by Raeden West
"You like her," Melonius said, shocked. His father never cared about humans, and he really only thought about getting ahead of the wolves to prove he was the alpha male, yet this girl had him all tied up in knots.
"I don't know her well enough to like her." John said.
"Didn't you tell her you'd watch a movie with her tonight?" Mel asked, blinking.
"She shouldn't have to be locked up in the room the whole time she's here, and I'm not going to force you to watch some silly kids movie when it was my idea that she be brought here," John said, looking slightly embarrassed.
Melonius slapped his leg and started to laugh. "Well, who'd have thought it."
"Shut up Mel," John growled at him. "Just because you’re grown now doesn't mean I can't take a switch to your backside for impertinence."
Melonius laughed harder.
"Oh, get out of here," John said, waving him away, glaring at him.
He waited for his son to leave, then started pacing, thinking to himself.
He'd been watching her since she got here, and everything about her tore him up inside. He'd heard her story, and understood why she'd been turned, and it tugged at his non-existent heart strings.
She had so much vitality, so much to look forward too, and she seemed actually grateful for the chance to experience life. It was hard to see her as being oppressed under the thumbs of the wolves. Once she was married to them, her life would change. They'd suck her in with promises, but once a male claimed her, she'd be his property and have no freedom. She'd have no life.
John decided he needed to save her from herself. He'd show her what life could really be like, make her want to stay with him instead of the wolves. That would chap their asses good. Plus, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss her. Something about her just made him want to protect him.
He'd started off wanting to steal her away from the wolves, but having met her in person, he realized she was something special. He just wasn't sure what she would be to him, but he knew he couldn't let the wolves have her back.
He smiled, now that he decided on a plan. John looked down at his watch and realized he was going to be late for the movie he promised he'd watch with her.
Chapter 5
"I still don't understand why the Beast didn't just kill Gaston. He showed weakness, and was attacked for it," John said a few days later. Having watched numerous Disney movies with her, he started to understand her jokes and references now.
She apparently liked movies. John decided that for cartoons, they weren't all that bad.
He still hadn't told her he was King of the vampires. He wanted her to like him for himself. He didn't know why that was important to him, it just was. Maybe because his first wife only cared about his status, and how she could use it to her advantage all the time. He just wanted to exist as a man.
Sitting next to Valerie, he handed her another sausage, and watched her eat. He was drinking blood out of a wine glass, and didn't need to pretend to eat in front of her. She knew he was a vampire and wasn't offended by his lack of eating.
"Because he was trying to be a good person. Killing someone, or something for no reason isn't what being a good person is about," she told him, and took a bite out of the sausage.
John watched her lick her lips, and wondered what it would be like to have her mouth on him, without the biting, of course. She was quick to smile, she laughed easily, she was intelligent, and had a big heart. She deserved to be protected. The wolves would have destroyed her emotionally. They'd have seen her kindness and compassion as a weakness.
John realized he liked her, in spite of her wolfy status. She hadn't shifted yet, but he actually found the idea of seeing her, in all her true supernatural beauty. Something he was looking forward to.
"Why don't we go for a walk in the garden this evening? You can shift. I know you enjoy nature," John told her.
Valerie looked panicked for a minute, then sighed and put her food down.
"Okay, I haven't quite mastered the art of shifting on command," She admitted.
"Well, then we should practice," John told her.
"Why are you being so nice to me? Even the wolves didn't treat me this nicely," she asked, confused.
"I like you. You've been through a lot. I don't know," John admitted. "Something about you makes me feel the urge to be a man I didn't know I could be. You deserve to be happy."
"Well, that is…" Valerie started to say.
"Sappy?" John interrupted her, with a pained look on his face.
"I was going to say sweet," Valerie said, grinning at him. "For being ancient, you still aren't very good at the idea of having feelings, huh?"
"I have a lot of feelings. I just don't usually talk about them," John said, uncomfortable. This was not the direction he meant for this conversation to go.
"Why not?" Valerie asked.
"It's not the way I was raised," John said, pulling on his collar, clearly uncomfortable now.
"Your son seems very sweet," Valerie told him.
"He's a gentle soul, I don't know how he turned out like he did, his mother was..." John stopped talking and then changed the subject. "What about you, what was your childhood like?"
"I had a pretty normal childhood. I was an only child, born to older parents, they both died right before I graduated high school, so they didn't even know I even had a terminal illness before they died. My aunt took me in, but she's elderly now too, and I never told her. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life, especially after I was told I had no time to live," Valerie told him. "I guess now I have time to figure out what to do with my life. I was going to college, just taking a few general education classes, but I have no idea what I wanted to do yet. I hadn't thought that far ahead."
"What if I offered you a job?" John asked her.
"Like what kind of job?"
"Do you know anything about computers?" he asked her.
"Enough to write an email," she replied, looking confused.
"I kind of need a personal assistant for some work-related things. You'd be working with a human named Jesse. I think you met him. He'd be overseeing you until we were positive we could trust you. No offense," John told her.
"None taken," Valerie said, chuckling and ate another piece of sausage. "Can I think about it?"
