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This chapter: WARNING. Adult content. I 3 lemons.
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Stuck Between a Vampire and a Hard Place
Chapter 36: Several Edges Sharp and Dull
I wasn't too surprised when I'd heard Carlisle mention his need to hunt soon. Although it pained me to know that somewhere an innocent deer was to become slaughtered unmercifully by the wrath and nature of a bloodthirsty vampire, -did I mention the little creature not even being able to put up a fight- I still understood that vampires needed to fuel on something. And I'd have to face the fact that everyday thousands of other animals were being butchered to feed a nation of millions. And out of that tragedy, one insignificant deer got my pity… shame.
"I know this sounds bad, and it's an understatement to call it merely sadistic… but truthfully, if I were a vampire… I'd rather take my fill from humans," I replied to him. I tried not to squirm in my seat at the sudden feeing of awkward hesitation once I'd stated my unruly opinion.
But even at the strange comment, Carlisle's unhinged pressure on the gas petal didn't ease nor increase. Not that I expected some ultimatum or speech of how my thought was wrong, but I did anticipate Carlisle to have something to say about that. Sliding one palm off the steering wheel and placing it thoughtfully on my left knee, he chuckled lightly. "Sometimes, I'm sorry to say, but I agree with you on that term. Not saying that I'd ever take the life of a human for my thirst… but I really wish I could… with certain… adversaries."
"'Could'? Dearest?" I questioned with a flirty yet questionable smile.
He sighed with a grin and turned to me. "I once made an oath to myself… But some nurses are just so antagonistic these days."
I giggled in agreement, although lacking in experience to rhetorically say, "I know, right?", I still loved the comical aspect of it.
"Speaking of which, I was wondering when you'd consider taking that job at the hospital."
"Oh," I said in shock. Truthfully, I'd forgotten about that.
"What is it? Some second thoughts, I see?" he charmed in reply.
"Am I letting you down or something?" I questioned.
"In some ways yes, and in others… yes very much so."
I chuckled while examining the fine leather armrest subconsciously. "Well, it's just that my mind has been a little busy lately, and I'm sure you've noticed."
There was the slightest pause before he pulled his hand momentarily away from mine. Turning my head to face his withdrawal, I observed him swipe his fingers through his hair and comb his blond locks away from his godly features. Either unintentionally or from his movement, he didn't return to my grasp.
"I believe that's something that we share, Raven."
I mentally shook my head for not realizing earlier that he'd stiffened. "Don't tell me you've gone back to your old ways again?"
"What's that?"
I gave an exasperated look. "Whenever I'd mention something about your/our dirty, little secrets, you'd…" I fussed over my next term, "become tense and uncomfortable."
"I only did that when I was hiding something," he hushed his voice to continue the final blow to his retort, "to the most beautiful, tantalizing, and utterly remarkable woman on earth."
"Oh, Carlisle," I cooed gently with an endearing smile. "I'm untouched by your pitiful excuse."
"It was worth a try, love," he replied with a devilish smirk. "But I hope you realize that is how I view you, sincerely, Raven." Now acting candidly instead of false charm, he took my hand once again, raised it to his lips and placed a loving kiss to my carpal.
I smiled weakly. "I love you enough to know when you're uncomfortable, Carlisle. Please, tell me what troubles you so?"
He stayed silent, still thinking of the right words.
"If you only stiffen when you're hiding something… then… what is it now?"
He sighed. "I have a confession, my love."
My heart immediately sank. He'd been keeping something from me… Did he not trust me? And by trust I meant in the realm of how my reaction would be. Of course with any secret I'd be shocked at first, but still I had some control when it came to Carlisle. The only thing I could think of -as a turn off to his trust in my capabilities to handle these types of situations- was when he viewed my reaction to Alberto and Michael's arrival. Yes, I would admit that perhaps I acted improper. But we learn… don't we?
Was this lack of trust permanent, or just a minor effect to something that would soon fade away?
He'd obviously seen my sudden raincloud at his statement. I couldn't quite pick up guilt from him, but I sensed that he was contemplating on something. Silently, he slowed the vehicle to the side of the road. I flashed a double-take at him with hesitant suspicion. If he had anything to say or do, surely he didn't really need to pull the car over. But removing his seatbelt and delicately inching his frame in my direction, he held out his hand for me. Upset with myself for such poor example of my behavior, I only stared at my shoes with a sorry look on my face.
"You don't need to blame yourself for this, Raven."
"For what?" I tested him. Was my reasoning that patent?
"I do trust you, Raven. With anything- everything… But that doesn't necessarily mean that I'm going to tell you all those certain things that I do that I would consider… underground."
I gazed into his eyes. Immediately gasping at how black and icy they looked, I involuntarily jumped. "What happened?" I breathed.
"I haven't fed for quite some time now… Consequently, my eyes grow dark with… my thirst."
I only stared at him; worry consuming me. "You're in pain?"
He gulped quietly at my remark. And inside, I felt that he meant to say more, but chose not to.
