by Anna Santos
“Galvin,” I stated with a hard face and serious voice. “You spared Ewan and Anastasia’s lives. You clearly have a reason for that. It may have something to do with that girl’s picture, or maybe you just want to lock them in a dungeon and throw away the key. Either way, the only person that has any chance of finding out anything is me. Because the prick claims he loves me,” I reasoned with him. “So, this can happen in two different ways. Either you respect me as your equal and as your lover and let me talk to him or…” and I did a dramatic pause, “I’ll go over you, and I’ll ask permission to the High Priest himself. And then you’ll need a bit more than sex and crawling on your knees to make me want to speak to you in the next one hundred years.”
“You just said you weren’t going to break up with me because of this!”
“Well, I can fuck you, but I don’t have to talk to you after, during, or even previously!”
He growled upset with my words. “Seriously Violet? Are you going to be like this?”
I just nodded and walked away to prove my point.
Men were all idiots and possessive pricks. If I didn’t love him so much, I would just become a lesbian so I didn’t have to put up with his sexist bullshit and insecurities.
“For the love of the Goddess,” he grumbled, coming after me and grabbing me by my waist. “Could you be a bit less dramatic and evil to me?”
“Can you stop treating me like a child who can’t handle the truth?” I retorted.
“Can you promise that you won’t leave me, and you will speak to me prior to, during, and after sex?”
“Don’t I always do that?” I asked, trying to lighten up things. We were becoming one of those weird couples who argued over anything. I didn’t like that at all.
“Yes, and that was what made me love you even more. I love that we share everything.”
“I just need to know why he spared me,” I whispered, trying to make him understand that it would take a heavy weight from my back.
“I like to think that it was so I could find you and make you my only reason to live.”
I rolled my eyes to his sappy words. “I thought that your only reason to live was to kill vampires and protect humans.”
“Well, I got tired of just doing that. Now, I want to have a family with you and make you my priority.”
“Okay, then you may start by letting me talk to Ewan and let me do my job. You know, the job you trained me for: save lives, get information, catch and break down evil beings.”
He muttered against my hair some sort of cussing in an unknown language, and I waited for him to speak again in a language that I could understand.
“He will be restrained and you will not get near the creature,” he said. I nodded. “After, you will get all your stuff and move into my home and we’ll test my bed resistance for a whole night and maybe the morning and then check the bathtub.”
“No door or table testing?” I teased him, finding him rather amusing.
“We’ll have plenty of time to test those,” he whispered against the hollow of my neck, placing small kisses that made my body shiver and my eyes close.
“Just promise me that you will let me talk to him alone. You can watch but I want him to think that I’m on his side.”
“If he tries to touch you,” he muttered, placing his hands on my breasts and molding my body against his, “I don’t know if I won’t break his neck.”
“Okay,” I sighed, shivering with his kisses and his trailing hands over my upper body. “I thought we weren’t going to have make-up sex.”
“This isn’t that,” he claimed, moving his hand inside my shirt and cupping one of my breasts. His other hand moved down my hip, gently falling between my legs and pushing me hard against his pelvis. He was already hard, and I was wet. “This is just us making love because I can’t seem to be able to take my hands off of you, and you are damn hot when you argue with me. I just want to rip your clothes off.”
I got even more aroused. That was insane. But since Ewan and Anastasia were locked up in a cozy cell, I had a lot of time on my hands, and I was horny as hell. I moved against his hand and crotch, bouncing my hips and moaning. I tilted my head back, offering my neck and my breasts.
He lost it. He turned me on my heels to face him, ripped my shirt and clumsily opened my jeans while kissing my mouth hungrily. I ruffled his hair, grabbed it and kissed him as savagely as he. I had no idea where the bed was or how to get there. All I could think was how good it was to have him kissing me and cupping my breasts while I was between his legs.
