by Prince, DD
She didn’t know what to say. It had been an emotional roller coaster so far, “We don’t even know each other. We’re from two different worlds. You’re so out of my league and if I have to spend my life hiding in your bedroom…”
Tristan got to his feet and held her shoulders, “We’ll get to know one another. Let’s just take things one day at a time for now, okay? You won’t have to hide forever. Somehow I’ll fix this. And you’re out of my league. Stop seesawing and pulling away from me. It hurts. I haven’t dealt with hurt in a long time. I don’t like it.”
Guilt swept through her, “I’m sorry.”
“Just because you didn’t choose this doesn’t mean it can’t be the best thing that ever happened.” He looked downtrodden.
He was right.
“What’s the story with the guys?” she added after a moment.
He shook his head, “The other day I had a newbie here. Turned just a year ago. The day I hurt you and had to bandage your throat he had a freak out at the scent of your blood, through the door. He wasn’t gonna stop until he got through the door. I have him caged and shackled downstairs while I figure out what to do. I had another staff member go mental at the door, too when you had that open throat wound. I’m concerned about Joe. He’s been a vampire for 8 years, has more experience, more control than the other two but the smell of your blood put him off kilter. I’m not liking the vibe I’m getting from him. He’s different since smelling your blood. I’m playing things carefully. They think I’m having fun breaking you in. It’s not unusual to keep a…” he stopped.
“Blood slave? Human blood bank?” Kyla mumbled, “Do you have a dungeon or something?”
Tristan looked at the floor and nodded, “Basically.”
“Maybe I do have a disease; maybe I’m sick.” She was crestfallen. Whether she was sick or Tristan was on the verge of losing control and draining her dry neither sounded like it’d have a happy ending. She was grateful he didn’t stick her down in a dank dungeon while he was mad at her, at least.
“I don’t think so. You seem very healthy to me. I can detect illnesses in the scent and taste of blood. I don’t sense anything and even if you were infected with a disease or had drugs in your system that wouldn’t explain this connection. That’s something else entirely. Anyway, Sam is a different story. He’s my right hand. He’s asking some questions but I’m playing my hand close to the vest for the moment and I’m feeling okay about the vibe with him. I’ll figure this out. Don’t stress, baby.”
They sat for a moment, contemplative, until he broke the silence, “Let’s go to bed,” he said and draped his arm over her and leaned in to her ear seductively, “I’m starved.” Her eyes widened.
“I’ve got this,” he flashed dimples at her, “I’ll clean this mess up later. Let’s go. Trust me?”
Who could resist those dimples? She followed him back into the house and up the stairs, feeling like everything was up in the air with her life, her safety, and her future. When they reached the bedroom he took her hand and kissed it, “I’ll take good care of you. Don’t worry.”
Warmth washed over her. Anxiety did, too. She hoped she’d feel that euphoric sensation while he drank, not that other sensation. She hoped that he was right in that he did have enough self-control.
He peeled her clothes off of her and as she stood, naked, he kissed her all over her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, her back. He ran his hands up and down her torso as he did. She touched his shoulders, the solid muscle, as she pushed his shirt off of him. Damn, he was sculpted like no man she’d ever touched before. Her body hummed as his lips feathered soft kisses all over her neck and shoulders, making goosebumps rise and tingly shivers climb up her spine. He called himself a junkie for her blood but as she looked at him she felt like he, too, was like a drug for her and right now she was as excited as a junkie about to get a fix would probably be. Vampire heroin. If that’s what she was to him, he was something similar to her.
He walked her over to the bed and as they lay down together, he stared. She wanted to melt; the passion was so evident in those eyes, “You, gorgeous girl, you make me feel alive. I’ve missed you so much,” he whispered this. When he pushed into her, he lifted her part way up in his arms and then as he eased out and sank his teeth into her throat she fell back against the pillows and arched her back.
