One year later.
It was night but Dean still stood in the shadows of the trees that surrounded the parking lot of the motel. It reminded him of the places he and Sam used to stay when on the road, he snorted quietly, which was always. The only time they slept in a place that they could closely call home had been when they'd stayed with Bobby. A little pang of sadness momentarily distracted him from his main purpose, it had been a long time since he'd seen the old hunter, since he or Sam had been welcome in his house. They'd gone to see him only days after being turned, tried to explain, but he'd driven them from his door. Not even inviting them in.
The look in his eyes still haunted Dean. And it hadn't helped that he'd gotten so angry, Bobby's rejection of them had pushed Sammy even closer to the edge. Dean could see it happening right in front of him, his brother slipping further away. He sighed, shaking past hurts from his mind, and focused back on what had brought him here. John had taken his mate to see his family, Dean warning them that if Cameron wished to see them again it must be done in the next couple of years, before his non-aging raised suspicions. That was the only part of being turned that really sucked, the people you left behind.
With a temporarily empty nest, all his Children taking time to follow their own desires, he had become restless. Waiting until the sun set he'd driven out to this small town, he came here sometimes, it was close enough to get to and from within a night but far enough away to not be recognised. Sometimes he would just drink, sometimes he would find a willing partner, a human to feed from, leaving them dazed and confused but alive and Dean sated for a while. But tonight had brought him something different and he'd followed his instincts to this crappy little motel.
Dean had felt it when he'd been a mile away from the towns border, a pull, a twinge of desire that had caused the car to swerve momentarily and it had led him here. He ran his eyes over the doors lit up in front of him, then settled on the one with 13 sloppily hammered into it. He rolled his eyes, yeah great, of course. Unlike John he'd had no inclination to actively seek out his mate, half believing that they didn't actually exist, his nest was full enough and he was proud of his Children and loved them very much. It had been enough.
He licked his lips. There were only a few more hours of night left, and probably not that many more before the little insistent tugging would grow into an irresistible need. His eyes snapped to the right as a car parked up and a man exited, disappearing into the small reception. A moment later he reappeared and Dean's gaze narrowed as he stopped in front of Room 13 and opened the door. This man was not his mate, Dean growled quietly.
Aoife lit a cigarette and began sorting through her bag, she had to leave tomorrow morning, three days here was too long. They would find her. Taking a drag she rested it in the ashtray on the table and zipped up the duffel, slowly exhaling, trying to calm her nerves. She was getting ridiculously paranoid, she thought she'd seen him across the road as she was exiting the store earlier and, even though she'd reassured herself it wasn't by following the man at a safe distance, she still couldn't shake the feeling she was being watched.
Padding over to the small bathroom she turned on the shower and grabbed the rest of her smoke. Taking one final long drag, that made her a little spinny, Aoife dumped the dog end in the toilet and stepped under the hot spray. Soaping up first her body then hair she began humming quietly, a tune that she couldn't remember the words to but always comforted her. Vague memories of her Mother being conjured up by the melody. A few moments later she rinsed the conditioner and reached out for a towel, she frowned. She was sure she'd left one in reach, then a hand grabbed her wrist. She yelped, pulling against the tight grip. The curtain was pushed back and he smiled at her.
"Really thought you could hide from us, bitch?"
She licked her lips and tried to stay calm. Sometimes she could talk her brother down, unlike her Father. "I'm sorry Aidan. I was not hiding I promise. Only exploring"
"Liar" He hissed at her and wrapped a hand in her hair, dragging her from the bathroom and throwing her on the floor. A robe was chucked in her direction. "Cover yourself whore"
Swallowing she quickly slid on the robe, her brother had reached the stage where he could barely conceal his lust for her, that was one of the reasons she'd run. At least Father only hit her when the mood took him. She looked around, he wasn't here…yet.
"Father..?"
"Oh he's on his way Aoife. He is most displeased with you" Aidan offered her a cruel smile. "I look forward to watching you punished"
She tried not to vomit and stayed on the floor. Eyes averted from the rather prominent bulge. He chuckled darkly. "Oh yes, even the thought is making my mouth water and my dick hard Aoife"
She was totally screwed, it seemed her bid for freedom had finally tipped her brother over the edge, his insanity clearly showing through the usual smooth image he projected. It wasn't like he couldn't get women, he was very handsome, a younger image of their Father, and he could be very charming when he wished to be but he always had wanted what was forbidden.
