by J. E Hanson
Christian holds out his arm, “I believe it is time that I take my beautiful fiancée home to give her blood and feed her. Do you want to stay here—or come home with me?”
I place my arm around his, “I am ready to go home. I still have this excruciating migraine, which is killing me at the moment.”
Christian leans in, and then he kisses me in front of Tracy. She appears, as if she is about to say something, but she is too late. He pulls me to his chest, and then he slams his tongue in my mouth.
He teases me even more, “I might have the cure in bed, if you are willing to be a little adventurous tonight.”
“Lead the way.”
Tracy stomps off upset. Barbie gives us a dirty look. I hope she will take the hint, and realize that Christian wants nothing to do with her now. He broke up with her two weeks, before he began to date me.
Chapter 6
Christian picks me up, and he carries me to the limousine. We are sitting in the back making out. He passionately caresses my lips with his, “Have I told you, how much I love you lately?”
I wrap my arms around his neck, “No, not lately. I enjoy this extra attention you are willing to give me.”
He pulls me to his lap to make out with me even more. The drive lasts forty-five long minutes. We pull in front of his castle. Tony opens the door, and he clears his throat, “Whenever you two love birds are ready.”
Christian carries me inside, and then he places me in the foyer. He plants several kisses on me, and then he stops making out with me, “I need to feed you. I can also tell when you have not had blood in a while.”
Sophia gives me a large mug of warm blood. To most humans this would be gross, but I am not a normal human either. I am a human with fangs, who needs blood. If I don’t have blood in a while, my fangs will begin to hurt. I suck the salty sweet liquid through a straw. My fangs tingle inside my mouth with pure delight. The mug of warm blood lasts five minutes. My fangs retract, and feel full. There is no more pain in my jaw. The yellow bridesmaid dress now hangs in my bedroom. The shower rubs off any scent of the alcohol from the bridal shower. My comfort level relaxes in a pair of sweatpants and a large shirt. Instead of meeting my fiancé, I crawl in bed, and I doze off to sleep.
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After I wake up, I glance over to the nightstand. Christian left me a dozen ruby roses. To my disappointment, the card informs me that he has to work all day. The chances of seeing him at all are slim to none. I change into my workout clothes, and I eat my breakfast in the dining hall. For the next eight hours, I spend them sweating profusely. This is what it takes to remain physically fit. The television displays the Supernatural Chanel to watch Rosalie’s weddings again. They also show her wedding where they are from. I am impressed with how beautiful Avalon appears. The hardcore workout has to stay on pause.
Zane struts inside the oversize gym with a charcoal doctor’s bag, “I have to take more samples of your blood, and I have to take another mold of your new fangs. We have to place the mold in our vampire database.”
I pick an empty chair, and then I sit down. My fangs slide out for the mold. I am getting better at controlling my fangs now. Zane takes the large waxy impression of my mouth. This part sucks the worst, because it tastes funky, and it makes it hard to breathe. I stick out my arm to allow him to stick me with a needle. He exchanges vial after vial of my blood. My blood seems a lot thicker from the slow fill of his vials.
The timer sounds. He carefully takes the waxy mold from my mouth, and he bandages up my arm.
I stare at the vials of blood, “My blood seems thicker than it did last year.”
“You are ingesting a lot of blood lately. We need to keep monitoring you to see if your vampire side is increasing. From the look of things, your vampire side is even more prominent than it was last year.”
I am even more inquisitive, “I wonder, since my vampire side is more prominent, would that cause me not to become pregnant?”
Zane sighs, “We can schedule a midwife appointment for you. I honestly can’t answer that question. We will find out what is going on, for you.”
Zane makes a phone call to a midwife. He tells her to keep quiet about this. The woman agrees to meet with me, but not this Monday, and it has to be the following Monday.
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I attend college the rest of the week. Tanya is excited about her baby shower. On Friday, I return home. Brannon waits for me in the garage, “You have a package in the library waiting for you. I believe you ordered a few things for Tanya’s baby shower, correct?”
