Saved Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by R. M. Walker

  When I turned back to him, his eyes met mine. "First time?"

  "Oh yes." He nodded sagely. "I plan on there being many more to come. Boston and Virginia aren't that far from each other after all."

  His words brought a smile to my face, even though the reality of a future with him was non-existent. We'd just met, and there was no way I was revealing my most heavily kept secret to a virtual stranger. Even one who kissed as well as he did and was able to have a continuous flow of titillating conversation.

  At my silence, he continued. "At the risk of sounding like a sap, I've never met anyone like you, Illaria." I was sure he hadn't. There weren't any fairies left to my knowledge. "The conversation we had tonight at the bar was better than any I'd ever had with a woman I'd dated in my adult life. Your passion for life and travel, your dedication to your father and career. People like you are one in a million, and I'd be an idiot if I let tonight be the last I see of you. I'm sorry if I've just ruined the mood, but I just had to say what was on my mind."

  He was sweet. If his lifespan was as long as mine seemed to be, I'd hope that he'd keep that sweetness. Mortality changes your perspective on a lot of things, the same with longevity. I wasn't immortal. Far from it. All supernaturals could be killed, we all had weaknesses. But with our long lifetimes, we tended to forget about the basics of human kindness. I wasn't going to ruin this man's dreams for whatever he wanted to have planned for us. I already knew that my future most likely wouldn't include him, but he didn't. To him, I was just a raven-haired beauty he met at a bar and had a wonderful conversation with. Enough so that he wanted to spend more time with me. I wouldn't fault him for that. Nor would I let this night end with him feeling rejected and dejected. I could give him tonight, and however many nights we were here together should he still wish it in the morning.

  "You haven't ruined anything," I said. "You're sweet and kind. I don't meet many people like you either." I kissed him once and pulled my hands from around his neck, dragging them down his arms and taking a hold of his wrists as I stepped back. "How about we hold the deep talk for the morning, and enjoy the rest of our night?"

  "And tomorrow?" he asked, following me as I walked backward, leading him into the bedroom.

  I tilted my head to the side with a coy smile. "Tomorrow, you'll wake up with your arms around me, and we'll take it from there."

  He finally revealed that smile I was growing to love. "I can deal with that."

  "Good." Letting go of his wrists, I turned around and drew my hair over my shoulder, revealing the back of my dress to him. "Help me unzip?"

  "With pleasure."

  His warm hands sent tingles down my spine as he clutched the zipper and dragged it down. When it reached the end, he smoothed his hands across my shoulders to push off the straps. The dress fell off of my body and down to my feet with a soft whoosh, revealing my plain black undergarments. His hands trailed down my back to settle at my waist as I turned around and started to unbutton his shirt. With all his buttons undone, I pushed it off his shoulders and let it fall to the floor, revealing his well-sculpted chest.

  He wasn't very muscular. If I had to give his body a descriptor, I would say he was svelte, trim. Like he kept active but not to be in shape or to gain muscle. It seemed more like a habit of the trade from our earlier conversation.

  I dragged my hand down from his defined collar bones to the top of his pants and pulled him towards me as I walked backward to the bed. The light from the other room gave off enough illumination for us to see each other, so the darkness inside didn't bother me. Not that it normally would have. My abilities gave me slightly enhanced senses that allowed me to see comfortably in the dark. An advantage I fully intended to make use of.

  When the back of my knees hit the edge of the bed, I sat down. Renoldo bent over me as I laid back, covering my body with his own as his lips descended on mine. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he held himself slightly above me on his forearms, my hands trailing back up to his neck to dive into his soft hair.

  He moaned as he ground into me, his erection pressing exactly where I wanted him to be. Pulling his lips away from mine, he peppered kisses down my body until he reached the soft sensitive skin right above my panty line. My hips bucked as he kissed a particularly sensitive part before he tongued the area. I moaned as my hands continued to play in the short hairs on his head.

