“Stefan...” I moaned softly, my body writhing against the firm and erotic feel of his hands on my skin. I couldn't hold back as I began to clench around him, causing his speed to increase, his thrusts long and deep. The slickness of my flushed skin slid against the silky hardness of his body, the coolness of his flesh against my own was intoxicating.
“Ah, vackra. The way you feel makes me want to eat you alive.”
His sexy mental words sent waves of electricity throughout my body, causing all lucid thoughts to leave my mind. My hands moved backwards to roughly grab his thick, blond hair. His lips drifted down my arm and his fangs scraped against my sensitive skin.
“Don't stop, Stefan...” I released another wanton moan, my hips grinding against him with more force. My heart was thudding in my chest and my breath was coming in gasps.
“I will never stop fucking you.” Stefan's hips bucked to accent each word he thought to me.
His fingers moved faster over my clit. His hips began to frantically drive faster inside of my pussy and our voices blended together in a symphony of sensual moans. We continued to move in perfect harmony together, I answered each of his thrusts with a slight roll of my hips, pressing harder against the rigidness of his cock inside of me.
Waves of ecstasy started to course through my body, my inner walls constricting, rhythmically clamping around him as my powerful orgasm overtook me. I turned my neck to the side, exposing my throat to him.
“I want to feel you bite me when I come, Stefan.”
His tongue ran over my neck and then I felt the sting of his fangs sinking into my skin. A broken cry fell from my lips as I clenched around him, shuddering in bliss. Stefan's hips moved erratically against me as he emptied inside of me, his mouth sucking gently against my neck. I felt his fangs retract only to be replaced by his tongue, lazily licking over the slowly disappearing puncture marks.
Slowly rolling to face him, our lips met in a tender kiss. Our tongues tangled together softly, reflecting the closeness of the moment we had shared. My hands ran along the length of his lean, muscled back to palm his toned ass, my leg moving to rest over his hip. His large hands spread across the small of my back, pressing me tightly against his chest.
My mouth left his to nestle my forehead against the crook of his neck and I sighed into the coolness of his skin, savoring the sweetness of the moment.
The only sound in the room was our breathing, my steady heartbeat and the sound of the waves breaking in the distance. His fingers gently stroked the curve of my thigh against him, his touch tender and reverent.
“I spoke with my contact with the Council via e-mail last night. He will let me know what he discovers.” Stefan's voice was still husky as it broke the silence that had settled over the room.
“Stefan, he can be trusted, right?” I asked uneasily. The last thing I needed was a vampire with a big mouth to start asking questions that needed immediate answers. Questions that I didn't really want to answer.
“Of course. I have known him for 300 years, Josephine.”
“It just makes me nervous, Stefan. I trust you, I just don't trust him.”
Reluctantly pulling out of his embrace, I stretched lazily as I walked into the bathroom. I froze as my eyes went blank and my mind misted over as a vision flashed in my head. I could see myself having dinner with Anna and Georgia, then a brief glimpse of myself on a crowded dance floor with them both, my head thrown back in laughter. The vision went hazy, blackness creeping around the edges to cloud the rest of the vision.
Shaking my head, I ran my fingers through my tangled hair. It was apparent I was going to be seeing Anna and Georgia tonight. The blackness to vision meant Stefan or Lukas was involved. I just hoped that Georgia could manage to not anger the sexy beast in the other room for one night.
“By the way, Lukas is back. He planned an outing for all of us this evening. Something about drinks and dancing.” Stefan's mental voice floated into my thoughts, a slight hint of humor coloring his words.
“Yeah, yeah. Psychic human here, remember?” I grumbled, walking across the bathroom to turn on the water in the shower.
I suddenly had the urge to crawl back into bed with Stefan and pull the covers over our head, groaning as I thought about dealing with Anna and Georgia's curiosity and their never-ending questions. Add Lukas to the equation and it was the perfect storm of annoyance and frustration. I stomped my foot in anger before I could stop myself.
“Can't you make Lukas cancel the plans? You're kind of like his Dad, right?”
