by Kallysten
Virginia wanted to talk about it with Anando first and make sure they were both in agreement, rather than have him acquiesce to anything she decided. Maybe that talk could wait until after the baby was there. Hopefully things would be clearer then.
“Can I ask you a question in return?” Lisa said.
“Go ahead.”
“Will you ever let Anando sire you?”
Now Virginia was the one who didn’t know how to answer. Some things were between Anando and her alone. At the same time, though, Lisa had been very honest with her, and it felt only fair to answer her question as much as she could.
“Do you remember when he left town,” she said, “a bit over a year ago?”
Lisa nodded.
“He thought I would ask him to turn me. So he left before I could ask. And when he came back, he made it clear he doesn’t want me to ask.”
Lisa looked confused. “Why?”
They were now touching topics that Virginia felt were not her prerogative to discuss. “He doesn’t want to turn anyone,” she said, trying to be as vague as possible and hoping Lisa wouldn’t push. Maybe if she redirected the conversation…
“And anyway, even if I wanted it, it’s not up for discussion anymore.” She made a show of stroking her belly. “I can’t be a vampire with a child. How would I take her to school or shopping or just to play in the park?”
“She won’t always be a child,” Lisa said at once. “She’ll grow up. She’ll understand if that’s what you want. And if Anando won’t turn you, you could still find someone else to do it.”
For a long moment, Virginia considered her, wondering if she was imagining things or if Lisa had offered to turn her some day, if that was what Virginia wanted. The thing was, she didn’t know if she wanted it. She’d once told Anando she didn’t, and at the time it had been true. She wasn’t sure it still was.
The front door opened and Anando walked in with the familiar paper bag that meant he’d gone to buy blood. Another shopping bag, branded with the name of a bakery a few streets away, suggested that he might have brought home Virginia’s favorite roasted-nut cookies, too.
“Well, I’d better get going,” Lisa said, standing and putting her shoes back on. “Have a good night.”
She looked at the baby doll as she finished, then winked at Virginia. Virginia slipped the lingerie back in the bag and grinned.
“Good night.”
“Don’t leave on my account,” Anando said. “Just pretend I’m not there.”
But Lisa was already leaving. She patted his arm as she passed him on her way to the door. “But you are always there. Even when you’re not.”
Before she stepped over the threshold, Virginia gathered her wits and said, “Lisa? Would you guys like to help us prepare the nursery? Anando won’t even let me pick up a paintbrush.”
Lisa did not hesitate for a second. “Of course. When?”
“How about Friday night? Eight-ish?”
“Sounds good. Good night.”
The door clicked shut behind her.
“So, what did I miss?” Anando asked from the kitchen as he started to put away his purchases.
“Oh, you know.” Virginia grunted as she pushed herself up from the sofa. “Girl talk.”
She flashed him a smile and took the lingerie bag into the bathroom. As she looked at herself in the mirror, her gaze zeroed in on the scars at the crook of her neck. Her mother had noticed them on Thanksgiving night, but only after she’d known what Anando was. It had been months since he’d last bitten Virginia, and the scars were little more than pale dots on her skin.
Madeleine had shrieked as she called him a monster, and Virginia’s heart had broken a little bit. She should have said something. She should have defended him. She should have said what she knew from the very bottom of her heart, with every fiber of her being: Anando was a good man.
More than that, he was the man she wanted to spend her life with. All of her life. And maybe even longer. She didn’t need her parents’ approval, did she? She didn’t need anyone who couldn’t understand how much she loved him.
And what she did need was to show him again how deeply.
She knew she could go to him wearing old sweatpants and his shirt, and he’d still call her beautiful. Or she could take a shower with that scented soap he liked. She could struggle for a few minutes to shave her legs. She could put on the pretty things Lisa had given her, curl her hair so it fell on her shoulders in thick waves, brush a hint of pink on her lips, some blush on her cheeks and mascara on her eyes.
And she could walk out of the bathroom, go to him, and watch his jaw drop to the floor.
CHAPTER 19
Anando had recognized Lisa’s gift bag as coming from a lingerie store, of course, but the last thing he expected was for Virginia to stroll into the kitchen wearing a sheer little ensemble, her breasts displayed by cups of lace and satin, her belly peeking past the sides of the baby doll, and the ruffled edges skimming the top of her thighs so that her legs appeared just about endless.
“Oh, you bought me cookies!” she exclaimed, but the happy gleam in her made-up eyes and the grin on her plump pink lips seemed to have more to do with the way he stared at her than with the box of cookies she was pulling from his nerveless fingers.
“Yeah, cookies,” he repeated, his throat so dry the words croaked out.
He couldn’t take his eyes off her, and his cock pulsed at the way the baby doll moved with each of her steps, the fabric swinging over her hips and ass.
She broke a piece from a cookie and took a bite from it, humming her appreciation as she peeked at Anando from under her eyelashes. How she could manage to look coy while wearing fabric about the size of a handkerchief, Anando couldn’t fathom.
“Would you like some?” she said in that innocent voice of hers that could make anything sound obscene.