  Renoldo looked at me with a devilish grin before he took my panties in his teeth and began to drag them down my body. I lifted my hips to help him out, eager to feel his tongue on the place they covered. As soon as they were free of my legs, he didn't disappoint.

  He kissed a slow trail up my thighs as he spread them before diving into my wet heat, licking a clear path straight up my center. A moan left me as I gripped his hair tighter, my eyes closing to the pleasure that his mouth worked on my body. His tongue laved at my clit as he inserted one finger into my entrance and pumped.

  My hips bucked to the rhythm that he played on my body, loving every single second of his worship. As a second digit entered me, I cried out, my pleasure climbing higher as my hands left his hair to leave claw marks on his shoulders and neck. He moaned into me as his tongue began to move faster, the vibrations sending me even higher.

  Thighs wrapped around his shoulders, I kept him pinned. I was unable to control the movement of my body as he continued to work me over as if he were made for pleasing a woman orally.

  "Ren—" His name was cut off as my orgasm crashed over me. A dark explosion void of color filled my vision as I lost my breath. My legs trembled as I couldn't decide whether I wanted him to keep going, or to push him away. It was too much. My heart beat a frantic pattern in my chest as I fought for breath, my hands clawing at his shoulders and head. The sounds of my ecstasy filled the quiet room as he slowed his pace, allowing me to come down from the incredible high that he took me on.

  When my legs fell open, he lifted his head with a satisfied smirk.

  "Wow," I murmured. "That was..."

  "I know," he said, crawling up my body. "You taste amazing."

  I tasted myself on his lips as he kissed me passionately, my hands smoothing down his body to get to his pants. I needed them off. If he was that good with just his mouth, I could only imagine how he would be with the thick length I felt between my legs.

  His hands went between me and the bed to remove my bra as I worked on freeing him from his pants.

  My hand slipped beneath his boxers as soon as I worked the closure free. His hard length was hot and smooth to the touch as I let my hand slowly move over him. He bucked into my hand on a moan, pulling back from our kiss and away from me on the bed. I stared at his lithe figure as he shimmied his pants down, his erection bobbing with the movement once it was freed. My mouth watered.

  As he toed off his shoes, he stroked himself slowly. In the back of my mind, I wondered if it would make him uncomfortable if I took him in my mouth.

  Before I knew what I was doing, I was on my knees in front of him. I cupped his neck and drew him to me for a quick kiss before lowering myself before him. His breath left him in a hiss as I dragged my tongue around his mushroomed head, licking the drop of pre-cum that dripped from the tip. I gripped his base as I held myself steady with a hand on his hip, taking him back into my mouth as far as he could go.

  The groan of pleasure that escaped him turned me on more than he would ever know.

  His hand slipped into my dark hair, following the motions my head made as I bobbed on his cock. A soft musk drifted off of him as I had my way with him the same way he did with me. If I hadn't wanted him inside of me as bad as I did, I would've doubled my efforts to make him cum. It wouldn't have taken much. Even now, he throbbed in my mouth as my tongue circled his bulbous head, his hand in my hair tightening as he urged me to go faster.

  Without warning, he pushed me off of him to lie flat against the bed. He bent down to his pants and pulled a condom out of the wallet. Ripping it with his teeth, he kept his stare on
me and rolled the thin latex onto his engorged shaft. My legs spread of their own accord as he crawled up the bed, lining his body up with mine as he settled in between the warmth of my thighs.

  "Christ, you're beautiful," he murmured. His hands drifted through my hair, spreading the dark strands out on the light comforter we lay on top of. "Like spilled ink on a fresh page."

  "Aren't you poetic." The softness of my voice scared me for a moment. This man was managing to turn my world upside down and he'd hadn't even been inside of me yet. It could only get more dangerous from here. I couldn't let myself catch feelings for him, but at the same time, he made me wonder if that would really be a bad thing.

  His mouth lowered to mine as he lined himself up with my entrance and began to slip inside. A moan escaped me as my back arched, his hand moving to my proffered breast as they pressed into him. The deeper he went, the fuller I felt, wrapping my legs around his waist to keep him trapped in my center. My channel gripped his length tight, dragging a moan from him as he buried himself to the hilt.