She knew she wanted those teeth on her almost as bad as she wanted him inside of her. It was like his teeth had become an extension of the sex, especially now she knew that his feeding from her gave her insight into how he felt about her. It had been days since he’d fed and she’d been craving that feeling. He licked and then moved down to the crook of her arm and sank in again there. She watched, fascinated. His face, as he drank, looked like a man having an orgasm. It was so sensual to watch. It felt so different from the other night when he bit her here, meaning for her to feel his anger. She didn’t feel anger this time. Instead she felt something sweet and serene flow through her. She could only describe it as bliss.
He looked up at her and his fangs receded. He licked the spot slowly, then caressed her cheek. It was like he was trying to undo the bite he’d given her on this spot the other night. She kissed his palm, astounded that this felt so intimate, not like a horror movie.
He moaned and then gently eased back inside of her. Then he started to move, pushing deep but slowly, staring directly into her eyes, holding her face in his hands and staring directly into her eyes. It felt amazing. Kyla grabbed his shoulders, trying to pull him closer, feeling like she couldn’t get him close enough to her, and he started to tongue and suck her earlobe. Then he nipped a little and she squirmed, “Ouch”. He let out a sexy little growl and then his teeth clamped onto her throat.
She grabbed his rear end, helping him drive into her repeatedly. The sensations were rising, building, higher, higher. She was panting and clawing at him.
“I’m so happy, baby.”
“Oh Tristan…” she shuddered and moaned and then whimpered, digging her nails into his back. He came with her then, arching his back, his eyes blazing brilliant blue. He ran his tongue over her throat and then kissed it and collapsed beside her and they both stayed there, breathless, staring at the ceiling.
“Wow.” Kyla muttered.
“Wow.” Tristan agreed, “Quick but still wow.”
“Wham bam, holy fuck.” Kyla mumbled.
He laughed a big belly laugh and kissed her hard and fast on her mouth, her left cheek, her right cheek, her forehead. Then he let out a deep exhale and let her go, “Give me 10 minutes and I’ll be good to go again.”
She laughed.
“I’m serious,” he said with conviction.
“Goodie,” she stretched and curled up close to him, putting her hand across his belly, her lips to his shoulder.
For a few minutes they both laid there in amicable silence, but for their ragged breathing. Suddenly Tristan jumped up seemingly energized. Kyla, on the other hand, felt her eyes drooping.
“I need to go. I’ll be back. Don’t leave the room, just in case someone comes back. Should I get you something to drink before I go? I should order a fridge for this room. Yeah, I’ll do that tomorrow.”
She shook her head, amused at his burst of energy. It was like he’d just downed two Red Bulls. “No. I’m okay. Where are you going? Stay with me?” she said shyly.
“Just for a run. I just need to run some energy off and then I’ll hold you all night long. And we’ll have round 2. Or is it 3? Then maybe round 4!” he kissed her forehead, “Can I trust you to stay here, honest? No locks, no gates?”
“Honest.”
“You won’t try to leave me?” he asked, his eyes pleaded with her.
“I won’t,” she meant it. Kyla tried to push away a pang of jealousy but couldn’t help it. Tristan got into a pair of shorts and socks and put on a pair of runners.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, quickly tying shoelaces.
She shook her head and squirmed
into the pillow and squeezed her eyes tight.
“Kyla? Words, please.”
“It’s just…I’ve been dying for a good run, too. I used to run every day and I feel itchy for it.”
He leaned over her and kissed her nose, “Give me a few minutes to run. You won’t be able to keep up. Then I’ll come back and bring you.”
Kyla smiled, “Kay.”
He brushed her hair away from her face with his fingertips and kissed her again and then he dashed out, seeming like a little boy on Christmas morning.
Kyla grabbed some shorts and a t-shirt, a sports bra and clean underwear. Then she wrinkled up her nose remembering she didn’t have any running shoes. Even running in her bare feet in the grass again would be okay, though; better when she wasn’t on the lamb. She glanced at his shelf filled with half a dozen pairs of running shoes. Way too big. They’d be clown shoes on her and she’d undoubtedly fall on her face.
