Object of My Affection

by Tracey H. Kitts

  “Let’s shower first,” I sighed.

  I stretched catlike, my body arching so that my breasts brushed against his chest.

  “That was incredible,” he said, as he pulled me against him.

  “Thank you,” I purred.

  He shook me gently as he laughed, “You conceited little bitch.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself,” I teased.

  “That feeling that washed over me ... what, exactly, was that?”

  “It’s part of my new power.” I hesitated. “What did you think of it?”

  “It went beyond orgasm ... I can’t describe it.” He smiled wickedly and rolled me onto my back, “Do it again.”

  I laughed and pushed against his chest.

  “Get off me you pervert. I need to take a shower.”

  Alfred rolled off of me with a grin and helped me to my feet beside the bed. My knees were wobbly, but I managed to stand up straight and walk toward the bathroom. However, just because I could stand straight didn’t mean I could walk straight.

  I zigzagged my way to the bathroom door where I propped and asked Alfred, “Give me a minute, ok?”

  “Alright.” He smiled.

  There were some things I just didn’t want to do in front of him. As I cleaned up a bit I heard a sudden knock at the door.

  “Lilith,” he sounded anxious.

  “I’ll hurry,” I said, thinking that he just needed to use the bathroom.

  “It’s not that,” he said. “I’ve just thought of something.

  Actually, I sort of ... forgot something.”

  I opened the door to find Alfred looking positively distressed.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “We forgot to use protection.”

  I laughed and he looked at me like I’d lost my mind.

  “I take birth control, Alfred, but it’s sweet of you to think of it.” I patted his cheek as I added, “Don’t look so pitiful.”

  “You might have mentioned that,” he whined.

  “I’m sorry, but you didn’t ask, and it was not something I was concerned about.”

  He turned me around, smacked my butt and said, “Get in the shower.”

  I probably should have mentioned my birth control to Alfred, but I hadn’t thought about it since April. A daily pill was too complicated for my schedule, and not strong enough for my metabolism. There was a doctor who worked for the Hunters. He specialized in experimental drugs of different sorts and had made a pill strong enough for me. It was far superior to anything on Earth, as I had never experienced a single side effect. I took it once a year, every year, on my birthday.

  Alfred’s bathroom had a large walk-in shower along the back wall. It was tiled up on the outside to just look like a wall, but inside it was very spacious. It needed to be if Alfred was going to fit in to it.

  As I stepped into the shower, I walked around the small half wall that divided it and took two steps down into the actual shower. I loved Alfred’s shower, but hadn’t been inside it since we’d remodeled the house. The large shower head stretched out from the wall and then hung down, causing the water to fall from directly above instead of at an angle. It was called a Rainmaker, and I loved it.

  While I adjusted the water, Alfred stepped inside and placed our towels on the small bench just inside the shower. I looked up at him and from that particular angle he seemed even taller. I watched with satisfaction as the muscles of his thighs flexed while he took the two large steps down into the shower with me. He reached out and touched my left cheek lightly, as if he were examining it.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  “Nothing. It’s just that ... the scratch on your cheek....”

  “What about it?”

  “Well, I could have sworn it was still there before, and now it’s already healed.”

  “You’re kidding? I’ve never healed that fast before.”

  Alfred looked puzzled, but quickly brushed off whatever concerns he might have had.

  “Do you feel alright?” he asked.

  “Fine,” I purred seductively as I pulled him close to me.

  “Then I wouldn’t worry about it.” He smiled down at me.

  He leaned forward, as if to kiss me, and I ran my fingers through his hair just as he stepped underneath the water. I felt a rush of desire flood through me and knew what effect my voice would have once I spoke again.

  “The only thing that worries me is whether or not my strength will last long enough to do what I had in mind.”

  Alfred placed his hands around my waist and lifted me, pressing my back against the cool tile. I kissed him with renewed fervor as I wrapped myself around him. I got a better hold on Alfred’s hair and tilted his head back, giving myself better access to his throat.

