by Ever Coming
“Are you okay?” The words sounded so very far away, as if through a radio.
“Hmmm.” Understatement. Of. The. Year. “You?” I knew I needed to return the favor, and I planned to. Oh how I planned to, as soon as I recovered my strength. Who knew an orgasm could drain you so completely?
“Aside from coming like a teen before I even got naked, I’m more than okay.” He snuggled up beside me as the meaning of his words hit me. He came, by my blood. I made him come by doing nothing more than letting him sink his teeth into me. That was so not on the website.
“Is that, you know, normal? If so, I forbid you to drink from anyone other than me.” Ever. He was mine.
“My jealous little butterfly.” He wasn’t wrong, and I couldn’t begin to feel bad about it. I didn’t want his fangs anywhere near another woman.
“Is that a yes?” It hadn’t gone unnoticed that he failed to answer my actual question.
“It’s a no. It has never been like that for me. Ever.” He pulled me in close, my back to his front. “Sleep, little butterfly,” he whispered in my ear.
“Why do you call me that? Butterfly, I mean?”
His voice caressed my ear as my body began to slip into slumber. “From the first moment our eyes met, I knew I would never want to let you go, and if you let me, I would help you transform to be like me, just as the caterpillar turns into a butterfly.”
11
“My butterfly, you look gorgeous, as always.”
Finn took my hand to his lips in an old fashioned gesture that had my heart racing. It blew my mind how the subtlest touch or even glance from him could get my body so revved up. His tux didn’t help me regain any composure that was for sure. He was sexiness personified on a good day. And with the tux he was too smexy to be true, but he was true and he was mine.
“I see you approve.” He chuckled as he led me to the dance floor. No need to pretend he hadn’t caught me in the act of drooling. We both knew it was simply the way it was. Pulling me in close, our bodies began to move to the music with more grace than I thought possible. I was usually klutzy on the dance floor, but with Finn leading, I seemed to be holding my own quite nicely.
“You seem nervous, my love.”
Nervous? Was I nervous? Excited to be at the event, not that I could remember just then what the event was. Fancy enough for a wedding, but almost too fancy. It was like a ball of a fairytale more than anything I had ever attended. Of course, the events I went to had all been fundraisers or weddings for my father’s work and they were stuffy and fake in all ways.
“Not nervous, just confused. For a moment I forgot where we were.”
“And where are we?”
“I am in the arms of the man I love and that is the best place to be.” With that he twirled me around the dance floor.
We danced and danced until the music became almost nonsexist and we found ourselves sitting at a romantic table for two complete with candlelight and champagne. It was official. The night was made of magic. Set before us was a dinner fit for a king. I took a bite of the wonderful seafood before stopping dead in my tracks. Finn was eating too. My Finn, the vampire. Vampires don’t eat food.
“You don’t realize where we are, do you?” He took another bite as to prove his point, the look of mischief dancing in his eyes.
“On a date, of course.” I tried to fluff it off, but he was right. I still couldn’t quite place where I was, but it was so magnificent I didn’t want to ruin it with facts and too much thinking.
“We are in a dream, my love. A beautiful dream where we are going to dance the night away in each other’s arms and laugh and eat amazing food and steal kisses.”
All of that sounded perfect, except the dream part. Was this really a dream? If felt so real even though it was off. In any case, I was happy to stay here for as long as my slumber would let me if it was in fact a dream and even longer if it wasn’t.
“If this is a dream, I’m happy to stay asleep.” The truth of my words must have been evident because his face lit up with joy and the subject dropped.
We talked about his life as a cabinet maker, my love of literature, and what our life goals had been before fate had changed their trajectory. Mine by that one fateful night and his by turning. True to his words, we dance, ate, and stole many kisses. The night was perfect until all of a sudden, it wasn’t. I felt light headed and as if the world around me was fading. I had never fainted, but feared that was what I was about to do and grabbed onto Finn with all my strength.
“Paige, my Paige,” he whispered in my ear as he held on just as tightly. “Before you wake up please hear and believe me when I say you will always be safe with me. I will find and destroy those who did you harm.”
“No, Finn,” I argued, still holding on as if my life depended on it. “They will destroy themselves. That is the way of it. I just need to stay hidden until …”
A hand lazily migrated up my arm. Scratch that, not a hand, his hand, Finn. I was nestled into him as my body began to wake from the most amazing dream.
“I just had the best dream.” I rolled to face him, my hand finding his cheek, needing to know he was really here.
“I know, love.” His lips brushed against mine, my body now fully awake. “You were so beautiful and carefree.”
“Did … did you watch my dream?” Part of me was turned on by the idea that he was watching my fantasy, even though it didn’t totally feel mine. The other part of me was terrified that he would see my nightmares, which were not something I wanted to remember, much less share.
“To the contrary, you joined mine.” His hand now settled on my hip, my brain trying to process what he had just said. The struggle was real with his hand so close to where I wanted it, wanted him.
“I joined yours? How is that even possible?”
“I don’t all together know, but think part of it is because of your gift and part of it is because I fed from you.”
