Will opened her eyes and gazed at him again. He was still looking out the window. What did she say? Hi Ben, I can’t remember much about last night, I’m not saying I had to be drunk to shag you but …. or you had to be drunk to shag me but… Jesus this was the pits.
How about she just start off with ‘I apologise’ and see where that took them?
She internally groaned. Whatever the fuck that was but she felt sure she needed to for something and that was worrying because she couldn’t remember.
Or maybe go with ‘great time last night, really had fun but let’s not do that again, I don’t want to deal with your mother.’ Because let’s face it, there’s is NO sick note that is going to make this okay.
Jailbait kept rolling around in her mind. He wasn’t jailbait, she argued with herself. He looked early 30s and she was acting nuts. Yeah, her mind then scoffed, but how old are you?
Internally she was now weeping. Will took a deep breath. She hated it when her brain was right… Maybe she should just own it and try for normal and see where that leads. A good shag never gave her this in the mornings. A little soreness if she was lucky and not a complete waste of time but aching all over? Never. It had been a while but even so. Did he have special skills? He was that big all over…. No! Not going there.
“That’s….” She tried for moisture, her voice not quite there as he turned to look at her. Was that relief? “a lot of thinking …for one man.” Her voice croaked and he quickly passed her some water. “Thanks.” She eyed him up. Really not sure what to say about his nakedness. “Going… for a swim or is mature Ben10 contemplating what special skills he has?” She blurted and wiggled her eyebrows. Comic default was not helping but it was all she had.
He’d been sitting in his shorts all this time just waiting. It had been hours. The longer she remained breathing, the more hope and despair he seemed to have in equal measure.
He gave her a smile but couldn’t feel any joy in it.
Will held in her sorrow. Shit. He didn’t look happy. She pulled up her big girl pants and embraced her bad. “So, not hard… to figure out something happened. Just hope the cops…. aren’t involved and I didn’t break any laws. At least you’re over the age of consent, right?” she mumbled off.
Consent for what he wondered. Then he figured it out. She thought she’d plied him with drink, and they’d ended up in bed. She looked upset and unsure. He smiled genuinely this time.
“I spent the night hard as rock next to a naked lady. Not a bad night’s work.” He told her.
She couldn’t look at him. “O my God. I need help.”
She couldn’t look at him. This was the worst. Way worse than that time in Dixys when she’d got blind drunk, stood on the table and started to strip rodeo, it wasn’t even a stripping song!
He started laughing. Had she said that out loud again? She looked over tentatively, his eyes were alight with mirth and pain racked through her body. She grimaced.
“Did I break every bone in my body lap dancing the high wire acting or something?”
He lent forward and took her hand. Even in pain she was a delight. “I have something to tell you and I don’t want you to freak out.”
“Your married and I’m sluttier than I thought?”
He shook his head holding back another smile. “No and if I was, that would have been on me not you.”
She gave a little nod. Okay she was good with that.
She waited. His hand felt nice and he slid his fingers between her own holding tight. That was nice too. He was still way too young for her but right at that moment, she didn’t care.
“First off, we didn’t get drunk last night, didn’t have sex.”
“Oooo. Thank the fuck for that!”
Her whole body cried out in joy as a huge pressure lifted from her. It just slipped out. She couldn’t help it. Her other hand slapped over her mouth and pain racked down her arm.
He bellowed out laughing. That wasn’t right. That seemed wrong somehow. Shouldn’t she be wanting sex with Mr Sizzling? Getting her inner Cougar on? She blew out a breath.
“Okay, I can cope with whatever this is now.”
She dropped her arm as his fingers tightened on her other hand. Or maybe not…
“Not many women would be relieved I’d not fucked them Darcy, I’m quite the catch.” He told her stroking her hand.
“Is that a trick question?”
He grinned. “Do you remember when you found me? Cut and broken rolling into the road?
She frowned. “How could I forget.”
“Okay. Well I was pretty much covered in my own blood, leaking from several places, you helped me, protected me and cared for me. For which I thank you. I’m sure you saved my life that day.”
Will looked at him. She remembered all that. He looked completely healed now. No plaster on his arm or leg and no sign of those stab wounds or the facial injuries. She remembered the image of him coming into her guest house, standing inside the doorway looking whole. No injury in sight. Had long had she been out? Had she been in a coma?
“Do you remember you wanted to take me to a hospital but that was too far and wouldn’t have been safe and seriously complicated things. I used your phone to call my people who were in the area looking for me, your place was nearer. You took me there and it was just as well. It had a safe room and that probably saved our lives when we were attacked by those same people that took me in the first place.”
“I remember. Billy did us a solid.”
Bennet wanted to tug her to him but held back. “He did. You fed and gave me water, tended to my wounds, kept me warm and you cleaned me up. Do you remember that?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. I was drained, tired. Near exhaustion, on fumes really. I ate and drank what you gave me. While tending me, you caught my broken arm by accident seeing to the wound around my neck, I jumped a little and you smashed your face into my collier bone catching some of my blood in the process. You wiped it off and carried on and neither of us thought much of it.”