She held a morsel out to him, and in that instant she was the very image of temptation, more so maybe than she had ever been before. It only took one step to put him within reach. He took her wrist in his hand and led it to his mouth. She shivered when he curled his tongue around her fingers to pluck the cookie from her.
He swallowed it quickly, but kept his mouth on Virginia’s fingers, sucking on them and never breaking eye contact. She gasped, and her heart stammered.
When she blinked, there was nothing left of her femme-fatale act, nothing but that pretty, blue, lace number which made her look so edible. Kissing her fingers, he gave her his best grin, the one he used to offer potential prey, back at the club before he met her.
“Would you like some?” he offered her words back to her.
He wasn’t talking about cookies, either.
“Should we…” Her voice didn’t rise above a breathless whisper. “Find a bed?”
Entwining his fingers with hers, he raised her hand above her head and made her twirl. The ruffles of the baby doll caressed her ass.
“Beds are overrated,” Anando said. Another half turn, and she was facing the breakfast bar. He lowered her hand to rest it on the edge of the marble counter. He dropped his voice to the timbre of dirty secrets shared on satin pillows in the dead of night. “Besides, I don’t think I could wait that long.”
Had she shown the slightest hint of hesitation, he’d have taken her to the bedroom. Their sex life had slowed down in the past months, and they’d kept things easy—basic. However, judging by what she wore and by the heated glance she threw him over her shoulder, Virginia wasn’t opposed to taking things a little further.
“This is very pretty,” Anando purred, his hands brushing against fabric that wasn’t anywhere as soft as Virginia’s skin. “Lisa’s gift?”
Humming, she braced one arm against the counter and curled her other arm around her belly. Then she took one shuffling step backwards, her ass pushing up toward him. A bit of her confidence returned to her words when she said, “Do you like the panties, too?”
Chuckling, Anando hooked his thumbs o
n each side of said panties and pushed them down until they fell to the floor. “I do, but I think I like you better without them.”
“Why am I not surprised?”
When he caressed the contours of her ass, her legs parted, and his hand followed the curve of her body, moving down to the wetness he could smell like a heady, enthralling perfume.
“Same reason I’m not surprised about this?” he murmured.
He pushed two fingers inside her, and she moaned. His other hand was busy pulling and tugging at the fastenings of his pants. His cock was so hard that maneuvering it out of his boxers was a challenge. Moving up behind Virginia, however, sliding into the tight wetness of her pussy was as easy as coming home.
“Is this okay?” Anando asked, clinging to his self-control.
Virginia groaned. “No.”
Alarmed, Anando started to pull back, but she stopped him with a few words.
“Not okay. Why aren’t you fucking me already?”
Anando swallowed a laugh. His left hand joined Virginia’s under her belly, and their fingers wove together. His right hand pressed against the edge of the counter, mirroring hers.
His first few thrusts were cautious and slow, but soon Virginia started to buck back against him.
“Still not okay,” she said, and while she tried for a sing-song voice, the words came out raspy.
Little by little, Anando accelerated his pace, his thrusts shallow but angled to hit that sweet spot of hers he knew so well, the one that made her knees buckle, her heart thunder, and drew moans of his name from her lips —
“God, Anando…”
—just like now.
“Is it okay now?” he asked, each word punctuating another jerk of his hips.
For a second, he thought she was gasping for breath, but soon realized she was laughing.
“Better… Much better than okay. You feel so good…”
She all but keened, pushing away from the counter until her back was against his chest. Her inner walls were pulsing around him, threatening to push him over too soon when he wanted this to last. She turned her head toward him, seeking his mouth, and he gave her the kiss she wanted.
“Would be even better if I could see you,” she mumbled against his lips. “And if you had less clothes on.”
Anando choked on a chuckle. “Always so greedy,” he replied, diving from her throat and raking blunt teeth against the sensitive scars he had left on her skin.
He’d have loved to reopen them, to bite her, taste her…
“Go ahead,” she said. “Just a scratch.”
Anando’s hips jerked forward of their own accord, drawing another low moan from Virginia.
“I can’t,” he said, lifting his mouth from her neck. “Can’t risk—”
“Think of all the blood tests I’ve had,” she cut in. “If you only take a little bit…”
Anando’s resolve was crumbling with each slow push of her body against his. His entire body was tingling with delayed pleasure, his need so great it was hard to think.
“Just a little scratch,” Virginia said again, reaching one hand behind her to pull the back of his head toward her.
His vision swimming with red, Anando laid his mouth over her scars once more, extending his fangs only long enough to draw a small line on her skin. A bead of blood rose up to his tongue, and he sucked it greedily.
Flavor burst on his tongue, triggering his orgasm. It wasn’t merely blood that did it. It was Virginia’s blood, her very essence, what made her hot against him, made her blush when he looked at her too intensely, made her alive. It was simply her.
He never wanted to let her go.
* * * *
The scratch was so light, it couldn’t be called a bite. Virginia barely even felt it.
She did, however, feel Anando’s body yielding to pleasure as he shook against her, inside her. She felt the strength of his love in each tender gesture as he held her close to him, kissed her neck, breathed in with his face pressed to her hair.