  I nuzzled at his neck, biting gently along the tender skin near his collar bone.

  “Be gentle,” he whispered.

  I looked up at the smirk he was wearing and replied, “What’s the matter? Have you never been bitten before?”

  “Yes.” He smiled, “but never this bad.”

  I gasped as he pressed against me, reminding me very vividly that I might not be able to take him again so soon.

  Alfred slid me up the wall, so that I was only slightly higher up than he was, and buried his face against my breasts. My breath caught in a strangled gasp as I braced myself against his shoulders. The water fell down Alfred’s back and washed between our bodies. The rush of warm water combined with his hot tongue was more than I could handle.

  I pulled his mouth away from my breast and he gasped, “What’s wrong?”

  “We have all day to take our time,” I panted.

  “Are you trying to say you don’t like foreplay?”

  “I’m trying to say that when I’m starving, I’m not much for appetizers.”

  With those words Alfred loosened his grip on me, allowing my body to slide down the tile, and directly onto him. I moaned as I wrapped myself more tightly around him.

  “Are you alright?” he asked.

  “Will you stop worrying about breaking me?” I teased.

  “I just don’t want to hurt you,” he said softly as he pressed me more firmly against the tile.

  I wrapped my arms around his neck, sliding the front of my wet body along his as I purred, “I’ll let you know if anything hurts.”

  Alfred wrapped his hands around my back and I whispered, “No, let me.”

  I braced my left hand against the wall and held on tightly with my right arm around his neck. Slowly, I began to grind my hips against him as I slid up and down his body.

  My thighs clamped tightly around his hips as I bucked and arched against him.

  “Cazzo,” he panted. (Holy shit.) “I should have come home sooner.”

  “It’s lucky you came when you did,” I nearly growled.

  Alfred laughed as he pressed me back into the tile again.

  “My turn,” he whispered lustfully.

  Alfred seemed to have given up his concern about breaking me and I held on for dear life, thinking that at any minute we were going to crack the tile. It didn’t take much persuasion for me to relinquish what little control I had. Once again, I lost all sense of time and place. I felt myself griping Alfred’s shoulders and my last coherent thought was, “I hope I don’t scratch him too badly.”

  The next thing I knew, water misted across my face and I blinked as it hit my eyelashes. My face was pressed into the curve of Alfred’s neck. I could feel his heartbeat against my forehead and knew by its furious pounding that I hadn’t been out for very long. If it were not for his hold on me, I’m certain I would have fallen.

  “I thought we were going to take a shower,” he mumbled against my hair.

  I laughed weakly as I replied, “That reminds me, what kind of conditioner do you use?”

  The feel of Alfred’s silken hair between my fingers and been sorely missed. I remembered several months ago, before he left, laughing to myself at the thoughts of asking h
im what conditioner he used.

  “What?” he laughed.

  “Well, when you mentioned taking a shower, I remembered I had wanted to know what conditioner you use.” I lifted my head to look at him and found it took a great deal more effort than I had anticipated. “Your hair is always so soft,” I explained.

  He smiled gently and cradled the side of my face with one hand, “Are you alright?”

  “Jackass,” I chuckled as I pushed away from him.

  Alfred held onto my waist as he stepped back enough so that I could slide to the floor. I found it difficult to stand and was relieved when he offered to wash my hair. Alfred turned me to face the water. I leaned forward and propped my hands against the wall while he lathered up my hair. He reached around and handed me a bottle of conditioner. I recognized the bottle as a specialty brand from the local salon.

  “Too good for over the counter products?” I teased.

  “How do you think my hair stays so soft?” he said smoothly.

  I laughed and handed him the bottle. He tilted me back so that my head rested against his chest while he rinsed my hair. I breathed deeply of the familiar scent I had come to associate with Alfred while he applied the conditioner to my hair.

