He shrugged off his coat and threw it over a chair. Under it, he wore a plain black shirt and jeans. His limbs were long, his hips slender. He was sex on legs. April swallowed.
“Were you?” she asked, raising her gaze determinedly back to his. “A soldier?”
“No. In those days I wasn’t much of a fighter. In fact, I vaguely recall not approving of war at all. But hey-ho, time passes.”
Her questions bothered him. She could tell by his flippancy, his sudden restlessness. Then he realized she was watching him and came and threw himself onto the sofa beside her.
She said, “What were you then? What did you do?”
“I was a scientist. I tried to find ways to limit the effects of the enemy’s weapons. With what success, you can see all around you. Are you going to ask me questions all night?”
She smiled, curiosity in temporary abeyance as her pulse began to race once more. “Why, is there something else you’d like to do?”
“Yes, I want to take that dress off.”
His hands on her thighs shocked a gasp from her. He pushed his fingers up and under her dress, and lightly grasped her hips before sliding them higher on either side of her waist, up and over her breasts where they lingered, his thumbs flicking across the hard, excited nipples before she lifted her arms and let him remove the garment altogether. Beneath it, she was totally naked.
He didn’t speak, just gazed. Once, April had thought his eyes hard and cold, but they didn’t seem so now. They were fiery hot, blazing with lust. For a moment, April kept her arms raised, letting him look. Then, abruptly, he lowered his head and took one anxious nipple into his mouth.
April closed her eyes, drowning in sensation. His tongue gently flicked it, licked it, then his lips closed more strongly and he sucked while he caressed it with his tongue. April moaned in pleasure, dropping her arms around him, running her fingers through his black, surprisingly soft hair.
Tugging up his shirt, she managed to burrow inside it. He smiled around her nipple before leaving it and moving on to the other. With one hand, he shoved at the back of the sofa and it fell back to form a bed. April fell with it and he lay on top of her, between her spread legs. His upper body weight he supported on his elbows, but the lower was all pressing down on her pelvis, and she could only arch into him.
His hand swept down from her neck, over the entire length of her body, stroking the softness of her thigh and knee before gliding round and inward to the heat between her legs.
April had hold of his shirt, and when he suddenly moved down, it came right over his head. He smiled, reaching for her leg to adjust its position. Muscles rippled across his shoulders and back. April wanted to touch them, but she couldn’t reach, and in any case his nibbling at her inner thigh was distraction enough.
April held her breath. She wondered if he would, if it would enter his head to… oh yes! His lips had moved inward, teasing around the sensitive folds, parting them, spreading her open. April’s fists closed convulsively. She thought she would die if he didn’t…
His teeth, sharp and cool, grazed her clitoris, making her moan at the novel sensation. When his tongue flickered across it, she writhed in his hold. He tightened his grip on her hips, then in leisurely fashion, he licked her. April gasped, and gasped again.
“Max, Max, please!” she whispered shakily. Her trembling hands moved through his hair, stroking, pleading. Max slid his lips along the length of her sensitive petals, probed once at her entrance with his tongue, then slowly returned to the hard, swollen bud and unhurriedly took it into his mouth, and sucked.
April came in huge, galloping waves, bucking under his mouth, writhing upwards into him. She felt his fingers there too, sliding in and out of her, pushing her over the edge again and holding her there. Then, quite suddenly, he moved, withdrawing his mouth and his fingers and kneeling to reveal the full size and arousal of his angry cock. While April still lay helpless in the throes of her orgasm, he took hold of her behind the knees and, yanking her hips off the bed, he thrust his cock straight into her.
April cried out at the incredible sensation. She hadn’t believed her climax could possibly intensify but it did. He filled her, and the sight of him kneeling above her, the muscles of his broad shoulders rippling, his naked chest heaving, was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
Smiling as the world began to right itself, she said tenderly, “It’s all right, Max -- come. Come now. Fuck me and come.”
