by Anna Santos
“Anastasia, what the hell did you do?” Ewan asked, extremely upset. His eyes flickered with darkness.
“Are you going to believe her instead of me?” Anastasia asked, with widened eyes and high-pitched voice.
I wanted to laugh really hard when he sped to her and grabbed her by her arms, menacingly. His voice cold and stern as he spoke. “Don’t play with me. I know you too well. Sarah wouldn’t lie about something so serious. I warned you to stay away from her!”
“You said nothing about her friends,” she retorted, pushing him away. I could just slap her until she was a pool of mud, but I stood quiet, watching the show. “You are hurting me,” she complained with a sobbing face. “I liked him. I went there to play, but things got out of hand.”
I silenced my need to call her a liar and other nasty names. I clenched my teeth and tried to look helpless and sad. However, I wasn’t going to let her get away with her lies. “How did you even know where he lived?” I asked. “You barely spoke. Sebastien is dating Francesca.”
Anastasia was going to speak again, however, Ewan stopped her. “Anastasia, go to your room right now,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her away. She obeyed like the good sheep she was, even if she was fuming while walking away. She realized that her plan hadn’t worked as well as she had envisioned.
“Why would she do something like that to Sebastien?” I asked Ewan. He seemed troubled by Anastasia’s actions. “He didn’t do anything wrong to her.” My voice trembled with real emotion, because I was really feeling sad for him. I had to enthrall Francesca so their relationship wouldn’t end because of Anastasia.
Even though Ewan looked mad, he came to me and hugged me against his chest. He smelled like candy. “Are you sure it was her?”
“Francesca saw them and Sebastien had puncture marks in his neck. It was really creepy.”
“Everything will be okay,” he whispered, kissing the top of my head. He was tense, though. I was tense, too. I wanted to bite him, it was insane the hunger I felt right then. However, I had to stay in character.
“I didn’t know where else to go,” I sobbed. “I was scared and I—didn’t know if you—knew what she had done. Do you kill people for blood?”
“Of course not. It wouldn’t be really wise of us. The hunters would be all over here, chasing us and we would have to—leave,” he muttered the last word, probably understanding something about Anastasia’s actions. His words also clarified the situation to me. They would have to leave, and I would be left behind. She was trying to send me a message and to make Ewan run away with her. The clever vixen! Too bad I ruined her plan.
“Is she trying to make us break up?” I asked, after a moment in silence, so he could think about what Anastasia had done, and so I could add a bit more venom. “Why doesn’t she like me? I’ve done nothing to her and now she is coming after my friends!”
“Sometimes, she acts like a spoiled child,” he declared, gently rubbing the nape of my neck to calm me down. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital to check on Sebastien?”
“I don’t know. Francesca is there with him. There’s nothing I can do,” I explained, sighing deeply, so I could tame my fake tears. “I’m scared.”
“Why?”
“What if she tries to kill me, too? I don’t think she wants us together, so we should probably just—stop seeing each other,” I suggested, leaving his arms and stepping back to wipe my tears. “After all, I’m just human. She can kill me if she wants, and there is nothing I can do about it. So, I think, we should just stay away.”
Ewan’s eyes were static on me for a while. It gave me the creeps. It was like he was seeing a ghost or just plotting something really terrible.
“You were really brave to come here to tell me all this.”
“I didn’t know you two were living together,” I said, looking around, staring at the door of her bedroom and then at his naked torso. “I think—I’m falling without a parachute into the middle of something that I can’t quite figure out.”
“What are you saying?” He incited me to speak my mind, but I wasn’t going to give it to him on a silver platter.
“You live together, you have a weird bond, and you are both immortal and—vampires. And now she—tries to kill one of my friends, and she acts like she is innocent. She is clearly marking her territory. I don’t know what twisted relationship you two have, but I don’t want to be part of it,” I declared, stepping back to the door. “I should probably go.”
He sped his way to me and placed his two hands over my arms. I was startled, and I gasped with fear. I just wanted to run away from there. I wanted to leave, and I wanted to find a plausible excuse to get out of his life and never see him again.
