A/N: Two chapters today! make sure you have the right one to read in the right order
-5/10/16 made some corrections and re-uploaded. Tenses were wrong in too many places. Added a few things, but not much.
Ryan
He looked at me with all the caution he could muster. I wanted to laugh, but I didn't. We were getting along for once, and we were both tired. I finished packing my things, and I waited for him. It was kind of neat to watch him move, and I wonder what we had experienced in our lives before.
Ha. Josef's little human was older than he is.
He thought I'd be his human, but I'm not, was I? Was I ever? I sighed heavily and he looked back at me. There is a slight smile on his lips, and I thought he reminded me of a young boy. It was weird considering what he was, and how I viewed him. "Why are you feeding on men only?"
He looked away quickly, and then up to the wall as he zipped his bag up. "I don't know. Maybe it's the playboy thing you always mention."
"Desperate?" I rolled my eyes at that. "You have a thing for men?" I smiled because I couldn't help but bait him. He turned almost with a grim face, but stopped when he saw my grin.
"You just can't stop can you?" He actually smiled back and shook his head, and then it fell away to a seriousness I was not sure what to make of.
"Baiting you?" I snorted, "No, sorry. I 'live to annoy', as you put it."
"Hmm." He said. "Right." He clasped his hands in front of himself and stood taller. After a second, his face went slack and he looked unsure. Then he moved the bags toward the door. My guess was that he was trying to buy time. For what, who knew?
I touched his arm as he passed by me. It was on his way back, "if it bothers you that much, I'll stop." Of course, I meant that.
"Would you?" He asked sarcastically, but in good humor. Maybe he thought I was incapable of it. His eyes searched mine and then lingered on my hand on his arm.
My grin broadened, and it is like I've known him forever. That feeling both annoyed and terrified me at the same time. I wanted something, but I didn't know what it was. It's like my blood sang when he was near, or something corny like that.
I swallowed as we continued to stare at one another. He eyed my lips, and then his gaze fell on mine. Maybe it was the desperation, but I knew it was unusual for him to go so long either out of his element, or without women. Good. It's probably the look he's given a thousand females. I didn't like how that felt, and my smile waned. Some women didn't care, but others like me, were more the conservative type. "Consider that done for now," I said and pull backwards while I licked my suddenly dry lips. It bothered me that he's had so many, and that it was so easy for him. Typical rich boy without any major cares in the world. They seldom gave a shit, but there were good men out there. Money had a way with people and morals, though.
"What are you thinking about," he asked me curiously. He noted my move, but had said nothing.
I moved away from him some more, and close the last open dresser door. I didn't want my heart to break again. It was like something inside of me waited and yearned for him in a way few other had for me. He's had servants too long, you could tell by how messy or lazy he was. I close the drawer with my hip, and I stood there unsure of myself. Then I felt him walk up behind me.
He was so close, but he didn't touch me. I looked up into the mirror and saw him just over my shoulder. I couldn't read that expression, but I saw his chest move up and down more than normal. I loved the effect I had on him, but I also thought games were not my thing. Men like him played them on a whim. I was not stupid enough to know I was 'the one'. It was better to keep my distance until this was all settled for the four of us.
"I won't hurt you," he said softly. It seemed almost genuine, but then I had that feeling that nagged me when he was near. Like he would say or do anything to get what he wanted. I had to stop this nonsense before it started.
Despite everything, nothing would work. That insistent nag of lust or longing only pulsed through my body with a deepened fervor. That tendril of emotion rocketed off me with his nearness. I shut my eyes and I felt myself shiver in response to it, or him. He laid a hand over my arm, all while watching my face, and I just fell towards him and opened my eyes. No longer breathing, I saw a separation in his eyes, and it frightened me a little. Hell, my response to this man was almost animistic.
Logic? What is logic, I thought with a rapid growing fear.
My damned nipples responded to that look-hunger-my mind filled in for me. I want him to bite me, I realized. I was both sickened and excited by this revelation. God, I really hated how I felt.
