lurking and I was slowly feeding off Lucien's pleasure. The ball dropped and shattered, red stones scattering over the white floor. The stones became liquid and ran in rivers from one side of the room to the next. I looked down and saw Lucien at my feet. He was dead, completely drained of life. I wanted to scream but another body caught my attention.
And another.
Soon, the room was filled with everyone I loved and cared about. Dead. Drained of blood and energy. And then I saw myself, covered in blood, my eyes glowing red and my lips and hands stained from feeding my hunger.
My eyes snapped open and I gasped, shutting off the link between me and Lucien. I couldn't catch my breath and the visions in my head were still so strong. Above me, Lucien paused and caressed my cheek, smoothing my hair away from my face.
"You have seen it."
I nodded and clenched my eyes shut. "Oh, God… It was horrible. You and… and everyone. I – "
"Shhh." He kissed my forehead. "You did so well, Peter. I'm so very proud of you."
All this time, everything he'd been trying to teach me hit home in one, huge eye-opening vision. Control was the most important thing I could ever learn and if I didn't get a grasp on it, then I was a danger to everyone around me. The thought of hurting those that I loved and those I cared for hit hard.
Tears burned at my eyes and I buried my face in Lucien's neck. "I love you."
"I know." He held me tight, nodding his head. "I know, baby."
And what started as a good-natured fuck turned lesson on feeding and control became two people, making love in front of a fire on Christmas Eve, knowing what they had, what they were to each other, and taking comfort in the fact that everything was going to be fine. That everything we'd been working so hard for was finally coming to pass.
It was as if the burden of my hunger and control had had me wound up for months. I relaxed almost instantly and smiled up at Lucien. A wicked gleam in his eyes, he shifted his hips and hit that one spot that drove me insane, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
"Oh, God…"
He hit it again and again and it wasn't long before I felt that familiar burn in the pit of my belly, my balls drawing up tight, and my ass clenching tight around Lucien's cock. I loved the feel of him pushing in and out of me and stretching me as much as I loved the way the ridge of his cock massaging my gland.
Lucien groaned and shoved hard into me and by the way he was trembling, I knew he was close. I tightened my legs around his ass and worked with him, shoving up as he shoved into me. Without much of a warning, I came, heat spurting between us. His belly rubbed my cock as he continued to move and it was almost painful.
Almost.
If he kept on, I could easily come again.
But he didn't. He grabbed me up into his arms, kissed me, and shoved into me one final time. His cries of pleasure passed over my lips and I shuddered. Lucien rested his forehead against mine, shaking his head.
"Only you."
"Me?"
He nodded. "Only you can make me feel like my sole purpose in existing was to find you."
"It was." He winked and rose up a little, grabbing a towel from beside us. I raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "And you just happened to have a towel handy, huh? Did you have a part in planning this whole Christmas Eve thingy?"
"Reach beneath the pillow above your head."
I did and one hand hit something hard, cool, and slightly round. I closed my hand around the object and instantly knew what it was. I groped around beneath the pillow and found a cloth and a slick package I didn't recognize. When I pulled the objects out from beneath the pillow, I found that the round object was indeed lube. The cloth was a towel and the slick package was a mini pack of wet cleaning wipes.
"Well, well… Simon, our little pervert?"
"They're under both pillows I grabbed, too." Lucien laughed. "So yes… I do believe that the spirit of something is upon him."
"He so needs to get laid."
; "I'm inclined to agree." He ripped open one of the packets and took out a cloth. Before I could connect the dots on what he was doing, the cold, wet cloth landed on my stomach. I hissed and swatted at his hand, but he just laughed and cleaned me off. "What's the matter, lover? Is it cold?"
"How 'bout I clean you off?"
Lucien tsked. "You can be so vengeful at times."
I just laughed and shook my head. His time would come. I'd catch him in an awkward position at some point and he'd pay for this. All in good time. After he finished cleaning us both off, he lay beside me and rolled to his side, pulling me against his chest.
Lucien pulled a blanket up over us and I snuggled back against him, sighing in contentment. We lay silent, staring up at the lit tree in front of us. My gaze kept going back to the star Lucien had affixed to the top. Most every tree I'd ever seen had angels of some kind gracing the tree tops.
For all I could see, the closest thing we had to an angel in the house was… well, Simon. I guessed it would be awkward for an angel to decorate a tree and put an angel on top. Images of a Simon-like angel perched atop the tree in a number of positions, both clothed and naked, went through my mind and I couldn't help but chuckle.
"Do you find the tree funny?"
"Sort of," I said. "Was thinking that most every tree I'd ever seen had an angel at the top, not a star. Then when I thought about the angel, I thought about Simon… And well, that led to me thinking of Simon up on the tree."
"Naked or clothed?"
"Oh, definitely both."
"I don't know." Lucien laughed. "I have a hard time imagining Simon naked anywhere."
"Really?" I looked up at him. "Why's that?"
"Just never thought of him that way, I guess. He's never flirted or shown an interest, so I think I just naturally saw him as off limits and not interested. Has he shown any interest your way?"
"Nope."
"Perhaps he prefers Lycans to vampires."
I considered that for a moment. "Well, he has been with Xander. And Nikolas." I shook my head. "My God… I can't even begin to imagine him with Nikolas."
"Doesn't quite mesh with how we see Simon, does it?"
"No," I said. "But then again, maybe we only see Simon how we want to see him and not how he truly is. After all, he felt he needed to hide what he was all these years…"
