AN: Well since it has become clear you enjoy my story and I'm not screwing it up like I initally thought I will keep it up. However, For the next few days I'll be away from internet access so I'll only be able to write but not post. But if you review with losts of love I will post everything I write even if it's several chapters. But let's face it I might get lazy so It won't be more then three chapters... So how about it? Lots of love equals lots for chapters in one day! That day being Saturday after I get off work!
Plus I love you all you're amazing and I thought I would reward you a little wether you review or not... So I hope you enjoy this chapter... Maybe after this you'll realize why it's rated M... So warning if anyone doesn't want to read about erotic dreams don't read this. Love you all and hope you enjoy.
Eli
I was finally laying down in my own room after checking in on Clare. Declan's words had bothered me more then they should have. I tried to reason with myself that I was only wanting to protect her. Declan was the type who loved to find them, use them, then dump them, sometimes alive but mostly dead. His family's position in the council insured him that he could do whatever he wanted. It was sick but it was true and if I had my way he wasn't going to get near Clare. for crying out loud I couldn't believe he was so cocky as to think he could get away with hurting someone close to me... Close?
I continued to ignore the fact that Declan's past wasn't what was causing my anger. I didn't know the girl, I just practically killed her and now what? What was I thinking, her in that small silky black gowned or her covered in blood, hair wild and eyes confused and scared hiding any lust that might be remaining. I shook my head I can't do that. It's not fair to her or Julia hell or to me.
"Baby boy?" I heard a knock at the door seconds before my mother poked her head in. "Hey how are you? I heard about your father's meeting. How was Jenna?" She asked sweetly and I rolled my eyes.
"She deserves better. Best she doesn't return here." I stated shortly, slightly aggrovated about the intrusion.
"Oh that's too bad." She looked down at her hands. "When will you stop torturing yourself over her? It wasn't your fault Julia died. And it's not like every girl is going to leave you like that."
"Mother!" I warned, refusing to meet her stare.
"Don't mother me. I know what I am talking about and it's not fair to you that she did that. She's ruined my baby's life. I want him back. You use to be so happy." She stated quietly.
"Mother it's not your fault it's not my fault. But I can't just ignore the fact she's gone. That I couldn't do anything to save her. It's not fair to her memory for me to move on." I dryily stated.
"Don't you think she would want you happy?" She argued. This was a regular argument and I was slightly surprised that she was still bothering.
"Really mother. If she wanted me to be happy don't you think that she would be here with me right now?" I snapped, looking up at her. I could feel my blood boiling.
"When was the last time you've fed?" She asked changing the subject.
"..." I looked up at her guiltily.
"Since Clare?" she asked standing up. "I'll go get you something." She quickly left the room and sighed.
I rolled my eyes every single time she did this. As if I didn't have enough on my mind they had to try and play match maker. I don't know this I knew they knew better and if I had to I'd just lock my doors and not speak to anyone for a while.
I laid back and closed my eye placing my hands behind my head trying to relax and just block out everything. However, my mind had another plan. Once my eyes were closed all I saw were bright blue eyes, wild curls laid out around cream colored skin. bright pink lips parted as if asking for my own. My eyes snapped open as I started to feel a certain stir in my lower region. I eyed my newly formed hard on curiously and with much confusion.
I was so distracted I didn't even notice my mother had walked back into the room. Without doing anything I felt pressure around my member. I groaned low in my throat and clutched my pilliow behind my head. "Elijah?" My mother asked startled.
I looked up at her only to feel more pressure and I was sure of it my eyes were glowing with lust that had nothing to do with blood. "I'm not doing anything." I growled, trying to surpress another moan from escaping infront of my mother. I failed and tosed my head back as something that felt like a tounge laped at me.
My mother covered her mouth as if to cover a laugh or shock I wasn't sure I was too distracted to decipher her actions. "What is happening?" I barked at her.
She took a step back. "I should leave you two alone." I raised an eyebrow at her. "Much like the pain you felt when she turned you can feel her arousle too." She said before slipping through the door.
WHAT? I was feeling Clare? But how? Who was she doing this too? millions of questions were running through my head as I tried to swallow the new moan formed in my throat as I felt a hand join the tounge on my personal part. Only one way to answer all that. I had to get to her room. I wasn't sure I wanted to know what was happening in that room but I had to find out. I slowly got up as if trying to avoid hurting the mouth that was now around me. I moaned out loud and swallowed loud. I was sure if I found someone in that room with her I might kill them.
I closed my eyes only to see her in my lap with her mouth wrapped around me. My eyes snapped open again. Her eyes had been intense staring up at me from her job... I rushed out the door releaved that Cecila had disappeared and wasn't lingering around. I gripped the wall to keep my balance as I made my way down the hall to her room. I had to stop every now and again as I felt more pressure being added everynow and again.
I took a deep breath as I opened the door. I stepped in and closed the door staring down at Clare in confusion... She was fast asleep and breathing heavy... She tossed to one side as the pressure on me disappeared and I leaned against the door as I watched her arch her back in pleasure. An erotic moan escaped her mouth as she gripped the sheets around her. If I thought I was hard before I was definatly now.
I watched as she moved back and forth on her bed. Moans escaping her lips everynow and again. Her hair was tossed around her face and her skin was glowing with a small shine of sweat on her face. The shirt I had given her to wear was gapped open to her chest, giving a slight view of her curves. I groaned as she arched again her shirt teasing to fall away.
What the fuck was I doing. I was watching the girl I had almost killed having a steamy dream. I can't be this desprate. I thought. I walked over too her and sat on the bed suddenly paralyzed as I felt something on me again. Her hands were clutching to the sheets as if her life depended on it. She moaned and I felt more presure on me. I moaned as well not being able to contain the pleasure I was feeling myself. I closed my eyes only to see I was on top of her now and pressing my self against the most sensitive spot on her.
My eyes shot open and I jumped back falling off of the bed. Before I could feel or see anything else I jumped up and grabbed her shaking her awake. "Clare!" I called.
She jumped up startled and looked around confused. Her eyes met mine and I could see lust mixed in with the confusion she was suffereing from. I almost groaned at the look on her face. Inspite her confusion she could hide the look that was on her face from the after math of what she had just dreamt. She was breathing heavy as was I and she eyed me curiously. A strange look crossed her face. "What are you doing here?" She asked pulling the blankets up to her. Again she blushed and I couldn't help but smirk.
"I could as you the same question." I stated confidently. Her eyebrows drew together as if my response confused her even more. "You woke me up with your moaning." I insisted and her face was scarlet red.
"Oh dear god." She groaned.
Oh dear god indeed, if only you knew. I thought. I stood up and she froze. It was now my turn to be confused. Her eyes were locked on a lower part of me and as I looked down I took froze. Oh shit I was still hard.
AN: Sorry this is short. But I am running out of time. I am about to leave and I couldn't put Clare's view in this chapter if I was going to post it before I left. So I'll make the next chapter Clare's view point... hint hint her dream. So as I stated before show some love and you shall recieve as much as I write once I get back... IF I feel loved that is. I hope you enjoyed this chapter I'm actually excited to write about Clare's dream now. So here you go and hope to hear some feedback cause I enjoyed writing about this.