She kept her head lowered, dropping her voice. "This is not right Aidan, if you cannot see that at least think on what Father would say"
"I don't give a shit what Father says! He's old, and getting weak, I'm the man of the house now" She was pulled up by her hair. "And so now you are mine you…"
The door to her room was ripped from its hinges, flying out into the dark of the night. Her brother was blocking most of her view of the now gaping hole where the door had been and she could see only boots and faded jeans. She whimpered quietly as Aidan turned, not bothering to release his hold on her hair. A low growl sent shivers up her spine.
"Fuck off, I don't need fucking crackheads interfering in my business"
She closed her eyes, her brothers temper appeared to have dulled his survival instinct. Aoife waited for the torrent of abuse, the attack of other men but there was only a soft low voice. "Tell me I can come in, its your room sweetheart, I need your permission. Then I can help you"
Aidan laughed. "Whoever the fuck you are she's no sweetheart" He tugged her hair. "Who you been hooking up with now whore?"
There was another growl. "Invite me in"
Aoife half knelt, half sat on the floor, her brothers grip tightening on her hair, his hard-on so close to her face she was having difficulty holding back the bile, and a stranger at her door offering to help. Who apparently couldn't come in without her permission, and who growled. She closed her eyes, he couldn't do any worse to her than what Aidan and her Father had planned. She licked her lips. "Please, come in"
Dean felt the barrier drop away before she'd even finished speaking. The man who had a grip on his mate dropped her hair and turned to swing a punch, a sudden look of surprise on his face when he was lifted from the ground and slammed against a wall. Dean pushed into him harder, hearing his bones creak under the pressure. He turned to look at her, still sprawled out on the floor, robe slipping away from pale, smooth legs. "Who is this?"
His mate tipped her head, the expression on her face making his stomach twist in a way that he hadn't felt since he was a human. "Who?!" He tightened his grip and the man groaned quietly.
She licked her lips. "My brother"
"What?"
"He is my brother, my older brother"
Dean didn't think it was possible for his rage to increase but it did, his fangs slid down and he growled. He turned his face to her brother's giving him the full view of the beast. "I should rip your fucking throat out. She's your little sister, you're supposed to protect her from shit like this"
The man just grinned at him, he was obviously way past the point of any rational thought. "But I do, she's mine. All mine"
Dean hissed. "Sick fuck" A hand curled around his arm and he looked down at her. Expecting to see fear in her eyes at what he was he blinked at the calm cool green gaze that met his.
"Please, he is my brother"
"He has no right to hear you call him that. He isn't even a shadow of what a brother should be"
"But he was, once"
"While this is all very heartwarming I'm feeling a little left out here" The batshit crazy guy was grinning again. "If you're going to fuck her do you mind if I stick around?"
Dean snapped his gaze back to him. "You're done" Releasing him he knocked him out, letting him drop to the floor. "You should let me kill him"
"I expect someone will eventually, but I won't be a part of it"
He sighed and looked down at her. Now the rage was subsiding a bit the pulling was back, and she was beautiful, he gave thanks for that. He pushed her slowly drying hair from her face and cupped her chin. "You're not afraid of me?"
She shook her head in his light hold. "You have been watching me?"
Dean raised a brow. "Yes. You felt that?"
"I…thought at first it was Aidan, following me. But now I know it was you, you feel…familiar" Her voice was soft, almost melodic, the accent doing strange things to his dick.
"What is your name beautiful?"
"Aoife"
"Very pretty"
"Thank you" She smiled. "Do I get to know yours?"
"Mine's not so pretty"
"It would not suit you"
Her attitude was completely throwing him off-balance, Dean had been expecting tears, or anger, or running and screaming. "My name is Dean. Do you want to know why I have been watching you?"
Aoife nodded.
"You know what I am?"
"I think so"
"Our kind each have a mate, a soul mate, and if we are very lucky we get to find them, spend the rest of our time here with them. When I drove into town a few hours ago I knew you were here. I came to find you, take you home"
"I am yours?"
"Yes"
Her gaze flickered to her still unconscious brother. "But you do not get to choose your mate?"
