He was in her closet again. Watching her sleep, her breasts falling and rising rhythmically with each in take of breath. She sighed in her sleep, causing Faolan to tighten his fists in restraint from his closet haven.
She ran a hand up her neck, to swipe her ebony curls away, the room was warm and she was starting to react to the heat in her slumber. She started to twist in bed, whispering something in a raspy voice that purred into his ears. The words didn't matter to him, just the lure of her voice. She had managed to kick her comforter away, displaying long alabaster legs, her silk camisole night dress hiked around her round hips.
Faolan felt the small drop of sweat tickle a teasing trail down his spine and his legs began to tremble with the need to move to her. He quietly opened the closet door and stealthy moved to the foot of her queen sized bed. He placed a single knee and both hands on the mattress, poised like a cat before the pounce. Seeing that she didn't wake, he applied his weight to the mattress, pressing his hands into its softness, causing it to release a dense concentrated version of her scent which made his head spin wildly and his to blood rage.
He began to crawl towards her until he was looming above her sleeping form on all fours. Her eyes fluttered open and she gazed into his face with a puzzled expression, a line forming between her brows. He slowly took a hand and placed it on the side of her beautiful face and used his thumb to relax the worried crease. He ran his hand down her face to her neck until he met her breast, a perfect fit to his palm. He bent down to kiss her sighs as her stroked her hard nipple.
He supported her head with his other hand and pressed his chest into hers, his hand now moving to grasp her ample tail. She welcomingly opened her legs and proceeded to wrap her long legs around his hips. She explored his muscled back with her light touches and then rested her hands on his butt, her legs having left his hips to caress his own. Her kisses became more fevered and he heard himself moan into her mouth as she drug his hips nearer to her warm core.
He was aroused and ready and she warm and willing as he entered her and heard her moan his name in pleasure. He lifted himself up to look at her as he slowly thrust into her hot body. She placed her arms above her head, displaying her now bare breasts to their fullest potential as she lustfully gazed up at him, a smile of pure pleasure on her gorgeous face.
Faolan was near his peak, and by her sounds he knew was too. He then heard laughing, high pitched and sinister. The mocking noises were coming from the window, and Faolan was prepared to tear the peeping tom to shreds for ruining his moment with her. He looked to the window and to his utter horror he saw the smiling pale demon perched on the window sill.
"Faolan don't stop I need you…" he heard her say, but it sounded muffled and far away and nothing like her as he gazed at the pulled and crazed faced of the rouge vampire. The thing's eyes were fully black, ready to hunt, with an innocent's blood dripping from its mocking sneer. It threw its head back and laughed before its tainted mouth formed his name.
"Faolan…Faolan….FAOLAN!" and then a sharp smack met his ass and he jolted from the bed.
Faolan's face felt sticky has he wiped the drool from his jowls.
"Holy shit whoever you just dream fucked must have been good with the amount of moaning this whole house just heard… was it me?" Ulric batted his eyelashes and ducked quickly as Faolan lunged for him.
"Haha, chill you big baby you have to get your horny little ass to school."
"Little? I'll kill you." Faolan grumbled as he pulled a white T-shirt on.
"And quite firm I might add. Been running more? I can tell, I feel like I just smacked a rock." Ulric laughed and tousled Faolan's shaggy dark mane of bed head before scampering off to annoy someone else.
Faolan got his things together and walked out to his car. He got into the old mustang and revved up the loud engine. The car, accompanied with the screams of his new favorite metal band, were enough to block the memories of the dream from his mind. The reoccurring nature of the dream was nothing he could complain about, he just couldn't understand why his subconscious was choosing her, a weak human girl that drew the attention of a vampire.
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Eve was running late to English Lit. She liked the class enough not to skip it, but the heat had her wishing she had stayed in her air conditioned room. Her first few weeks of classes were boring and uneventful. The only thing about college that differed from high school was the strange amount of male attention she was getting. It wasn't every guy, just a select few, one in each of her classes, that just stared at her constantly. It was beginning to get very strange, not because they appeared creepy, they were all very handsome actually, it was just strange to her that that none of the five that have been staring her down these past few weeks had bothered to talk to her at all.
She reached the room as the teacher was beginning the lecture and took a seat by the door, conveniently right next to this classes' "stare-er" . He was definitely the most intense of them all. His stare looked more critical, and at first she thought she must have wronged him in some way, until she realized that was just the way his face was or something, angry. She remembered the guy from orientation awhile back and knew he had wicked temper, she just couldn't understand why he would point those hard eyes at her.
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Faolan was about to ditch, thinking that the girl had, when as he began to rise she walked through the door in a tight yellow sundress. Why did it matter what she was wearing? He mentally berated himself. He took a deep breadth when she sat next to him, trying to pick up any vampire traces on her. None. He felt relieved, he shouldn't have. If the girl smelt like it he would have a stronger lead, but as of now the girl was all the pack had to go on. He saw her look at him apprehensively as she slowly took her seat.
The Professor handed out copies of "A Handmaidens Tale", this professor was annoyingly feministic, and her views seeped into every aspect of her teaching. Most of the guys savvied up those first few weeks and dropped the class, or switched it for another professor when they caught wind of a feminist getting ready to burn her metaphorical bra at any given time, and Faolan would normally have done the same if he wasn't in here for another reason aside from the 3 credit hours. He sighed dramatically when the teacher handed him the novel, and he tried to suppress his smirk when he saw her fume at his reaction to her selected reading.
In his peripheral vision he watched the girl throughout the class, she thumbed quickly through the book and then sat it on the desk upside down and picked up her pen. The remainder of the class trudged on, and mostly consisted of Faolan staring at her tapping her pen on the desk, rolling her eyes, and then chewing on the end of the same pen, all the while he undressed her in his head which led him to mentally berating himself, and then the cycle would begin again.
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Eve grabbed up her things quickly once the Professor had given the class the go ahead to leave. She played a balancing game as she tried to shrug on her purse, juggle books and papers, and place her chewed up pen back into the front pocket of her bag and kick the slightly ajar classroom door open. Faolan reached over the girls head without blinking an eye and in a single flick of the wrist threw the door completely open as he moved the strap of the girls purse to her shoulder with his other hand, making sure he grazed his finger up her arm as he placed the strap where it belonged.
Once outside the door Eve looked back to thank the civil servant who helped her one woman train wreck get out of the door. When she turned her head she got an eye full of her well muscled fan with the angry eyes. "Thanks for that." she mumbled out as she hurried a little faster down the hall, for a reason she could really understand.
"No problem." she heard the annoyed reply calling after her. The low grumble that was his voice sent a shiver down her spine, she couldn't quite decide if it was fear or something a little more that caused her tremble when he spoke.