Long, explicit lemon from 2nd Karin POV. Please review to let me know if you liked it!


7. I Want…

(Karin POV)

It was past eleven and the crowds were starting to thin out when we finally decided to head back to the hotel. I clung to my dhampir's hand as we walked slowly along the boardwalk towards the Benjamin Franklin Bridge, feeling strangely sad. This had been one of the best days of my life but it was rapidly drawing to an end. In only eight hours Don and I were due back at the airport, and then… what? We'd spent every minute of our time sharing stories about our past, discussing our jobs, our families and our interests, but we hadn't once talked about the future. I didn't want to scare the guy off by bringing up such a loaded topic, but I knew by now that I definitely didn't want tonight to be the end.

'What gives, hon?' Don asked, instantly aware of my shift in mood. 'You okay?'

'Yeah… Just tired I guess.' It was partly true.

The guardian stopped and pulled me over to the side of the path, under a tree strung with a flickering web of fairy lights. 'You've really got to stop doing that, Karin. You know I'm specially trained to tell when a person is lying,' he chastised lightly.

Damnit. 'I know, I know,' I glanced away from him, trying to order my thoughts. How was I going to say this without looking totally desperate? I got my courage up and looked him in the eye. 'I've just had such a great time with you tonight. I don't want it to be over yet.'

He studied me carefully, checking I wasn't still holding something back. 'Me too,' he replied simply, stepping closer to run a hand over my cheek. 'We don't have to go in yet if you want to hang out for a while longer. The park's probably getting a bit empty now for safety, but I'm sure we can find a bar that's still open if you'd like?'

Not what I meant. I flicked my hair in mild agitation. 'Nah. Let's just head back. We probably should sleep at some point, I guess. Flights to catch and all…'

A ripple of confusion crossed over the dhampir's face but he shrugged off the comment and stepped back with a polite bow of the head. 'As you wish,' he announced, proffering a hand.

I smiled despite myself. 'You're dropping a Princess Bride reference? Really?' I asked, slipping my hand into the comforting curve of his palm and lacing my fingers through his.

Don's expression softened and his eyes lit up playfully. 'Yes, Buttercup. I think I am,' he chuckled, dropping a kiss to my forehead and leading me back towards the boardwalk.


(Don POV)

The last twelve hours with Karin had been incredible but now that the evening was winding down I wasn't quite sure how to proceed. The moroi had me hooked. Angel or vixen, I wanted more – so much more - but I still wasn't one hundred percent certain how she felt about me. Yes, there was obviously a strong physical attraction on both sides, and we naturally clicked when it came to conversation and interests, but was that all? I had a feeling she wanted to say more when we were walking back from the parklands, but something scared her off and now I was more confused than ever. I was normally so good at reading people, but something about Karin had my brain swimming. I only had a few hours left to figure this out and I really, really didn't want to screw this up.

A loud ding rang out through the nearly-empty hotel lobby announcing the arrival of the elevator, and Karin and I entered the space quietly. A rowdy group of wedding guests were already inside – on their way back from the reception, I assumed, by the general level of inebriation – and I leaned around one rumpled bachelor to press the button for our floor as we crammed in beside them.

'Pretty lady!' one of the younger revellers suddenly burst out, earning him several laughs from his mates who patted him on the back, one going so far as to push the drunken Romeo in Karin's direction.

I instantly moved into action, taking a step in front of my moroi to defend her but she held a hand against my chest and flicked me a warning glance.

'Thanks, doll,' she addressed the young man. 'It looks like you're having a good night. How was the party?'

There was a braying of voices as they all jumped in to reply, each doing their best to catch her attention. It was, apparently, a good night. A guy called Pete had made out with one of the bridesmaids in the toilets, the groom had been royally pranked during the speeches (the bride was still crying), and the alcohol was free. There was an after-party was in room 509 if we wanted to join them.

After what felt like an eternity, the elevator stopped a few floors up and the wedding guests tumbled out into the hallway, one of them taking a moment to ogle back at Karin and present her with a groping gesture to demonstrate the weight of his apparently enormous manhood.

'Have another drink for me, boys,' Karin called after them lightly as the automatic doors slid closed.