  Renoldo pulled his mouth from mine to bury his face in my neck, his breathing ragged.

  "Christ, Illaria," he breathed. "You're so tight. You fit like a fucking glove. Where have you been all my life?"

  His hand on my breast tweaked my puckered nipple, causing me to cry out as I clenched around him.

  "Fuck," he groaned, his crassness turning me on even more.

  A deluge of wetness drenched my channel as Renoldo pulled out to thrust in harder. My breath left me on a moan.

  I turned my head, my eyes locked with his as he started a steady rhythm. My legs tightened around his waist as my nails clawed at his back, and still, he didn't look away. The only sounds in the room were those of our pleasure. His breathless grunts, and my high-pitched moans. We drank in the other's sound as if they were the last we'd ever hear.

  Unable to hold myself back any more, I fused my lips to his as my orgasm rose, waiting to burst free and drown me like the hurricanes this state was known for. He bit down on my lip as my hips bucked, meeting him thrust for thrust as he savagely pounded into me. I loved it. No one in my past had ever been this rough with me, always treating me like a delicate piece of China. Not this man. This human.

  We didn't make love, and we weren't just having sex. He fucked me as if he wanted to brand his name inside me with his cock. This sweet human man-made love to my mouth and fucked my vagina like it was his to own. I knew that I'd feel the aftereffects of our coupling in the morning, but I couldn't find it in me to give a damn. The bones of my pelvis ached as he continued to smash our bodies together. Sweat ran in rivulets down our bodies and still, we didn't slow down. If anything, the sweat only made Renoldo want to go faster, thrust into me harder, hit the back of my chasm and have me scream his name in ecstasy.

  It was a whirlwind I'd never experienced before and I loved every aching second of it. For this man, this human to bring me pleasure the like of which not even a supernatural could showed his true prowess. Maybe I wouldn't have to give him up.

  It was amazing the things great sex made you think about. I could suddenly see the future he wanted to play out, laid out in front of me. As my orgasm crashed over me, his name a horse moan from my lips, I contemplated what a future like that would be like. Would I tell him all of my secrets? Would I let him into my world fully? Would he want me if he knew?

  Sure supernaturals were things people joked about. What if I had this power, or that ability? But having the truth sprung upon you when you least expected it... well, I knew all about that. I wouldn't wish that on anyone. Would he even still want me if he knew what I was capable of?

  Me, with my brown eyes that turned a bright turquoise when my powers were initiated. Me, who could change a person’s emotion at will, who could run faster than any track star. Would he still see a future with me if he knew the truth?

  I couldn't make him as I was, but there were those who could change humans. I knew many of them, worked with a few and even killed a few more. How would he feel knowing he lay deep inside the body of a murderer? Because at the end of the day, that's what I was. The reasons behind it didn't matter. I'd killed before. I'd likely do it again before I left Louisiana.

  If we left this place, integrated into each other’s lives, would I spill all of my secrets like the ink spilled on a page he described my raven hair to be? Would I want to? Would I want him to stay? Or would I turn him away for the sake of his humanity?

  Would I honor this man with the gift of a long human life? Even if I had no part in it?

  As my trembles ended, he moaned my name, the sweetest sound I'd ever heard fall from a man's lips. He emptied into the condom, keeping me wrapped in his arms.

  For all the existential questions I'd asked myself, I didn't have an answer. And as he pulled out of me to dispose of the condom, all I could do was watch him walk away, wondering if I'd made a terrible mistake by inviting him in. As he held me close that night as we slept, I couldn't find it in me to feel an ounce of regret. For once, I let myself be selfish, and wonder what it would be like to feel the love of a man.

  4

  Illaria

  The next morning, I woke up with Renoldo's arms around me. For whatever reason, I had this annoying fear in the back of my head that he would leave in the middle of the night. He'd gotten what he came for, and he would leave like a ghost in the night. It wouldn't be the first time, and I was far from a one-night stand victim. Still, I was surprisingly happy when the fog of sleep lifted from my mind and I found that wasn't the case.