“Anastasia doesn’t own me. And I want you,” he said and I stood frozen, staring at his cold, blue eyes and trying to understand his words. “I want you, Sarah.”
“Maybe wanting is not enough,” I reasoned.
“I can give you immortality. I can show you things that you have never seen. I can make your wildest dreams come true.”
I stared at him, puzzled. He was offering me immortality to make me change my mind. He knew that a fang-lover like my fictitious personality had the wish of becoming a vampire, so his offer would look tempting and difficult to refuse. Before I could say yes or no, he crashed his lips against mine, and I tried to fight him. It was instinct, I just pushed him back, escaping from his kiss. He wasn’t going to get his way so easily, and the last thing I wanted was to kiss him right then.
“Sebastien was almost dead because of us. Do you really think that I’m going to let this slide? Your daughter” I air quoted, “tried to kill one of my friends. What do you think she will do to me?”
“Anastasia will be gone from our lives. I won’t let her do anything against you,” he said, bringing me closer. “I want you so much, Sarah. Please, don’t leave me. I can’t stand being alone again.”
“I don’t want to leave you. But—I’m confused and—we should talk tomorrow. Yes, that’s it. We’ll talk tomorrow. After I find out how Sebastien is, if he made it through the night or not,” I added, getting away from his arms. “Meanwhile, you should talk to Anastasia. She lied. She is not nice at all, Ewan.”
“Okay,” he nodded, going for a last kiss. I let him kiss me, because it was the wise decision to make since I still needed to pretend that I was into him.
“My heart skips a beat every time I kiss you,” I mumbled against his lips, caressing his hair then breaking our kiss so I could leave.
I was leaving him begging for more and that was how it should be. I could see the disappointment on his face, the yearning. It was almost enticing me to go back into his arms and continue what I was doing. I bit my lower lip hard, before I grabbed the door behind my back, and I made an effort to leave that place. Then I tried to walk normally to the elevator; focusing on the floor, hoping that he wouldn’t come outside to get me and bring me inside again. Hoping that he would go inside Anastasia’s room and all hell would break loose. She had been a bad, bad girl, she was going to be punished, for sure. I smiled at the thought.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Hot purging shower
I ARRIVED HOME, after coming from the hospital, and keeping Francesca company. She was sad and worried, but Sebastien was fine. They had given him blood transfusions and he was resting, sleeping peacefully. I just hoped that he wouldn’t have bad dreams about it. I had enthralled him to forget, but his subconscious still had the memory in it, it was just deep down, away from his conscious self but ready to lurk inside his dreams.
I was beat and tired. I could barely take off my clothes when I got under the shower for the merited purging. A lot of events were heavy on my mind: Ewan’s words, Galvin’s proposal, my resolution on giving up my revenge, Anastasia’s sick game, and my friends’ lives at stake.
“Violet.” Galvin’s voice woke me up from my thoughts. It also startled me because I wasn’t expecting to have c
ompany.
I opened my eyes and stared outside the shower door. He was staring at my wet, naked body, his eyes roaming over me. I felt vulnerable and aroused at the same time. He looked hot in his dark jeans and blue sweatshirt. The water was still falling over me, but I was already clean. I was just enjoying the warmth and the relaxing sensation.
“I heard what happened,” he resumed his speech, concentrated on my breasts. “Are you okay?”
“Just tired,” I answered, turning off the water, and opening the door to give him a better look of my wet and naked body. I smirked when I noticed that his jeans were getting tighter in his crotch. “Do you like what you see?” I teased him and went for the towel.
“Yes, you know I do.” Galvin stopped me from reaching the towel and leaned me against his torso, smacking his mouth against mine, and wetting himself in the process.
His kiss was demanding, and I was glad that he was holding me, or I would have just fallen back on the floor. He moaned so huskily and he held me so tight, that I lost myself in his arms and let things just happen. It was not like I wasn’t thinking about him all that time. And it was not like I didn’t want him to kiss me and take me in his arms like that. After such a painful night, it was nice to have him there to hold and to kiss.