"No" Dean stroked his thumb over her lips. "Look at me Aoife"
Her eyes returned to his.
"It doesn't matter, what he said, what he's done. I will always love you, you will be my everything"
She swallowed. "He hasn't, not ever. Maybe tonight, if you hadn't…"
"It doesn't matter"
His mate nodded again. "And I'm not a whore"
"I know"
"They never let me uh, out. Never let any other men around"
The rage began to rise again. "They?"
"My Father"
Dean gave another growl. "We shall talk about them later, what is to be done. But now you will come back with me. This place is not suitable"
"Suitable?"
"Take what you need. It is getting close to dawn"
"Dean..?"
He fought the urge to hike her over his shoulder and throw her in his car. Instead he pressed his lips to hers, encouraging them apart, moaning quietly as his tongue slid over hers. He pulled in his control and backed off. "You need to trust me" Dean waited, he really didn't want to have to take her by force and she'd seemed so relaxed before. Maybe the shock was wearing off.
His mate chewed her lip. "I do"
"Then we need to go now"
Pulling her towards his car only two minutes later he caught a little wave of fear coming off her. Dean turned but she wasn't looking at him, eyes focused on a man striding towards her, and there was no mistaking he was related to the prick they'd left in the room. "Stay here" Not bothering to explain he wordlessly grabbed the man by the throat and practically carried him to her room. He threw him next to his son.
"I'm not killing you because your daughter has asked me not to" Dean let his fangs slide down and he leant in as the man silently gaped at him. "But I can't promise she won't change her mind, I can be very persuasive, and I think you should die, painfully and slowly. You've turned your son into a sick freak and made your daughter's life hell. You should have been fucking castrated, and I can still make that happen. It will happen if I hear you're looking for her, or I see your face again. She's mine now" He knocked him out, which brought a lot less satisfaction than making him dead, and left them both lying there in a puddle of their own piss.
Aoife stood silently in the car park, wrapping the grey jersey robe tighter around her body. It hadn't even occurred to her to get dressed but now she was regretting it, without his presence she was starting to feel vulnerable, exposed. A slight shiver ran through her, the night air was cool and so was the concrete that her bare feet were standing on, but it wasn't just the cold that was causing her to shake.
There was no fear of this man called Dean but it was exactly that knowledge that was making her afraid. He was strong and fast, and she was pulled to him with an irresistible force, stirring up feelings she had long ago learnt to ignore, ever since her Father had caught her chatting and laughing with Matthew Byrne after a school rugby match. He'd dragged her into their house by her hair, pushed her over the old wooden table that stood in their kitchen and taken his belt to her bare arse until the blood had run down her thighs and dripped onto the stone floor.
On her hands and knees, scrubbing her own fluids from the rough stone, Aiofe had resolved to never incur her Father's wrath in that way again and had taken herself out of school soon after, becoming little more than a maid. Trapped in the family home unless they decided that she deserved to accompany them into town. But she doubted that any threat from her family would have been be able to take her from the path that led to this man, this…vampire.
As unbelievable as it was there was no doubt left in her mind as to what he truly was, and in a way that held no fear either. If he was to kill her tonight then so be it, once her Father and brother awoke they would be very angry, and they would come looking for her. At least this way they would never be able to find her. But if he spoke the truth and she was to be his, that he would protect her, maybe even make her strong enough to protect herself, then this was something she would accept also.
Aoife just hoped that her body would not make him display the same rage that he had shown the rest of her family. She got the distinct impression this Dean enjoyed a woman's body, and that he expected nothing less than perfection. She shivered again at the thought of the marks on her back and arse, the raised white lines that stood as proof of her Father's continual disappointment in her. And she had no idea as to what was to happen, what she was expected to do, she had not even dared to try to find a book that detailed the act of sex, it would not have been worth the punishment if one of them had found it.
Her only insight had been the half-mad mutterings of her brother as he'd watched her clean or cook, sometimes talking about her, about the way she looked, sometimes about whatever unlucky woman had ended up in his bed the night before. She had often fallen asleep with the pillow pressed around her ears, trying to block out the sounds coming from the next room.
