Adina Falling (Threads of Fate)

by Melissa Brodsky

  Now that I was aware of the fact that my ex could pop up unannounced at any given time, I made a mental note to be more observant. Anything less could potentially cost me my life.

  At the top of the staircase, we were met with an ornately engraved door. In front stood a man with glowing yellow eyes, he was a werewolf; I could smell canine through his cologne.

  “Mr. Locke, welcome home.” He turned the doorknob and stepped aside, allowing us to pass. A low growl escaped his throat as he sniffed our human guests.

  “Stand down, Eli.” Caleb ordered, shooting the doorman a grave look, “These are my guests for the evening, please don’t allow anyone in.”

  “As you wish, Master.” He closed the door behind us as we followed Caleb through a sumptuously decorated foyer.

  “You live here?” I asked, impressed.

  “I own this building, along with some other real estate. The owner of The Blue Club rents space from me.” He showed us into a lovely living room, a leather couch wrapped its way around the wall that was flanked by a huge coffee table and a pair of decorative chairs. The entire room screamed money. “Please, won’t you have a seat?”

  Taking a spot near the end of the couch, I crossed my legs casually and draped my arm on the smooth arm rest. “Very nice.” I purred approvingly.

  Caleb’s place was tastefully decorated. It was masculine without being overbearing. A woman could still feel comfortable without having the urge to redecorate.

  Sandy and Phil took a seat close to me with Phil being nearer. He looked at his wife who nodded as he placed his hand on my knee. They were so painfully new at this, it was blaringly obvious. We’d have to break them in slowly.

  Turning to face the couple, “Have you ever been with vampires before?” I asked point blank.

  They shook their heads, confirming my suspicions. Gazing at Caleb, I watched him fixing four drinks. “Caleb,” I grinned over at him, “We have virgins here.”

  He strolled over to us, drinks balancing in his large hands, “We’ll be gentle.”

  After he passed the drinks and we were all sipping happily, he took a seat next to Sandy. I couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy; I almost wanted Caleb to myself. Hunger, however, needed to be satiated. Although, Vamp Tramp virgins weren’t exactly my favorite, it was typically awkward.

  Chatting a bit to break the ice, we made small talk. Phil was a stockbroker and Sandy was in medical school and they had only been married for a couple months. They were hardly the trashy type, which made taking their virginity a little more appealing. Both were highly educated and classy, I wouldn’t be lowering my standards very much. I wasn’t sure how high my standards were anyways.

  “Can I ask you something personal?” I was a curious person, it was it my nature. It had to do with the whole writing thing.

  “Sure, of course.” Phil responded; his hand went back to my knee. His thumb rubbed up and down on my kneecap until it became grating. I put my hand down on top of his so that he would be forced to keep still.

  “What made you decide to hang out with vampires?” I sincerely wanted to know.

  “Your kind fascinate us, especially Sandy. We have friends that are, what you call Vamp Tramps and they can’t get enough of it. So, we thought we’d give it a try, see what it’s like.”

  “Fair enough.” I finished off my drink.

  Caleb had been quiet; he seemed to be taking everything in. I wondered what he was thinking but I didn’t want to ask. Not yet. I had a feeling there would be plenty of time to get to know him better.

  “Another drink for you, Adina?” He grabbed my glass to refill it without waiting for my answer, which would have been a resounding ‘yes’ anyway.

  He handed me back the cool crystal of liquid and returned to the couch, this time even closer to Sandy. I watched him in fascination as he murmured in her ear causing her to blush. He made his way from her ear down her neck while his hands reached over to remove her shirt, exposing tiny yet perky porcelain breasts.

  Her arousal was evident in the way her skin flushed. I glanced at Phil, gauging his reaction. He seemed just as turned on, simply by watching his wife. I sipped my drink in amusement. To me, there was something almost comical about this pair; their insecure awkwardness was endearing. I decided to make a mental check list so that I could use it as fodder for a future book. Perhaps I would dabble in paranormal erotica someday.

