* Please Review! So this chapter might seem slow but I think it is necessary to explain her first few weeks as a newborn*
" That's enough." Jerry said. Lyric growled and held onto him tighter. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed gently. " That's enough, Love." When she didn't pull away, he pushed harder against her. " That's enough, Lyric!" He issued it in a growl and an order.
Lyric sat straight up, throwing her hair back. It fell around her head and against her back like a dark wave of water. She sat up on her knees with her eyes shut. His hands came to rest against her thighs as he waited. Her fangs were still descended and dripping with his blood. She was taking slow deep breaths. She ran her tongue over her lips then looked down at him with black, black eyes. She took a hold of his shirt with narrowed eyes. Lyric leaned down and ran her tongue over the wounds she had made on him. She was purring and it made him shift his hips against hers.
" I can hear your heart beat." She whispered into his ear. He nodded as he looked at her. She still had her eyes narrowed.
" You will pick up on a lot of things now." He whispered.
" You want me. I can smell it." She hissed out.
" Shouldn't be a surprise." Jerry said. Suddenly Lyric's head shot up and she glared at a spot in the ceiling. Her hands tighten on his shirt.
" There is another heartbeat." She said.
" It is a rabbit." Jerry said. " You can tell by the rate of the heart." She closed her eyes and almost moaned.
" I want it." She said. He pushed himself up on his elbows.
" No, Love. You have been dead for a while. It is almost dawn now. Soon, you will start to feel sick to your stomach. It is a warning that the sun is coming. You are going to get very tired and you will sleep through the day." He said. Lyric leaned into his face.
" I don't want to sleep." She purred again. She started grinding her hips slowly against him. " I want you. Can you smell it?" He closed his eyes.
" I always have been." He groaned out. His fangs were descending. Lyric brought her arm around his shoulders.
" Then have me." She purred. Jerry looked at her then wrapped his arm around her waist and flipped them over quickly.
She started yanking her shirt up as he pulled her pants down. He tossed them to the floor then grabbed her panties. Lyric's bra was next to join her shirt, pants, and panties. Jerry stood up and was pulling his shirt off when he felt her hands come to his jeans. He sighed and dropped the shirt to the floor. He watched as Lyric undid his button, then his zipper. She pulled them down then all but yanked him out of his boxers. She had him in her mouth before he could blink. His hands came into her hair and his head fell back. Jerry's eyes shut at the feel of her sliding down his length.
Her arms wrapped around him and gripped at his ass as she swallowed him down. His hips started to work, thrusting back and forth in her mouth. He growled loudly with his fangs completely out. Jerry dropped his head, chin to his chest and watched as her tongue swirled around him. He closed his eyes as his breath stopped. She moved quickly against him and when he felt like he was going to explode, he yanked her off him.
He pushed her onto their bed and mounted her quickly. Her legs were spread wide and he slammed home so hard that had she been human, he would broken her pelvic bone. Lyric's neck arched and she cried out. Jerry buried his mouth into her neck. Her hands went into his hair. They fell into a tight, fast paced rhythm. This time, he didn't have to hold back because she could take it. Her body was stronger. He dragged his fangs up then down her neck before he plunged them inside her with a hiss.
Lyric yanked his hair as he drank from her. It had finally happened, she was finally like him and would be with him forever. She would always be tied to him since he was her marker. He would be able to find her anywhere and her with him as long as they both lived. They would have a connection with each other, able to lock down on each other's emotions and thoughts. When Jerry felt her reaching her end, he pumped his hips harder into her. She tightened around him and moaned out his name.
The second Jerry started pouring through her, he froze. He was as deep inside her as he could with his balls pumping fluid, filling her. His forehead was against hers and they had locked eyes together. He was sweating and swearing, her lips were parted with her breath hitching. Both were frozen against each other, riding out their own and each other's orgasm until his body gave out and he collapsed onto of her.
" You are my mate, we are together." He breathed out in between pants. " I am more than your maker. I am your husband, you are my wife and when we get back to America, we will marry in front of your parents."
The words were useless and Jerry knew it. The first few weeks a newborn vampire was nothing but an animal. She would not understand what he was saying. She would only react to actions, that was how she would learn how to live her new life. To feed and have sex was all a new vampire wanted to do. They were slaves to their animal side.
" It is time for you to sleep." He whispered against her temple. He pulled away from her then pulled her up and out of the bed. He pulled the blankets down and motioned for her to lay down.
" I do not want to sleep." She pouted with her arms crossed over her sheet. Her hunger for his blood and body would rule her over the next few weeks.
" You will, soon. Your stomach is already starting to hurt as mine is. Dawn will pull you under, you won't be able to fight it. Now lay down." Jerry ordered. Lyric frowned but did as he asked. His eyes drank in her naked ass before it disappeared under the blankets.
" You still want me." She said as he covered her up.
" I always want you." He said as he sat down. He leaned down and smiled at her. " Who am I?" He asked. Her eyes started to flutter.
" My maker." She whispered.
" Your mate." Jerry said. Lyric's body started to relax. She turned her head to the side.
" My mate." She whispered out before she slipped into her vampire sleep. Jerry smiled then kissed her on the mouth.
When she would wake again, Jerry would feed her from his neck. They would spend a few hours alternating from feeding to having sex then he would need to leave her. He would order her to stay in their room while he hunted. She would have to listen to him because he was her maker. He would feed twice to keep up his blood supply. This would go on for the first week. The second week he would bring her animals and teach her how to find the heart beat. She would kill as she fed. The third week she would learn when to stop feeding before death set it.
When he was a young vampire, makers did not spend that much time with their night children. Things were easier then, it was easier to hunt and kill. But as humans grew smarted, the vampires adjusted how they cared for and taught their children. She would not be turned loose to the outside world until he was sure of her impulse control. Her eyes would stay black for a while. As she returned to herself, as the vampire in her was more able to be controlled, they would return to their normal color. The more her eyes came back, the more he would know she was ready to go out. He knew just how long that would take.
Jerry watched his sleeping mate as he dressed. Older vampires did not need to sleep during the day. He smiled, thinking how thankful he was that it had finally happen, that he had been able to turn her. He slipped on a pair of sweats and a tee-shirt. He was usually dressed in nice clothes, he usually dressed in the top notch things but he knew when she woke, she would most likely tear what he was wearing because she would be so desperate to have him. She would be desperate to be in his veins and have him inside her.
Jerry climbed into the bed and turned on his TV. He settled down next to her and put his right hand behind his head as he began to flip through the channels. He had books, movies, and the TV to keep himself busy during the day. When he settled on a show, he set the remote down and started to stroke her bare arm.
Knowing she was naked under the blankets and right beside him, was driving him crazy though. His eyes were shifting from the TV, to her, to the clock then back again. He paced through his room and bathroom. He read for a while then took a shower, not because he needed too but because he needed to handle himself and won't do it in bed while she slept. His cock hurt and needed another release.
He had just finished himself off with one hand on the wall and one on his dick when he felt her wake. The shower was enclosed by glass so when he raised his head, he met her eyes. Lyric's fangs were out and ready as she slowly pushed the covers off of her. He grinned and pushed up the shower door. She moved as if she was stalking him. She was slow with her eyes locked on him. Her legs hit the floor a second before she took off after him.
Lyric hit him hard, pushing him against the wall. He grabbed the handle that was on the wall while his other arm went around her. He stopped them from falling as she sank her fangs into his neck. He picked her up so she could wrap her legs against his waist while she drank. She was growling at first but by the time her hunger had calmed down, she was purring. He turned them around and took her against the wall.