Gregor's Reason: The Night Movers Vampire Series Book 3

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by Helen Bright


  Gregor stayed still inside me while my body came down from the endorphin high and the tremors abated. When my breathing had returned to a near normal state I heard a faint humming sound, then felt something touch my pubic hair and carry on as it was pressed into my sex. I tensed at the unknown.

  “This vibrating panel is a clitoral stimulator, my love. I’m going to fuck you now, hard, fast and deep. I want you to feel pleasure like you have never known before, and when you begin to orgasm, I’m going to taste that pleasure in your blood and make you come all over again from my bite.”

  Before I could nod or say anything else, the vibrations on the panel increased, and Gregor began to fuck me hard, fast and deep, just like he’d said he would. The build to orgasm took a matter of seconds. When I started to come, I heard Gregor cry out before sinking his teeth into where my neck met my shoulder. The orgasm didn’t have time to abate before another slammed into me, and took my breath in a silent scream.

  Gregor grabbed my hips even harder and slammed into me one last time before loudly proclaiming his love for me and then collapsing onto my back. The vibrating panel was still humming away, but it was too much for my sensitive tissues to handle right now, and I was grateful when Gregor switched it off.

  He pulled out of me slowly before walking over to some drawers next to the chaise. He opened the top one and pulled out a small towel and came back to me. He knelt on the floor and cleaned between my legs before using the towel on himself. Then he undid the straps at the back of my knees, before standing up and leaning over to remove my cuffs.

  “Don’t move for a moment,” he ordered, before rubbing me firmly, from my wrists to my shoulders. He then massaged down my back in a kneading motion, before moving over my buttocks and down the backs of my legs. With my back to his chest, he stood up behind me and helped me up from the kneeling position I had held for so long. I wobbled unsteadily, my knees still weak.

  “Keep still Chloe, and let me take care of you,” Gregor admonished.

  Placing an arm under my knees and across my back, he lifted me up and carried me all the way from his cellar to his bedroom.

  After laying me gently on his bed, he opened the door to a small drinks cabinet and took out a bottle of water. He poured it into a glass and brought it to me. I didn’t realise how thirsty I was until I took my first sip. Within seconds, I had drunk the whole glass, and when Gregor removed the glass from my hand. I laid back down and closed my eyes, smiling when I felt him lay beside me and throw an arm and leg over me.

  “I’ve fallen in love with you, Gregor,” I whispered.

  “You don’t know how much it means to me to hear you say that, Chloe. I will spend the rest of our very long lives together making you happy and showing you just how much I love you in return. But we can talk about that later, for now, let’s sleep.”

  Chapter Thirteen

  Gregor

  I woke a few hours later from sleep that had been less than restful. I had dreamed of the fearful look that had appeared in my flower girl’s eyes when I had shown her my cellar, and its contents. I knew she had overcome it, but I felt so angry that she had known that type of fear in the first place.

  She seemed reluctant to tell me what had happened and who it was that had caused her so much distress, but I needed to know. Both the man and vampire parts of me needed to know, and to deal with this person accordingly.

  I had not killed a human for many years. Not since the last of the hunters came to kill my kind. But that would change when I found the man responsible for hurting my Chloe.

  I felt her stir beside me before she got up and made her way to the bathroom. I did not like the feel of my bed without her in it, so a few moments later I followed her.

  Chloe had just started running the bath as I opened the door, she turned and apologised for waking me when I entered. I cut off that apology with a sensual kiss as I backed her up against the wall and ground my cock against her cleft.

  “It doesn’t matter how many times I have you, Chloe; it’s just never enough. Tell me I can have you, and love you every day, forever. Tell me you will bond with me.”

  “I need to know more, Gregor, starting with, why me? So as much as your kisses take me to that special place that I love so much, let's just get in this huge bath you have and talk about our expectations.”

  I knew she was right; we needed to talk about our future. But Chloe had looked so sexy when she was bending over the bath, and she smelled divine, of her and me and sex, and it was hard not to let my throbbing erection find its way into her body.

  I kissed her once more, how could I not? Her lips were so full and tempting and felt so soft and supple against mine.

  “Gregor, you have to stop turning me on,” she groaned, and I smiled against her cheek.

  “Never, my love. I will devote my life to keeping you in a perpetual state of arousal,” I said laughing and stepping away from her to test the bath water.

  “I can believe it, too,” Chloe said with a giggle as if I had been joking. I hadn’t.

  My slipper style clawfoot bath was larger than average, which was perfect for me to slide in behind Chloe and lay against the sloping backrest. I pulled her down towards me and used some of my body wash to soap up Chloe's larger than average breasts.

  “Gregor,” Chloe sighed, as she stopped my fingers from tugging at her nipples.

  “I can’t help it, my darling; your breasts are a perfect distraction. It is your fault that I cannot keep my hands to myself.”

  “Well, you have to try Gregor, at least while we talk. I want to know why you want us to be permanent. And how can you know this when you have known me only a matter of months?”