Something flickered in his clouded dark eyes, something that looked oddly like desperation, or fear. But before she could properly register that or question it, he pulled back, almost leaving her body before he thrust back in, hard. April moaned. Without speaking, he fucked her in a slow, hard rhythm that gave her excruciating pleasure. Sighing and mewling, she wrapped her legs around his hips, hugging. He grasped her buttocks and began to increase his speed, his eyes never leaving hers as he thrust in and out of her body, catching every spark of pleasure and uniting it with the rest until the swirling delight caught fire once more. His balls tightened. He finally let go with a huge roar and emptied his seed into her. His whole body shuddered, inside her and out.
It was so overwhelming, April wanted to weep. Still trembling, Max lowered himself into her arms, burying his face in her neck. She heard her own breath hiss with tension, but he didn’t bite. Instead, she thought with alarm that he was weeping, and caught at his shaking shoulders, pushing up his head.
His eyes blazed down into hers, but the vampire wasn’t crying, he was laughing.
“Oh it’s you, little wolf,” he whispered. “It’s you.” And took her mouth in his.
April had never known such massive sexual satisfaction. Still warm with after-tingles, until he kissed her she thought she couldn’t take any more. But his mouth, at first kissing with the passion of gratitude, quickly became deliberately arousing, his tongue teasing and dancing with hers, biting her lips.
Inside her, his cock didn’t seem to have softened at all. April growled deep in her throat and pushed at his shoulders. She was almost surprised when he lifted his weight and rolled off her. She followed immediately, climbing on top of him and lowering herself back on to his rigid shaft with an exquisitely long, slow slide.
“Again, vampire,” she demanded, “and this time, I won’t take no for an answer.”
He smiled, thrusting upward inside her, reaching so far that she gasped. “I didn’t say no,” he pointed out. “I only said later. This,” he added, reaching up to cup her breasts, to brush his palms against them and watch them harden into peaks once more, “is later. And this is the slow one.”
It was. As if what had gone before had got the fast and furious preliminaries out of the way, they took their time now, exploring and enjoying each other’s bodies to the full. Max teased her, bringing her to an impossibly desperate state of arousal before granting her release. Her only comeback was to treat him similarly, much to his evident enjoyment.
Only then did they fall asleep in each other’s arms. As she drifted off, April wondered what Will would say now about sleeping in the vampire’s presence. In the vampire’s bed, in the vampire’s embrace, with his softening cock still cozily inside her body.
* * *
Max awoke heavy and lethargic from satisfaction. If it resembled anything, it was that long distant awakening the morning after he’d lost his virginity.
Smiling to himself, he moved his body lazily, throwing out one arm to find her. But the bed was empty. Max opened his eyes. The room was empty too, but before he could panic that she’d left, he caught sight of the open door -- the door he rarely passed through now -- into the small room that held his books. They lined all four walls, from floor to ceiling.
Through the doorway, he could see her dressed only in one of his dark shirts which revealed the entire length of her strong, graceful legs. Her hips rested against the corner of the table while she read from one of the many tomes that made up his past life.
Something twist
ed inside him that he was unwilling to analyze. It was far preferable to concentrate on the growing heat of his body as he gazed at her legs, the awakening stir of his perky, predatory cock.
It was her. It was definitely her. In the weeks after he’d taken April from the lupi’s den and known his first full sexual release for decades, he’d explored the possibilities. He’d tried screwing a couple of the women he’d fed from. Like April, they’d been willing enough, pretty enough -- he’d even thought of April while he’d fucked them, and that together with the blood had brought him the little climax, as he now thought of it. But his seed, as it were, had not flowed. For some reason, it only flowed for April, his fierce, vulnerable little wolf…
Max felt like growling. Rising from the bed, he walked naked across the room to the doorway. As his shadow fell on her, she glanced up, alarm and quick desire chasing each other across her beautiful face.
