by Amy Robyn
“Jesus.” I say as I feel my dick throb beneath my fingers. I lick her from her tiny puckered hole, all the way up to her little nub. She is so sensitive and I enjoy every moment of her shaking and calling my name. She even reaches down and grabs my hair as she grinds against my mouth. My cock jerks and I growl into her as another orgasm burst out of me. I grind myself into the bed as I continue the fill my already damp trousers.
“Yes.” She screamed as her body trembled and more of her juices flow into my waiting mouth. Her release is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. Her back bows off the bed and her eyes close tightly. Her grip on my hair tightens and her legs close around my head. I watch her as I continue to lick and suck at her engorged clit. I lick up every bit of her cum and enjoy the way her legs twitch with every swipe of my tongue. This has become my new favorite pastime. I will want to taste her here as much as I will want her blood.
I do not bite her because I do not know how much that vampire took from her and I will always put her health first. I know that she is ill and I fear that what was taken already could cause irreparable damage. I growl as I think about going over to kill the vampire who hurt her.
“You sure do growl a lot.” She pants at me as I finally pull away from my tasty treat. I lick her juices off my lips and catch some dribbling down my chin with my finger. She watches me as I clean it off by sucking it into my mouth. I groan as enjoy the last drop. I can tell that she likes what I did by her pupils dilating further and her breathing picks up again.
“Would you like me to please you again?” I ask her but she yawns, answering my question. She is worn out and I need to put her health ahead of either of our desires. I grab my shirt again and hand it to her. She slides it on as I watch. She moves so elegantly and I enjoy watching her move. I wonder if I will still be in awe of her in fifty years. I think I will. Hell, I think I will in a thousand years.
Chapter 4.
I can’t believe I stayed the night. What is even more shocking, is that I let him go down on me, without a thought. I have been sick for so long that I haven’t had any romantic interests. I haven’t been on a date since high school. It’s not that guys haven’t asked me out. I just never agreed to see them. It would be unfair to saddle them with all my baggage. Besides, I will not live long and I do not want to lead them on. It was sad when my high school boyfriend found out I had cancer.
Denny and I dated for a few months and things were beautiful, or so I thought. He wanted to take things further but I was never ready to give myself to him in that way. The day I came to him and told him that I had cancer, he swore that he would be there for me. It wasn’t a week after I started my treatments that I walked in on him sleeping with one of the cheerleaders after his basketball game. He told me that he was sorry and tried to get back together with me. I never wanted anything to do with him again. I lost faith that a man would ever be worthy of giving myself to.
I look over at the man I just spent the night with. A vampire that has been more alone in this world than I ever imagined possible. To think he was never able to have sex again after he was changed. He barely has more experience than I do. For some reason that makes me feel more comfortable with him. He will cherish me in ways a mortal man never could. A part of me still worries that now that he can have sex again, will he find someone else? Sure, he needs me for my blood but can he be faithful?
He stirs and his unusually pale eyes open. He smiles at me as though I am the very air he needs to breathe. I really hope that’s true.
“Was your hair silver blonde before you were changed?” I have been curious about that though thought it would be rude to ask. After last night, I should know everything I can about him, especially if we are to ever go any further.
“No, my hair was a dark blonde and my eyes were blue, though not this pale of a blue.” He takes a deep breath and blows it out slowly.
“I think it’s because he nearly froze me to death before the turn. It could have also been the stress I was under for so long leading up to the change. The atrocities he made me watch. He was little more than a depraved animal.” He says in his proper voice. I notice he tries to talk modern yet sometimes he slips back in time. I know that he’s old by the descriptions he has made, though he hasn’t told me just how old he is.
“I’m sorry you had to go through that.” I run my fingers through his beautiful silver, blonde hair and enjoy the silky strands as they slide through my fingers.
“You look almost Native American except your too pale and your eyes are blue.” I tell him and he shrugs.
“No, America wasn’t discovered until five hundred years after I was born.” I shake my head at that. Holy cow.
“How old are you?” I ask him yet I fear I will not like the answer.
“One thousand and twenty-two. Give or take a year. I lose track. It’s not something I think about very often anymore. I was born in 995. It was a simple time compared to modern days. We worked hard and protected ourselves against the Vikings. They didn’t bother us as much because we were not close to shore but many villages were destroyed by Vikings.” I am stunned speechless. The things this man has probably seen. It makes me curious.
“When did you come to America?” I ask him and he thinks about it for a moment.
“I guess it was in the 1800’s Everyone was fleeing England because the church of England wanted everyone under their secular control. Religion should be a freedom not a prison.” He breathes out and pulls me toward him.
“Oh, and what is your religion?” I ask him and he chuckles.
“It has been many things over the years as I searched for answers. Now, I would say that I don’t really have one. I’m not saying that there isn’t a god, who knows there might be but I have never seen any kind of divine miracles.” He stares at me for a long time and I start to squirm under his scrutiny.