I follow him inside the enormous library. More like the bookshelves are built inside the walls of the library. There is a large beige box sitting in the middle of a table. Erik sits in his usual spot, reading his newspaper. I try to rip it open, but it has that annoying clear packaging tape encasing the entire box.
Erik chuckles through his paper, “Do you require assistance, Jeannie?”
I grunt a few more times with trying to find any slack in the clear tape. Erik walks over, and then he peers down.
I finally give up, “This is probably the only thing that sucks, when it comes to being a hybrid. Will you please help, Erik?”
With his enormous hand, Erik takes the hideous tape encasing the package off in less than a second. I peek at the tall blonde vampire. Erik is intimidating to look at, because of his sheer size. He is over six feet tall, and he has more muscles than Christian does. He keeps his long blonde hair, in a single braid down his back. I have never seen his hair out. He also has icy-blues. The difference is that he is paler than Alexander and Christian. Erik was once a Viking. He nearly died, but Alexander turned him at the last minute. Alexander released him from his care as soon as Erik was able to handle being a vampire. He chose to stay here with Alexander, under his own free will.
Christian made Charlie, because he wanted revenge on a few pirates, who brutally murdered his wife, and younger children. Willow was lucky enough to have been staying at her grandmother’s house. She was deathly ill, when the tragedy happened. He is also pretty loud and boisterous. Christian found him on this island, and he turned him. After he was turned, Charlie sought out his revenge, and then he showed those pirates no mercy. Christian released him also, but Charlie has a special fondness in him, as his maker. He is the only vampire Christian has turned, and he refuses to turn any more. That includes me too.
I focus my attention to Erik, “Thank you, Erik.”
Erik returns to his oversize chair, chuckling through his newspaper, “You are most welcome, Princess.”
He is not such an intimidating Viking, as he pretends to be. He is more of a soft teddy bear under all that badass appearance. The box reveals baby items for a boy. I remove all the tags, wrap the outfits in blue tissue paper, and put everything in a large gift bag.
Brannon raises his eyebrow, “Are you sure they will even use this stuff? Werewolves follow different traditions than us, love. I am not surprised, if their baby remains a cub for a period of time.”
Erik expresses with guffaw, “I would have agreed with Princess Rosalie. A dog collar may suffice over baby clothes.”
He makes me upset, “You have been making jokes about Ransom and Tanya’s baby all week. She would not have a baby shower, if her baby were in cub form. You guys are not being very nice.”
The wave of emotions astounds me. He wraps his arms around me. I lean back to brush his cheek with my ruby lips. Christian tilts my chin to his, as he gingerly caresses my lips with his, “I missed you, Jeannie. I see that the gifts have arrived in time for the baby shower tomorrow.”
He is still wearing his business suit. He sits down on the table. “Are you going to the event tomorrow?” I ask him anyway, but I already know my answer.
Christian shakes his head, “The fairies will accompany all of you to the shower tomorrow, along with the angels. Out of respect, we choose not to participate in any form, since we are full vampires. Werewolves do things much differently from the wa
y we do things. I want you to remain on your guard. Try not to be overly critical tomorrow. I have known Ransom for a very long time. I suspect his traditions will be vastly different, but please remember to remain respectful, as his guests.”
I cock my head to the side, “I am always respectful to their traditions. It is not as if she is giving birth tomorrow—or something weird like that right?”
Christian and Erik glance at each other with amusement in their eyes, “We suspect some large amount of blood tomorrow. You are about to receive your first experience, and education on werewolves.”