Dean opened the car door and held out a hand. "Come on baby girl, we're home"
His mate looked up at him before slowly reaching out, allowing him to grasp her and gently pull her from the Impala's front seat. The range of emotions she'd been sending out on the way home had been driving him insane. Swinging from fear, to desire, to uncertainty and back again. He just needed to get her in his nest, in his bedroom, then he could think clearly, explain properly.
Reaching back into the car he grabbed her bag with his other hand and led her up the steps to the front door. As he opened it he discreetly inhaled. His Children were still absent, which suited him now he had her. This was gong to take all his time and energy for the next couple of days. Dean had watched John with Cameron all those months ago, and had struggled not to interfere. His Childe had exhausted himself forging their bond but now it was unbreakable, ran so deep that sometimes even Dean had trouble trying to separate their thoughts.
"This is where you live?" HIs mate was looking around her as best she could as she was hurried towards the stairs.
He paused a minute. "You were expecting something else?"
"Um, I'm not sure" He watched her take in the comfy furniture, open fires, very large TV.
"We are quite capable of living in a dusty old castle but we still prefer to enjoy the luxuries we had before if possible"
"You lived here..before?"
"No"
Realising this was probably the end of the discussion, at least for now, Aiofe nodded. "Ok"
Resisting the urge to roll his eyes in a very non-vampiric way Dean tugged on her hand and began to make his way to the stairs. Having no choice but to follow in his wake she made her way up the stairs, only a step behind him. He frowned as he sensed the slight drag, the way he was still pulling her rather than just guiding her. His mate was still unsure, and she was beginning to swing back to fear again.
Gesturing to the couch that sat at the foot of his bed Dean dumped her bag by it and padded over to the cabinet which had the fridge hidden away beneath it. "Just relax baby, you want something to drink?"
"Um, I'm not sure"
He turned and raised a brow. Aoife shrugged. "I was not permitted to drink"
Dean sighed and poured her a large whisky. "This probably won't taste too good first time round, but its strong and it'll warm you up ok?"
Nodding she took the glass from him. "Thank you" She sniffed the amber liquid and pulled a face.
He chuckled and sat next to her. "That's thirty year-old whisky you're turning your nose up at darlin'. Trust me Aoife, take some"
As she coughed on the first, tiny, sip that she took Dean leant in and ran his tongue up her neck. "And again baby girl. When it's gone we'll get cleaned up. I can still smell your fucking family all over you, and me"
Pleased by the slight receding of fear for it to be replaced by lust he hummed quietly and ran his fingers through her hair. It had finally completely dried and Dean thought it'd be a shame it was about to get wet again soon. The soft red had little strands of gold that shimmered in the light thrown out from the modest chandelier that hung above his bed, and it was like silk slipping through his fingers.
His mate shifted, her hair moving too far away for him to touch it without reaching out. He growled quietly. "Um.." She took another, larger sip. Nearly half of the drink had gone now. "I have never…no one has ever seen..me"
"It only makes you more special Aoife"
She sighed and drained her drink, coughing slightly and handing him her glass. "You don't understand" Dean watched her stand and turn so her back was to him. The robe slipped down to the top of her arse. The glass shattered in his hand under the pressure of his suddenly tightening grip, droplets of blood appearing over his fingers. Ignoring them he stood and bent closer, there were deep lines and raised ones, all an even paler white than her untouched skin. All seemed old and he guessed she must have been on the run for a long time, or she'd learnt how not to spark their tempers.
He trailed his fingers over them, leaving slight smears of his own blood over her back. She flinched and tried to step away, freezing as his arms wrapped around her waist and he nuzzled into her neck. "Oh baby girl, what have they done to you?" He inhaled her scent trying to quell the steadily building rage, he didn't care what she said, when she was truly his Dean would be hunting the bastards down.
"I'm sorry" Her voice was barely a whisper now.
"You shouldn't be sorry my love, they should"
"I'm not…beautiful"
Dean growled again and stepped back, pulling his shirt over his head. "Turn around Aoife"
The robe began to slide back up her back.
"Leave it"
Her movements stopped and she paused before slowly turning around. The grey jersey was pooled at her waist, hand tightly gripping it to keep her sex covered, the pale skin that covered her toned stomach dipped into an inviting V. Her breasts weren't the largest he'd ever seen but they stood high and firm, small pink nipples calling out for his tongue, his teeth. At least they'd left that part of her free from marks. Keeping his arousal at bay for now he watched as her gaze flickered to his shoulders, down to his chest and then quickly back up again.