  “From the moment I met you when you came to my home to deliver flowers for Keeley, I knew I wanted you. At first, I thought it was just a sexual thing. I was attracted to you, and I wanted your body and your blood. But I also fell for your intelligence and your wit, the more I got to know you.

  “I should have known in the beginning that you were mine. I remember finding that I recognised your fragrance, and found it captivating to my senses. Yet, you insisted that you wore no perfume. That was my immortal side recognising you. But, I also knew that not every woman responds well to my sexual demands and tastes.

  “I own a private club in Moscow, where people who share my tastes can go. But, even though I had not even kissed you on the lips before I left, I could not visit my club, it felt like I was betraying you. I could only think of you, and how you looked when you smiled, the sexy flare of your hips in those tight jeans of yours, and the blue-green colour of your eyes, that had become so deeply ingrained in my memory. I had become obsessed.

  “So many times I wanted to fly back to Yorkshire. Whenever I spoke to you on the phone or received a text from you, it made my day. I lived for any updates from you about how your day had gone, and to hear that husky sleepy tone you have when you are tired, did more for me than I would like to admit. I don’t think I masturbated as much as I did after meeting you, since I was a teenager.

  “When I came back to Yorkshire, I was so desperate to see you, and I knew I would have you that night. But you said we were just friends. It made me unhappy to hear you say that. I knew then that I wanted a relationship with you. I didn’t know it was love I felt at that time, because truly, I always thought that love was pure and sweet and inspired happiness, so surely what I was feeling couldn’t be love.

  “At that point, I just wanted to possess you and show you that you were mine. But then I kissed you, and something hit me deep inside. All the happiness I’d felt during our many conversations seemed to flow over me. I didn’t just want to do a usual fuck session like I would normally do. I wanted to make love to you and show with actions how much you meant to me. I will never forget how I felt the first time we made love. It was perfection.”

  “It was,” Chloe agreed as she linked her fingers through mine. “But then again, every time you have been inside me has been perfect.�
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  I agreed with her and placed a kiss on the top of her head. I had to tell her about the fact that I nearly bonded with her without her knowledge, but I was dreading the outcome of that conversation.

  “Chloe, I have a confession to make. When I gave you my blood and took you up against the wall in my hallway, I also took your blood at the same time. If you hadn’t let go of my wrist and just kept on drinking from me, we would have bonded. I knew this, but at the time, I couldn’t seem to stop it.

  “I felt so guilty, but I was worried about your reaction if I told you. I have never lost control like that before, in any part of my life. But I wasn’t in control of that situation. I spoke to Freya about it, and she seemed to think it was because my vampire side, which I suppose can often seem animal-like in its need, recognised you as his, and just acted instinctively.”

  “You spoke to Alex’s sister about it, about us having sex?”

  “I didn’t go into detail Chloe. Freya is my best friend. Alex, Freya and I have been friends for centuries. But Freya has always been special to me. I am so glad she has found love and bonded by blood with Dan. He is a good man, and so obviously adores her.”

  “The fact that you were out of control scares me a little, Gregor. But you didn’t force me to keep drinking from you when I finally let go. You accept what you did was wrong, and you do feel guilty about it. You still want to bond, but you are asking me now. Just like you did in the cellar, although denying me a much-needed orgasm helped you achieve the desired response in there.”

  “So, are saying that you forgive me, Chloe?”

  “Yes.”

  “Thank you,” I whispered. With that one word my anxiousness lifted and almost all was right with my world. But until I found out who had once hurt the woman in my arms, I could never fully rest.

  “Chloe, will you tell me who hurt you, and how? I need to understand what provoked that reaction from you.”

  “No Gregor, I’m sorry, I can’t. Not tonight. Our relationship is new, and I want you to see me as the woman I am now, not the helpless victim I was.”

  “I see you as the woman I love, and that won’t change no matter what you tell me. But I need to know what happened, so I can prevent a situation like what happened earlier occurring again. Please, Chloe, let me protect you.”

  “Not tonight Gregor. I promise I will tell you soon, but let me do it in my own time. Please.”

  Her voice cracked a little on the end of that sentence, and I didn’t want to see her cry again, so I turned her around to straddle me and kissed her tenderly, before just holding her for a few minutes.

  “Thank you, Gregor. It means so much that you are giving me time to open up to you. I love you, and it would make me happy to call you mine. I do think we shouldn’t rush into bonding, but it’s something I will consider in the future; if you still want me, that is.”

  “I will always want you, my little flower girl; that will never change for me. Meeting you has given me a reason to wake up every day, to smile, to look forward to a happy future, and to love. You are the reason I exist now, Chloe. It has taken me over five-hundred years to find my reason, and to be a part of a bonded pair with you is everything I could ever want.”

  We held each other again, until the water started to go cold. After washing, we got out of the bath and dried each other off. To me, these simple acts seemed more intimate than sex.

  The hour was late, so we retired to bed.