Christian picks me up in his arms. His blood informs me that he is horny right now. He carries me to my bedroom, and then he puts me down. The fun part of business suits—is the stripping. He places his diamond cufflinks on my bedside stand. We jerk all our clothes off each other. His lush lips trail along my chest to my breast. With one hand—he unsnaps my onyx bra, and then he flings it across the room. I love it when he picks me up, and how he tosses me on the bed. The rest of my clothes, he eagerly rips in half. We smile at each other, and I am his prey tonight. He yanks me down, and then he pins my arms above my head. He purposely tortures me by sucking and blowing on each nipple. My nipples rise up to full attention. He slams his enormous cock deep inside. Both our fangs slide out from the excitement. He thrusts me with his thick cock, sliding in and out a few times to taunt me. Our roller coaster ride continues with him biting my neck, and he sucks my blood from me. He sends me into automatic overdrive. I moan his name slowly. He finishes taking the last gulp of my thick blood. His perfect ultramarine eyes focus deeply inside mine, almost as if he can peer into my soul. He kisses me with his fangs still out. I dangerously and intentionally flick my tongue on them. He slams inside of me harder. My body instantly swells from the enjoyment. I am about to receive another soul crashing orgasm. Christian realizes that I am about to burst at the seams. He picks up his smooth rhythmic pace. I scream out his name in pure bliss. This only makes him lay into me harder. He continues to fuck me roughly. I can hear his grunts with each hard thrust. He pins my arms above my head with his hands, so I am unable to move. My legs remain spread apart to keep his love deep inside. I can feel his love and lust coursing through my veins. He makes sure I remain in the missionary position for a couple of hours. I continue to have all those earth-shattering and mind-blowing orgasms. The last few minutes something hot pours deep inside, “FUCK, JEANNIE!” He yells out my name, as he begins to deliquesce inside.
He mashes his lips passionately against mine. He never pulls out his cock. He refuses to waste one single drop of his precious love. I can still feel his cock palpitate inside, as he continues to release his hot steam.
He shifts over to my side, “That was great, but I have to unfortunately attend another meeting.”
I roll over on my stomach to face him, “What is this meeting about?”
“I have a few nightclubs in which need sorting out. I want to make sure that my calendar is clear for our wedding and honeymoon.”
I whine with bitter disappointment for a change. He brushes the nape of my neck with his sultry lips, “I am so sorry, but I have to go. I will be home after the baby shower tomorrow night.”
I watch with bitter disappointment, as he slides his silk boxers over his athletic hips. Sophia returns with another suit for him. I try to make him stay, but he pulls my hands down while giving me an apologetic look. He rushes to my shower, and he is in a hurry too. A few minutes later, he reemerges to dress. I continue to watch him dress into his fresh business suit. My lips pucker at him, as he finishes yanking his collar out. He drapes the ebony tie around his neck. I purposely lean over him with my naked body to tie it for him, “You are such an evil tease.”
I pull his tie into a perfect knot, “I just want to give you another quick view to show you what you are missing, before you leave for your meeting.”
I even adjust his cuffs for him. I continue to torture him by crawling out of the bed naked to pick up his cufflinks for him.
“You are positively daring tonight. My limits only go so far, Jeannie.”
I purposely crawl over to him, and I sit up to pin his cufflinks on his cuffs. Just to give him the full frontal view. After I finish, he grabs his jacket. I watch him intently, as he pulls it over his shoulders. He buttons his jacket up. I know I only have seconds. I move off the bed, and then I pick up his napkin. I tuck the napkin in the front pocket of his jacket, still standing completely naked in front of him.
He smirks at me, “I will remember your evil tease later.”
He moves his hand between my thighs to purposely rub over my freshly ‘just fucked’ pussy, causing me to tremble and gasp. Christian chuckles at my trembling body. He quickly gives me one last passionate kiss. He left me standing there in the dust. The only sounds I hear are my bedroom doors slamming shut. The disappointment sets in. I take my bitter disappointment to bed with me, and I fall asleep.
Chapter 7
The next morning, I shower, and then I flip through my clothes. Taking Erik’s words of wisdom, I chose to wear something warm today. A pair of blue jeans, an ivory tank, and an ivory sweater will keep me warm today. I even found a pair of tennis shoes. I pull my hair back in a ponytail, and I remember to pick up my tiara for a change.
Louie knocks, and then he walks in gasping at me, “I hate it when you pull your hair back! Let me fix your hair real quick.”
