by Zara Zenia
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Liam
Stephanie and I leave the apartment. The other guys are probably scratching their heads wondering what's going to happen from here on. Let them wonder. They've had their time with her. This is my turn now. Instead of taking Stephanie straight to meet her dad, I decide I want some time with her first. "How about we grab some coffee first and talk?" I suggest. "I'd like to get to know you better."
"That would be good. I could use the interlude before we go see my dad. I don't even know what I'm going to say. Or... well, I don't know what he's doing here. It can't really be him, can it?"
"Hey, don't worry about that right now. We'll just talk for a while, okay?" I say.
She agrees, “Okay.”
Over coffee at the nearby late-night diner, she starts to feel more comfortable around me. I can sense that in her body language, the sparkle in her green eyes. That wasn't there before when we were all having that difficult conversation around the kitchen table.
"You know, I've been in a car crash too," I say.
"Oh? That's something I don't like to think about too much. It's easier to hide from my past I guess," she says while cradling her half gone cup of coffee and staring into its contents.
"Sorry, but there are things you need to know. My family was in the car with me as well. A vampire saved my life by turning me."
Looking up at me, she says, "What about your family? Are they here on Etwan as vampires too?"
"No, I was the only one the vampire saved." There's a cold silence before she replies.
"Do you ever wish you'd been left to die with your family? At least then you could be together, in one way or another."
"That's a little morbid, don't you think?" I say before taking a large gulp of my strong coffee. It tastes bitter and has the kick I need right now.
"Sorry," she replies. "It's the whole vampire thing. No offense, but I've always seen them as these blood sucking monsters."
"That's how the media on Earth portrays them. Don't feel bad for believing what you've always been told. There is a lot more to life that we don't realize though. But tell me how you really feel about vampires," I say laughing. "Don't hold back on my account.”
"You asked for it," she says with a wicked smile. I already think I adore this girl. There's something so honest about her, pure, but she doesn't mind speaking her mind when it counts.
"From all the stories, I thought that vampires were meant to be like these animals, just wanting their own carnal desires met. Pursuing blood and sex, you know?”
I feel insulted but try to hide it. She still picks up on my feelings.
"Don't get me wrong," she quickly adds. "I don't think that now. Vampires are something different to me now, after meeting you and Wayne and Kurt."
I reply, "That's good. I want to show you that the vampires on Etwan are nothing like what you've come to expect. Life doesn't have to be about one type of being having superiority over another type. Harmony is a real possibility."
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Stephanie
Liam seems like he has a really good soul. There's a calmness to his demeanor, the way he appears to be like an open book. It's comforting after all the half-truths I've been fed from the others. Even my own cousin wasn't willing to tell me the truth. Liam has only known me for under an hour. Already he's told me how things really are. "I feel like I can trust you," I tell him. "Come closer."
Liam moves closer to me and I kiss him. "You're a gentle soul," I say after a brief kiss. "You're not like Wayne in that regard. He isn’t sort or gentle, I’m not saying that’s a bad thing, just different. He's very dominant, at least he was when we were together, I don’t feel like you are wanting to dominate me.. That's the kind of thing a girl can tell, especially after being intimate. And you're certainly not like Kurt.” She smiles. “He’s just all encompassing, it’s hard to know what he’s thinking, which is annoying, since he can read my thoughts like a book."
"I know what you mean," Liam replies. "You have such sweet lips, by the way."
"Thanks," I say with a giggle. My face is going red now. Feeling shy after a simple kiss, and it didn't even involve tongue. I've just slept with three guys in a matter of days, but this moment just before still makes me feel so young and naive.
Liam smiles. “I have an idea. I want to take you out to meet some more vampires and dragons. You'll get a better idea of the kind of people within each of the groups," he says. "You haven't been given a good indication of what life's like on Etwan. Not an honest one anyway. You’ve only had these isolated encounters."
"That sounds great," I say.
He takes me to a different place, a bar that's quite different from the other one I've been to. It's a more relaxed place that isn't full of just teens. People aren't just playing parlor games and dancing. They're gathered in groups at tables. Sitting and enjoying conversations over their drinks. There's no air of anyone trying to pose and be cool. It just is cool.
"I could really get used to this kind of life," I say after my third drink. "And these are amazing. So sweet, but there's a definite kick to them isn't there?"
"That's what our drinks are like here," Liam says. "This is like a paradise, where you can ignore all the harsh things about reality. What we want here is to create true harmony. That's why women like you are so important to us. It's why you're getting so much attention. Sorry you had to be thrown into it blind like that though."
"It's not your fault," she says. "You have been the only one who was straight-up with me."
Liam beams at my compliment. Being honest with people seems to be something he prides himself on. "Thank you," he says.
"Hey, would you two like some Etwan juice shots?" asks one of the friendly dragon shifters at a table by us. He and a group of others are getting some shots. "There's plenty to go around. Liam, why don't you bring your lady friend over to have some with us?"