She wondered where her shoes were from that first night. They were ballet flats, though, not runners. She went to the bathroom and got dressed, washed her face, then combed and retied her hair up. It was after midnight and she’d guessed he’d been gone about 10 minutes. She was antsy so she started stretching, getting geared up for the run. Suddenly, he was there, sweating, heaving, and two inches from her, looking gorgeous and happy, and smelling like a McDonald’s hot apple pie.
“Hey, princess,” he said.
“Hey,” she gave him a shy smile, joy welling up inside.
“C’mon,” he grabbed her hand. He was still full of energy, she could see. She followed him downstairs through the kitchen, past the large fridge, where he reached in and grabbed two bottles of water, passed her one, and then they walked down a hall on the main floor Kyla hadn’t seen yet. It led to a humungous great room, big enough to host a huge party, with a fireplace, large leather sectional couches, and large TV. There was also a long fully-stocked bar on one end. There were sliding doors on one end that led outside and another end, which led to the courtyard. He walked her out the one and then they were on the property, looking ahead at a dark clearing in the trees with a pathway that was flanked with garden lights. It looked like it went quite far ahead uphill.
“Oh,” He stared at her feet, “You’ll have running shoes tomorrow. Wanna get your flip flops and just walk?”
“Let’s just run on the grass? I need the wind in my hair.”
“Okay” he said, “and I’ll get the treadmill upstairs for you from my gym tomorrow. Then you can run whenever you want to.”
Kyla smiled. Not the same as running in the fresh air but for now she’d take it. She did some more lunges and stretches as they walked.
When they finally broke out into a jog she could feel her heart sing. It felt so good to run without fear, even barefoot. Tristan ran beside her, keeping stride with her but leading the way through the dark. It was an expansive piece of property and she was grateful it was covered with lush grass that helped cushioned her bare feet.
The sky was beautifully velvet black with ¾ of a moon and stars punctuating it, much like a Lite Brite screen. It was the end of June and there weren’t too many insects out.
“Do mosquitoes bite you?” she asked.
“Nope. They wouldn’t dare. I do the biting, thank you very much.” Tristan flashed a gorgeous smile.
“Lucky.”
“There are some definite perks,” he smirked, suddenly he was directly in front of her, jogging backwards.
“So, vampires are real?” she said, looking at him studiously.
Tristan laughed, “Vampires are real.”
“Still wrapping my mind around that one. How? I mean, where do they come from?”
“They’ve just always been. There are a lot of things that have always just been that people aren’t aware of.”
“Like?”
“Like a lot of things.”
“Hmm. Okay, I guess you’re letting me absorb one supernatural phenomenon at a time?”
“You could say that.”
“So, what was your life like before you were a vampire?”
“Let’s save that conversation, okay? I wanna learn more about you, too, but let’s just run faster for now, okay?”
“I can’t go any faster, I don’t think,” she felt a little cramp and slowed down.
“You okay?”
“Yeah, maybe just a bit out of shape after a few days of lazing in bed.”
Rather, being chained to your bed…she pushed the thought away.
“I’ll run for both of us. Whip up some wind for your hair,” he handed her his water bottle and fluidly scooped her up in his arms, all carry-over-the-threshold-like, and then started to run fast, really fast.
Kyla wrapped her arms tight around his neck and heard the plastic bottles crunch due to how tight she gripped them. She heard him laugh as they whizzed through the night. They passed a creek, he ran up and down a few hills, and she thought, though she couldn’t be sure, that they may even have dashed past a fox. Then, a few minutes later they were back at the house, inside the great room they’d gone out of. She’d love to explore this property more leisurely sometime. It was really a very beautiful piece of land, from what she could see in the dark whizzing by at who knew how many miles per hour.
“Cool off with a swim?” Tristan suggested and softly put her on her own feet and took the water bottles and put them on a table. She felt a little dizzy. That was scary but exhilarating at the same time.