"What I did before I was turned was dangerous, I got into a lot of fights, ended up covered in scars"
His mate looked him over again and her brow furrowed.
"Yours will be gone, just like mine are. This is a rebirth Aoife, a new beginning, and your body will be so much better at healing itself. But I want you to understand that it wouldn't matter if they were always with you. You are beautiful, do you understand?"
She shook her head.
"Yes, you are" Dean licked his lips. "And you're currently pushing my control to the limit so I suggest we get clean" He stepped in to her, reaching out for that hair again, letting it fall through his fingers before tracing a soft line down her throat, over her collarbone, swirling over her breasts, thumbs grazing her nipples. He moaned as her desire for him travelled through his now zinging nerves. There was still some uncertainty but he knew that would be gone soon enough. Even before he was a vampire he could make any woman feel beautiful, and with her he shared a bond that would make it all the more easy.
He moved back over to the drinks. "Go and start the shower my love, set it to a temperature that is comfortable for you. It no longer bothers me"
Aoife blinked back up at him then nodded, taking a new glass, amber liquid swirling against its sides. He watched her disappear through the door he'd gestured to and ran a hand over his face before draining his own whisky in one go. He still enjoyed a drink but it had never tasted quite the same since he'd been changed. His nectar of choice being a little more..biological these days. Dean forced a breath in and out of his completely pointless lungs and shed the rest of his clothing.
Everything about her was screaming at him to throw her down and take her, claim her, make her his, but this was the one time she would be human when they fucked and he needed to revel in it, and not hurt her. And while the anger still rushed through his veins at the treatment she had endured it would be a struggle. This day would form the base of their bond and it had to be perfect, or as near as. Checking the shutters at the windows and drawing the curtains he made his way to the sound of rushing water, he didn't need to be bursting into flames halfway through.
Aoife felt herself be placed gently on the bed, almost reverently, and soft full lips pressed onto hers. She opened her mouth, knowing what was expected of her now, and he moaned quietly, curling his tongue around hers before sucking it into his own mouth. She felt the slight scrape of pointed teeth against it and shivered a little in anticipation. She wasn't sure how long they'd stood in the shower, his hands running over her, exploring at the same time as ridding her of the smell he found so displeasing.
He'd stopped grumbling his displeasure after her third soaping and had begun to make soft growling and purring noises that had given her strange little twinges in between her legs and deep down in her stomach. Every time his stroking and rubbing had brought his face in close enough contact with hers she'd been treated to soft, lazy kisses, gentle nips to her bottom lip until her eyes had slid shut, and she'd stopped flinching every time his hands ran over her back.
Now she was in a nice fuzzy place, the haze of lust mingled with the two whisky's and a hot, steamy shower meant she was relaxed, and yearning for his touch again. If this was only the beginning of their bond she doubted she'd ever get anything done again, right now Aoife couldn't imagine wanting to be anywhere but his bed. She was vaguely aware that at some point he was going to have to effectively kill her and bring her back but that seemed preferable than never getting to do this again.
"Stay with me baby girl" He was smiling down at her, the tips of his fangs slightly showing below his top lip, then his face disappeared from her line of sight and her nipple was engulfed in warmth, tongue flicking over it, saliva coating the surrounding breast. Aoife hummed quietly and arched a little, forcing more of her into his eager mouth before giving a little groan as his teeth scraped the sensitive skin there. Dean growled around her, vibrations heightening the pleasure before a little stab of pain told her he'd broken the skin.
He groaned as he lapped at her healing the wound. "Taste so good baby" Then he was moving to the other side, no teeth this time but still delicious suction, those little flicks that made her feel all wet between her thighs. Moving away he worked his way down her torso and stomach, indulging in one more taste, opening a thin line of skin above her hipbone and taking long licks of the blood that beaded on the surface.
The pain of the wound being opened was instantly overwhelmed by the pleasure of his tongue running over her skin, the small moans of pleasure falling from his lips as he tasted her. His fingers ran between her legs, gently caressing, dipping in and out while his mouth travelled down from her hip to nudge the inside of her thighs so she fell even more open to him. Aoife had never thought to bother with what she looked like down there but whilst in the shower he had gently removed all of her hair, so now she was exposed fully to him, giving him an unobstructed view of everything.