  “I’m exhausted,” I moaned.

  “You’re welcome.” He laughed.

  “Asshole.” I snickered, but I knew I’d had it coming to me.

  Alfred washed me from head to toe and I reclined across the top of the large tile steps while he finished up. It was then that I noticed the bandage on my arm, and decided I should remove it.

  “Oh, I meant to take that off,” Alfred said as I peeled back the tape.

  “It’s alright.”

  But what I saw was not alright. The wounds I had received the night before should not have been healed for another week at least. But considering how deep they were, maybe even a week and a half to be completely healed. All that remained of the vicious bite was faintly pink circles where the large teeth had punctured my skin. The bruising that had been there a few hours ago had now completely faded and it frightened me. I’d never complained about recovering quickly from an injury before. But, this was not normal, even for me.

  “How’s it look?” Alfred asked.

  “It’s healed,” I said quietly.

  He turned back to face me, “What?”

  I held up my forearm so he could see all that remained of the marks.

  “But, that’s not possible,” he breathed.

  Alfred knelt before me in the shower and examined my arm, turning it from side to side with a shocked expression.

  “What did you do exactly while I was gone?” he asked.

  There was no way around it, I was going to have to tell him about Mathias, because what had just happened was not explainable otherwise. I took a deep breath and launched into my story. I said that Kat had wanted to go out, and we’d ended up at Marco’s club, where he had given me this journal.

  “What has a journal got to do with your arm, and why the hell were you talking to Marco Barak?”

  “Will you let me explain first?” I sighed. “Apparently Marco is quite the collector of history and old books. He came across this particular book while he was in London about a year ago.”

  Alfred looked pissed and I knew I needed to get to the point. “How much do you know about the wizard Mathias Alexander?”

  “The Seducer? But what has he...?”

  “He was my great, great grandfather. It was his journal Marco found. That’s why I was talking to him.”

  “The voice of seduction ... , “Alfred mumbled.

  “You’ve heard of it?”

  “It was before my time, but I thought people who mentioned it were just full of shit. You inherited his power?

  How...?”

  I proceeded to explain to Alfred as best I could everything that had transpired between Mathias and myself.

  “So, how did he know to give the journal to you?”

  “It told him to.”

  “It what?”

  As I tried my best to explain about how the journal worked, I could feel myself beginning to lose focus. I must have looked bad because Alfred knew with a glance that I was growing faint.

  “Come on,” he scooped me up. “You can tell me the rest later. You need to eat something.”

  I rested my head against Alfred’s shoulder while he dried us both and wrapped me in his dark brown bathrobe. He carried me to the bed and I sprawled face down across the comforter. I lay there while Alfred went to get something from the kitchen. It had been nearly eighteen hours since I’d had anything to eat. With my metabolism, it was a miracle that I hadn’t already become nauseous.

  He brought back a bowl of cherries, and I nibbled at the fruit while he dried my hair.

  “So, what do you think the voice has to do with you healing so quickly?”

  “I don’t know. I’ll have to ask him.”

  “Ask him? You’re going to ask a dead wizard for advice?”

  “Sure,” I shrugged. “I do it all the time.”

  I explained to Alfred that no matter what page I turned to, the journal had a way of answering my questions.

  “I had no idea,” he said. “Alexander really was as powerful as everyone said. He must have seen your whole life to be able to answer your every question.”

  “That’s the conclusion I’ve come to.”

  “Will you tell Jacob?” he asked as he put the blow dryer away.

  “I don’t think so. There’s no reason in particular that I’ve been keeping it to myself. I just don’t particularly want everyone to know.”

  “So, who does know?”

  “You and Kat. Oh, and Marco because he found the journal first.”

  I left Richard out since he and Alfred didn’t get along too well. It wasn’t likely they would have a conversation about Mathias or anything else. Besides, any secret I had was safe with Richard.

  “Did it speak to him, other than to say he needed to give the book to you?”