He sniffed my hair, and I felt a pang in my lower region. God dammit, I thought to myself. I almost pushed away from him-because I didn't like him and nothing had changed since my talk with the woman and now. Where is your reason? I asked myself. Part of me just knew, and I felt helpless against my body. His hand trailed down my arm further and rested on my wrist. I lowered my head, shaking breath and all, as I watched.
"Your pulse is racing," he said to my reflection. He liked it. I could even make out the outline of what I think were fangs, and I nearly fell forward.
"Why do I feel this way?" I have to know. Wake up Ryan!
"What way? Turned on?" He asked me plainly. He had a hint of a smile there. Of course he did, the little slut.
I could see his want, and my own eyes were conflicted. I can't read my own expressions, dammit. Who is that girl staring at me. I almost wanted to punch my reflection in the mirror, but what good would that do?
His mouth rested near my ear and he said, "Why are you fighting this?"
"Not all of us just drop into bed with people," I murmured back with no malice in my tone. "What can you possibly hope to satiate that you haven't already?"
"You are changing," he murmured also. "I can see it, but it's not the same as a vampire changes."
"Not the same?" I ask baffled. What the hell did he mean? I turned around on him then with a questioning look.
He watched me, no hint of the earlier playfulness. He was being careful to not provoke me, thank god. I'm not a fool, I knew he wanted to be closer to me. In me, by the look on his face. My own face flushed as I felt a gush from below, and a live wire thrum through every place he's touched. Seriously, all he'd done was stroke my pulse at my wrist.
I knew he can smell the change by the way his eyes tightened and the way his breath caught. Regardless, he remained in control, and it made me feel weaker somehow. I knew I loved control, but this was something new. It turned me on further, because he could control it. I hadn't expected that at all.
Josef
She looked ready to run, I thought to myself. Her pulse was raging at my fingertips, and the scent of her desire coursed through my veins. I'm not imagining this, I told myself, but I it steady. I wanted to taste her. I knew what she said to Mick, and something about being tracked. Deep down, I know she would like it, but just that alone may drive her further away from all the progress we'd just made.
I'd never had issues with sexuality, but there was a double standard for women. I'd not seen a conservative woman in some time, especially one as strong as she was. In her stare alone, I could see the war raging between mind and body. This had to be her move.
I'm in control here, I told myself. She seemed to like and respond to it, but I remained still waiting for her to tell me just how. Was it my control of myself, or did she like to be led? Lust was evident from her expression, but she seemed to reign it in and struggle against it. This was a place and a thing I understood. However, Ryan was not. And I knew from experience that not all women could just give themselves. Fuck, I'm going to die. Normally, it wouldn't be an issue for me, but it was now. I was not letting her leave. If Mick thought I was possessive of Simone, he would get a laugh at this.
I had fed on men, because I meant it, I knew it would bother her. I wanted only her which was new for me. If I saw a female neck, I thought of hers. I'd kill them, I know I would, and drink them dry. I'd been fuming that she'd called Mick and told him this new information while I had to listen. I was not accustomed to being the back burner. Beth had a nasty habit of blaming me for things also. Well, I thought dismissively, she came around afterward. I still remembered when she'd asked me for help with disposing of Mick's paparazzi problem.
But Ryan was acting out of her element. And was it not strange she just talked to this woman she just happened to meet? But the woman must have said something, because Ryan was different. Palpably, I could say.
Before I got overly upset, I had to remind myself that she didn't understand my nature. I was jealous, as Mick had pointed out before. I wanted to hear the news first, but that would not work. I was in the clear NO department with this girl. I had to earn her trust, but I felt starved. She left me so empty and wanton. Go figure. I smiled slightly to myself at the last thought.
She hadn't moved away from me yet. There was a start. She'd turned to look up at me, but our bodies were dangerously close.
"What are you thinking about?" I asked her to ease her tension.
Her eyes darted to mine and I knew exactly what she wanted. However, there are other pleasurable ways to enjoy one another. I was going to show her, and make her crave me to the point she couldn't resist. To me, it was ironic, but what the hell. A vampire bite was more intimate than sex ever could be. Sharing my blood with her, and not turning her, would only add to the erotic tension she felt. It was rare, but it had been done with our kind. Distantly, I pondered how much blood had mixed the night we were in the freezer. It had been enough to make her start and change-whatever that was.