There was a short silence before I opened my mouth to speak, but my companion turned to face me and managed to get in first. 'Thanks for stepping in there Flash, but you don't really have to save me. I've dealt with a lot worse than a few drunk boys in my time.'

I swallowed dryly. I didn't like thinking about her having to fend off 'drunk boys', let alone 'a lot worse'. As a guardian I'd seen too many cases of harmless fun quickly degrade into harassment and assault, and all of my instincts were screaming out for me to do something. I wanted Karin to understand how dangerous that little scenario might have become – to make her promise she wouldn't take any unnecessary risks when we were apart.

I let my hands settle on her hips and pulled her closer to me. 'But it's my job to protect you,' I explained, almost roughly. Too intense, moron. Take it easy. 'I mean… I know you can handle yourself, but I want to…' My thumbs moved instinctively, nervously stroking at her waist.

'You want to what?' she spoke quietly, her head tilted slightly in question.

'…I want…' I want to keep you safe. I meant to look into her eyes but found my gaze wandering to her lips. I want to have you all to myself. By the time I'd gone that far I realised my eyes had slipped even lower, taking in the gentle curve of her breasts against the fabric of her sweater, the slim waist beneath my hands and those long, slender legs – far too covered up for me to fully appreciate them. 'I want you,' the words slipped out, and I held my breath, suddenly petrified to hear her response.

'Me too,' she whispered, bringing her hips forwards to brush against mine as her hands stole up my chest and looped around my neck.

My attention darted back to her face, and my heart-rate instantly accelerated at the sight of her deep, chocolate eyes – soft with emotion and darkened with desire. I let out a long, slow breath. I'd been at this point so many times before with girls who just wanted a quick lay – girls I was more than happy to please so long as they didn't expect anything from me afterwards. But this was different. I wanted this woman – body, heart and soul. I wanted…

A bell rang and the elevator doors opened.

'Come on,' I murmured, almost dragging her behind me as I escorted her along the hallway to our suite.


(Karin POV)

As soon as the door swung closed behind us Don turned to me with a look of raw desire. He discarded his key-card and wallet on the bedside table with a clatter and moved quickly towards me, manoeuvring me backwards by my hips until I was pressed firmly up against the opposite wall, trapping me with his body. My breathing quickened under his hungry gaze and he held back for only a second before the tension was too much for both of us. The urgency of his kiss was overwhelming and I gave in without hesitation, matching each demanding stroke of his tongue with equal need. I tugged feverishly at his jacket, desperate for better access to his chest, and he shrugged the offending item off – letting it fall on the floor at our feet, instantly forgotten in our rush to close the space between us once more.

'I said I want you, Karin,' the guardian whispered against my ear, one hand snaking up my body to clutch at my hair as the other slipped underneath my sweater, massaging deep circles into my lower back. 'But I think I was wrong. I need you.'

Fuck. This was intense. My breath caught as he trailed his way along my jawline, kissing and nipping roughly, until he reached the well between my collarbones. I felt his knee push up between my legs and I squirmed eagerly against him, acutely aware of the hardening erection that was now pressing into my thigh. There was no way I could resist this… No way I wanted to stop him. Except…

'Wait,' I struggled briefly in his grasp, a flush of colour flaming my cheeks, and he pulled back, flustered and confused. 'It's just… I haven't showered since last night and I've been in these clothes since seven this morning. I might need to freshen up a bit.' Mood killer, but it was true.

The dhampir met my eyes and slowly shook his head. 'No,' he pronounced softly but firmly, nosing his way down towards my breasts then back up to my lips. 'You smell amazing.' His kiss was deep and uncompromising, his fingers combing through my hair as if he wanted to draw me into himself.

'You smell like you.' He lifted me up, my legs automatically circling around his waist as he carried me across to the bed. When I tumbled back onto the soft mattress he kicked off his shoes then crawled over me on all fours and gazed down at me possessively, spreading a palm flat against my stomach before pushing my top up to explore the exposed flesh at his leisure.

'You smell like sea-salt and cinnamon and passion-fruit and sex, and I don't want you to change a single thing,' he finished huskily, letting his stubble slide across my skin as he dropped teasing kisses along the waistline of my jeans.

