by Zara Zenia
"How many times have you sucked dick since we first met?" I ask her.
That makes her look away in a shy way. It's easy to tell that she's just playing coy though. The mischievous grin on her face betrays the truth about it. About how much she loves being shared around like this.
"Don't be shy," I tell her. "Admit that you love it."
"I think you love the idea of me being with other guys too," she replies, eyeing me. "That is actually a big turn on for you, isn’t it." She gives my dick one last suck and then slides up to meet my eye level. "I'll tell you another secret," she whispers in my ear. "I've really missed you, Wayne."
I flip us again and slide on top of her and take her missionary style. That's the only way I can think to do it. It's the way for me to see those gorgeous eyes in the dim light of my bedroom, with just my bedside lamp lighting the area. Her crystal greens shine in the light. When she opens them to look up at me, moaning and releasing heated gushes of air between sounds of pleasure.
"That feels so good," she says.
I know it does. Still, I could never get tired of hearing her tell me that.
"I just want to make you feel good," I promise her, slowing thrusting my hips up into her. The movement of my body on top of her makes her move up toward the head of my bed too. She tries to brace herself against the gentle impact by placing her arms above her and pushing down against me. It creates an extra deepness that feels incredible around my thick shaft. She's so fucking wet too.
"Do you want to ride me?" I ask her.
She emphatically nods and we switch positions as I lay on my back to let her climb on. There's a big wet spot all around her inner thighs. I'm sure if I went down there I'd see her literally dripping with juices. The smell of our fucking is exciting.
"Mmmmmm," she moans as she gets on top and start to slowly ride my cock. It's not long before she picks up the pace though, gyrating and pushing herself down to take my entire length. I let her do all the work while I look up at her naked form above me. The lamp's light accentuates her curves in a divine way, sweat slowly beading on the tops of her breasts and dip of her hips. She's starting to breath more heavily now as the task of bouncing up and down on my dick begins to tax her. That pretty red hair is darker now around her brow, slick with sweat, clinging to her soft pale skin from the work of riding me.
I decide to take some of the brunt of the task, putting my knees up and letting her ass rest on my thighs. I begin to jackhammer her, holding onto her hips to get purchase and keep her steady.
"Oh shit!" she calls out, as she wasn't expecting me to suddenly do that.
"You like that?" I ask, knowing the answer already but wanting to hear her say it on my command.
"Yes, yes! That's so fucking good!" she replies, panting. Unlike my breath which is controlled, steady breathing. I'm in good physical shape and I know it. She seems to love that I can pound her like this. I know I must be her favorite—or that's what I'm going to let myself think. The other guys have all fucked her, and I love thinking about that. But I have to know I'm the best, there's no other way.
"Say my name," I tell her while I hammer up into her sweet little cunt. The thoughts of my inner beast being released are strong now. "Say my fucking name," I say again, since she is too busy enjoying herself and trying to get her breath the first time.
"Wayne!" she shouts out, head tilted back in pleasure.
I'm sure her eyes must be rolling back in her head from how fucking great this feels. I finish inside of her, happy that my come is going to work its way into her body now. That makes her mine, my mate. I'm one of four, but I am still one of hers.
As Stephanie finally starts to come, she rubs her breasts and squeezes the area around her nipples. She grabs them and moans, urging me to keep fucking. "Keep going, keep going!" she tells me. I comply, happy to please this amazing woman, this sexual goddess who's naked on top of me. After she finishes—a very big finish that makes me horny all over again watching—she tells me, “God, I missed you.”
See, you are important to her, I assure myself as we hold each other in the dim light of my bedroom beneath the covers.
Chapter Thirty-Five
Stephanie
Ever since Wayne came to find me and we went back to his place, I've been staying with him. I know that Kurt would much rather I stay with him at the Palace. And Katie probably prefers that I stay in the guest room of her apartment. She hasn't been explicit about that, except I can tell she's just trying to be nice. My cousin doesn't want to pressure me, make me feel guilty for not staying with her.
"I just want to stay here with you for now," I tell Wayne, taking a sip of the Etwan juice. I’ve really come to enjoy it.
I know he's about to talk to me about the way things have been lately. About how much I’m drinking. I'm getting sick of it now.
"You've been drinking a lot more of that Etwan juice," he says.
I have a bottle of it that I asked him to buy for me. Most nights we go out the local bar where the teens hang out. There are lots of dragons in there, which Wayne isn't a big fan of. They have a great attitude about life though. He asks why I want to be with him if I'm so obsessed with being around dragons. I tell him that I just like a balance. Isn't that the way things are meant to be here? In perfect harmony. You can't have the light without the dark, after all.
"There's that vacant look again," Wayne says to me. He's watching me enjoy my nice cool drink.
I move to take another sip then stop myself. Glass clinks with the movement of the ice cubes in my Etwan juice and soda. Such a tiny sound made big by the silence in the room.
"Stephanie, I'm starting to get worried about you."
I do take a drink this time, a big gulp that feels so good going down my throat. I wish he had his hands around my neck, fucking me hard instead of talking to me about this. "Are you talking about last night again? I don't think we need to go over it for a third time, do you?"