  I wasn’t feeling anything yet, except hunger. Desire for anything other than Phil’s blood was evading me. The bulge in his pant, however, proved he was getting in the groove. I was beginning to wonder if something was wrong with me, parties like this were one of my guilty pleasures. I usually enjoyed being with more than one person at a time. There was something about Caleb, however, that was preventing me from getting lost in this moment. I just wanted to be with him, my body ached for his touch.

  Since I was a visual person, maybe just watching Caleb and Sandy go at it would be enough stimulation to get things going for me. Like sport spectators, Phil and I viewed them. The only thing missing were binoculars. Our eyes traveling as though they were attached to Sandy and Caleb’s hands; they moved and explored bodies, unchartered territories waiting to be claimed.

  Caleb stood up and took off his own clothes, exposing washboard abs and fine pecs. His arms were chiseled and his ass, taut and firm within his boxer briefs. He looked as if he spent a lot of time in the gym, he was an Adonis. If I had a heartbeat, it would have started pounding.

  When he pulled down his briefs, we all gasped. His cock was perfection. I had been with quite a few men, all with very nice penises. Caleb’s was spectacular. I couldn’t help myself; I flew up off the couch, startling Phil. I had to move closer to Caleb, to feel the ridges and to touch the sensitive tip.

  Phil, following suit, got off the couch and took off his clothes. At this point, I was the only one still fully dressed but I was confident that wouldn’t be the case much longer. I had a not-so-little something to take care of first.

  Planting his face between his wife’s legs, Phil began pleasuring her orally while I stood staring at Caleb and his magnificent sex which was hardening more under my scrutiny.

  “It’s beautiful.” I said to him in awe.

  He grinned devilishly, “Do you want it?”

  “Oh, do I.” I stood facing him and I cupped my hands around his balls, squeezing them ever so gently. Then, I traveled up his shaft slowly; every ridge of his cock sending sparks through my hand down between my legs.

  Caleb closed his eyes in response, enjoying my desire. He turned me around to unzip my dress, pulled it off my shoulders and let it slide down around my ankles. Still in my shoes, I was just a little shorter than him. When I kicked them off, it put me closer to the object of my fixation.

  Turning my face up to him, “You’re taller than I thought.”

  “Well, you aren’t as tall as I had thought.” He kissed the tip of my nose, “From the moment I saw you walk into the club tonight, I wanted you.” His voice softened as he placed his hand over where my heart was.

  Giggling as I thought about his ‘good in bed’ comment, “You sure had a strange way of trying to impress me, Mr. Locke.”

  “I don’t think I’ll ever live that down, but I’ll try my hardest.” Rubbing his knuckles along my cheek, he bent down and kissed me until I was breathless. Figuratively, of course.

  “With those types of apologies, I’m sure that, in time, I will completely forgive you.” I responded, kissing him back.

  Suddenly, the Vamp virgins were no longer significant, they were for feeding. We were for each other.

  Our kiss gained momentum. It was more passionate than any I had ever known and sent me into a frenzied spiral, I was lost in this abyss that only Caleb could rescue me from. He wrapped his muscular arms around me, covering me in security and strength. Our bodies molding perfectly together, an embrace sealed so tight that even air couldn’t separate us. I hadn’t realized that this was what
I had yearned for until now, while I was encompassed in this instant. I clung onto him, not wanting anything to shatter this perfect moment.

  I nearly whimpered when he removed an arm from around my waist until I realized it was to free his hand. Tilting my chin up, he observed me as though he were trying to memorize every inch of my face. Was love at first sight possible, even for vampires? I had written so many stories of that immediate, unbreakable love that binds two souls forever.

  I believed that instant, passionate love was nothing more than a human invention, a flight of fancy, tales weaved out of the pathetic need to believe in fairy tales. The poor girl who is rescued by a handsome prince, whisking her away from her less than desirable life to live happily ever after in a castle made of gold and diamonds. The eyes that lock from across a crowded room, the lovers make their way toward each other as their surroundings disappear.