I gasped when his mouth left a trail of heat down my neck to my nipples. His hands grabbed my hips and pulled my jeans down. Another wave of kisses, another wave of pleasure. His mouth tickled my stomach and belly button. His tongue swirled against my skin and his hands caressed my bare thighs.
The jeans went down my legs, and I tried to get rid of them, after getting rid of my shoes. Hard task because I was ticklish under his tongue. I moaned loudly when he kneeled and grabbed my hips in his hands, bringing his face against the fabric of my thong. His mouth kissed my mound, and he played in my waistband with his fingers. He gently pulled my thong down my hips, making every fiber of my body shudder in anticipation. His mouth followed with kisses against the uncovered skin. When my thong slid down my legs, his lips grazed my pussy and his tongue licked my inner lips, making my stomach want to explode and my hips move against his mouth, begging for more. He sucked me hard, and I parted my legs to let him reach deeper. His tongue worked its way inside my labia, licking and stroking. His hands were holding on to my thighs with his thumbs against my butt-cheeks. He was on his knees, worshiping me in a whole different way than before. I kept moving my pussy against his mouth, tensing and quivering as I experienced the sweet pleasure he was giving me.
My hands were in his hair, gripping my fingers against his scalp, helping him move his head at the right speed. I moaned louder when my stomach untangled the tension that was peaking and waves of pleasure slid down my legs and up again, making my pussy shake intensely and enjoy the warming sensation of his lips sucking my clit to increase the pleasure. I laughed with satisfaction and whimpered for more. He leaned back his head to stare at me and our eyes met. He had a devilish grin that was even more pronounced by the wickedness I could see in his eyes. He was not done yet.
He took his shirt off, getting up and smirking at my body. Then he yanked my shirt off, freed my breasts, and turned me around on my heels. I squealed, caught off guard, watching the pool of clothes at my feet and feeling his teasing fingers ran up and down my stomach.
“I want you to get down on your knees and then get on all four, Violet.”
“What?” I asked, gulping to his words and staring at the sandstone floor.
“On the clothes.” He motioned me. “On all fours Violet,” he whispered, nibbling my earlobe.
“No.”
“All fours or nothing,” he countered. I hissed, unhappy and stiffening against his chest when his fingers slid over my pussy and plunged straight inside my inner lips. “Over the clothes, so you don’t get bruises.”
I moved against his hand. But he began pulling his hand away so I had to lean down until I was on my knees. He had convinced me with his teasing ability. I was giving up, caged inside my yearning for him.
I always lose control when we touch each other. I crave him and I can’t help to surrender to his will. He knows that, but I also know that he gets extremely aroused by me and does everything I want.
I quivered with his mouth nibbling the hollow of my neck, making me feel vulnerable and happy. When I was on my knees, his free hand unbuttoned his pants and freed his cock.
“Four now,” he requested huskily in my ear, and I obeyed. My hair fell over my shoulders, and I gasped and moaned when his fingers ran up and down my labia. Nibbling my lower lip with expectation, I glanced back, staring at his hand stroking his shaft. He was hard and he was just making sure that I was wet enough to have him insid
e me. If I wasn’t yet, after his command and the position I was in, I would definitely become.
I moaned and growled with renewed anticipation, tilting my head back when he teased my inner lips with the head of his cock and slowly trailed it along the crack of my butt. I slowly moved my hips back, showing that I was more than ready to receive him inside of me. He wet his fingers and placed them on my entrance, circling it slowly, making sure I knew the pleasure he could give me. I grunted, parting my legs wider and grounding my hands harder to the floor. Tilting my head back, I closed my eyes with relief when his cock slowly made its way down into my molten core.
“You are so tight,” he mumbled, trying to let me adjust to his size before thrusting himself in and out of me. He didn’t like when I felt pain even if I would feel pleasure after. He always did his best to make me feel good from the beginning. “Tight and warm and squeezing me inside already,” he elaborated further and I giggled. “Do you want me to move?”