"We never talked about last night properly the first two times," he says.
We're sitting at the kitchen table, having just shared dinner together. The sun's only just starting to go down. That's why I'm enjoying a nice drink with my meal.
"You've been drinking that stuff a lot more these past few days since you've been with me. Am I really that much of a bad influence on you?"
Seeing the guilt in his expression, I do feel some guilt myself. "You're the one who came to my room that night with Dan, aren't you? Who introduced me to this stuff? Oh, don't look at me like that. I can't bear to see you upset with me." I place my hand on the table, reaching for him to meet me with his own hand. He moves to do so but then pulls back.
"Who were those older vampires you were hanging out with when I got back from the bathroom?" he says.
"Are you really going to act jealous of me making new friends? You'd think being in a five-way thing with me and three other men would mean you're comfortable with sharing."
"Those guys didn't seem like good vampires. They seemed like the types who spend a lot of time in the red-light zone. You don't want to get mixed up with those sorts of people."
"Like my father? Are you saying you know what's better for me than my own dad does? He's a vampire just like you. And so were those people."
Shaking his head, Wayne responds in a flat voice. "I'm not like those vampires. They were up to no good. You don't know what some of my kind are willing to do to a gorgeous young human like you. They can practically smell the freshness on your skin, how you've just come from Earth. You don't know much about this place yet. Please don't let yourself find out the bad things by doing it the hard way."
That was quite the little speech, I think to myself. Instead of answering, I sip my drink and maintain eye contact. There is a battle between us, fought through our unblinking gaze. Finally, I'm the one who looks away. "If you really care, I'm flattered I guess. Just stop trying to control me though, okay?"
"You know I care. Why is it always a question of my motives
with you? One minute you're wild and carefree. The next you're withdrawn and paranoid. It's the Etwan juice getting to you. This stuff is not meant to be consumed every day like you have been."
"You don't complain when I get drunk on it and let you do whatever you like to my body," I remind him with a cheeky smile.
He ignores that remark, though I can tell he wants me right now. "It's going to get you in trouble."
"I was talking to them because I'm interested in vampires. Don't forget you are one of them too. Isn't it a good thing I like you so much?"
"I don't feel like I'm one of those people," he says.
It's not attractive listening to him complain like this. For some reason I feel myself wanting to be taken away from this situation. Staying with Wayne is beginning to become too much like being stuck in a boring marriage. It's not what being with multiple mates should be like. He stands up, eyes darting left and right, from one window to the next, then the door. If he were hunting dog, I swear he'd have one paw in the air and his tail extended.
"What's wrong?" I ask.
"Shh, I heard something. Who's there?"
Just like that, I'm taken back to my memories of our first time together in the forest. It was a much more innocent time for me then. I was still a virgin, new to this planet. I didn't party or have fun... but I also didn't have a penchant for drinking and getting into trouble. It's my life to do with as I wish though.
"You're imagining things," I say. Finishing my drink makes me suddenly aware of how badly I need to use the bathroom. Without saying anything, I go and use it. When I'm washing my hands after, I look into the mirror. The young woman looking back at me seems so much different now. She still looks just like the sad nineteen year old Stephanie who spent all her time alone. Crying in her room, ignoring the real world. Then Kurt took that away from me, relieved me of my pain. Without feeling that bad things, have I let myself become a bad person? Do we need the bad to make us value the good?
A shadow moves in the mirror, in the reflection of the bathroom window behind me. Then he's inside the tiny, white-tiled room with me. "Kurt?"
"I could feel you calling out to me," he says. "There's something I need to talk to you about. Let's go into the living area with Wayne."
I want to ask why he felt the need to appear when I was alone in the bathroom. Could it just have been for dramatic effect?
"You didn't need to scare the life out of me," I say.
"It's not so bad being lifeless, take my word for it," he jokes.
We exit the bathroom to find a shocked Wayne standing outside the door. He'd heard me talking and rushed to the door.
He says, "I was about to kick the door down. Why do you always have to make such an entrance?" he asks Kurt. There's no animosity there, but he doesn't seem overjoyed to see the older vampire. "Have you come to take her away then?"
"Why else would I be here without asking first?" Kurt replies. "There's something important that I need to take Stephanie away for. Katie's been looking for her," he says to Wayne. Like I'm not even involved in the discussions or something.
"What? Is something wrong with my cousin?" I ask, gravely serious now. "Let's get going then."
Kurt shakes his head quickly. "It's not Katie. She's been searching for you because something is wrong with your mother. You need to get back to your home on Earth urgently." His voice is flat and void of emotion.
I wonder if Kurt even still has normal, human emotions, after being a vampire for so long. I love the idea of being able to live that long. Maybe I can have that one day.
"You're making this all up," Wayne says to Kurt. "Don't be so boring. We've just been having a good time. Is that okay with you, old man?"
Kurt straightens his shoulders and raises his head high, gazing back at Wayne. "Why do I find that hard to believe? Don't think I didn't hear the tail end of your petty complaints," he says.