"Oh, I've already tried that," I say when I gets a smell of the shot that's handed to me. "Yeah, I don’t think I need that. Not after what happened the first time I tried that," I whisper to Liam. He looks intrigued, but I’m so not giving him any details. With a smile I just wink and say, "A girl should never kiss and tell."
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Liam
I am intrigued beyond words about her almost confession. The idea of her having some of those strong shots and letting me explore her body crosses my mind. That sure isn't the first time I've thought about her naked either. Any man who sets eyes on Stephanie and fails to want her has to be crazy. She's the kind of beauty that you can't let slip by you. It's no wonder she has already bonded and mated with three others already. And I know I'm going to be the fourth. There's no doubt in my mind that we have a special bond already.
Etwan juice isn't needed anyway. Stephanie's had a few drinks already, albeit much less potent than that powerful drink. Once we start to flirt, it's not long before we start to touch each other. First it begins with her putting a hand on my shoulder as we sit and talk. Then my hand is on her leg, and she puts her hand over mine. We hold hands and look deep into each other's eyes. She's so pretty that I actually find myself at a loss for words at times. It's not like me to get like that. Suddenly I find myself blurting out things about my life.
"You really have an effect on me," I tell her. "It's not like me to feel like this about a girl I just met."
"Does that have anything to do with us being mates?" she asks while holding her glass and sipping at it gingerly. The way she lets her tongue linger on the rim of the glass for just a second is intoxicating. Even more so than this alien alcohol we've been consuming together. The atmosphere of this bar is always so relaxed, so friendly. It invites people to be their true selves and unwind. Maybe that's why I feel the need to share some personal things about myself.
"Who said we're mates?" I ask, smiling. "You don't have to become a mate with anyone until you choose to."
"It doesn't seem like I've
been asked by anyone if I wanted to be their mate. It’s just I was drawn to them, and I agreed to have sex. No one's even told me what being mates with a guy entails." She downs the rest of her drink. "You seem like you have something you want to say to me. What's on your mind?"
"Am I that transparent?" I ask her.
"Isn't being honest something you strive for?" she questions.
It's the truth and I nod in agreement. "The reason I try to be so honest is that I have a lot of anxiety. Letting people know where they stand with me seems like a good way to ease their minds. I want to give other people a calmness that I often lack."
"You don't seem anxious right now," she tells me, rubbing my leg dangerously close to my crotch. Another half inch and she'll be feeling my dick in public. Not that I'd mind if she were to do so. Not one bit.
“That's all thanks to this stuff," I say before taking another drink from my own glass. "Partying and having fun are the keys to keeping happy, staying calm. Roger and I come here a lot."
"Who's that? Is he one of your mates?" she asks, confused.
I shake my head and smile. "No, it's not like that. We're very close though, like brothers. You see, I grew up without my family after the accident happened. As an orphan, it was vital that I had someone. That's why Roger and I are such good friends. We're basically brothers as far as I'm concerned. It's been kind of difficult since I've been on Etwan. That's why I like to come here so much. The atmosphere in this bar is so welcoming."
"It's a lot different to the place Brent took me, that teen hang out. That's where I first met Dan too. He's not bad though, don't get me wrong. Just different. There's nothing wrong with people being different."
"Nothing wrong at all. Very different people, even different species, can all live in harmony if they make the effort," I say. This feels like we're really connected, like she might be the ideal mate for me. I hope so anyway. As though she's answering my thought, her hand finally does wander over to caress my dick through my pants.
I kiss her, deeper this time. It's not a sweet romantic type of kiss—but a hot and heavy one that people share after they've been drinking.
“Let’s go back to my place,” I say.
“Yes,” she agrees with a smile.
When we get to my place, we throw our clothes on the floor as we come through the door. Our breath is hot and steamy, just like her pussy as I reach down to touch between her legs. There's no slow build up, just heated physical contact. Our kissing only gets harder, tongues desperately wrestling like our lives depend on it. I start to groan with anticipation. Fuck, I can't wait to put my dick in her.
“I can’t wait to be in you,” I tell her. I'm not about to pretend like I want to take it slow. She likes that I'm honest, so I'll just be myself with her.
"I want you so badly," she whispers in my ear.
The breathy tone of her voice makes my cock harder than glass. But I'm not going to fuck her without some foreplay. I have to take that sweet smelling pussy. The scent of her has been driving me crazy this whole time. Being a vampire makes a guy especially vulnerable to his primal side. Sex can become a one-track thing if you let it. I know some vampires who are sex addicts because of their eternal drive to seek out sensual pleasures. It's not something I want to let happen to me. Luckily, I care about more than just sex when it comes to a mate.
A person's personality, their soul, the things that make them worthy of pining for—those are equally as important as how great their tits and ass are, how pretty those green eyes are. Everything about her body is just perfect, which makes this such an amazing moment.
"You taste so fucking good," I tell her as I come up for air. My face is buried between her thighs, those creamy smooth thighs. I slide my tongue inside her tight, tasty hole. The nectar that envelopes my taste buds is better than anything I've ever tasted before. Her moaning pushes me to try to please her. To do anything in my power to give this gorgeous young woman anything she could possibly want.