I could hear Stefan's loud laughter to my question from the other room. I was glad someone found this situation humorous.
Chapter 9
Letting out a deep sigh of frustration, I finished applying my makeup in the large mirror. I was still irritated that I had an evening planned out for me, even down to the small details of my clothing. I'd spoken to Anna earlier in the day about our dinner plans. The only thing that made this night bearable was knowing at some point in the evening Stefan and Lukas would meet up with us for drinks and dancing.
I rolled my eyes in the mirror as I thought of how excited Lukas was about going out as a group. He was as giddy as a school girl going on her first date, bouncing with enthusiasm as he picked through my closet, finding me the perfect outfit.
My thoughts drifted back to the events earlier in the day, my fingers absently running through the tousled waves of my hair.
A yoga mat was rolled out on the sunny patio and I was standing in the Extended Hand-to-Big-Toe pose, my breathing even and slow. Stefan's long body was stretched languidly in the lounge chair facing me and his sunglass covered eyes observed every movement of my body. We hadn't exchanged a word but the air was heavy with controlled lust. He never took his eyes off of me, his gaze heated as I moved from one pose to the next. More than once I'd seen him stroke himself through his shorts.
Lukas appeared on the patio beside of my mat. “So this is why Stefan can't stay away from you. I didn't think humans could be that flexible.”
“Lukas.” The solitary word coming from Stefan's lips resonated with quiet power. Lukas pursed his lips, impatiently putting his hands on his hips.
I glanced over to see Lukas and Stefan's eyes locked in a silent conversation. Lukas finally gave into him, rolling his eyes and sticking his tongue out at Stefan defiantly.
“Josie, are you finished doing your contortion routine? Will you come with me?” Lukas questioned, his voice going up an octave in his excitement. He was bouncing on the balls of his feet, his eyes gleaming. I knew I might as well get this over with instead of dragging it out.
“Go with him, vackra. Resistance is futile.”
My head snapped around to stare at Stefan, my eyebrows raising in surprise. “You're quoting Star Trek now?”
A quiet laugh shook his broad chest. He crossed his arms behind his head and reclined further in the chair, the muscles in his arms and chest rippling with the movement. A broad smirk broke across his chiseled face.
“There is much you do not know about me. I am a man of intrigue.”
Snorting, I lowered my leg to the ground. I bent over and rolled up the mat, placing it on a small table. I put my hands on my hips in mock annoyance and my mental voice was matter-of-fact when I sent him my thoughts.
“Technically you're not a 'man', Stefan. And I know enough about you to safely say you're full of smart-assed arrogance.”
Lukas was a blur of movement as he grabbed my arm, pulling me along with him as he led me quickly into the house. I was struggling to keep up with his speed and long strides as he dragged me along behind him.
He pushed me into Stefan's bedroom, his hands proudly gesturing to a pile of bags on the bed. An immense smile was spreading across his handsome, aristocratic face.
“You wanted to show me bags? Lukas...” I said, a frown darkening my face as I gave him a look of contempt. I wasn't in the mood to play games with him.
Lukas dramatically rolled his eyes at
me and let out a deep sigh. “Not the bags, Josie. Let me show what's inside of the bags.”
Watching with wide eyes, my mouth dropped as Lucas began pulling clothes of varying color and style out of the bags. I lost track of the number of dresses, blouses and jeans he tossed on the bed, gasping as I watched him start to stack shoe boxes on the floor. My eyes took note that all of the tags and boxes were from expensive designers and stores.
“Lukas, what the hell is all of this?” I swept my hand, gesturing to the piles of clothing stacked on the bed. He was digging through yet another bag, stopping to glance up at me with a look of exasperation on his refined face.
“I was so excited yesterday that I went shopping with Anna. You need dressier clothing, Josie. You can't live in tank tops and yoga pants,” Lukas said pointedly, his eyes critically sweeping over my outfit.
Stunned by his bluntness, I walked with trepidation to the edge of the bed, eying the clothes with confusion. My fingers drifted over the piles of clothing and I felt the flush of anger spread across my face.