That causes Wayne to wince noticeably, which then makes me cringe inside. I feel bad for Wayne, but he did have it coming after lying and being a jerk.
"Will you two knock it off? I need to go right now. What's wrong with Mom? Is she okay? Tell me everything you know," I say, feeling desperate. Wayne would rather stand here and argue—territorial pissing contest—instead of helping me. "I'm surprised at you, Wayne," I tell him as I leave with Kurt.
"He's bullshitting," Wayne calls after me. "Stay and have some fun with me. Your mother's fine, I guarantee you." Maybe staying with Wayne so long was a mistake. Maybe he's not the nice guy I took him for. Then again, the nice guys are often just being fake.
Chapter Thirty-Six
Stephanie
Kurt takes me back to the palace. As we walk through the entrance way, something feels odd. He's not rushing at all. "Come on," I say. "We have to get to my mom." Then I see Katie waiting there for me. As I rush over to her, the urge to start bawling my eyes out overtakes me. She's like the rock I've been waiting for, to rely on. So I can let myself fall apart for just a little while.
Only ... her face is not one of strength and support. There's a hardness to her demeanor though, like she wants to chew me out. "Katie, what’s wrong?" I ask, what's wrong.
She doesn't hug me like I expected. Doesn't even seem to be in a rush. "Stephanie, I need to talk to you," she says.
This is it. I know she's about to tell me that my mother's drying or something. Why won't she hug me? It's clearly a time to give comfort and support. Not act like a stone-faced judge. Before I can bring myself to respond, she starts talking again.
"I don't think you've been a very good mate."
"I think I'll leave you two alone," Kurt interrupts. He isn't worried either. "Why don't you go to my bedroom where you can be alone?"
Once Katie and I are in there by ourselves—the aged vampire's luxurious bedroom—Katie starts to let me have it.
"You tricked me!" I accuse. "Of all the ways you could have gotten me to come see you. How dare you use my mother against me like that!"
She stares me down like I did something wrong. "Listen to me," she says in a stern voice. A motherly voice. Ironic given the way she just used her own flesh and blood to trick me like that. My own mom. "I am sorry for what I did. There was no other way you would have come to see me. The past several days you've just been going out of control. It's causing friction between your mates. That is not fulfilling your responsibility."
"You said I was free to live my life however I choose. This is what I want to do." I cross my arms and try to avoid pouting. There's no way for me to seem mature and grown up when I'm acting like this. The idea that I'm being selfish does cross my mind. "I didn't ask for this," I add to justify myself.
"You didn't ask for it initially. Once you knew what the situation was, you still chose to go along with it. You want to be all grown up? Why don't you start to act like an adult? Where's that sweet girl I've always known?"
"She's right in front of you. Standing here and wondering how her cousin could betray her trust like that. I thought Mom was dead as I rushed over here. You could have just come to see me yourself, you know. Instead of sending Kurt to trick me."
"Speaking of Kurt, he tells me something else that I'm not happy with. Are you actually considering becoming a vampire? Have you lost your God damn mind!" Katie seems so tall right now. Like she's towering over me. We're back in time as children, but she's the big kid. I'm like a little baby in comparison. Those few years are such a huge divide between us all over again.
I shake my head. "No. That's a lie."
Katie raises her eyebrow. "You're forgetting Kurt can read your thoughts?"
"No, how the fuck could I forget something so invasive? He's blowing everything out of proportion. I'm not the one causing friction. The guys are doing just fine at that all on their own. Why is it that the one woman in this arrangement has to get the blame?" This is a stalemate. There's no way she's going to believe me. We both know I'm not being honest. I just can't bring myself to tell her that she's right about me
wanting to be a vampire though.
"Let's go and confront him then, hmm? Tell him he's lying." Katie leads me out to the hallway outside Kurt's bedroom. "Kurt?" she calls out.
He appears, seemingly out of nowhere. I wonder if he's been able to hear our entire conversation. Maybe his wanting to give us privacy was all just a ruse to trick me into spilling my guts so he can listen. Exposed, that's how the thought makes me feel. Suddenly I'm not so free and happy on this planet.
"Yes?" he asks Katie. "Did you sort everything out?"
"No, not yet. Can you please relay Stephanie's thoughts about wanting to become a vampire?" Katie says.
I don't know what that means. Don't want to know what the implications of her words are.
"They're my thoughts! They're not for you to relay to anyone you want," I shout. "What does that even mean?"
Katie turns to me and asks again, “Are you or are you not considering becoming a vampire?”
"No, I am not!" I reply with anger. At this point I've actually convinced myself that's the truth. Maybe it is now, I don't know. All the Etwan juice and partying has got my head mixed up.
"I can tell what you're thinking. I could relay your thoughts out loud for your cousin to hear," Kurt tells me. "Only, that would be a betrayal of your trust. We both know what your thoughts on becoming a vampire are, however."
"Fuck you," I say with vehemence as I storm out of the palace. "Leave me alone!" I call back. Like a petulant child running away from home. I don't care though. They've pushed me away and I've had enough.
Chapter Thirty-Seven
Stephanie