  Cliché scenarios that captured hearts, ruined marriages and created a large pile of money within the author’s bank accounts. Soul mates and love at first sights were but fantasies for unhappy housewives and teenagers that lived in different worlds within the confines of their minds. The “happily ever after” endings that romantics wrote poems about had always been nothing but fiction to me.

  Never, in a million years, had I believed in any sort of silly love at first sight notions. Until now. I thought I would crumble and die if he didn’t feel this too.

  I refused to let the thought of tomorrow night’s blind date collapse the feelings wandering over me. Oh, how I would have loved to cancel the date that I had been dreading. Curiosity over the man who summoned such raw panic over Michael kept me from running to my phone to text Xander immediately. It was as simple as that.

  “Let’s get rid of them,” He whispered into my ear, “So we can be alone.” I melted into him, relieved he felt it too.

  “Good idea.” I agreed. I was greedy; I didn’t want to share him with anyone. “We’ll give them a taste of what they want and send them on their way.” We kissed to seal our agreement.

  “First, more drinks.” He walked back over to the bar and grabbed a bottle of unopened, red wine. Once he removed the cork, he took a deep drink and handed the bottle to me. I downed half the bottle with Caleb looking on in amusement. Some of the wine had spilled down my chin; I could feel it leaving a trail. I raised my hand to wipe my mouth but Caleb swatted it away. Unexpectedly, his lips were on me, licking at the wine. “There you go, all cleaned up.”

  “Why thank you, kind sir. Your generosity is only exceeded by your exceptional looks.” I teased and was pleased when he responded with a grin.

  “Shall we?” He nudged his head in the direction of the nearly forgotten guests.

  I shrugged and wrinkled my nose, “I guess. Would it be rude to just have a snack and kick them out? Maybe invite them to come back another time?” I was assuming there would be another time for us. I hoped.

  “Well, I don’t see why not.” We each took another drink, finishing off the bottle, “Care to join me for dinner?”

  “I would love to.” I was starving by now, I hadn’t fed in hours.

  Together, we went and stood over the couple who was now fucking doggy-style on the thick carpet. Phil’s hands were fondling his wife’s small breasts like he was playing with Play-doh. Her back was arched as she met each of his thrusts with one of her own. She was making a lot of noise, begging her husband to fuck her hard. And he was obliging her by slamming himself into her. It all looked rather boring and very unsatisfying but maybe love was the biggest turn on of all?

  I shook my head in horror. Didn’t Phil know that it was nearly impossible for a woman to climax when getting banged from behind? Sighing, I made my way over to the couple. I removed one of Phil’s hands from Sandy’s tit and gently placed it in her velvet folds. With my hand still on his, I moved his fingers into position and began circling motions to stimulate her from the outside. All women should have orgasms during sex. Otherwise she’d be left wanting and craving more. And I was going to make sure that Sandy came and came hard.

  Still on my knees, I was unexpectedly and satisfyingly surprised to feel the massaging of my own clit. Caleb had snuck up beside me, his long, thick fingers playing me like a violin while his free arm wrapped around me and cupped my breasts. Instantly aroused, I leaned into him and rubbed against his pleasing hand. I knew I was so wet and ready, foreplay was almost unnecessary. I had to have Caleb in me; it was torture that he wasn’t.

  His mouth tickled my ear, “Turn around; I want to watch you come.”

  Lifting myself from his fingers, I turned to face him. I straddled him right where he was sitting. His firmness glided in easily, I was drenched with excitement and shaking in anticipation.

  Face to face, mouth to mouth, I rode him, rocking and bouncing on his stiff cock. I could feel each electrifying thrust, I wanted him deeper and harder, I couldn’t get close enough. We held firmly onto each other, nails clawing backs, fangs deep into necks.

  Way too quickly, I came. He followed closely behind; I could feel him pulsating within me. Crimson blood stained lips and mixed juices had created our own sexual cocktail. It was ambrosia of the Gods, being with Caleb.

  I burrowed my face into the crook of his neck, “And there were so many other things I wanted to do to you.” I sighed.