“You are a divine miracle to me.” He whispers before kissing me and making me forget what else I wanted to ask him. He can make me forget everything but him. His lips, his eyes, and the things he makes me feel. He should come with a warning label. Kisses from this man make you lose all sense. I want more of him and less at the same time. I feel overwhelmed yet I am beginning to crave his touch.
“William.” I say as he pulls away and he must be able to see the desire in my eyes. He shocks me by leaning away rather than taking advantage of my need for him.
“We better get out of this bed before I forget that you’re not ready.” Am I ready? My body says I am but my mind still rebels at the thought. I have already gone further with him than I have with anyone else. I need to get to know him better first. The unbelievable thing is that I know I will eventually, because I believe him when he says I’m his mate. I feel the pull between us and I can’t deny that it’s not a normal attraction. I wouldn’t fool myself if I tried.
My stomach growls and William looks over at me and frowns. He rushes over and grabs the menu off the night stand and hands it to me.
“I forgot about feeding you. I apologize. Please tell me what you’re hungry for and I will order it.” He really seems upset, as though he hasn’t been taking care of me. I frown.
“I’m a grown woman. I do not need you to take care of me.” I tell him and his frown deepens.
“It is my duty to ensure your health and safety.” He tells me and for some strange reason I like the idea of being taken care of. It’s a novel idea since I have never been taken care of. I’m sure I was as an infant but I have no memory of it. My parents were always too caught up in what they had going on to waste time on me.
I open the menu and decide to eat a big meal. I didn’t eat much yesterday and I need my energy. I slept extremely well. The only time I woke up was when William left the bed so he could shower and I fell asleep as soon as he wrapped his arms around me again. He smelled so good and felt so warm that I slept like a baby.
I tell him what I want to eat and he picks up the phone in the room and orders it for me. I never felt thi
s way, I never had anyone who wanted to make sure all my needs were met. He is becoming an addiction and I worry that I am becoming too dependent on him. Sure, he is going to be dependent on me as well but I have never given anyone this much power over me. I’m a little uncomfortable with it. I clear my throat.
“I need to go home.” I tell him and he climbs on the bed next to me.
“What do you have to go home to?” He asks me and I think about that for a moment. It’s not like I have a job anymore. I quit when I found out that I was dying. I am only on a month to month on my home. My car is old and clunky. I do not have any pets or anything dependent on me. There is only one thing I need.
“Can you at least take me to pick up my medications and some clothes?” I ask him and he smiles before cupping my cheek.
“I can do that as soon as you eat.” He kisses my lips and as usual with him. I lose myself in him. The man has made kissing an art form. The way his lips move against mine and the taste of his tongue, make me drunk on him. I need more of him. Before I can take things any further there is a knock on the door. I understand the growling now as he does it for me. I chuckle when he gets up to answer the door. He opens the door and takes the trolley from the man and hands him a tip.
“God that smells good.” I say as he lifts the lid on my dinner. I stand up and feel a little dizzy. I sway and William lifts me into his arms and sits me in the chair. I grip his neck and before he releases me, I give his lips a peck. He kneels in front of me.
“Tell me what I can do to help you.” He asks as he looks up at me with such a tender expression that I find myself leaning forward and kissing him. He makes me wish I wasn’t sick, that I was never diagnosed with cancer. He makes me want to live for the first time in my life.
“I wish there was something you could do.” I tell him honestly because I would like nothing more than to have the life with him that I should have been able to have.
“Bond with me.” He says as he kisses me again. I break the kiss and look at him.
“Why would you want to tie yourself to a sinking ship?” I ask him. He smiles at me and cups my cheek. I love when he does that, it makes me feel small and cherished.
“It doesn’t matter if we bond at this point. If you die I will as well. I have already tasted your blood, no other will do now. I would rather have days with you than a lifetime without you.” He just made my heart melt within my chest. I have never had anyone care for me the way he does. Maybe he’s right. I should grab this opportunity and enjoy the life I have left.
“How do we bond?” I ask him as I lean into him. He smiles as though he has won a great prize.
“It’s simple we make love and I drink from you at the same time.” He kisses my fingers and I can only nod my head and whisper a soft.
“Yes.” He pulls me against him and holds me there. I can feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest reminding me yet again what I mean to him.
“Eat first. I want you to have plenty of strength.” He offers me a bite of my potato and I take it. He cuts my steak and feeds it to me. I would normally complain that he doesn’t need to treat me like a child but I do not want to stop him. I love the whole thing and how his eyes dilate every time I wrap my lips around the tines of the fork.
When I am finished eating he lifts me from my chair and carries me over to the bed. He lays me down gently as he pulls his shirt over my head. I nearly reach down to cover myself but I decide not to when I see his eyes light up. He likes what he sees. He reaches up and pulls his own shirt off and then he pops the top button on his pants. The man is gorgeous. I didn’t believe men with these bodies existed outside of magazines. I run my hand down his rippled stomach and moan at how he feels under my hand. He growls and hurries in shoving his pants to the floor, quickly followed by his boxers.
