Call Her Mine

by Lydia Michaels

“Well, try, Christian.” She put down the last plate and began setting out the silverware.

  “How long until dinner is ready?” he asked anxiously.

  She frowned and turned to face him. “What’s going on? Are you not having fun?”

  “Are you?”

  “Yes.”

  He looked down.

  She stepped close and whispered, “Hey, do you want to leave?”

  Shaking his head he said, “No, not if you are enjoying yourself.”

  Something inside of her tightened. This was for her. Christian truly did not enjoy being around others. It never occurred to her how shy he truly was. She thought about him living on the far end of the farm, completely secluded from the others.

  What had he done before she arrived? Sat in the house all alone day after day when he wasn’t working the fields? She was sad for him. He may have been almost three hundred years old, but he had no friends. How had he made it this long?

  “I’ll tell you what,” she leaned close and whispered. His hands automatically wrapped around her hips and squeezed her tight. They’d been showing more affection of late and a slutty part of her primed every time he touched her. It didn’t matter how wrong their situation was. Something inside of her craved his touch.

  She batted her eyes and whispered, “For every minute we’re here, I will make it up with two minutes spent alone, just the two of us, in some very yummy ways.”

  “How yummy?” he asked, tightening his grip.

  “Very.”

  He took a slow breath and his nostrils flared. “You take as much time with your friends as you need.”

  She laughed and kissed him on the cheek.

  * * * *

  Delilah loved the Hartzlers. Dinner was a fantastic experience. The food was nothing like she expected of Amish cuisine, probably because it had been a Portuguese meal.

  She mainly stuck with the breads and some rice, but the main dishes smelled delicious. Everyone conversed throughout the dinner and laughed. Delilah could not remember a time she enjoyed herself more.

  She was getting a feel for each person. It was so easy to forget they were Amish, especially the girls. Cain laughed often and easily and anything other than sarcasm rarely came out of his mouth. He adored Destiny and it made Delilah ache for something a fraction of what they shared.

  Adam was Cain’s twin, although they were completely different. Adam was more serious and mannerly, but very nice all the same. It was clear how much he adored Annalise in every look and touch he gave her. Their children were beautiful. Little Cain was very much like his uncle, always going, and never without that glint of mischief in his eye. Lucy was still young, but not one to be outdone by her brother.

  Gracie was sweet, except when she was around Dane. Delilah didn’t know what the story was between the two, but she suspected it was far from over. The two should really just fuck and get over the tension already.

  Then there was Christian. Christian was quiet. He smiled and listened, but never really added to the conversation. Tonight Delilah noticed a side of him she never would’ve guessed. Christian was insecure around others. It wasn’t that he was uncertain. She’d never met a more determined man when it came to knowing what he wanted. However, in the presence of others Christian always remained a bit at odds with the group. It wasn’t something the others were likely to pick up on, but, growing used to him, Delilah definitely noticed his discomfort.

  “I’ll go put on some coffee,” Destiny said as she slid her chair from the table.

  “I’ll help,” Cain called as he followed her into the kitchen.

  Everyone continued to chat and enjoy dessert. Looking back at the kitchen, Delilah watched Destiny place a percolator on the stove. Cain came up behind her and she giggled. No one else could see into the kitchen, but Delilah’s seat was placed at the perfect angle.

  They were clearly sharing a personal moment and she should probably allow them their privacy. Looking back at the others she found them all distracted. Her gaze returned to the kitchen.

  Cain hoisted Destiny onto the counter and fit himself between her knees. The girl’s arms wreathed around his neck as he kissed her. There was so much love and affection in the gesture, Delilah’s heart filled with longing.

  She turned back to the others and stilled when she found Christian watching her, a slight smile on his lips. Blood rushed to her cheeks. Caught.

  Guiltily, she glanced back at the kitchen door. Destiny’s skirt was hiked up, exposing her calves. Cain’s hands had found their way between her thighs. His forehead pressed to hers and he smiled into her eyes as he whispered words meant just for her over her lips. She smiled sweetly at him.