  “It did, but I don’t know what Mathias said. When I asked him he told me that what he had to share with me would never be seen by anyone else, no matter how many times they read his journal.”

  “Fascinating,” he replied as he started looking through the cherries.

  “What are you doing?”

  “Looking for a cherry.”

  “Alfred, they’re all cherries,” I said sarcastically.

  “I don’t like them too ripe,” he said with a smirk.

  “Are you trying to say that you don’t like old cherries?”

  He just laughed.

  “I would ask to see the journal, but I don’t suppose it would do me any good. And what exactly do you mean when you say you asked him? He is dead, isn’t he?”

  “Not completely, no. When his power was transferred to me, he became a part of me.”

  “Run that past me again.”

  “A part of his consciousness still lives somewhere in the back of my mind and I can contact him through meditation.”

  I expected Alfred to tell me I was schizophrenic and that the voice in my head couldn’t possibly be a long dead ancestor. Instead, he just nodded thoughtfully and kept looking for the perfect cherry.

  “The ones with the lighter color are still crunchy,” I informed him.

  “Isn’t this supposed to be where you tell me something ridiculously obscene, like the darker the berry, the sweeter the juice?” he laughed.

  “Nah, I figured that line was too cliché.”

  “How do you feel?”

  “Tired.” I yawned.

  He sat the bowl with its few remaining cherries on the table by the bed and stretched back across the pillows.

  “Come here,” he said softly.

  I snuggled against Alfred’s side and would have fallen instantly asleep, except for the fact that he kept talking.

  “I wouldn’t worry about your arm,” he said.

  “Hmm?” I mumbled sleepily.


  “Your arm. Whatever happened can’t be bad. I mean, we’re both unharmed.”

  “That sounds reasonable.” I yawned loudly.

  “I know you’re fading fast,” Alfred said as he tousled my hair, “But I wanted to tell you not to worry about contacting Mathias Alexander, or anyone else for a few days.”

  “A few days?”

  “Yes. I wasn’t kidding when I said that to Kathryn. There’s nothing either of us needs to do that can’t wait for a few days.”

  “I feel like I could sleep for a few days.” I yawned again.

  “Then I won’t keep you awake any longer, cara mia,” he whispered as he kissed the top of my head.

  “Good, cause I was just about to tell you to shut up.” I sighed.

  “Sono il tuo schiavo,” he drawled. (I am your slave.)

  “Promises, promises,” I teased.

  Chapter Eleven

  I slept more soundly over the next few hours than I had in weeks. In Alfred’s embrace I found a peace I had been missing and a comfort that I had longed for. As I woke to the sound of his heartbeat underneath my ear I sighed contentedly. I had almost forgotten how safe I felt when I was with Alfred. He was my refuge. If I had a protector it was Alfred, not Marco, or Bade, or anyone else. No matter how much I regretted any pain I might have caused Marco, I was not his to protect. I belonged to Alfred. I suppose I always had. His hair was the ebony silk that I remembered and I watched as it slipped from my fingertips. I was afraid things would change between us, but I didn’t feel any different watching him sleep that afternoon.

  Alfred had come into my life when I was only ten years old. I realized that day that I didn’t feel different, because I had always adored him. He had been kind to the child that I was and tender with the woman I had become. It seemed only natural that he should be my lover. Maybe everyone in town had been on to something after all.

  In the few moments before he awoke I reflected back on the events of the morning. Being with Alfred was incredible.

  The thrill of a first experience combined with that comfortable feeling of an old lover who knows you so well. It was the best sex I’d ever had.

  He was the only person I trusted completely with my well being, other than my father. But there were still some things I kept to myself. It wasn’t that Alfred was untrustworthy. I just didn’t want to change the way he looked at me. I’d never had a gentleman look at me the way Alfred did and I didn’t want to ruin it. Truthfully, I’d never met another gentleman, except maybe Richard.