“It’s getting dangerous,” he mumbled, stopping the kiss and caressing the wet hair away of my face. “You should have contacted me the moment you saw that kid fighting for his life.”
“I knew what I was doing. I saved his life,” I said to him. He kissed my forehead.
“I know, I just—get really worried about losing you. I love you so much, Vi.” His voice was aching, laced with longing and love, but also sadness and fear.
“You shouldn’t be here. Ewan may come to my house to check on me, or to ask about Sebastien.”
His eyes lost their shine, and I realized I shouldn’t have said that. He was worried about me, he was putting his heart out, and I was being insensitive. I pursed my lips in shame, and I placed my hands over his face.
“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have said that. I love you, too,” I said, kissing him to prove my point. “I’m really glad you’re here. I’ve missed you and I’m really happy that you came to see me. And I’m getting your clothes all wet.”
“They’ll dry when I take them off to make love to you,” he said against my mouth. I smiled at his words. He held me tighter, our bodies melting together, his hands trailing circles behind my back. “Unless you want me to leave.”
“Don’t be mean. I just spoke without thinking, but you can relax,” I said, noticing that he was everything but relaxed. He was tense and he was sad, he was a rollercoaster of emotions that were making me shiver and worry. Was it my fault? “What can I say to make you feel better?”
“I’m okay,” he mumbled, placing a kiss on my neck. “I’m always fine when I’m kissing and holding you.”
“I know you,” I retorted. “You are not okay.”
“I’ll be fine when all this is over, and we get out of this place. You are moving to my home, remember?” I remembered, but I wasn’t ready to leave, because of all that had happened. “You have changed your mind. I also know you, Vi,” he declared, noticing my pensive eyes. “I was afraid of that.”
“I want Anastasia’s head. She’s evil and I can’t live knowing she is alive and hurting others.”
“And Ewan, you don’t want him dead anymore?”
“I couldn’t care less about him right now. I just want to make Anastasia pay for what she did to Francesca and Sebastien. She made Francesca think Sebastien was cheating on her, and she drank enough blood to make sure he died if he wasn’t helped in time.”
“You don’t know if Sebastien was one of her lovers, or if she was just having fun with him. We don’t know anything. We don’t even know what your blood will do to him.” He grabbed a towel and helped me dry my hair.
“What are you saying?”
“We are going to remove him from the hospital to run some tests, and see what the blood you gave him to save him will do to his mortal body.”
“And Francesca?”
“She will be notified, and we’ll bring the kid back home, but we need to run some tests. You are different, you are no longer a human nor a vampire. We are afraid of the secondary affects.” Once I was dried, he threw the towel away, and wrapped me inside his embrace.
“Do you think I can turn him into a vampire if he died even for a moment?”
“Maybe a new type of vampire, it could happen. Or it just healed him, and it disappeared from his bloodstream and he will be fine and normal.”
“I didn’t think about it,” I mumbled, taken aback by his words.
“You did what you had to. Don’t worry about it,” he said, kissing my cheeks. “Now, why are we talking about work when we could be kissing and having fun together?”
“I don’t know,” I replied, smirking at him and caressing his hair. I took my time watching how gorgeous he was, how his eyes were crystal blue and his mouth was perfect and plump.
“What?” He dared me to share my thoughts with him.
“You are extremely good-looking.”
“Just that? Tell me something I don’t know.”
“You are so cocky sometimes!” I laughed with his words and messed with his hair. “Now be a nice boyfriend and kiss me. Take me to bed and make this bad day go away.”
“Just tell me what you want me to do to you and I’ll do it,” he mumbled, gliding his hands down my hips and grinding our waists together.
“You want me to talk dirty to you,” I teased, gripping his neck harder when his hand slid under my butt and was placed between my legs. A moan left my mouth when his middle finger glided his way from my entrance to my clit and came back again, before entering my wet core.