  What do you see, pintura?

  Delilah flinched at the voice in her head. She turned to Christian and he smiled. How the fuck did he do that?

  The sound of Christian tsking filled her mind. What did I tell you about your language, pintura? Now, show me what you see that has your body reacting so.

  He was in her head. But she could hear him! He’d never done that before. How are you doing that?

  I told you I have many gifts. Now show me.

  Delilah turned back to the kitchen. Destiny’s head dipped back, black curls spilling almost to the counter, as Cain’s mouth trailed up her throat. His elbow moved as his hand slowly worked under the bulk of her skirts. Destiny’s mouth opened as she arched into him.

  Do you like watching them?

  Delilah didn’t know if she should be ashamed or what. He didn’t seem upset. He sounded…aroused. She looked at him from across the table. The rest of the guests continued to talk, completely oblivious to what was happening in the kitchen.

  They’re beautiful.

  They are in love. Show me what is happening now.

  Delilah turned back to the kitchen. Cain’s hand sifted through Destiny’s hair and held her in place. Suddenly, his mouth opened wide. Delilah caught a flash of white sharp teeth and then he bit his mate’s neck. Destiny trembled and quivered in his arms, her face a picture of absolute ecstasy. He continued to touch her and the girl moaned in pure pleasure.

  Delilah’s spine stiffened. She had been so distracted with all the Amish stuff, she had almost forgotten she was sitting in a house full of vampyres—that she was a vampyre. Was this what they did? Bit each other? Destiny sure seemed to be enjoying it.

  Feeding from your mate is one of the most erotic experiences there is.

  She looked at Christian. He stared at her intently and her body came alive. She was breathing hard and had the urge to rip off her clothes and attack him right then and there.

  Chill, girl. You’re at a dinner party with a bunch of Amish vampyres.

  Her skin was on fire and her pulse was pounding in her ears. She stared back at Christian and felt his need mirroring her own.

  “Coffee’s done,” Destiny said, coming out of the kitchen, a bright smile on her face. Delilah jumped. She couldn’t be around all these people at the moment. They were all a bunch of bloody mind readers. One look in her head and they’d think she was nuts.

  “Would you like a cup?” Destiny asked her.

  Say goodbye, pintura.

  “We really have to be going. Dinner was lovely though. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Maybe next time you guys can come to our place.”

  Delilah stood on shaky legs. Destiny frowned, but remained polite. “Sure. Just let us know when.”

  They made quick goodbyes. Christian held onto her hand and she could feel him pulling her closer to the door with each passing second. The minute they were out the door, under the moonlit shadows of the night, he was hauling her toward his home.

  She wished she could do that neat mind reading trick to see what he was thinking, although she sort of had a good guess. Her feet stumbled and he caught her before she tripped to the ground. She laughed. He was a hot mess.

  He growled and pulled her toward a tall wooden barn nearby.

  “Where are we going? Home’s
that way.”

  They whipped around the corner of the barn and suddenly she was being hauled up against the wood, his greedy mouth on hers. She sighed and relaxed into him. He growled and bunched up her skirts.

  “It was very naughty of you to watch Destiny and Cain like that, pintura,” he said against her throat. “Did you like what you saw?”

  His thigh separated hers and the sound of her panties tearing filled the air. “Did you? You were watching them too—through my head. I really would like to know how you do that.”

  “I’ll teach you later. Right now I need to have you.”

  His fingers probed her folds and then just as quickly they were replaced with something larger. She arched and his cock slid deep. She sighed. “Someone will see us, Christian.”

  “No one will interrupt. I need you.”

  He thrust into her and growled. He was a man possessed and she loved it. Gripping his shoulders, she locked her legs around his hips as he plunged into her. His movements were hard and needy.

  With each deep press of his cock his breath beat across her neck. Never before had she suffered such desperation to have someone inside of her the way she did with Christian.