“Why do I need all of this, Lucas? I have plenty of clothes and the last thing I need is a personal shopper,” I muttered through clenched teeth.
Lucas sat down on the edge of the bed, crossing his legs and staring at me with his icy blue eyes. He wrapped his long fingers around his knee. He turned his head to the side, silently staring at me. A small smile touched his thin lips.
“You need this for many reasons, Josie. You've been living a half of a life and hiding from who you are for some reason. And you don't have to tell me why that is.” He put up his hand, sighing. His eyes became distant as if lost in a memory. “I can relate to you in many ways. I was considered an outcast when I was a human so I was forced to hide what I truly was. Being a homosexual man wasn't an acceptable thing to be when I was a human. Stefan saw past that and chose to be my friend. The two of you are obviously going to be together so I thought we should also be friends.”
I unclenched my jaw and sat down next to Lukas, patting him lightly on the leg with my hand. He looked at my hand for a moment, his eyes misty as he quickly glanced away to focus his attention on a shoe box.
“Lukas, you don't need to buy me anything to be my friend. I appreciate the thought, I do. It's really not necessary,” I said, trying to make my voice gentle and soothing. I couldn't stay angry at him. He was aggravating and impetuous at times but his intentions were genuine.
“Stefan is truly happy for the first time since I've known him, Josie. You have to understand how happy that I am that you're finally together. And sweetheart, I didn't buy you anything. You can thank Mr. Romance and his Black American Express card for your new wardrobe.” His cool hand covered mine for a moment. He stood up, walking across the room to open the doors to the expansive walk in closet. He began moving quickly from the bed to the closet, hanging dresses and blouses on hangers. Our little heart to heart chat was apparently over and I was left wondering why Stefan had decided to purchase me a new wardrobe.
He came to a sudden halt beside of me, his eyes sparkling as if he'd read my mind.. “Let it go, Josie. What's done is done. He loves you and he'd give you the moon if he could. Don't make a big deal over this. Now go get that hot body of yours in the shower and get ready. I'll get an outfit ready for you.”
Shaking myself slightly, I pulled myself out of my memory. Walking into the bedroom, I admired the emerald green dress draped across the bed. Picking it up carefully, I moved to stand in front of the full-length mirror. I carefully pulled the chiffon fabric over my body, adjusting my breasts in the ruched bodice of the strapless dress.
My fingers were reaching for the zipper when I heard Stefan approaching. I smiled when I saw his reflection in the mirror, stopping to lean against the door frame. I heard his sharp intake of breath as his eyes moved slowly over the length of my body.
“Can you zip me up?” I asked, grasping my hair in my hands and lightly lifting it away from the zipper.
He pressed off of the frame and slammed the door closed behind him, swaggering to stand behind me. His large hands pulled the zipper slowly up the fabric of the dress and his blue eyes locked on mine in the mirror, compelling and magnetic. His hands lingered on my shoulders, slowly running a finger up against the nape of my neck. I shivered from the feel of his hands on my skin, cool and sensual.
“It is a pity to see your body covered, even if you do look beautiful. Every man will want to take you home with him. I am the lucky one that has the pleasure of taking you...home.” His voice was low and smug. He stretched out on the bed, his dark jeans snug over his muscular thighs and his white dress shirt was open, leaving his sculpted chest exposed.
“It's a good thing I love an incredibly sexy vampire. And you know I don't want to go, Stefan. We could just stay here...you could just unzip this dress and we could just forget about going out....” I said, doing my best to sound sexy and persuasive as my eyes roamed over the length of his body on the bed behind me.
Stefan raised an eyebrow in amusement, flashing me fanged smile. “As much as I would enjoy getting you out of that incredibly sexy dress, we both agreed.”
“I know, I know,” I mumbled, putting my hands on my hips.
I was starting to hate it when he was right.
And as much as I didn't want to go, even I had to admit the dress was stunning. It stopped right above my knees and was snug in all of the right places. It had a thin, black silk belt that tied in the front of the dress around the waist. The deep green of the dress made my eyes almost luminous and my reddish-blond hair shine.