“I love how you get all ready for me when we touch,” he teased back, but I was barely listening to what he was saying. It was so good, that I wished he’d put another finger in, or just forget all about the fingers, and let me have him fast and savagely against the wall.
“That’s because you always know how to touch me and where to touch me. Besides, it’s always so perfect, I get wet in anticipation,” I said against his ear, nibbling it and moving my hips against his hand. “Now give it to me nice and hard.”
“No foreplay, Vi?”
“Just staring at you and feeling your hard cock against my body is foreplay enough,” I answered, watching how he smirked and how his lips searched for my mouth.
His finger left my insides, leaving an aching feeling of need behind. His hands held my hips and then he took me in his arms, bridal style, and walked to the bedroom. He placed me on the bed, trying not to break our hungry kiss, while he was trying to open his pants and my hands were doing the same. His jeans finally slid down his legs and he caught his breath so he could take off his sweatshirt and free his feet from the jeans. He climbed on the bed, staring at me as if I were his prey. I watched him approach with hunger and expectation.
“You have no idea how difficult it is to go a whole day without being able to kiss, touch and get inside you,” he mumbled against my thighs, kissing and making the heat grow stronger.
“Hard, you mean,” I teased him, giggling with his kisses.
“Hard, extremely hard. It’s not like I just think about fucking you,” he argued, trailing kisses up my legs, prolonging them on my crotch and licking my belly button. “I just function better after and during,” he said, kissing my breasts, licking my nipples, and making me arch my body in pleasure.
I tried not to laugh at his words, but it was pointless. Nevertheless, his lips on my body were enough excuse to keep my eyes shut and enjoy the pleasure. “So what are you going to do about it?” I asked, fisting my hands to the comforter.
“I’ll just fuck you until we can’t move from exhaustion,” he said, pulling his boxers down, and using his hand to place his cock against my entrance and plunging it inside.
“Oh yes,” I
gasped, spreading my legs so he could go deeper. “Faster,” I begged, moving my hips to meet his movements against me. I was so wet and he was so hard that I was being sent into a fast tailspin toward an orgasm.
“Damn it, Violet,” he grunted against one of my breasts, squeezing it in his hand and holding on to my hip, so he could keep thrusting his cock in and out of my pussy. “You are making it impossible for me to want to live without you,” he sighed, plunging deep and making me arch my back, offering my breasts to his mouth and my entire body for him to take. I was quivering with multiple orgasms, gasping and inciting him to keep moving, keep making me come, jerking and tightening him inside me. He released his own orgasm in waves of moans, thrusting, throbbing, and gasping for more.
We stared at each other for a moment, silent. We just stared, grateful for having each other. I softly caressed his face and claimed a kiss from his gorgeous mouth. He hadn’t moved out of me and after a bit of soft rubbing, he was hard again. My hips swayed, begging for more.
I memorized his face and the way his eyes glowed with love and lust. I noticed his expression, taking pleasure in our movements. It was as if I was high on something and not missing anything. He was all that I wanted there with me. No yearning for anyone else. No imagining that it was Ewan instead. No, my mind was set on him and only him.
“Where have you been all my life?” I asked him, trying to make him smile.
“Watching you suffer for someone else,” he replied. I rolled my eyes then I closed them; feeling him really deep in me, moving softly and sending waves of pleasure up and down my body. I wanted to suck in air and hold my breath, until I floated from my body and burst into flames. It was so good, that it scratched the edge of insanity and my body was tensing in expectation for another sweet release.
“You could have told me sooner,” I reasoned with him.
“I could have, but I was afraid that you wouldn’t want me.”
“So, you had to—to jealous of him to make your move,” I gasped, finding impossible to keep talking. He drowned his head in the crook of my neck and nibbled it hard, plastering his body against mine, flattening my breasts and grinding our pelvis’s harder. I muffled a scream with the nibbling and the deep thrust, tension taking over my body, and fire blazing my skin. It was so good that I was afraid I would faint.