“Yeah I remember. Then you said they were there, and we hid in the safe room.”
Will hissed as pain fired up from her toes to her head. Shit. That hurt.
“My blood,” he pulled her back from the pain. “Somehow some got inside you. Maybe it was on your lips and you unconsciously licked them or on your tongue the result was the same. It, affected you.”
“What?”
And here it was. “What I’m going to tell you is a secret kept from most of the world. I’m not crazy and nor are you. We…. My people, don’t share our blood with humans Darcy. Not in a thousand years has that been the practice. It’s dangerous. It kills most people when we do, human or Kindred. Few survive if not the right geno link. Doc thinks that you took so little of my blood that it took time to take hold. Gave your body a chance to deal with it and without my influence around you it just, ticked away gaining a hold, getting stronger and then I turned up because my men told me you were ill…”
“You’re talking English but I don’t understand.”
He just stared at her and rubbed his thumb over the back of her hand. He was so handsome. Too handsome…. Images of the other men she’d seen came to mind. They were handsome too. He wasn’t marked from his injuries and they were pretty life threatening. He was spouting things like ‘blood’ and ‘thousands of years,’ ‘human,’ ‘Kindred’. She was lost. She didn’t get the feeling that he was lying to her. He believed what he was telling her.
“And what?” she asked scared to ask.
“It fired up the change.”
Pain started to roll through her now. “The change? What did you do….?” she whispered. Everything seemed so loud.
“I did what I had to do to save your life. Without it, you’d have died within a couple of hours. I gave your body what it needed. My blood to complete the bond. You survived it so that was good.”
“You gave me your…. Blood?” What the fuck was going on? She pulled her hand away and mo
ved. Every part of her body lit up in pain. She cried out panting with the pain.
“Stop moving, you’ll bring it on faster.”
She stopped, closing her eyes. The light seemed to bright. “If you did that why am I now racked with more pain?”
“That was only half the bond. You still need the other half to survive this. The other half is intimate, but I wanted to give you the choice. I couldn’t with the blood you were too far gone, we didn’t understand what this was until it was nearly too late.”
She was starting to sweat. He could see it. Her joints were pulling in tight against it. He needed to hurry this along before she was mindless with pain once more. He let go of her hand and paced. He had to just tell her.
“The mating bond is something we do rarely even with our own kind. Very rarely. The bond alone without a mating bond is easy, the mating bit, not so much.
“It’s often more political, than sexual and sexual without much interest in it. Fucking is fucking. I’ve been in negotiations for decades with another family for a bond with the right family of the right house and the right allegiance, to the point of being very close to completing one. Obviously, that isn’t you.
“It’s practically unheard of any more for a human to take part in this ritual. It ties you to the other person. You will feel them inside of you. Know when they are close or far. They need to feed you regularly. They will know your emotions, your fears and worries and equally your joys and visa-versa. The emotions are strong, driving the bond to replenish regularly. For some humans that is too much, few survive its effects. Being Craven, having the geno that makes even a bit of this possible is rare in humans, being taken as a bonding mate and chosen is rarer still.”
He stopped and faced her. She looked baffled and shocked at the same time.
“Bonding only requires a blood exchange. A bonding mate; comes in two parts. You’ve had the blood. The second part requires sex to complete it.”
Now the shock took on the bigger part of her face and he kept going before his nerve gave out.
“I want to give you the choice. I couldn’t before you were already lost to the need. The blood has held the second part off so far, but you are feeling its desire to complete the mating bond. That’s the pain you are experiencing. It will drive us until your juices and my cum are saturated in both of us. That means a lot of fucking Darcy, generally it takes place over several days and the couple are sequestered away for privacy until the mating fever is over. It can get…. very intense, before it’s over. The male beyond possessive. They call it Craven because for a time, you are out of your mind, craving the person who’s blood calls to you.”
Will blinked and wondered if she’d stepped into crazy town. This had to be a joke. She was still dreaming, had to be. Only her body hurt. The pain was increasing. What he’d said seemed a joke, but he wasn’t laughing. He looked earnest. She looked around the room. Was she on Candid Camera? Or Look What Happens Next?
This gorgeous, stunning man, everything a woman could dream of, was telling her he’d have to fuck her a lot, over several days to heal her and was asking her permission? What illness was this and could she sell it?
She moaned what was she thinking!
He even smelt good. Damn him. Her girly bits were sobbing.
“I… don’t understand Ben. It hurts and that’s real enough and I get what you’re saying, well some of it anyway but it doesn’t seem real. Why can’t we just have the bond bit. That’s already done.”
He shook his head. “Part of me wanted you too much Darcy, I’m sorry, it went the whole hog and claimed you. A bonded mating. You’re Chosen. It means we need to do both to complete it.”
“We can’t you’re too young for me, I’m too old for you, whatever way you want to look at it. And there’s no way you want to be saddled with me not on the level you just explained, particularly when women around the world will be crying out right now at the loss. No. That’s just wrong. There has to be another way if this is what you say it is.”