“I cannot wait to see what you have on underneath the dress, vackra. I am going to enjoy ripping it off of you later.”
I felt a rosy blush creep across my cheekbones at his mental words, my heart rate increasing as I visualized him ripping the dress from my body with his powerful hands.
"You need to stop with the sexy talk, Romeo."
I heard him chuckle as I sat down on the bench at the end of the bed. I slipped on strappy black sandals that crisscrossed around my ankles. The heel was higher than I was used to wearing, close to four inches high. Standing up, I smoothed the dress with one hand, taking a last look in the mirror.
“What do you think?” I questioned, my eyes searching his in the reflection of the mirror.
“Turn around, Josephine.” Stefan's voice was deep and commanding. I swiveled around to face him, biting my lower lip as I met his piercing stare. His blue eyes darkened instantly and his gaze slid slowly and seductively downward, lingering on my legs in the heels. He rose from the bed, walking to stand in front of me, our bodies so close I could feel his cool breath against my hair.
Looking up at him, I realized that with these heels on I was much taller than usual. I leaned in close to him, wrapping my fingers around his biceps. My lips brushed against his smooth neck and my tongue flicked out to lick the shell of his ear teasingly. His body shuddered slightly against my mouth, his head falling back slightly.
“It is obvious I want to fuck you, vackra. Why are you tempting me?”
“I'm still hoping I can change your mind,” I murmured against his throat. My fingers dropped to rub against the front of his jeans, feeling the hardness of his cock against my hand. I continued to kiss and lick his neck, my hand stroking him through the heavy denim.
Stefan lowered his head to my neck, lightly scraping his fangs against my skin. His lips pressed kisses up the length of my throat until our lips met. I felt his sharp fangs against my mouth and I deliberately let the point of one scrape against my tongue. Moaning softly, I pressed my bloody tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss.
His strong hands gripped my arms and he pushed me backwards towards the bed. His fingers roughly tugged on the zipper, letting the dress slide down to rest around my waist. I was pushing his shirt over his shoulders when the bedroom door burst open. Lukas was cursing loudly as he blurred to stand beside of us.
“Fucking hell! Josie, Anna and Georgia are do
wnstairs. You need to get your ass downstairs before Mr. Romance loses it! ” Lukas exclaimed, bending to pick up Stefan's shirt and tossing it to him. He pulled my dress up, pulling the zipper back into place, taking me by the wrist and leading me out of the bedroom like a child that had been caught with their hand in the cookie jar.
I uselessly tugged at the iron-like grip he had on my wrist. “Did anyone ever tell you that you're a cock blocker, Lukas?” I huffed as we walked down the stairs. Lukas chose to ignore me, muttering under his breath about needing a hose to separate us since we acted like we were in heat.
“It does no good to try to insult him, vackra. I love you.” His mental voice called after me, filled with affection and aggravation.
“I love you too. I'm trying to remember why we agreed we let Mr. Cock Blocker talk us into a fun night out.”
Lukas didn't release the grip he had on my wrist until we reached the living room. Georgia and Anna were waiting, both of their eyes wandering around the large room. Georgia noticed me first, letting out an excited squeal and almost ran to tackle me.
“So this is where you've been hiding, huh?” Georgia asked as she hugged me tightly, almost lifting me off my feet.
“I can't breathe, Georgia.”
She released me and took a step back, her gaze sweeping over me critically. A knowing smile crept over her face. “So, you two are back together again. I can't wait to hear how this happened.”
I was wondering if it was too late to make a run for it when Anna stepped in and saved me from Georgia's flood of questions.
“Can you save the interrogation for the car ride, Georgia? I'm hungry and you know what happens when I'm hungry. My bitch level rises dramatically,” Anna said, grabbing Georgia's elbow to lead her to the door. Trailing along behind them, I glanced back to see Stefan on the stairs above. A small smile pulled at his lips, softening his handsome face.
“Jag älskar dig, vackra. I will see you soon. Be safe.”
My lips curved into an unconscious smile at his mental words, my eyes prickling with tears. I sent him back my own message. “Please hurry. I don't know how long I can do this without you.”
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