"Slightly…" He turned away and sighed roughly before fidgeting in his position. "As I was saying… I have something to tell you."
"I'm guessing that it's not particularly favorable either?" I whispered still adjusting too his deadly eye color.
"M-Maybe, that can wait… I can see- feel how you're nervous…"
"Not nervous…" I corrected him as my eyes darted slowly to his open collar. Something about the word nervous made me think of some awkward date or what not. And by Carlisle's current position, it did begin feeling like that. Not that I was intentionally pinning myself to the wall of the car, but Carlisle had pushed that close to me, where in order to keep a safe distance from him and his enticing lips, I had to move that far away.
"Just a little shaken, then I suppose?" he replied with a hint of lustful malevolence.
Honestly, Carlisle if you're going to tempt me this badly… you might as well at least kiss me!
He perked his brow upwards as if he'd heard my thoughts.
Shaking the idea from my head, I brought my fingertips to his cheek to gently guide his eyes back to mine. Again, it flattered me to know that truly, literally, and plainly I couldn't make him do anything unless he chose to follow my intentions. It wasn't as if I could really move him in even the slightest matter unless he allowed himself to succumb.
"Carlisle," I whispered delicately.
His expression softened, but his eyes remained a solid black. He knew how desperately I wanted to help him and understood that I would insist to do so, but something about his position again led my thoughts otherwise. The dark linen, button-up shirt hugged his muscular frame tightly, especially around his broad shoulders and powerfully built torso; and knowing how powerful he really was only provoked my less than appropriate ideas. His posture added onto the long list of current distractions as he held himself closely to my own body. Be situating himself not even a palm's length away, Carlisle tensely held his form on either side of me, securely placing once hand on the dashboard while the other rested lightly on my armrest.
"Carlisle," I nearly grunted again. "If you're only delaying this worry from me just because you think it will make my day a little less than the standard of happy, you're merely wasting your breath." I dragged my palm down from his cheekbones down his neck and to his open collar. "It's now or not worth the wait."
He gulped slightly at my final remark. "I suppose I have no choice then."
Scanning his statuesque features like a hawk, I observed his perfection and the worry denting his brow. Soon realizing that I would be waiting a few moments before he could properly sum up everything on his mind into words, I hesitantly kissed his cheek for his effort and submission.
He sighed under my light touch; and although I could not see at this angle, I could tell that he had closed his eyes. "You have no idea how good that feels when you kiss me."
Taking a bit of pride and impatience into my statement I replied, "I hate to be pushy, but seeing that we both have some very important talking to do first, my intentions and your pleasures will have to wait."
"You cunning, little witch…" he murmured against the flesh of my neck as he flashed through the distance between us like a snap.
"Your witch," I replied, taking his blond locks into my grasp and clasping our lips together in a near violent kiss. Now that I was literally pinned against the door, and gasping at the hot feeling between my thighs, I started the sidetracking phase of vital matters and simply focused on easing both of our erotic tensions. And seeming to be on the same track, Carlisle viciously ran his hands across my more so provocative areas while he strained against ripping off my small pencil skirt as it refused to be pulled any higher or be spread any wider.
"Vous incitant le sexe, petite sorcière," he growled hungrily.
Stressing at the skirt's denial to his beast's intentions, he only growled louder and ground against me through his stretched trousers. I whimpered at the need and stared desperately into my mate's eyes finding the exact same look of agony.
"Carlisle!" I cried out once he slipped a hand between my folds and began stroking my nerves into euphoria. My breath was deep and loud as air contracted through my lungs thuggishly as if I'd just won a marathon race.
My fingers scrambled to his bulge. Struggle forming within the small cabin, I whined at his belt and zipper as they refused to be opened. Carlisle observed my harrowing defeat and dove to my neck, sucking on my flesh with his cold lips. His venom-coated tongue stroked in the place where a once vital vein now lay at rest. All the more exasperated, we both strained and endeavored to just get at least somewhere in this hot mess!
Slipping two fingers between my wet thighs and working into my burning heat, he stroked my inner walls as they begged for more. I latched my hands onto his collar and smashed against him with a dying plead for him to immediately rip our clothes off. Being his gentleman-self, he merely ripped a long slit through my skirt rather than ravenously tearing it to pieces and throwing it to the floor of the car with a dire sexual rage. -Ha, as if I needed the extra libido.- And on my second attempt, I successfully had his pants undone and hastily prepared for his rather large impalement.
With his inhuman muscle, my mate hoisted me up and slowly dragged me down his chest and onto his dick. Bracing myself on his broad shoulders, I exhaled deeply before a large spasm of desire throbbed in my center. Carlisle felt my response and began his thrusting. In and out of my tight cave like a wild bunny rabbit he penetrated me. Moaning loudly in his ear before nearly screaming in pleasure, I rode him untamed and ferocious.
"Ne s'arrêtent pas!" I screamed. "Carlisle! Don't stop!"
The car shook and bounced as Carlisle roughly mated with me in the most pleasurable and wrong way possible. The guttural grunts and rumbles escaped his chest and throat like a metallic rhythm pounding against my own flesh.