It was the same love, the same adoration she could hear in his voice when he said her name, and that simple word sent a tremor through her, reawakening her desire.
He protested weakly when she pulled away from him.
“We’re not done,” she promised. “We are so very far from done.”
His eyes were a little glazed, and satisfaction spread through her, warming her like an internal fire, the way it always did whenever she saw the effect she had on him.
He’d been in such a rush, he’d just shoved his pants and boxers down enough to pull out his cock. Now she pushed his clothing further down until it pooled around his feet.
“Not done?” Anando repeated.
She grinned as she unbuttoned his shirt. “Unless you’ve had enough?”
He shrugged out of the shirt to help her, letting it fall off his shoulders. “When have you ever known me to have enough of you?”
He made an excellent point.
She took him by the hand and led him from the kitchen to their bed. With every step, she could feel his semen, combined with her own wetness, smearing over her thighs in a sticky mess.
She had enjoyed herself and the sheer animalism that coursed through Anando whenever he couldn’t stand to wait and had to take her in the very spot where they stood. But with her body so big already, it worked best for quick romps. She wanted more than quick and barefoot in the kitchen.
“I think I might have to send Lisa flowers,” Anando said behind her, his free hand brushing against the curve of her ass. “I don’t know what she said to you but…”
He lost his words when they reached the bed, and she turned to him. Should she tell him? Lisa hadn’t promised anything. She hadn’t even spelled out what she meant, and for all Virginia knew, she might be imagining Lisa’s offer to turn her.
For that matter, even if it had been an offer, it would be years before Virginia could let herself take it. Still, the mere possibility had soothed one of those fears Virginia was reluctant to acknowledge even to herself: the fear that she’d grow old alone, because she refused to force Anando to watch her wither and die.
But no, now was not the time to talk of such things.
“Get on the bed,” she breathed, the words shaking with her need. “I want to ride you.”
The glowing coals in Anando’s eyes flared back to life, filling his gaze with flames. He cupped her face in both hands and kissed her hard, pressing his tongue inside her mouth to caress hers, retreating before she even had time to return the touch.
“Definitely flowers,” he said. “And maybe even chocolates.”
Chuckling, Virginia swatted his ass as he climbed onto the bed. It was a nice ass, she mused; tight, hard muscles that begged to be kneaded. It would have to wait for another time, though. For now, Anando lay in the center of the bed, half reclining against the pillows, his hand stroking his semi-erect cock back to full hardness.
“You say that like you haven’t touched me in forever,” she chided as she climbed onto the bed on her knees. “It’s just been a few days.”
He held her gaze as he said, “It felt like a lifetime.”
Her throat tightened, and she swallowed hard. “Well, then, we’ll have to make up for it, won’t we?”
He reached out for her hand, helping her remain steady as she straddled him. His other hand guided his cock upward until she lowered himself onto him. This way, she could control how deeply she took him inside her. More importantly, she could see his eyes when she said, “I love you.”
He arched forward at once, sitting up as close as her belly would allow, wrapping her in his arms—in his love.
“I love you too,” he whispered before laying his mouth on hers again.
She encircled him with both arms and kissed him slowly, gently, the same way she moved on his cock. Like this, they could last all night. And why not, after all? They had a lifetime to make up for.
CHAPTER 20
Brett tried to keep his face
neutral, but the questions he wasn’t asking must have shown because Lisa raised a perfectly plucked eyebrow at him.
“You don’t like it?” she asked, raising her arms to either side and revolving on the spot.
Brett’s mouth threatened to turn dry. A quick glance at Leo revealed that he, too, enjoyed Lisa’s newest purchase a lot. Pale blue lace and translucent fabric revealed her body as much as it hid, and Brett didn’t know if he wanted most to tug on the satin bow tied under her breasts or pull the scrap of fabric that could barely be called a thong. He doubted the thing would survive the night.
“I do like it,” Brett replied, shifting a little on the bed and sneaking a hand to Leo’s thigh since Lisa was much too far, standing at the foot of the bed while they sat against the headboard where she had positioned them. “I like it a lot, actually. I’m just trying to process… what you said.”
From the corner of his eye, Brett could see Leo nod.
“Yeah,” Leo said, “Did you…”
His voice trailed off when Lisa climbed onto the bed, knee-walking toward them. The ruffled edge of her baby doll shifted against the top of her thighs with each movement.
“I said, we’re going to Anando’s on Friday night to paint the nursery. Well, you two can paint, and I’ll watch.”
She was still sliding up the bed, right in between their legs. Brett’s fingers stroked higher up Leo’s thigh until he found a hardened cock to tease with his fingertips.
“We got that part,” Leo said.
Brett continued as if they shared a mind. “It’s the rest of it…”
He couldn’t finish. She was close enough for them to touch her now. Her legs were pressed against theirs, silkier even than the fabric that just covered her when Brett brushed his free hand against the bottom of it.
“The rest of it?” she repeated. “Which part? The one about Virginia and Anando not wanting anyone else in their bed anymore or the one about me thinking they have an excellent point?”