  The rough wood of the barn abraded her shoulders, but she loved it. Harder and harder he thrust into her. She knew she wouldn’t come—everything was going too fast—but she wanted him just like this, greedy and possessed by desire for her and her alone. It was a potent cocktail to swallow, being so wanted. She couldn’t recall any other man ever being so driven to have her.

  Possessed, his pelvis crashed against hers. Hot breath mingled between them. He was lost to his own needs as he drilled into her. It was fast and hard and completely fucking awesome. With one final pump he growled and then warmth bathed her channel. They were both panting.

  He withdrew from her and she slowly slid down the wall. His head pressed into her shoulder and then he faced her, seeming to come back to his senses. “Did I hurt you?”

  “God, no. That was great. We should really eat there more often.”

  His lip twitched and the tiniest bubble of a laugh slipped past his lips. It was the first time she heard him laugh. She smiled and whispered, “You’re very cute when you smile. You should do it more often.”

  * * * *

  Delilah’s nose filled with the sweet scent of berries. Cool, sugary juice coated her lips. She opened her eyes and sighed. Christian leaned over her, a plump red strawberry suspended in his fingers.

  “I’ve brought you breakfast, pintura.”

  He’d brought her breakfast? In bed? Well, didn’t that just fill her with hearts and rainbows? If she squinted past his shoulder she might even see fat little cherub shooting an arrow into Christian’s sexy ass. She blushed stupidly. No one ever made her breakfast in bed.

  “I have fresh picked berries from the farm, blueberry muffins, and some cider. I know you are hungry.”

  She was starving. “Thank you.”

  “I figured it was the least I could do. It was very polite of you to pretend to eat the pork last night at the Hartzler’s.”

  Her cheeks heated again. She didn’t think anyone noticed, but of course Christian did. Aside from the rice and pie, there really wasn’t anything on the menu that hadn’t included some sort of meat.

  Christian held the strawberry to her mouth again and she bit the end. Tart flavors burst over her tongue. “Mmm, so good.”

  “Is it now?” He leaned in and licked over the seam of her lips. She giggled. Somebody wasn’t grumpy today.

  He tossed the berry to the tray on the nightstand and kissed her again, this time with purpose. His lips tasted like strawberries.

  “You got a banana down there too?” she joked.

  “No, I am afraid that is all me.”

  The covers were pulled aside. His palms plumped her breasts and he pulled one taut nipple into his mouth. Glancing down at him, his eyes locked with hers as his tongue slowly flicked the hoop of her piercing.

  “Christian Schrock, you are a dirty, dirty boy.”

  He grinned—oh that devastating smile of his—and pulled her nipple into his mouth. She arched into him and his palm coasted under her back, lifting her slightly off the bed. Sex in the morning was always a little different than sex at any other time of the day. Things were still tender and coming awake. Delilah could think of no better way to be woken than what Christian was doing at that very moment.

  His fingers slid between her thighs and he parted her. He flicked her piercing there as well and she shivered. Finding her clit, he rolled her bud in gentle circles, bringing her closer and closer to an intense release. It built quickly and washed over her from her toes tingling all the way to her scalp.

  As she came back to herself she blinked and found him resting on one elbow, watching her. “You are so beautiful when you are lost to pleasure, Delilah, so free.”

  She didn’t have anything sweet to say in return so she playfully punched his chin. “Aw, thanks, kid. Anytime you wanna see me like that, just give me the word. A girl can never have too many orgasms.”

  “Is that so?”

  She dramatically looked up. “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in the Better Book.”

  “I shall have to read this book. But for now…”

  He reached for another berry and dragged it down the valley of her breasts. His tongue licked up the pale pink trail. It never crossed her mind that Mr. Doom and Gloom might have a romantic side. Lower and lower the berry went, until the cool fruit painted over her sex. Christian’s mouth was like the lick of a flame following the chilled juice of the strawberry.

  He licked and kissed and sipped from her sex, that damn berry making it all the more erotic. Another new thing…fruitilingus! Vampyres do that.