"I…er… um. Nothing," she finished frazzled.
I smelled her hair, and closed my eyes as I relaxed into her. Instantly, my lips were drawn to her neck, and I kissed there as I pulled her soft locks aside. But then I drew back, and I watched her for any hesitance. I'd wanted this for what seemed like forever, and now was not the time to step wrongly. My eyes met hers in the mirror, and I tilted her head back and to the side as she breathed unevenly. Still, she hadn't stopped me yet. Of course, I waited for it.
God, all I wanted to do was bend her over and slake our mutual lust, but instead, I placed my lips back on her rapid heartbeat at her throat and licked. She shuddered instantly and lost her balance. Within seconds, I embraced her to hold her up while I continued. I grew more aggressive, the less she resisted me, and she fell into her lust, pulling at my hair.
Then she turned back toward the mirror and stared me down almost like someone else.
It was too much, and it was time. I bit quickly, and her back arched as she hissed in a breath. "Josef…" she muttered both fearful and with a deep longing. All thoughts fled as I lost myself in the moment I had been dying months for.
Of course she coiled, but I put my arm across her breasts to hold her to me. I watched her from the mirror and paused to reassure her. Both her hands grabbed my arm, and I moaned softly-helplessly-as she pressed on me.
Then I sucked greedily.
She bucked in my arms, and moaned loudly with a slight shrill to her voice. I couldn't help but to moan into her throat where I tasted the most exquisite blood I think I'd ever tasted. It made me feel alive in an entirely new way. My sight, my hearing all increased in potency almost immediately. My cock jerked to her every sound, her moans were soft as I eased into a more gentle lick. It was something powerful in this moment; I sense my blood in hers, and I knew I was correct. We'd somehow bonded on a level where she was somehow more.
All too soon it is over, and I licked the wound. Each time I did, she jerked in a type of post orgasmic state. Despite the blood loss, she was beat red from embarrassment the moment she came to herself. I gently let her go, and whispered in her ear, "thank you." Fuck that, I thought almost violently. However, I had to ease her fears about me, what I could do, and what I wanted. Perhaps she would be more willing next time as I had been gentle to her. Dammit, it took almost everything I'd had to control myself.
She blinked several times and leaned onto the dresser for support. No words were spoken after that, but the blush remained firmly on her face. She wouldn't even meet my eyes, yet she seemed calmer. I smile softly at her, as to not stir her ire or make her regret what she's done. I knew she could see out of the corners of her eyes, and I wanted to do this again. Steady boy, I reminded myself. My libido was not happy.
I turned to her after a moment, and she did look up to me. "You need to take some from me. It won't make you a vampire."
I saw hesitation, but she made herself taller. "OK," she said to me. "Are you sure it won't?"
I nodded again and watched her for any sign of distress. Raising my wrist, I bit into it gently, and not too deeply, so she could feed from me and regain her strength. The look in her eyes reminded me of a hungry childe, and I had to hold myself in check. I offered it to her, and she stared at it for a moment. I could see the inner animal come to life, and brought it to her lips. She was still in denial, so I help us along and put it under her mouth. "Drink."
Her lips touched my skin, and I was on fire. I tried not to tremble, but was pointless. It was like enduring an ongoing orgasm and who could keep quiet during one of those? This was reminiscent of two vampires sharing one another, more so than me with a human. I'd changed a few in my days, so I knew the difference. When her tongue joined in, I rested my head over hers. She made hungry wanton sounds as she drank from me. There was a fire building between us, and I felt something snap.
Her body pressed against mine, and I knew she could feel just how excited I was. I want-no I needed-her to touch me. No sooner had I thought it, I felt her hand sliding against me. No matter how quiet I've tried to be, I couldn't help but draw out my moan.
Suddenly, that dam that she held in place burst open, and that live wire acted as it would when it'd hit water. The urge to touch her pussy grated on me. I could smell her desire here and now. The need to fill her almost won. My hand found her though her clothing, and I rubbed her the same as she did me.
And then it's over, and she pushed me away. "Stop," she almost cried, and I raised my hands to show her I was in control as I backed away.
Ryan was going to be the end of me.