His hand slipped away and that strong talented tongue ran up her folds, and circled her, sending jolts of pleasure through her. She breathed his name and he murmured something that was lost deep inside her. She was so wet now, she could feel it sliding over the inside of her legs, running down so she was sure she was soaking his very expensive sheets. And then a strange feeling began to wash over her, her stomach tightened and fluttered before releasing her into a state of bliss. Dean gave a muffled groan and, his mouth never breaking contact, moved to the juncture where her pubic bone met her legs and he sank his teeth into her.
She softly called out as she felt the first pulls of her blood being taken, another cry as his fingers slipped inside of her, curling and twisting, and stretching. Writhing weakly Aoife felt the blissful feeling raising up once again only this time she had something to tense around, for her muscles to grip, and she felt herself arch up as her release crashed down on her. She breathed deeply once her body allowed it and looked down to where he was still feeding, fingers still caressing her insides.
"Dean" She sounded so different, so quiet and breathy. He removed his fangs and looked up, one hand raising him, the other still buried between her legs. His eyes were heavy-lidded with lust and a small drop of her blood sat at the corner of his mouth. She licked her lips, Aoife had never seen anything so beautiful. She held her arms out. "Please"
"Whatever you want baby girl" His voice was deeper, more animalistic and it only served to arouse her more. She couldn't think of anything now except for letting him take her, for having this everyday forever. Lapping at her to close the wound he then slid back up, fingers still dealing out their sweet torture on her tired body. He stole another soft kiss, letting her taste herself and she moaned softly, fluttering around him.
Whimpering into his mouth as he removed his hand from her she tried to intensify the kiss but she was so tired now. Dean growled and gave her what she wanted, tongue forcefully claiming her mouth, one hand gripping her hair, the other slipping underneath, pushing her up into him. She grumbled half-heartedly as he pulled away. He purred in her ear. "Gonna take you now, make you mine"
She'd barely stuttered out her 'please' when he thrust into her, the pain and the fullness, the feeling of being stretched making her choke out his name, a sudden tear well up and slide down her cheek.
"S'ok baby, gonna be so good I promise" It felt like forever for the pain to fade and he held her tight, murmuring comforting words into her skin as he pushed and pulled, in and out of her, until the pleasure began to return, her feet sliding up and down the mattress as she tried to control her reactions. His tongue ran over her skin. "Let go my love, I've got you" Then with a another low growl that vibrated down to her core he bit into her throat and began to take more long pulls of her blood.
As Aoife felt herself grow weaker she was aware of his growing strength, his need. Dean was slamming into her now whilst his teeth sank deeper, the sounds of his feeding mingling with his moans of pleasure, a wave of emotion hit her and she realised it wasn't hers, it was his. Desire, love, hunger washed over her and she orgasmed again, her exhausted and drained body pushing itself to its limit, trying to hang on to him, grasp at the source of its pleasure. Over and over she came until her world began to grow dark, quiet except for the sound of his voice in her ear telling her he loved her.
Twenty-four hours later.
Dean looked down at her as she stirred but didn't wake. He'd been worried that he'd gone too far, allowed his desire for her to overwhelm the part of him that knew she must be turned, that she was too special to hurt. But as she'd slowly started to respond, lapping eagerly at the wound he'd opened on his wrist in her sleep, he'd begun to relax. His mate nuzzled into his skin, her natural instincts seeking him out, wanting more.
"Can you wake for me baby girl?"
She grumbled quietly, eyes staying shut but intensifying her nuzzling. He felt the slight scrape of newly formed fangs over his chest. Growling Dean tugged her face away from him with her hair and she fought weakly. "No more until you open those eyes beautiful" After what felt like a small eternity his mate slowly opened them, blinking up at him, and he licked his lips at the little surge of want that flared through him.
Dean had known that as beautiful as she was as a human, she would make an exquisite vampire. Whatever happened when you were turned had an air-brushing effect, smoothing you over and intensifying your features. The beautiful green of her eyes was now luminous, standing out against alabaster skin, framed by darkened lashes. Her hair which had so fascinated him before tumbled over her shoulders and breasts, some falling over her face, a mass of red and gold waves.