  When her second orgasm came upon her it was twice as intense as the first. Christian tortured her with his mouth, relentlessly making her take more and more pleasure until she feared she might pass out. When she finally regained her senses, she attacked.

  A bark of laughter left Christian’s smiling mouth as she tackled him to his back. He was so beautiful when he was happy. She didn’t want it to end, but feared at some point the other shoe would drop and they’d be at each other’s throats once more.

  Reaching for the tray of food she snatched up the glass of fresh squeezed orange juice and took a sip. “Mmm, sticky.”

  He watched her carefully. Tipping her shoulder innocently and batting her eyes, she tipped the glass on end sending a narrow yellow waterfall of juice over his tight stomach. He hissed and those rigid muscles covering his front bunched and flexed.

  “Uh-oh. I seem to have spilled my juice. I better clean it up,” Delilah said in a sugary voice. She ran her finger through the small puddle forming rivulets over his navel and six-pack—two, for, six, eight—correction, eight pack.

  Jacob Black step aside. I’ve moved on to team Amish.

  Dragging her fingers over the fresh squeezed citrus she cupped his length with her sticky hands. “Oh, no. I’m making quite a mess. However will I clean it up?”

  His eyes were wild as he watched her. He seemed suspended somewhere on a breath of hope and excitement. As much as he’d tortured her minutes ago, she couldn’t drag out his punishment much more. Leisurely, she lowered her body and took him into her mouth. He nearly shot of the bed.

  “Delilah!”

  She smiled around his cock and bobbed up and down over him, taking him deeper with each try. He tasted like sweet, sticky, oranges and she licked up every last drop. His flesh pulsed over her tongue and his fingers wrapped into her hair. A sense of power filled her. She could make him wild using only her mouth.

  She sensed him getting closer and doubled her efforts, but found herself being yanked off of him and tossed onto her back. Christian towered over her and grabbed her ankles, pulling her ass to the very edge of the bed.

  “You have a wicked mouth, pintura.”

  “You already knew that.”

  He lined his
cock up with her sex, holding her tightly by her hips, suspending her bottom in the air, and slammed home. “Fuck!” she yelled.

  “Language!”

  “Fuck my language! You just worry about fucking me!”

  He drilled into her, pulling her into him with each thrust. The bedposts beat against the walls and with each echoing thump came a cry of ecstasy. There was something so raw about the way he fucked her, so animalistic. That’s when it struck her. She was immortal. He couldn’t hurt her.

  He came at her with such speed she wondered if it had been like this the first time and if she simply hadn’t noticed. No, no way to miss that. When they came, they came together in a rush. He collapsed over her and Delilah weakly draped an arm over his shoulder. They breathed together and her heart raced.

  “Is it…like that…with all vampyre men?” she panted.

  “No. Other males have surprisingly small anatomy and stamina similar that of a fruit fly’s life span.”

  She stilled. “Christian, did you just make a joke?”

  “I’m afraid I am being completely serious. You are very lucky you were called to me as your mate.”

  She laughed. Finally, he was getting sarcasm!

  Chapter Eight

  The next few days were amazing. Delilah could honestly say she could not recall a time she was so happy, which in turn, scared the ever-living shit out of her, because it made the thought of leaving abhorrent.

  Christian was nothing like the man she’d arrived on the farm with. He was sweet and funny and generous and more observant than any other man she had ever known. They took turns doing kind things for each other.

  Sometimes Delilah cooked and sometimes Christian did. Whenever he made something with meat in it, he always made an attempt to make something special for her that adhered to her diet. They had sex like rabbits and she had never been so satisfied on so many levels.

  The only thing on her nerves was her finicky stomach. Last night when Christian made a small roast for himself of something that was once cute and fuzzy, and a filling salad for her, she almost attacked him and ripped the leg of whatever creature he was eating right out of his mouth. She could smell the blood and juices plumping the meat and it had been incredibly difficult not to drool all over her Amish apron.