"Supplie! ma sorcière, supplie! Beg, my witch, beg!" he commanded with an animalistic grunt of dominance.
More than happy to oblige, I continued to ride him with a shout of mercy to make him never stop this ecstasy and nirvana!
Bucking quickly beneath me, growing harder by the minute, he dug his palms into my back to help my lessening support. I gave a high-pitched groan once he hit something inside of me at the most perfect angle. Soon realizing that it was the beginning of my climax, I rode the waves on his hard, thick piece. My world seemed to explode as my vision blurred in unimaginable pleasure; false perceptions of sparkles and flashes danced across my eyes. And he released just like that. His milky white, venomous fluid filled me as my body walls drank him dry. The intoxicating aroma filled the cabin as he little by little overflowed and dripped down onto my thighs.
Nearly gasping for breaths, I leaned against my own personal vampire. The sensation still vibrantly lingering everywhere in my body, I straddled his hips for more. Again, he lifted me from his hips and slowly forced me to swallow his large stick. He pushed me down until our hips met once again, so deep inside that I could hardly believe it. Rocking on his length with a few clingy moans, I trailed my hands down his now wrinkled shirt.
"Carlisle…" I breathed approvingly as I rested against his cooling chest.
Still happily inside of me, he only smiled with smugness close in comparison to that of a Jackson 5 brother. "Je t'aime mon petit chou," he cooed very sweetly to my ear.
A contented expression swiftly fell upon my face. I was literally sitting on top of the world, without one wish besides to remain here in Carlisle's grasp. Satisfied to their very depths, my depravity and lust momentarily silenced themselves after such a fulfilling intercourse.
I had little strength to remove myself from his lap. But oh goodness! I didn't want to either!
"Need some help?" he purred quietly, lifting me from his dripping cock and nearly soaked trousers.
Gasping at the sudden withdrawal, my eyes widened at how empty I now felt. Shock consuming me once I stared down at his… unbelievable length… that was inside me? Carlisle had obviously read my thoughts and only smirked at his accomplishment. I gaped at his remarkable face once more and desperately found the need to breathe.
"Darling, oxygen does nothing unless you inhale it," Carlisle teased with a pleasurable grin.
I took in a few choppy breaths only to his command. "Seems' the lifelong tradition of respiratory exorcise has once again failed me as I look upon you."
"Well," he whispered seductively, "I'm not sure if I want to change that just yet, because your reaction is just so… appetizing."
I chuckled at his sharp remark. But sadly, I knew that we still had some business to take care of. "Now, can you tell me?"
He lightly rolled his eyes with the cutest, most delighted look of exasperation. "You're still on that, aren't you?"
"Yes, Dr. Cullen, most undoubtedly."
With a cunning smirk, he finally placed me down on his lap, -the moment lasting merely a second- before he flashed back to the driver's seat, buttoning his damp pants. Satisfied with the fact that I knew I'd get somewhere in this conversation now that we'd released our former sexual tension, I happily sat smug in the passenger seat, watching my mate fumble around for his car keys.
My fingers pulled down my torn skirt so that it wasn't quite so noticeable and wrinkled. With more success than I expected, I sighed and rested my head on the fine leather. Something blinked in my peripheral vision at the bottom of the car. Judgment came to me before curiosity could, and I realized that I'd missed a text on my cell phone.
"Did you happen to hear my phone in the past thirty minutes or so?" I inquired as I reached down to my purse and fished out my electronic device.
"I don't think I'm familiar with your ring-tones. Why, did you?" he stressed toward the end while be bent over to search beneath his seat.
"No, I guess I was too absorbed in the moment."
He looked up to me with an evil smile crossing his lips, "More so… absorbing the moment."
"You dirty, dirty boy," I mumbled as he returned to his searching.
The next happening surprised me. "It's from Emmett…?"
"What's the Big E have to say at this hour?" he distantly replied, interest nada.
My dark eyes scanned the message briefly once, then reread it twice, and then checked for any grammatical error pointing to some misinterpretation. The 34sec hesitated pause ended once Carlisle interrupted my bemused thoughts.
"What is it, Raven?"
A few throat noises escaped me before I could really sum up the message in words, although it was plainly spelled out right in front of me. "We need to get back to the house…immediately."
Carlisle's face flushed with worry. "What else?"
"Nothing… just that."
And even though the text had no hint to it being positive, a joke, or an emergency, something about it gave off a bad omen. Something was terribly wrong.
"Raven, I think our personal matters will have to wait. I'm sorry, but can it remain overlooked until we find out what's going on before we start talking?"
"Of course," I replied with an assuring nod. It bothered me, knowing that I couldn't just go home and curl up against my vampire peacefully; but I knew that if Emmett was texting me about an urgent predicament, it obviously had to be bad…
The opportunity to spend a lovely evening with Carlisle had spoiled itself once realizing that there was a situation going terribly wrong in the content of the Cullen Household.
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