Her head was tipped back by his hold and the smooth pale skin of her neck made his teeth itch. Apparently his mate called out to the stereotypical vampire in him. All she needed was a white satin nightie and you could slap a cloak on him and call him Dracula.
"Sire?"
"Welcome back my love" He smiled down at her and released his hold "How do you feel?"
His mate rolled to her back and stretched her arms into the air in front of her, turning her hands and studying them. The long, pointed fingernails that female vampires developed enhancing their elegance. Dean's skin heated slightly as he pictured them scraping over his back, drawing blood, as he ploughed into her. "I feel.." She frowned. "..tired"
"Hmm, a couple more days then that'll go. It's normal" He shifted so he was settled over her, comfortably resting between her legs. "You need to feed more"
"Feed?" Aoife licked her lips.
"Don't worry my love" Dean gave in and ran his tongue down her throat. "Just from me for now. I'll teach you when you're ready to go out" Her hands slid into his hair, fingernails scraping his scalp. Rather than the growl he was going for a deep, low purr escaped his lips before he wrapped them around her nipple, sucking gently. He couldn't feed from her again, not yet, she was too weak, but it was important to have as much physical contact as possible. Smooth legs slid up and down his sides. He moaned softly and released her, looking up into green that almost matched his.
Sliding back up he flipped them so he was resting comfortably on the pillows with his mate sprawled awkwardly over him. She squirmed slightly, deliciously rubbing over his dick before finding her balance and pushing up onto her hands. She scowled down at him. "I was comfortable"
"And now I am" Dean smirked at her and then gently cupped her face, bringing her down for a long, lazy kiss, tongues slowly curling around each other. His mate was a quick learner. He groaned, a really quick learner, her hips were making small little figure of eights over his cock that was trapped between them, and he could smell her increasing arousal. He pulled back from the kiss, licking his lips as she stared back at him, pupils blown and mouth bruised and wet. "Up baby girl"
Lifting her hips slightly with one hand he used the other to position himself, his tip lightly brushing her entrance and getting a lovely covering of her juices. His room was beginning to fill with the scent of sex again and he twitched a little, and then a lot as Aoife lowered herself onto him, slowly but never stopping until he was nestled deep inside, her pelvis flush to his.
A little while later, as she thrust down onto him again and he watched her fangs slide down and her eyes grow even brighter, Dean pushed himself up, wrapping an arm around her waist and tilting his head to the side in clear invitation. His mate growled quietly, not as deep or as dangerous as his but still shooting a primal shudder of pleasure up his spine, then she dipped her head, sinking sharp teeth into his neck as one hand held him in place at the back of his head, the other at the small of his back.
It wasn't often Dean allowed another vampire to feed from him, only offering it to his Children if they were in need of comfort or they had been injured, his dominant streak had followed him into his eternal life and was now even stronger. Even older vampire's often seemed to shy away from him, or wanted him to take them to bed, their flight or fuck instincts being kicked into overdrive in the presence of an Alpha vampire.
So the pleasure he was getting from his mates teeth sunk deep into his skin, the pulling of his blood, had blindsided him a bit. This was different from when she'd been curled into him, lapping at whatever he chose to offer. Now she was taking, rocking back and forth with his dick inside her and his blood pouring into her mouth. He groaned as the first signs of him cumming with embarrassing force started sparking off in his body. Aoife started making little mewling noises around the sounds of her feeding and her movements sped up as she began to pulse around him.
The hand at his back began to curl, fingernails biting into his skin, and Dean knew the pain was only going to add an even more delicious edge to his orgasm. He felt a drop of blood roll from him and drip over her fingers. And then she was soaking his dick, strong muscles holding it in place as she intensified her feeding, prolonging her climax. He gave in and joined her, moaning and growling as she pulled every last drop from him.
As he came down from what was rather an awesome orgasm he felt her release his throat, cool tongue gently lapping at his skin to help him heal. A natural instinct that told him she was well on her way to being fully transformed. He lay them back down keeping her on top of him, grunting a little as he slid from her and felt his cum begin to run between them. He ran his hands over her back finding nothing but smooth soft skin.
His mate wriggled a little, murmuring into his neck.