"Sure, no pressure. I'd pay you. I'll send up an account in your name, and make sure you have your own funds. Like I told you before, you are a guest here, and I know the wolves saved your life, but now let me save you from them," John told her, and then reached out and grabbed her hand.
Valerie almost dropped her fork in her other hand. She looked up and stared at him, feeling slightly nervous. She had butterflies in her stomach, and her chest started to pound.
John stared at her, and then cleared his throat, pulling back like he was burned. He gave her a confused look, and then stood up abruptly.
"I need to get some work done today, but I will take you for a stroll in the gardens tonight and we will work on your shifting," John told her.
"Wait, I know me being here was because you originally kidnapped me but I’m still confused on why you are just being so nice to me. You have no reason to be, and I have a hard time believing that it's just to bug the wolves and steal me from under their nose," Valerie told him.
John stopped in his tracks and looked at her, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot for a moment.
"We all have our secrets," he told her.
"You know all of mine," Valerie pointed out.
"And maybe tonight, I'll tell you one of mine," he told her, then winked and left her sitting there, finishing breakfast.
Chapter 6
Valerie was waiting for him in the gardens that evening. She's spent the day bugging Jesse, finding his work fascinating. She wasn't the computer whiz that he was, and she really had no desire to learn all the stuff he knew, but she was learning about John.
John hadn't disclosed that he was King of the vampires to her, and she
wondered why he hid that from her. He obviously was in a leadership role, but King? It didn't make a lot of sense to her. She could tell he had feelings for her, but she didn't really understand hers for him.
One minute she couldn't stop thinking about kissing him, and the next she was frustrated with his temper and his avoidance when it came to talking. He was clearly a take charge, my-way-or-the-highway kind of guy, yet when it came to her, she could see when his eyes softened and he indulged her.
Even when Jesse was mocking Disney movies with her it was clear the guy was a badass. When he growled at Jesse to shut up, he'd done it before he even finished his sentence. The flash of fear in Jesse's eyes had been real, and it was clear that John could be very dangerous when he wanted to be, yet she didn't fear him.
She put a hand to her head, feeling confused.
Valerie sat on a bench in the garden and watched the sun start to go down, she heard John approach and stood up, and turned towards him.
For a moment, she forgot to breathe. The way the light hit him as he walked up to her, he looked dark and mysterious, so handsome. She hadn't had time in life to mess with boys. School work, and then her health issues, had taken up all of her time. So this was new territory to her.
He walked up and greeted her, and then grabbed her hand and brought it up to his mouth and kissed the top of it gently.
Valerie stared at his mouth for a moment, wanting him to kiss more than her hand.
John stared at her, not letting go of her hand, and then pulled her into his arms.
"I'm sorry. I've been dreaming of kissing you, and I can't help it," he told her before he lowered his head and claimed her mouth hungrily with his.
Valerie gasped when his hot lips pressed against hers. Her mouth parted and he plunged his tongue inside, stroking his tongue against her own. She wrapped her arms around him, ravenous for more.
"I won't take anything you won't give me," John muttered, as he pressed passionate kisses against her mouth. His hands skimmed her back and then grabbed her hips, pulling her hard up against his body, aligning her curves with his frame.
"I want you too, please, don't stop," Valerie said, blushing. She might not know exactly what she should do, but her body was kicking into overdrive. She wanted to tear his clothes off.
Without another word, John picked her up and carried her over to the garden bench. He set her down and then pulled her shirt off over her head. He unsnapped her bra and then fell to his knees in front of her. He pressed hot kisses to her skin as he started at her belly and worked his way up.
His tongue swirled around each of her nipples until they pebbled, and her flesh shivered from the wind blowing gently as the sun fell behind the mountains.
Valerie let her head fall back and used her hands to hold herself upright on the stone bench, putting the weight on her palms.
John's tongue snaked across her flesh, and he worked his way up to her shoulders and neck.
"I want to bite you," he murmured to her, letting his fangs rake against her skin roughly, but not quite enough to pierce her flesh.
"Go ahead," she said, trusting him.
John froze, and pulled back, long enough to stare at her, then opened his mouth and bit her shoulder, gently sucking.
The intense blinding pain turned to pleasure as he sucked. She felt her entire body convulse as the sensation turned from fire to a warm spreading sensation that started in the pit of her belly and spread downwards towards her thighs.
She moaned and pulled on his shirt, trying to unbutton it. Her fingers were shaking and she gave up and just pulled his shirt until the buttons popped off, flying in every direction. She rubbed her hands up and down the flesh of his chest, enjoying the sensation of his hot skin under her hands.
A few minutes later, John pulled back, her blood on his lips. He licked the blood off, then kissed her, his hands going down to her jeans, and he pulled the zipper down and unbuttoned them. He tugged and pulled them down over her hips.
Valerie helped by kicking her sneakers off so her jeans could be pulled down. She could feel the hard stone on the tender part of the skin on her thighs and ass cheeks. He leaned down and pressed kisses to her legs and stomach then tugged on her panties until he pulled them off, leaving her naked and exposed to him.