"Fuck!" she lets out. "Whatever you're doing right now, please don't stop!"
Her hips start to lift up off the bed like she can't control her body. It's almost like a supernatural force has taken possession of her. I reach up with my forearm and use it to pin her back down to the bed. I'm not going to let her have any release from what I'm doing to her. She needs to feel every moment of this. All that writhing around would only rob her of the pleasure I'm unleashing on her pussy.
Finally she screams and grabs me by the hair. Pressing her pelvis into my face, I feel like I'm in the happiest place in existence. I know she's coming because the taste of her juices changes, becomes stronger, thicker. My dick is so hard right now that I feel like I might bust a nut just doing this. Soon I'll be inside of her, but first I kiss and lick around her pussy teasingly.
"That's so sensitive," she says pleadingly. "I can't believe you made me come so hard. I've never done it like that before. Not even when I was using my toy on myself. You have a magic tongue."
"I like to think so," I say smugly. There's no hiding that I'm proud of myself for making her orgasm so hard. "Now I'm going to fuck you," I say. There's a sense of confidence in me that's seldom there. Even after being made a vampire I was always anxious. Now I am fully in control.
"Yes, sir," Stephanie tells me. "How do you want me?"
"Bend over," I tell her, and she complies. I love this power play we have going on. Her ass is perfectly round and tight. There's no holding back as I push myself inside her. I grab a cheek in each hand and squeeze down. The motion spreads her open a little as I start to thrust. I know I'm not going to be able to last long with all this built up passion coursing through me. That doesn't seem to be a problem. I can feel her starting to come close to finishing for a second time after just five minutes or so.
"That's so deep!" she exclaims.
I'm not a tall guy, just average height really. But my dick is above average size, and it shows, judging from her reaction to me being inside her. I pump forward, working my hips to go balls deep inside her tight cunt. I run my hand down her back and enjoy the way she moans at my touch.
"You like that?" I demand.
"I love it," she replied. "You're the fourth cock I've had inside me since coming here. Fuck me like a whore."
I comply with her wish. I pound her for a lot longer than I thought I would be able to. My cock is so hard that it's filling her completely, stretching the walls of her insides out.
"I can't take it for much longer," she says. "You've made me so sensitive, it feels so good. But it hurts."
"You can take it, baby."
"I can take whatever you give me," she replies.
This is amazing and I feel like a big man as I pump her from behind. I finally start to come, reaching down and placing my hand around her throat to pull her body back toward me. She's at a ninety degree angle to the bed now. I bite her neck, imagining I'm draining her completely as I do so. I don't bite too hard though.
She starts to breathe even heavier as her pussy clenches down. The pressure almost forces my dick out of her, but I push forward. I come deep inside of her, making her mine completely. After it's over, neither of us moves from our sexual position. I continue to massage her back, gently slap her ass, slowly edge myself in and out of her. I don't want this to be over yet, and it still feels so fucking good.
After, she turns around and kisses me. I'm still kneeling up and she is too now. Then she looks behind me and something makes her go as white as a ghost. "What's wrong?" I ask with concern.
"Why do you have a picture of my father on your wall?" she says.
"Oh... that's not the first thing you wanted to see after having sex is it? Sorry about that. Come here," I say, lying down on the bed. She cuddles up beside me, unable to resist maintaining the physical closeness despite the shock she just experienced. There's a lot of confusion on her face now. That really messed up the amazing climax we just both enjoyed together.
"So, are you going to tell me why
you have that picture? I'm not upset, I just thought you had been completely honest with me. I thought you were different, Liam."
"I am, I swear. The man who rescued me from that car crash. It was your father. I'd been planning to tell you that before we went to meet him. But as you know, we got sidetracked. There wasn't a good moment to bring it up. The drinks made me forget what I was planning to tell you. It was an honest mistake, please believe me."
"I do believe you, there's no reason why you should start lying to me now after telling me things no one else was willing to say."
She rolls over on her back, breaking our cuddle. It feels like there's a great distance between us despite our bodies still being pressed together. Now I roll to face her, relinquishing my dominance and missing it already. Power play is fun, but I know it's not how things really work with me. That's not the person I am in the real world outside of the bedroom.
"He's a very inspirational man," I say. "When Wayne came to me and told me about you, he said he thought we would be a good match, that a bond might be there between you and me. He asked me if I wanted to see if I could be one of your mates, your father's one of the reasons I didn't even hesitate. Even before I met you, I wanted to be with you."
"I can't decide if that's sweet or creepy. You'll have to excuse me, but this is all a bit too much to process right now," she says with a huff. "And I was having such an amazing time with you."
"Why does that have to change? Is it really so bad that I know your dad? It's a good thing that I get along with him. You know you can trust me if your own flesh and blood does."
Stephanie sighs and rolls to face me. She runs her fingers through my brown hair. "You do have a good soul. I can tell that from the short time I've been with you. Okay, for now I'm going to just keep trusting you. Don't give me a reason to regret that, Liam."