My gift. Everyone who knew about my ability seemed to think it was a much bigger deal than it was. If, however he was right and it helped me join his magical dream, then maybe they were accurate in their assessment. I was leaning toward it being the connection we felt from being so intimate and him tasting from me. The thoughts were just buzzing in my brain.
“Do you always dream about food?” Of all the things we discussed and did in the dream, this one seemed most important at the time. What was wrong with me?
“That’s what you got out of my dream?” He held onto my hip a bit tighter before pulling me closer to him, a place I was happy to be. It was then that I noticed he was still dressed and I was still naked. Why was he dressed? More importantly, why couldn’t my hormones be reined in long enough for a conversation? “I was dreaming about spending a magical date with you.”
The blush I felt at discovering I was the only one naked paled into comparison to the blush I felt when he confessed he dreamed of me. True, he might have meant only this once, but still for someone like him to dream of me was a dream in and of itself. It wasn’t even a get me naked dream either. He dreamed of spending time with me. It was a good thing I was lying down or else I was sure my knees would have given out by that point.
“And food.” I pitched back as a defense mechanism, not daring to fully believe what I had just heard. I was the only one focused on his eating during the dream, although he did seem to enjoy it.
“Well yes, I still do dream about food,” He bopped my nose and I willed his hand to go back to my hip. “But not as much as when I first turned and far less now that I met you.”
“That makes no sense. I’m the one constantly eating around you. It has to be hard.” Did I make him uncomfortable eating around him? I could easily eat alone or with my sweet baby girl. Why hadn’t I thought of that? I stunk at this whole dating thing. Simply stunk at it.
“To the contrary, when I am around you, all I can think about is eating you.” He licked his lips as he spoke and the heat blazing in his eyes left no room for
confusion. He wasn’t talking about my blood.
“Admit it, that turned you on,” he joshed and he was so right. I was ready to jump him right then and there.
“Everything you do turns me on.” I fell to my back, my arm over my face in embarrassment. Had I really just told him that? Of course I did. I maintained zero ability to control my words around this man.
“Oh, my little caterpillar.” He gently pulled my arm down so I was looking him in the eye. “I know you need to sleep, but let me have a little midnight snack first.” Smexy man wasn’t letting me wallow in my embarrassment. Nope. He was taking my words and running with them, and goodness help me I was going to let him.
My reply was a simple nod, and before my head made its way back up, his lips captured mine. In that moment, I fully grasped the amount of self-control he had been maintaining during our conversation. Sure, I’d felt his hardness against my back when I woke up, but I assumed it was morning wood because that was a thing, right? How wrong I had been.
As his lips and tongue explored mine I fumbled with his shirt before giving up and pulled him closer, clothing be darned. My body was on fire, and I found myself whimpering, yes whimpering, as he pulled back from our kiss, the one I never wanted to end. His hand brushed an errant strand of hair from my face before tucking it behind my ear, his eyes hooded with lust.
Seizing the opportunity, I once again attempted to free him of his shirt. A fumbling, unsuccessful try later and he did the job for me, his deep laughter in the air. My hands immediately fell to his pants, this time with more success, and within moments we were both gloriously naked. My hands explored his chest, each hard plane of muscle increasing my need to lick him, so lick him I did. Where this little hussy part of me came from I had no idea, but the way he groaned at the touch of my lips, I knew she was doing all things right.
A gentle guide on my shoulder had me back on the bed as he settled in between my knees, his hardness pressing against my belly. I had felt it before, beneath his clothing, but to have it skin to skin against me brought to light the reality of just how gifted my vampire was in that department. I might not have had experience in the male-female relations department, but even I knew that he was sporting more than the average male.
His lips brushed my ear as he spoke, “I want you.”
Three simple words. I want you. Yet those three words were so powerful in that moment.
“Yes.” The words escaped my lips as a plea. He wanted me and I wanted him to take me. Now.
His mouth began its descent from the spot just below my ear, the one he discovered the first night made me squirm with desire. A kiss, a suck, a nibble. I was officially putty. Slowly and methodically he worked his way down my neck until I was so filled with desire that I was about to come, and he had yet to touch me where my need was greatest.
He licked my collarbone before giving a little nibble just above my breast. “I want to drink from you here when I take you.” Before I could answer both his hands and his mouth found my breasts. He licked, nibbled and sucked one as he kneaded and tweaked the other, switching places when the pleasure became almost too much. My senses were on fire.
He never fully left my breasts, his hands staying put as his mouth continued to explore my body. He mumbled words of praise and endearment as he made his way down, only removing his hands from my breast as he reached my pussy. First a lick, then a nibble, followed by his fingers dancing over my clit as his tongue entered me. It was all so much, too much, no not too much, just perfect. My hands fell to his head in what I hoped was an encouraging manner.
There was no slow build up, no taking his time. He was on a mission, a mission to make me come, and between his fingers, his tongue, and his teeth, I was about ready to soar.
“Stop,” I called out, and he immediately did. He didn’t give me the slightest hesitation even though his eyes told me he wanted this as badly as I did. I was in control. It hadn’t been my intent to feel that control when I spoke, but as it settled over me, I knew I needed it.