"Have you ever been with anyone before?" he asked her, his hands gripping her legs firmly.
Valerie shook her head no, not trusting herself to speak, her brain felt all foggy right now. All she could focus on was the wind on her skin, the way his hot breath felt as a direct contrast from the temperature outside.
She felt like she had a lump in her throat, and all she could do was remember to try and keep breathing, even though she felt like holding her breath, especially when he started touching her between the legs.
John hesitated, looking at her, while his fingertips skimmed the inside of her thighs, reaching towards her core, where she was hot, and wet. He gently rubbed his fingers against her delicate folds, and then looked at her.
"Are you sure you want to do this, I can't take it back if we go all the way," John told her, stroking her clit gently with his thumb.
Valerie nodded, then tangled her hands in his hair, urging him on, letting instinct guide her. She pushed his head down and he licked and nibbled on the inside of her legs as he worked his way up to her most tender opening.
When his tongue hit the core of her vagina, she bucked against his face, moaning. Her fingers dug hard into his head and he sucked the folds of her skin into his mouth before licking her clit. He used one hand to grab her hips and yank her so she was almost off the bench and buried his face into her pussy.
He sucked on her clit hard until she had the first shuddering orgasm.
Valerie moaned and bucked against his face as the squeezing of her muscles contracted, rippling as the orgasm shook through her.
He stuck a single finger inside of her, sliding and stretching her, getting her ready for him. He stood up and pulled her into his arms, with his hand still between her legs.
John worked a second finger inside of her, stretching her. He paused when she tensed, waiting for her to relax against his hand.
"It's so tight," she muttered, and pressed herself against his hand.
"You feel so good to me. I can feel how wet you are, your muscles are squeezing my fingers, that's going to feel so good when I shove my hard cock inside you," he whispered to her, and nibbled on her neck while he continued to thrust his fingers inside of her, getting her ready for him.
Valerie moaned, his explicit language painting a visual picture in her mind. "Please?"
John turned around and unbuckled his pants, pulling himself out, and then sat on the bench and pulled her on top of him.
"This way you can control it for the first time. I don't want to hurt you, but I can't promise to be gentle if I'm leading," John whispered to her, and pulled his hand out of her, using her juices to wipe on his cock to use as a lube.
He pulled her so her knees where on either side of him and her vagina was directly above his erection. He grabbed her ass and guided her until the tip of her warm hole was rubbing against the tip of his dick.
"Ride me," he told her, and then pushed gently on her butt cheeks, encouraging her to sink herself onto his length.
"Okay," Valerie said, her voice husky with arousal.
She slid herself onto him until he was inside. There was a pinch and a burning sensation, but it quickly went away when she held still, letting her body adjust. He wasn't exactly small, and it took a moment for her body to adjust to his girth.
She grabbed his shoulders with her hands to brace herself. She used her arms to help pull herself up and then plunge downwards, taking him deep. She slowly rode him up and down for a while, letting her body get used to the sensation and feeling a tingling ripple start in her belly.
John grabbed her hips, and used his hands to help her rock on his lap so that her clit would hit his groin, stimulating her inside out.
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br /> She moaned and bucked against him as the contact started to burn a fire of titillation in her core.
"John, that feels so good," Valerie moaned, thrusting herself against him faster, as her orgasm started to build.
"Cum for me baby, I want to feel your juices go all over my hard cock," he told her, his fingers digging hard into her hips. He helped her move her hips faster and leaned back slightly, so his groin would rub against her clit more effectively.
Valerie tensed, her legs shaking, her insides started to shiver and squeeze hard, and she let out a yelp as the stars behind her eyes exploded and her whole body shook intensely with her orgasm.
John moaned and fucked her hard, using his hands to pull her up and yank her down over him so his cock plunged deep inside her, faster, so he could reach his own orgasm.
Valerie was shuddering in his arms. Everything was so sensitive and intense, and she could feel his cock jerk inside her as he ejaculated from his orgasm, and then held her tightly in his arms as he tried to catch his breath.
They were all sweaty, and the sun was now mostly gone, with just a streak of pink and purple in the sky, with just enough light that the two of them could see each other.
"Do you want to try and shift now?" John asked her, his voice still strangled, from their erotic garden sex.
Valerie nodded, and reached down to pull her socks off, grinning at him when she realized she had been completely naked in his arms, except her socks.
She focused and called on her wolf, waiting for the pain that normally happened when she shifted to freak her out and stop the shift...
She closed her eyes and thought about John, his kisses, his touch, the way his teeth felt when he nibbled on her, the way he looked at her from across the room when he thought she wasn't looking at him.
Valerie felt the shift roll over her and tried to think of John, and the way he smelled. A few minutes later she opened her eyes and looked up at him, realizing she'd made the change without pain.
For the first time.
Whatever she felt for him, it made her feel whole from the inside out, she finally felt at peace. Part of her wondered if loving him would end up blowing up in her face. She knew the wolves would want revenge for him stealing her, but right now, she didn't care.