He yanks and tugs on my hair. He quickly French twists my hair, and then he takes out more bobby pins to secure my tiara to my head. He even touches up my makeup.
Rosalie knocks on my bedroom door, “Are you ready, Jeannie?”
“She is almost ready. You can come in,” Louie answers for me.
Rosalie and Ember snap themselves inside my bedroom. Rosalie is wearing a very short miniskirt with a canary off-the-shoulder dress shirt. I stare at her heels. She appears odd today. Ember went with a matching outfit, except in blue.
Louie snickers, as he points to them, “Girls, I would not wear those clothes, if I were you! All of you will most likely remain outside all day. Both of you might want to rethink your outfits.”
Ember peeks over at my attire, and then she snaps her fingers, “That is exactly what I thought!”
We watch Ember change her outfit into a pale blue sweater, tank, and jeans.
Rosalie groans, and then she snaps her fingers too.
Louie’s jaw drops, “Now I see what you were saying, Jeannie. I wish I could snap my fingers just like that, and then change into anything I want.”
Ian knocks on my door, “The Angel and Fairy Enforcers are here to escort you chicks to the baby shower. Good luck, girls.”
“My guys actually drew straws to see who is stuck going with us. This is a baby shower. They are making it out to be something horrible. Dain and Elvin will escort us from our side,” she sounds irritated.
“They did the same exact thing on my side. We have Daniel and Nathaniel going since they are the youngest members. What about you Jeannie?” Ember asks, as she is dismayed with her Enforcers.
Louie shrieks at the thought, “We are not allowed to go. We would not go, even if we were allowed. They do some freaky shit over there in the werewolf camp. You will never catch any of us vampires going over to their side anytime soon.”
Ember gazes over at me, “Why do I have this weird feeling that we are all in for a big surprise tonight?”
Ian walks inside my room with the other four Enforcers. They are playing with their phones, as if they have other places they could be today.
I move everyone out of my room. We make it to the foyer, and I hug Ian goodbye.
Erik stands in the foyer trying to keep his laughter at bay, “I want a full report, when you girls return. I hope all of you have a swell time.”
Sophia even sounds a bit off, “I will make sure to run a bath for you, when you return, Princess. Good luck.”
Tony hands me a heavy coat. We slide inside the achromatic limous
ine. Rosalie, Ember, and I have baby shower gifts to give Tanya. We glance at each other nervously, as we cruise through the woods, and to the werewolf side of the island. This is a side that none of us has ever made it to. It surprises me to see how homey everything appears. There are no tall buildings or skyscrapers. Everything is wooden—or shabby looking. Rosalie shifts uncomfortably. My obsidian mug of blood is now empty. The roads are even a bigger mess. They have potholes, and uneven pavement, in which needs fixed.
The limo turns down a long, narrow, and gravel driveway. We continue to bounce up and down in our seats from their rough driveway. The limousine pulls in front of a huge log cabin. There are husky men sitting on the front porch without shirts on. That is not all either. There are sable, pale, and fawn wolves running in the front yard.
Ember gasps, “I don’t think we are in Kansas anymore! I hope those wolves don’t attack us!”
Dain snorts, and shakes his head, “Those are not the normal type of wolves. Those are the dudes in werewolf form.”
Daniel waits to let us out. A tall husky man without a shirt on opens the door for us. We cautiously step out. The werewolf grins at us, “I am glad you girls could make it. Tanya has been expecting you. Come and follow me please.”
Daniel chuckles at all of us. We are all beginning to panic from the wolves stopping to stare at us. There has to be at least a hundred wolves. A small sable wolf sniffs the ground, and the wolf steps in front of Ember. She immediately gasps. The young cub licks her hand shyly. She peers at the young wolf cub. The small wolf whines at her, and puts a paw on her leg. Nathaniel tries to step in between them, but he is a little too late. She squats to the ground, and she allows the wolf to lick her in the face. She pats the cub’s head.