'Okay,' I gave in, persuaded by the intoxicating attention he was currently lavishing on my hips. 'If that's what works for you… but if you're not going to let me take a shower, at least let me get these jeans off.' The tight denim was getting too restrictive, and while the seam between my legs was providing some welcome friction, I wanted so badly to feel his touch directly against my skin.

The dhampir raised his head to look up at me, his gaze smouldering with lust and devotion. 'Now that I can allow,' he assented, hastily removing my ballet flats before unbuttoning my pants and dragging them down my legs as I wriggled back towards the pillows.

As soon as my legs were freed, my tank top and light cashmere sweater felt like a straight-jacket and I pulled them up over my head without a second thought, tossing them to the floor.

'Sweet Jesus,' Don swore brokenly, staring down at my lacy black underwear, the delicate flowers and tiny butterflies that bordered the sheer mesh triangles of my bra doing nothing to disguise the taut, dark buds peaking through the fabric. 'If I'd known you were wearing that when we checked-in earlier, there's no way I would have let you leave this room,' he hissed dangerously, casting my jeans aside and advancing on me as he spoke.

'Stop right there,' I commanded suddenly, leaning back on my elbows to study him. 'No more talking. Show me what you've got.' I was being very, very sassy but I didn't care. I'd been teased beyond the point of frustration and now I was tired of waiting.

The guardian froze, looking mildly shocked, then backed off the bed obediently. Standing at the foot of the bed, he fixed his eyes on mine and began to remove his black cotton tee – slowly, tauntingly. My breathing became shallower as I took in the toned sweep of his torso; hard muscles ripping beneath taught, lightly-tanned skin. I bit my lip in satisfaction at the dark trail of hair under his belly button, framed by a deep V – both drawing my attention downwards to the low-riding waistline of his jeans.

When he saw my gaze roam lower, a wave of eagerness quivered through Don's body and without further delay he released his belt buckle and dropped his pants, revealing a pair of thick, muscular thighs that I instantly wanted wrapped around me. The obvious protrusion beneath the tight pull of his jockey shorts made me squirm in anticipation, earning a wicked smile from the chiselled god.

'Better?' he arched an eyebrow.

Yessssss. 'Just come here and kiss me,' I demanded breathlessly, already reaching out to trace the well-defined contours of his abs and chest as he lowered himself back over me and took possession of my mouth.

'You want to know a secret?' I whispered raggedly when we took a brief pause for air, feeling slightly drunk as I breathed in his heady, masculine aroma. 'I've never actually been with a dhampir before.'

The hazel eyes that had been studying me flooded with new desire, darkening to a rich golden-brown, and when I reached up to massage the tension from my lover's jaw, he grabbed my wrist, bringing it to his lips then pinning it above my head. 'Good,' he growled possessively. 'But I have to warn you… there are a few things you should know about my kind – guardians in particular – before we go too much further.'

My pulse quickened, 'Yes?' I'd never really considered that there might be any significant differences between our species when it came to love-making and my mind raced with the possibilities.

'Well, firstly, we're known for our strength…,' Don explained seriously, suddenly kneeling back on his heels, effortlessly lifting me up from the pillows and bringing me over his lap to straddle his thighs.

'…Our appetite…' A hand slid behind my back, expertly removing my bra, and in the next breath he was suckling at my breasts, teasing first one then the other. I threw my head back, whimpers of anguished delight escaping my lips as he swirled and nipped at each hard, sensitive peak before drawing it deeply into his mouth.

'…Our willingness to apply ourselves tirelessly to any mission and see it through to completion…' While my tumbling, fractured thoughts were distracted by the warm tugging at my nipples, I became overwhelmed by a new sensation and looked down to see his thumb slip between my legs, rubbing a torturous path over my swollen lips until I was whimpering and keening with need.

'And finally, our dedication to the one rule we hold above all others…,' he said, bringing his hips upwards to rub his straining manhood against my drenched panties, before adjusting the position of his hand to slip a single finger deep inside of me.

'What rule is that?' I practically begged, grinding wantonly against his thrusting hand as I rode out my pleasure.

The guardian brought his face up close to my ear, his own breathing rough and unsteady as he whispered the words that sent me spiralling into ecstasy. 'They come first.'


Author's Note:

Woo hoo - My first smutty lemon. How satisfying ;-)

To be continued in Chapter 8 (literally the entire chapter!)