"Hmm, they're all gone darlin" His voice sounded husky, lazy.
Pushing herself back up Aoife looked down at him and caught a stray drop of blood with her tongue. "All of them?"
"Yeah" He pushed her hair back and brushed his lips against hers. "All mine now"
She shivered slightly. Dean rolled them so he could move away, sliding off the bed and pulling the comforter over her. "Another shower soon I think. Just got to replenish my blood levels" He grinned down at her. "You want something baby?"
"Um, coffee? Will it taste the same?"
"Not as good as what you just had but yeah" He padded over to the cabinet and flicked on the kettle. There was an extensive kitchen downstairs but it was useful to have a little of everything up here too, especially when the sun was high in the sky and he couldn't remember if he'd pulled the curtains closed downstairs. Dean opened the fridge and pulled out a blood pack, emptying its contents into a tumbler, he still couldn't bring himself to just rip the plastic open and down it in one.
Dean groaned quietly as he turned and caught her out as she discovered the blood on her fingers and began to slowly lick it off. It was going to be a while before the bond settled enough for him to spend any time with her without wanting to fuck her senseless. "Baby cut that out"
His mate looked back innocently, tongue darting between her fingers. "Cut out what?"
He rolled his eyes and brought their drinks over to the bed. "You know what" He slid in beside her and caught her hand, finishing her clean up for her.
Aoife sat up and growled. "Was mine"
"Actually it was mine" He smirked at her then handed her the steaming mug. "Drink up beautiful"
"Hmm" She inhaled cautiously then took a sip. "Thank you"
"You're welcome" Dean trailed lazy patterns over her exposed breasts and stomach as he drank, feeling some of his strength returning. "Do you want to talk about anything Aoife?"
"Um, would you mind telling me a bit about you, do others live here? Do you have other uh, mates?"
"Only you my love. There is only ever one" He ran a finger around her nipple. "But I have Children"
"Children?"
"Other's I have turned. Although with them it was to save them, when I was too late to prevent their human death" He forced a sigh. "Tara was first, attacked by a vamp on her way home from practice…"
"Practice?"
He smiled slightly. "Cheerleading"
"Oh, she is pretty?"
"Yes, she drives everyone insane. I look forward to the day she finds her mate"
"Um, will she be…?"
"Jealous? Maybe a little, but she has no problem finding company, usually highly unsuitable company at that" Dean placed his empty glass on the table and pulled his mate to him. "Then came Matthew, attacked by a Wendigo, there was so much damage I wasn't sure I could help but he made it. Now he has a mate, Jenna, they met very soon after he was turned so we have a slightly weaker bond but I love him the same as the others. And last, but definitely not least is John"
"He is your favourite?"
Dean chuckled. "No favourites, but he and I spent two years together before he found his mate"
"He is beautiful also?"
"Oh yes. And so is his mate Cameron. They spend more time here than the rest. I hope that they will stay even after the other's leave"
"Your Children will leave?"
"Eventually, as all Children do. But they will always be welcome here, and this is where they will be drawn to when they are in need"
"What makes John and Cameron different?"
"I'm not sure. They were older when they were turned, maybe that is it. Their training also instilled in them honour, and loyalty"
"Training?"
"Both Air Force, and I know Cameron was recruited by another agency but he only ever refers to it in a vague manner. I'm sure he would tell me if I asked but it is not my place. John knows all his secrets and that is how it should be"
"Will I be expected to care for your Children?"
Dean looked down at the top of her head in surprise, it was not a question he had been expecting. "No baby girl, it is not your responsibility but I hope you will grow to love them too. And I expect they will be more inclined to try to care for you, despite being my mate you will be the youngest of us"
She nodded against his shoulder. "And what will my duties be here?"
He frowned. "No duties. We all do our fair share. The only thing I ask is that you don't stray too far from me, it will cause me to worry, and if something happened to you…" Dean trailed off, getting lost slightly in the sudden panic and horror of her being hurt, or taken from him.
"I understand. I'm sorry, I am used to having rules, chores to keep my busy"
"You have many years to fill with whatever you want now my love. Think about what you would like to do, I can help" He dropped a kiss into her hair. "But for now we need to get clean, and you need to sleep again" He shifted slightly against the sheets. "And I need to change the bed"