  “Oh Adina, we have a lifetime ahead of us. There is no reason to rush everything.” He reassured me, running his hands down my back.

  I quivered at his words that I had so longed to hear. We. He and I were a ‘we’. At that moment, there was nothing else that mattered. Blind dates, deadlines, nightmares, Michael and the two humans waiting for a taste of vampire vanished into irrelevance. There were no worries or fears I would ever have to face alone anymore. Because now, there was Caleb.

  We didn’t move from our embrace, we were frozen together in hopes of preserving this feeling forever. Phil was the first to interrupt our union, “Hey, sorry about this. It didn’t work out the way we had thought it would. I guess we really weren’t as curious as we imagined.”

  Caleb and I exchanged looks; I knew that we were sharing the same thought. There was no way these two were getting out of here without losing something first. With sex out of the way, the only thing they had left to offer us was their blood. Even if they weren’t going to offer, we were going to feed anyways. And, they wouldn’t remember a thing.

  Caleb’s eyes took on a yellow glow and his long fangs came out. He was out of me and attached to Sandy’s neck so quickly that no one had time to react.

  Phil looked into my eyes, terror rising. “I promise you, Phil, this won’t hurt a bit.” I waited a beat for his eyes to glaze over, showing that he was sufficiently glamoured before I fed from him.

  After our hunger had been satisfied, Phil and Sandy lay side by side, unconscious and glamoured. Caleb got them dressed and made a call. Seconds later, the werewolf bodyguard entered, along with another large, thin man. Without a word, they tossed the bodies over their shoulders and walked out.

  I was relieved to find out that Caleb didn’t kill his meals either. I could never be with someone who did.

  Finally, it was just Caleb and me. We were alone. Without speaking, we rushed into each other’s arms. It was getting late and I knew I had to get home. I just couldn’t picture moving away from him. Sadly, all good things must come to an end, at least temporarily.

  “I don’t want this night to end, Caleb.” I nuzzled his chest, breathing in his scent.

  “It doesn’t have to. Stay.” He begged, kissing the top of my head. “Now that I’ve found you, I don’t ever want to let you go. Stay with me, my sweet Adina.”

  “Oh Caleb, I can’t. Not tonight. As badly as I want to, I have to get home.” I didn’t think I could stomach telling him about the date I had to go on the next evening. And now that there was Caleb, there was no need for anyone else.

  “Stay until morning. Please.” He hugged me tighter, pressing me so close to him that we a
lmost became one.

  I wanted to cry, my need to be with him was too great to bear. My to-do list was too long, though. I knew staying wouldn’t be the logical thing for tonight, “I can’t. Please understand how much I want to, I just have some urgent things I need to take care of tomorrow.”

  “If that is your wish,” I could feel him nod, “I will drive you home.”

  “It is not my wish but I really have no choice right now. Thank you.” Tightly squeezing my eyes shut, I came clean; I didn’t want to start out something new harboring secrets, “I have to admit something to you.”

  Grabbing my shoulders, he pushed me away so eye contact could be made, “What is it, Adina? Are you married because I will go mad if that’s what you’re going to tell me.” He looked so upset that I leaned in and kissed him.

  “No, no silly. Nothing like that.” I exhaled, “It’s just, aside from work stuff…” I let my voice trail off; I didn’t want to ruin the potential of what had started here, “I have to go on this stupid blind date tomorrow night. I really don’t want to but it would be so rude to cancel on such short notice.” My words came out in a rush, stumbling into one another. I wasn’t sure if he had even been able to understand me.

  A deep, throaty laugh escaped him, “Oh Adina, that’s all it is? A blind-date? No, of course you shouldn’t be rude. You go. And you know what? Enjoy yourself. Because I will see you on Saturday.” He kissed the top of my head, “Get dressed, my love. I’m taking you home so you can rest up for your big night.” He teased as he walked over and grabbed his clothes from the couch.

  I pulled on my dress, turning my back to Caleb so he could zip it. The slightest touch of his hands made my sex moisten again. I’d have to wait almost 36 hours to feel him again.