He moved to the bed and pulled back the covers. She tried to cover herself up and he stopped her. “Don’t, he told her gently. His hand went to her forehead. “You’re already burning up. It’s the craving taking hold.”
“Why would you do this?”
“You saved me. I would not be here otherwise.”
“That’s….. not a good enough reason to chain yourself to someone.” She cried out as a shock of pain so sharp, pierced her stomach that she nearly blacked out.
Bennet slipped into the bed. They were running out of time. He took her face in his hands and kissed her. His tongue in her mouth, his saliva joining with hers would help. He kissed her for all he was worth and pulled back gazing into her eyes.
“Feels better doesn’t it?” he asked softly.
She tried not to sob and nodded, her body started to shake. “That…. could just be the tongue?” she tried to laugh it off and failed.
He brushed her cheek with his thumb. “I’m sorry. I’ve been as honest as I can be. What is your decision Darcy. Live or die?” His beast roared. She would not die. He would not let it happen. Bennet took her or he would.
She knew he was holding himself back. Waiting. Giving her a choice. He was rock hard, she couldn’t miss it.
He wanted her on some level and that made her feel better. It wasn’t just all her. He wasn’t doing something completely against his will but the situation was still forcing his hand and she didn’t like it.
For a moment she wondered if anyone would be crazy enough to make this shit up.
Fuck a stranger or you’re dead? She felt like laughing and if the pain hadn’t been so bad she would have. No. She didn’t believe that for a minute. No one would do that. Bennet? Definitely not. Why would he? He had nothing to gain from it and could have any woman he wanted, wherever, whoever he wanted. It was all too weird, and well, when it came down to it, she believed him.
Her body was pulsing with so much need it hurt. Him touching her had helped, the kiss had been a reprieve of sorts now it was back full force. The heat of her need generated so great she’d never experienced anything like it. Her clit sent a shock wave rolling through her and she cried out.
Decision made. She wanted to live. The rest they could sort out after. Reaching out to grasp his hand wasn’t easy. Her body was tightening up. She slid it down her body, inside her slit and sighed as he caressed her.
“Dirty…. Dancing…. was never like this. I want to live.”
Forth
He brushed his lips across hers. “I would wish this to be different but it’s too late now. You need to hear me Darcy. Your body is already starting to shut down. That’s why your words are difficult, and your body is having a hard time moving. We need to act fast. I’m going to make you come. The orgasm will help your body start to respond. Breath in deep around me as much as you can, that will also help your system to come back online. You also need my cum on you and in you, so your body can absorb it, make it part of your chemistry, binding you with it so the craving takes over the shutdown. The easiest way is if you drink it. Do you understand? I do not what to take an unresponsive woman Darcy, it would feel like a violation and I cannot do that, so help me out here.”
She understood. “I don’t …..think I can Ben. Foggy…”
“I’ll do what you need, I just need you to open when I say okay? Stay with me. Concentrate on what I’m doing. The more engaged you are, the easier it will be.”
Bennet pulled off his boxers and kneeled over her. His hand went back to between her nether lips and massaged her clit. In time with his movements on her clit, he pumped his cock. Already hard, it wouldn’t take long. His fingers circled her entrance as his thumb circled her clit. He bent over her and his mouth played with her nipple sucking and nipping while his tongue teased. Her body shuddered coming back to life. Bennet worked her clit harder and slipped a finger inside her.
Hot, wet and tight. He held back his own moan as he pumped his cock fas
ter.
“You’re beautiful Darcy.”
Her breathing hitched and became more laboured, her sheaf rippled around his finger, her need rising. Sliding in two fingers he stretched her and began to pump into her. The timing perfect, both his hands working together. He could feel her body starting to respond. Her lower body moved slightly against his hand. Her breathing became tight and shallow, his balls tightened and rose into his body ready for release.
Darcy whimpered under him, her need to come clear. He worked at her harder and faster, taking her nipple into his mouth he nipped at it, held it between his teeth and lathered it and she exploded. Riding it out for as long as possible. His other hand still working his cock ready to explode himself.
He released her and moved up her body quickly. Her eyes were flickering, consumed with the receding orgasm. It wouldn’t be enough, her body would burn through it quickly.
“Look at me Darcy.” Her eyes came to his. “I need you to open for me. Need you to swallow.”
He lifted her head a little with one hand as she opened her mouth. He pumped hard and quick, feeling his seed ready to burst free. His beast rose within him, wanted to be part of the claiming. He increased the pressure and let go. The head of his cock slipped passed her lips and he gently pushed forward when what he really wanted to do what thrust in deep. It was the last thought he had before he was gushing into her mouth holding her head tightly.
“Drink my mate. Drink.”
The euphoria of his realise higher than anything before. He braced himself next to her pillow while he spilled. Her mouth around his cock a picture he’ll never forget. His pulsing seed spurting hotly down her throat as he watched her swallow. Nothing had been so erotic. His beast roared at the sight and receded.
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