  We had a lovely breakfast together, clad in nothing but the plush robes the hotel provided, and enjoyed each other's company and conversation. He didn't speak on the requests made of the night before, but something in his eyes told me that was far from the last I'd hear of it. Strangely, I wasn't dreading that conversation the way I thought I would.

  After breakfast we enjoyed a hot, luxurious, shower together. For the conservation of water, of course. The things we did in the shower, however, might've negated our conservative efforts.

  Renoldo left shortly after, having to go back downstairs to his room, and to his client who would more than likely be awake by now. Before he left, he made me promise that we'd have dinner later that evening. The case files still hadn't arrived, and I didn't likely need to be in Baton Rouge until Thursday the earliest, so I had no trouble agreeing. Something about him just made me want to make him happy. If I didn't know any better, I'd think he was a supernatural as well, but if being the last fairy in existence gave me any kind of edge, it was the innate feeling of when someone around me was different.

  My father described it as like being attracted to like. The supernatural elements in my body that made me who I was, were able to subtly reach out and touch the essence of those around me. Nothing too invasive, just enough to know if I would need to protect myself or not. It was my secret defense mechanism. Kind of like how chameleons could blend into their surroundings when they sensed danger.

  I suppose that could have been a reason why I felt so comfortable around Renoldo. A couple of the men who approached me in the bar the night before had a bit of supernatural in them, whether they knew it or not. Renoldo was completely human.

  Apparently, I felt more comfortable with a human buying me a drink in a bar than I did a supernatural. I shouldn't have. Renoldo was dangerous in his own ways.

  When the courier finally arrived with the files around lunch time, I couldn't even focus on them since my mind was busy contemplating what would happen at dinner tonight. In one night, a man had managed to do what no other before him had ever done. He made me nervous.

  I wasn't sure if that was me finally learning to open my heart, or being absolutely stupid. There were people dying not two hours away, and here I was agonizing over a date with a man I'd just met. A man who fucked me like he owned me and kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world. It was all very mind boggling.

  Even my father could tell tha
t I was distracted when he'd called me that afternoon. I had the files spread out across the bed, my chin in my hand as my elbow rested on my bent knee, and my mind was a million miles away. I startled when the shrill ringing of the hotel phone cut through the silence.

  Grabbing the phone off the receiver, I willed my heart to slow down as I answered. "Hello?"

  "Illaria," my father's gruff voice came through the handset.

  "Hey, Dad." My eyes cut to the window during my greeting, not wanting him to know that my mind had been elsewhere.

  "Have the files arrived yet?"

  "Yes," I murmured. "The courier dropped them off about an hour ago."

  "And?"

  I bit my lip in annoyance. "I haven't really had the chance for a thorough look through them.”

  “Still enjoying your vacation?” he asked shrewdly.

  My jaw clenched in irritation as my gaze skimmed over the open files on my bed. These people deserved my full attention. Whether or not they’d been decent in life didn’t matter, they’d fallen prey to the supernatural world, and it was my job to clean it up.

  “There was an unforeseen situation that needed to be handled.”

  “And has it been?”

  “Yes, sir.”

  “Then get to work.” He paused for a moment, and I could almost see the wheels spinning in his head. “Illaria, you’re my daughter, and I love you. I want you to enjoy your life as much as you can, but you are also of the Underground.”

  “Tueri obliti enim sunt lupis oves pascere vis,” I recited by heart. Protect the oblivious, for they are the sheep the wolves wish to feast.

  When I first learned what our motto meant, it took everything in me not to laugh at the absurdity of it. My father, the head director of Underground operations was a werewolf, and our motto basically said we had to protect the innocent from the wolves who’d sooner take a bite out of them than leave them be. Absolute ridiculousness. Especially since a good portion of the werewolf community were allies of the Underground, if not full members themselves. I thought it had something to do with the old adage, “don’t trust a wolf in sheep's clothing”, but no one would ever confirm or deny.