“Try it,” I replied, feeling my stomach tense and my nipples get harder and harder and contract with the lack of touch. It eased when he moved softly out. I moaned with pleasure when he moved back in. “Please continue,” I told him, so he knew that I was ready and aroused. Extremely aroused, because I had Galvin on his knees, holding my hips and moving his cock inside me. I was in heaven, but I needed more than that, I needed his hands around me, and his cock ramming in and out. The thought of it was arousing enough to make me move my hips down to meet his cock and go up again. Within a few seconds we were quickening the pace and my hair was dancing against my breasts while I gasped and begged him for more. I was desperate, consumed by lust, craving more and more of him inside me. He grounded his pelvis against my butt and kept thrusting, sending me into a spiral of pleasure.
Leaning his body over mine, he placed his mouth on my shoulder and used his teeth to nibble my skin. “Sometimes, you need to obey me and do what I want,” he said, trailing kisses up my neck. “Like now.”
I opened my eyes because of his words. Is he really going to play that card while we are making love? “I can be submissive all you want in bed, but don’t expect me to be just that.”
“Oh no, baby, I love when you take control, too. We need to reach to an understanding that pleases both parts,” he said.
I chuckled because I didn’t know if he was still talking about sex or just making an analogy about our relationship. “Really?” I tried not to sound so sarcastic but failed.
“Really,” he assured.
“Well then, understand this: shut up and fuck me,” I teased him.
He dropped his head against my back and chuckled. “It will be difficult if you make me laugh.”
I giggled. “Yes, I know.” Sucking a breath, I shared, “We totally suck at this.” I needed to stop laughing to the stupidities that we kept saying to one another.
“At sex?” He seemed offended.
“No darling, at being mad at each other,” I explained, turning my head back to look at him.
“If we just suck at that, then it’s okay,” he whispered sweetly against my face, hugging me and making me move my hips slowly together with his. “I would rather suck at that than fail at making you happy.”
I crossed my arms over my chest to entwine my fingers in his hands that were over my breasts. “I love you,” I sighed happily, as happy a person can be when they are in love and they feel that the other person loves them as well.
“I love you too,” he whispered back, and we kept our eyes shut, surrendering to the moment.
33
CONFRONTATION
GALVIN HADN’T APPROVED of my choice of clothes to meet Ewan in the interrogation room. I knew my white shirt and black mini-skirt were sexy and revealing. That was the whole point of wearing them. I wanted Ewan to drool and stare eagerly at what he could never touch again.
One of the guards took him in and sat him in front of me. He had special magical handcuffs which would prevent him from getting free and attacking me or simply trying to run. Not that he would go far since the Headquarters had guards everywhere and special incantations to keep its prisoners in.
Ewan seemed calm. He sat down, relaxed, and stared at me, making little effort to conceal the fact that he was checking me out.
“I was wondering when I was going to see you again,” Ewan said. I gave him a lopsided grin. I was curious about what he might be thinking about my feelings for him. “Did you come here to apologize?”
The nerve he had! I could almost growl with annoyance, but I kept my poker face on and relaxed against the chair. “Did you miss me?” I asked him, playfully.
“Are you seriously going to let them lock me up and keep us apart?”
“I don’t know. What do you think I should do?”
“You already know that I had nothing to do with the attempt on your life. You know they lied to you so you would work for them. You also know that I love you and being apart was excruciating, and we are clearly meant to be. I could strike a deal with them, so we could get back together.”
I arched an eyebrow, fighting the urge to fold my arms. “Why would I want to go back to you?”
He smirked like the cocky bastard he was. “You still love me. You wouldn’t go to all this trouble if you didn’t. You wanted to know if you were special to me. You clearly are special. You are the only woman I have ever loved. I love you still. I love you even more now. I…like the new you. Your new hair and that darkness inside your soul. It’s really enticing.”
I tilted my head to watch him with scrutinizing eyes. Manipulation was a fine art to him. Still, he was relying on his sureness that I still loved him to try to convince me to help him get away from my Organization.