“Oh! Max, I…” She broke off as he reached out and tugged once at the shirt she wore. The buttons tumbled to the floor and the shirt gaped open to reveal her pert, rosy breasts. Under his heated gaze, the nipples hardened into tempting peaks. Giving in, he bent his head and kissed one. Her breathing quickened. He felt her fingers in his hair.
Max placed his hands on her buttocks and lifted her properly onto the table. When he nudged his cock between her legs, she was already hot and wet for him. Triumphantly, he pushed into her, glorying in her deep moan of pleasure.
She gasped out, “I thought you vampires had no stamina.”
“I’ve been asleep,” he explained, and thrust again, just to hear her moan again. But she didn’t. She growled, wrapping her legs around him and writhing on his cock, driving him wild with her squeezing, teasing muscles. Things took their inevitable, blissful course from there. When she came, crying out her joy, her eyes closed with the intensity of her pleasure, it pushed him over the edge too. He thought he’d never get over the joy of emptying himself into her.
Opening her eyes, she said throatily, “Good morning to you too.”
Max withdrew his cock and lifted her gently to the floor. She reached her arms around his neck and kissed his lips once, then pressed her forehead to his.
“Oh, Max,” she said helplessly, “what the hell are we doing?”
He felt the involuntary upward tug of his lips. “I don’t know.”
She slid away, bending quickly as if to hide her feelings from him. She picked up the fallen book from the floor, staring a little blindly at its cover.
Then she said slowly, “Interesting stuff, Max.”
“You can read,” he observed.
“Many of us can in the suburbs. My father made sure of it. Just in case there was ever anything for us to read again. This is all about the Earth’s atmosphere, some hole in the ozone layer…”
“Before the war, it was the Earth’s biggest atmospheric problem.”
“Did you fix it?”
Max smiled slightly. “Not me, personally. With the right -- behavior -- it closed again. Unfortunately it was too late to do any good, since we’d already decided to destroy ourselves and the atmosphere rather more spectacularly.”
She looked at him straightly. “Can you fix that too?”
“Apparently not,” Max said drily, taking the book from her fingers and replacing it on the shelf. He heard her intake of breath.
“Will thinks it can be fixed. That there is a way to let the sun back in.”
“Will is an eternal optimist.”
“Is he right?”
Max paused, irritated. “How should I know?”
“You’re the scientist!”
“Was,” he corrected. “Now, I’m the vampire.”
“Are the two mutually exclusive?”
She was churning him up, dragging him out of his sexual fantasy into the real world. Into a world he had opted out of long ago in any meaningful sense. Survival per se was a poor meaning, no meaning at all…
Abruptly, he turned away. She said, “Will you talk to Will? See if his ideas are possible? Help us?”
Max paused in the doorway. The pain was so intense he couldn’t speak. Or at least he thought he couldn’t. But before he meant to, he’d said, “Is that why you came?”
She didn’t answer. The silence filled him, crucified him. He sensed her movement behind him, wondered how he would bear her leaving, and then she slid round in front of him, seizing him by the shoulders, burying her face in his naked chest.
“I don’t know,” she whispered, and he saw the tears trickling down her cheek. “I don’t know why I came with you. I don’t know why I let this happen. I just know I -- God, Max…”
Helplessly, he closed his arms around her and held her, bemused, almost numbed by the understanding that she felt so much like he did. Through the numbness, some strong emotion struggled to get out. Gradually, with awe, he recognized it as happiness.
Max sank his lips in her hair. “I’ll talk to Will,” he said. “Give me today to get used to it, and I’ll talk to Will tonight.”
“Not tonight,” she said quickly, dashing her hand across her wet cheek. “That is, tomorrow would be better.”
Max turned up her chin to see her face better. “Something tells me this is not anxiety to spend longer in my company.”
Her laughter was just a little unnatural. “I have to go soon. But I can come back tomorrow.”
A flood of tenderness rose in Max with his understanding. “Tonight, you change. You become the wolf.”