  Soft sweet kisses turned to gentle love making, and even without the bond, I felt more connected to this woman than I ever thought possible. This was the purity in love I had been looking for, and I knew that I would do whatever it took to make this woman happy.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Gregor

  Chloe had left at seven-thirty this morning to open up her shop. We were both reluctant to leave each other's arms. I couldn’t wait until the day she decided to make my house her home, and I hoped this would happen very soon.

  The only thing that was marring my happiness was the constant need to find out which person in her past had hurt my little flower girl, and how they had done so.

  Not five minutes after Chloe had left, I sat at my desk debating what to do. I wanted to see her open up to me in her own time about this traumatic occurrence.

  But with how much inner turmoil this not knowing was creating inside my normally controlled demeanor, I knew I could not go about my daily life without having my questions answered. I found myself going to my blood store and taking out two bags of blood.

  The feeding calmed me slightly, and I was able to think clearly enough to compile a list of details I knew about my flower girl. As soon as this was done, I emailed the list to Viktor, my friend and long term business associate back in St Petersburg.

  I must admit my finger did hover over the send button for a moment before I sent it. However, I reasoned that by doing it this way I could be a more effective support for Chloe when she did open up to me.

  Her reactions yesterday told me she would find the whole process emotionally draining, and would need me to stay calm and offer as much support as I could. Unfortunately, for a vampire, staying calm and focused when a loved one is hurting, was not an easy task.

  I called one of the secure numbers that Viktor had provided me with before I left Russia, and he answered, as always, on the second ring.

  “Good morning Gregor, how are you my friend, and how is Alex’s son? I may come over to see him next week. Tell me, are there still as many sheep in that village?”

  “I am good Viktor, as I hope are you. My Godson is perfect; you really must come and see him, no matter how many farm animals there are in Yorkshire.”

  After a night out drinking some ridiculous concoction with Nik and Sergei, somehow Viktor ended up waking in a field surrounded by sheep. He now detests them with a passion and uses this as an excuse not to visit the village. But I know the real reason is that Viktor hates to travel, and finds himself more at home behind a computer screen than in the company of others.

  He is great friends with Alex, Nik, and Josh, however, so does visit on occasion. But, as Viktor is a master hacker and often works for high ranking government agencies, he likes to keep the whereabouts of any friends and family under wraps, so that no one can use them as a bargaining tool to force him to work for them.

  “So Gregor, I am a busy man. For what reason have you contacted me today?”

  “I have sent an email to your secure address with details of someone I would like information on. It is important that I know about her past relationships or anyone that has caused her any harm.”

  “Ahh, so this Chloe Davies in your email is the flower girl you have talked about in every conversation before you left for England?”

  “Yes, that is her. I found out yesterday that there is something from her past that causes her fear and much sadness. I need to know what that is.”

  “You could always ask her, Gregor. Or does she not want you to know?”

  “She says she will tell me, but in her own time.”

  “So am I right in thinking that your vampire side is as disapproving of this as your human side, and you find yourself fighting to keep the control you are so famous for?”

  “Viktor my friend, around this woman, control is something I have to work harder than ever to achieve.”

  “If I do this for you, then you must never let her find out, Gregor. She will not appreciate you ignoring her request to give her time.”

  “She will not find out. Call me as soon as you have something.”

  “Do svidaniya, Gregor.”

  “Do svidaniya.”

  Keeley arrived just after I had ended my phone call with Viktor and was headed to the kitchen to make a pot of tea. My housekeeper had arrived moments before, and she set about her daily chores, after I gave her yet another demonstration of how to work her smartphone.

  Keeley said that Yuri and Sergei were taking her daughter out for the day. They had promised
her a special treat, and although Daisy had been excited to go with her honorary uncles, Keeley was a little worried about what this special treat was. She had no doubt in her mind that her daughter would love whatever new way that Sergei and Yuri had come up with to spoil her, but she was worried just what that would entail.

  We worked through the notes that Keeley made during the meeting at the community hall last night, and made a rough draft of the proposals we wanted to put together for the local businesses that had expressed an interest in the concessionary stands we offered.

  I left Keeley to make copies to send to everyone at Night Movers so that they could agree to everything in principle, and I went down to my cellar to clean the furniture I used last night.

  Although I had Mrs. Timmins, the housekeeper, I considered this part of my life here very personal, especially since I had shared this experience with Chloe. Also, I wasn’t sure whether the contents in this room would disturb the normally laid back Mrs. Timmins, and I wanted to keep her as a housekeeper. Although, who knew what she got up to with her husband, my gardener, on those chilly Yorkshire nights. For all I knew, the contents of this room may be a little on the mild side for them.

  I could still smell the scent of sex and my delightful little flower girl here, and it took all I had not to go to her and demand she give me her body again. But I didn’t want to overwhelm her, so I ignored the throbbing hardness inside my trousers and made sure the equipment was cleaned and put in order, before leaving and locking the cellar door behind me.

  Keeley gathered her paperwork together and took Mrs. Timmins shopping for fresh food supplies. Her husband had been working on cultivating an area behind the old derelict hothouse, and hopefully, next year the old Rothley Manor estate would once again produce its own fresh vegetables.

 

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