He added, “I was going to kill Anastasia for what she had done. Galvin stopped me. You should ask yourself why he did that.” He was clearly desperate since he was talking and talking, looking for a breach, for some kind of hint about what I wanted to hear from him. “He lied to you because he hates me. He would do anything to make me suffer. He did. He stole you from me and kept you alive because he knew I love you.”
I stared at my nails and moved in my chair.
I noticed him frown at my attitude. Then he stared at the mirror on the wall. “Is he listening to our conversation?” he asked, clearly referring to Galvin and the observation room on the other side of the mirror.
“He has better things to do. It’s just me and you here. I asked for privacy.” I lied.
“Why?” He stared at the corners of the ceiling, looking for the camera.
“We needed to talk,” I answered.
“Haven’t we said everything we had to say? You drugged me, you played me, and you know everything you need to know about me. You know my deepest secrets.” I shrugged and rejoiced at the anger in his expression. I was getting on his nerves. “We are immortal. We don’t have the same scruples as humans. We kill to survive. We drink blood. Whatever I did, it’s nothing, since you’ve done it yourself.”
“You’ve kept secrets about my origins, Ewan,” I reminded him.
“It was for your own safety. I didn’t want them to keep you away from me and make you a vampire killer. As they did because of Anastasia’s betrayal.”
“Maybe you had nothing to do with my supposed death. Maybe it was all Anastasia’s doing. However, I can’t forget the other things you’ve done.”
Frowning, he asked, “What are you talking about?”
I almost lost my patience with his question. I leaned forward as I accused him, “I’m talking about all the girls you’ve killed. I’m talking about all the women you fucked. I’m talking about you sleeping with Anastasia under our own roof. She was a child!”
He waved in dismissal. “Oh please, don’t come here and spew that bullshit. She was not a child. She was every part a grown woman. She was the one who looked for me and wanted me to fuck her. Besides, it’s your fault. You weren’t giving me any, you turned cold in the bedroom. What did you expect me to do?”<
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“Really, you’re going to use that excuse, too? We both know better than to use pitiful excuses about your appetite for young girls.”
“It meant nothing. I just wanted to blow off some steam. Besides, it was you I loved. I would always come back home to you. She was a means to an end. She would be our new provider. I took her home because you wanted a child and because we could marry her off to rich men to provide for our needs.”
“Do you want me to thank you?” I asked, listening to every word and realizing that Ewan was just another psychopath with a god complex. Nothing more, nothing less. He was like any other leech I used to kill. He was immortal and thought he could get away with his evil deeds. He thought he had the right to use others for his own amusement and survival. He was pitiful and shallow.
“I saved your life. I took care of you. I guess you should thank me,” he stated.
I narrowed my eyes, realizing that he wasn’t kidding. He thought that I owed him everything. “Don’t you feel remorse for what you’ve done?”
“Why should I feel remorse?”
I knew it wasn’t a rhetorical question; he didn’t think he had done anything wrong. “How can you claim to feel love if you don’t have a conscience? Your soul is dark and twisted.”
“Your mind is clouded by all the brainwashing ideas the sorcerers told you. You probably hope of changing me, fixing me to fit your own standards of what’s wrong and right. I must tell you that there’s nothing to fix. I understand the basic foundation of right and wrong that drives your kind and also prevents humanity from going back to Chaos. However, it doesn’t mean that I fear the consequences of being evil,” he said, moving his fingers to highlight the word evil. I was baffled by his words and calmness. “Everything I did was to survive and take care of my human family. So, I don’t need to be fixed. Also, you knew what I was and you loved me. You still love me because, Violet, we are the same. We are meant to be together. That’s why we lived so many centuries together. We understood each other. You are the one who needs to be fixed now. You need to forget all the bullshit they told you about your destiny and decide whether you want to be with me or continue to be a hunter.”