My body felt the immediate loss, but the next time I came I wanted him inside of me. “If you keep doing that, I’m going to come.” I was panting and felt no sense of embarrassment over that fact.
“That is still the goal, love,” he said, but didn’t move, leaving it up to me to begin again.
“Next time I come, I want you to be inside me,” I confessed.
He caught my eye and held my glance as if trying to see if I meant the words that just fell from my lips. Not that I was lying. I knew he didn’t think that, but he also knew my story. I saw the moment he made the decision that yes, I was ready and grabbed him by the shoulders, pulling him up to me.
He kissed me with a passion I had only dreamed of, and I returned it with equal measure. He was mine. I could feel it. This was more than dating. It was more than a courtesan vampire relationship. It was simply more. It hurt when I had to break our kiss as his cock teased my entrance.
“Condom.” Talk about a mood killer.
“Vampires don’t carry diseases, and I can’t get you pregnant,” Why did he sound so sad at that? I pushed the thought back, not wanting to explore it right now. “But I would be happy to go and get condoms if you desire.” He would stop and go to the store just to appease me. Although his conversation with Arabella was still nagging at me.
“But Jameson and Angel … is it possible?” The hope that tinged my voice scared me and seemed to do something to Finn. But what, I couldn’t quite decipher.
“They had a third party help them.” His voice was off. Did he want children? Did he think I wanted more? Now was not the time for the conversation, but I couldn’t stop my mind from going there. As he pulled away from me, I started to panic. Had I ruined things with my careless words?
“Don’t go. I need you. Please.” My begging cry stopped him in his tracks. “Please, make love to me now. I couldn’t bear to wait another minute.”
Thankfully my words were enough to get him back where I needed him. “I just didn’t want to push you and was happy to go to the drugstore or wait until another day.”
“Liar.” I mock hit him in the shoulder.
“I would have, though.” He sealed his words with a kiss to my forehead. “Anything for you.”
“Anything?” He nodded at my question. “Then take me before I combust.”
He kissed me soundly, my taste still on his lips. My moan in response must have told him that I meant every word because with it, he slowly began to enter me, inch by inch. It felt unlike anything I had ever felt before. It was almost as if in that moment, we became one, as hokey as that sounded. When he finally filled me completely, he mumbled against my lips. I couldn’t understand his words, but felt the emotion behind them and began to move my hips instinctually.
Slowly, we moved in sync. The pressure, the beautiful pressure of a climax building with each motion. Our bodies were made for each other, of that I was now sure. The pleasure built and built in me as he slowly, oh so slowly, moved in me. He knew what he was doing, too. He knew he was building me to near combustion. When his lips left mine and found my ear, I held my breath.
“I want to drink from you now.”
“Yes,” was all my lust filled needy brain could think of as a reply. He slowly made his way down my neck, his body never stopping his motion. As he reached the place on my chest where I knew he planned to drink, it took all of my self-control not to push his face to me and demand he begin.
He took his time, teasing me as he kissed, licked, sucked, and nibbled the spot. I never knew a random spot could so easily become an erogenous zone. My eyes fell closed and my head sunk back as my body began to clench in a pre-orgasmic quake. If he didn’t bite me soon, I was going to beat him to the finish line. As if hearing my inner threat of come-age, his teeth sunk into me, and with the first suck, my body began to soar. I had thought the night before was by far the most intense orgasm imaginable, but this one far exceeded it. I let it take over completely, relishing in
the feel of it as I felt Finn’s release at the peak of mine.
I love you.
I knew I was imagining his voice as my body came down from orgasm, but I didn’t care. I was holding onto it with all I had. And I love you. I spoke in my head, not wanting to ruin our moment with words spoken too soon.
12
A gentle caress of my cheek had my eyes opening. As much as I wanted to stay in the beautiful dream land I had been dwelling in, I knew if Finn was waking me up, morning was approaching and with it my responsibilities. I placed my hand on his and leaned my cheek into his hand. “Good morning.” There was so much more I wanted to say, but that was all I could piece together in that moment.
“Good morning, butterfly. I drew you a bath and made some coffee.”
I tried to see over his shoulder, hoping to find a clock. As much as spending the day with Finn pretty much naked sounded heavenly, I couldn’t be late. As if reading my mind, he continued, “Fear not, you still have time. It is only five.”
I sunk back into his touch. “You are too good to me.”
“Agree to disagree on that one.” He leaned in, kissing my forehead gently before sitting up and scooping me with him. “You deserve far more than I can offer you.” With that he rose and deposited me at the bathroom, giving me some privacy before sitting beside me as I soaked in his tub. He could have easily fit, but seemed content to sit beside me.
“We probably should talk about last night.”
My stomach sank at his works. Talking was never good, especially after naked time. Talking meant there was a problem.
“Butterfly?”
“Sorry, go on.” I turned my head ever slightly, so I could watch his face as he spoke without losing my balance in the slippery tub. It was the most bizarre place to have such an important conversation. Him sitting at the side of the tub, completely dressed, and me, soaking in hot water, barely covered in suds.