Tristan reached over and peeled her shorts and panties down all at once and pulled her shirt and bra over her head. He stepped out of his shoes and toed his socks off and then dropped his shorts.
She looked at him appreciatively. He flashed dimples and then urged her, ‘C’mon.” He totally looked like a young and carefree guy; it suited him.
They went out into the courtyard and he lifted her and then jumped into the pool with her in his arms.
Kyla touched the bottom and then swam up to the surface and found him leaning his back against the wall of the pool, using his elbows on the deck to hold himself up.
“Come here,” he said huskily.
She swam over to the side of the pool to him and held herself up with his shoulders.
He kissed her passionately.
“Feel better?” he asked.
“Yes. Thank you,” Kyla answered, “That run was very Edward and Bella, wasn’t it?”
He sucked on her lower lip and one of his arms circled her waist, pulling her tight against his hard wet body. They made out at the side of the pool for several minutes. Kyla felt the heat rising in her, she wanted him badly. Again. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He let out a little chuckle,
“Was it? Two laps and then let’s go to bed,” he whispered, sucking on her earlobe.
“Okay,” she answered, releasing him from her grip, “Oh, we’ll get the house all wet. We have no towels.”
“There are towels in the deck trunk over there but bah, whatever, I’m okay with you being wet…I like how wet you can get…” he smirked and swam off. He’d done three laps before as she was done her first. He got out of the pool and then reached to help Kyla out.
A few minutes later they were upstairs, dried off, and in bed and she was suddenly spent. She didn’t know if she had the energy for more sex.
Tristan leaned over her as she yawned, “I had a good time tonight,” he whispered.
“Me, too. Almost felt like a date.”
“One day soon we will have a date. You’re too tired to make love, aren’t you?” he ran his fingers through her wet hair.
The words ‘make love’ made her insides liquefy. “When has that ever stopped you?” she reached for him.
He chuckled, “In that case…”
Tristan pulled the blankets back and started to kiss her very tenderly on the neck, the shoulders, and then trailed down to her breasts,
“Then make love to you I shall…” he whispered.
“Wait,” Kyla said, “Yo
u lie down.”
He raised his eyebrows, then rolled over. She climbed on top of him and trailed kisses down his neck, his shoulders, and across to his chest. Then she rubbed her hands up and down the ridges of his stomach, across his biceps as she ran her nose from his chest back up to his lips, kissing along the way. He caught her hands in his, weaving their fingers together, pulling her close. She kissed him fervently and straddled him, then eased the tip of him inside of her. She squirmed and gyrated slowly until he was fully sheathed by her. He was very blessed in the size department and it hurt for a quick beat but soon started to feel wonderful. His eyes were closed and his face was alight with passion. She had put on a cotton pair of baby dolls but suddenly he was ripping the top straight down the middle.
“You have to stop ripping my clothes,” she breathed, reveling in the feel of him inside of her and the feel of his hot hands all over her.
“Then you’ll have to stop wearing them,” he answered on a slow, staggered exhale.
Kyla gyrated in small circles, enjoying the depth and when he opened his eyes, she stared directly into them. Tristan caught her breasts in his hands and kneaded them. Then he reached between them and rubbed her clit as she gyrated slowly against him. She moaned and started to pick up the pace, making bigger circles. In no time she was hitting a peak, gasping and shuddering against him. He sat up and grabbed her and pulled her to him and held her tight as she lost it and gagged herself with his shoulder and as they found their climax together, he groaned, “Mine.”
It felt beautiful. Her skin directly against his skin. His breath on her neck, his scent all around her. It was like all was right with the world. It was a totally foreign feeling. He laid back down, her still on top and him still inside of her. She nuzzled into the crook of his neck.
“You didn’t bite me,” she said.
“You need to regain your strength. Besides, if I bit you every single time I wanted to, my fangs would always be out.”