“My mate, you stare at me like that any longer and I may not be able to go as slow as you might need.” He climbs on the bed and straddles my hips. I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I need to take the edge off so I do not spill as soon as I push into you and I want to see you marked with my seed.” Sometimes the beastly side of him comes out and it’s such a turn on. I know I should be offended that he would say such things or do such things. I can’t because they make me tingle all over. His need is my need. It’s so strange how much of his emotions I feel. It makes me want to fulfill his desires even more because I understand why he needs it.
“Please.” I says as I press my breasts together for him to spill his seed on. I want to be marked by him. I want to see his sticky cum covering me. I want to feel it cool on my body as he thrusts between my thighs. Maybe we are all animals in our own way.
He starts stroking his cock and I watch in rapt fascination. He moves his hand up and down his thick, long pole as moisture beads at the tip. I want to taste him to see if he tastes as good as he thinks I do. His cock is so large that I worry about whether it will even fit inside of me. I am still a virgin and I wonder if he will tear me. I guess if he does he can always seal the wound with his saliva. That thought doesn’t help the pulsing between my legs.
“Fuck.” He groans as the first splash hits my chest. He growls and a look of strain comes over his face as more falls on me. Ropes of his cum spurt out of his shaft and land on me, creating a puddle between my breasts.
“That is beautiful.” He says as he takes his hand and rubs it into my skin. He runs it over the tips of my breasts causing me to moan.
“You like seeing me soak into your skin as much as I do.” He says and I nod my head. I love it.
“Now I need your taste in my mouth before I fill you.” I moan at the thought of his mouth on me again. I always have had problems getting myself to cum. I have tried many things and I always thought it was because I think too much but last night he proved me wrong. I know that I had been waiting for this man to help me find the pleasure I always craved.
He moves down my body until he is straddling my legs now. He runs his fingers through my close-cropped curls before sliding one of his long fingers between my cleft.
“Look at all this waiting for me.” He pulls his finger out and shows me his glistening digit. He sucks his finger into his mouth and groans.
“You taste even better tonight than last night.” He smiles as he moves off me. He pulls my legs up to my chest and then pushes them apart. It feels strange being this exposed to someone. He growls and stares down at me.
“You’re so beautiful everywhere.” He rasps before falling into me and licking me as though I’m his favorite ice-cream.
Chapter 5.
Her flavor does something to me, brings out the primitive beast in me. I want more of it running down my throat and chin. Her hips jerk when I find her little nub and start nibbling at it. Her keening cries are like music to my ears. Already I am getting to know her body, what she likes and dislikes. I only hope to know it as well as I know my own. I want to be able to give her such pleasure that she will know she belongs to me. She will never be able to walk away from me.
I suck her clit into my mouth and flick my tongue across it as I push my finger into her tight clasping passage. I groan at the thought of my cock sliding in there. Paradise. I bet being inside of her feels better than I could ever imagine. She mewls and I know she is getting close. I remove my finger and thrust my tongue in its place so I can collect her juices directly from the source. I press my thumb to her nub and start rubbing it in circles. I move my tongue in and out of her. Her back arches and her channel tightens around my tongue.
“William.” She cries out as she cums. Her sweet nectar slides down my throat as I lap up every drop of her. She bucks and I must hold her down with one hand as I continue to clean her completely. She is so beautiful with her hair fanned out on the bed as she tosses her head back and forth. Her cheeks are flushed as is her entire body and her eyes are glazed with passion. There is not a more gorgeous sight.
When she collapses back into the bed. I climb her body until I am nose to n
ose with her. I stare into her beautiful green eyes as I line my cock up with her entrance. I want to see into her eyes as I join our bodies together.
“Are you ready to become mine?” I ask her and she nods. I take her lips and let her taste just how sweet she is as I push into her. I move slowly as I fill her. She is so tight that she is strangling my cock. The slight pain is worth it and reminds me of how important this moment is. This is our first joining and her very first time at all. I want her to remember tonight fondly and not remember the pain of breaking her innocence. She needs to feel as cherished as she is.
I reach her barrier and I pull back before thrusting forward, breaking through the thin layer of skin. She flinches and cries out in my mouth. I kiss her over and over as I wait for her body to adjust. The last thing I want to do is cause her more pain. I pull back and look down at the face that has come to mean everything to me in such a short amount of time. Her emerald eyes stare up at me with such heat and intensity that I know she loves me even though it is too soon for her to say it to me. Humans and their strange customs.
“William.” She says and moves her hips tentatively. I push forward some more until I am finally all the way inside of her.
“Oh god.” She moans and I know she is nearly ready for me.
“My beautiful mate. I will always treasure you.” I tell her as I pull my hips back and then thrust forward again. She moans.
“Good?” I ask and she nods her head. I do it again and when I only see pleasure in her eyes I continue to move. Her body relaxes and takes me with more ease. I rejoice in the knowledge that I am finally joining my mate. After so long I had given up hope of ever finding her and here she is. She is more beautiful than I ever imagined she would be. She is good and so pure that I can practically see her inner light shining through. If beauty had a name it would be Hailey.