“You won’t like me when I’m hairy,” she said lightly, drawing herself out of his arms.
“I’d like the opportunity to find out.”
“Max, since we met, you’ve called me ‘little wolf’ with so much contempt that --”
“It’s not contempt,” he interrupted. “That is, perhaps I tried to make it so, because I wanted you so much -- and yes, I wanted to annoy Will too. Do you know, I saw you with him? Before we met, long before. I saw you run with him, two wolves in the city street as the darkness began to lighten. I saw you change and make love in a ruined building. And I wanted you. To feed from, to make love with… you see we mutants all have our little idiosyncrasies.”
She was staring at him. He said, “I let you both go then. I suppose I despised my own weakness, but not you, April, never you.”
He never meant to say all that. He had been too long without company. One night with this girl and he was spilling his frozen heart, revealing feelings he didn’t even know he had.
She came back to him slowly. Almost wonderingly, she took both of his big hands in her small, delicate ones, and turned them over as if examining them minutely.
With difficulty, she said, “I’ve never changed in front of anyone. When it began, I hid in my room. I’ve never lived with the other lupi, so I never changed with them either. Even Will. I would change back with him, but I never became the wolf in his presence, or anyone’s. It’s… it’s private.”
“It’s shame,” he said, holding her still as she tried to jerk away from him. When she couldn’t, she hid her face in his chest instead. “Even now, I can recognize that. I haven’t forgotten it. But there’s no need for yours. Whatever you are, whatever you become, is still beautiful.”
“Oh Max, you won’t say that when I…”
“Stay here. When the time gets near, and you still want to go, I won’t stop you. If you stay, we can go together to see Will tonight.”
A shudder of laughter shook her body. She lifted her head. “Are you trying to bribe me, vampire?”
“Yes,” said Max blatantly.
* * *
It was like a stolen day. Max went out only once to get her some food, which he took from a passing man in the next street while he drank from him, thus killing two birds with one stone. To spare April, he had to slake his thirst on someone, and he had no intention of telling her where her breakfast came from.
While April fell on the bread and the tinned soup his victim had managed to find somewhere, Max watc
hed her and they talked of things he hadn’t even thought of in years. The pleasures of small talk, of getting to know someone through their opinions and their little, unimportant life stories.
Something that had been dead in Max for years began to stir again, and he didn’t know if he liked it or not. Either way, there seemed to be nothing he could do about it. Except make love to April, and that he did with slow, joyous abandon.
Afterwards, as she lay contentedly in his arms, her limbs wrapped around him and her head on his chest, he languidly stroked her hair. “You’ve spoiled me for all other women, you know.”
She smiled, and curled her tongue around his nipple. “Because I’m so beautiful and wonderful in bed.”
“Yes.”
She stopped teasing and lifted her head to look up at him uncertainly. “Max, you don’t need to say that stuff.”
She was right. There was enough chemistry between them without him baring his soul and leaving himself vulnerable. But for some reason, the words would no longer stay silent.
“Actually I do. And it’s more true than you know. April, you’re different for me, and not just because you’re so beautiful and sexy. You’re the only woman who’s given me a complete orgasm since I changed.”
April stared. “You never screwed anyone in all these years? I don’t believe you! For one thing, you’re far too good at it!”
“Who’s flattering who now? I didn’t say I hadn’t screwed anyone.”
She snorted derisively. “And none of it gave you any pleasure, of course!”
“Yes it did. Mixed with the blood-drink, it can be quite -- thrilling. I just don’t -- didn’t -- ejaculate, if you want a clinical term. I got used to it. The drink became the main object, if associated with sex it was a bonus. But I never gave any woman my seed before you. Or since you,” he added ruefully, slightly ashamed now of his determined search for sex over the last three weeks.
She didn’t say anything, just continued to stare at him, a thousand unreadable expressions flitting across her face. Her parted lips swollen from kissing him, her face still clouded with passion, her beauty bowled him over afresh. Max ached and ached.
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