When Helen awoke the next morning, she found bare sheets where she assumed Nikola would be. She thought this odd because she had always been a light sleeper, roused at the slightest noise. For a moment she almost thought yesterday had been a dream until she recognized the pale pink scratches on her skin from Nikola's talons. Last night they had been deep enough to draw blood and once the liquid life had stopped flowing, they had become welted and emblazoned red. But, due to her accelerated healing ability, the wounds now only appeared as faint pink blemishes on the alabaster canvas of her skin. Helen drew the pads of her fingers along the marks, smiling to herself; it hadn't been a dream. Nikola had been here. They had made love and fallen asleep entwined together.
She rubbed the sleep from her eyes and examined the clock. She had gotten behind in her work yesterday and she was up earlier than usual- this was her chance to catch up before the others made their way to her office for the morning meeting. She didn't have the time to wonder where Nikola had disappeared to- he was a big boy and could take care of himself. She showered quickly and dressed, deciding on a white blouse and navy blue skirt that fit snugly and was shorter than most she wore. She completed the look with a pair of navy blue stilettos and her favorite silver necklace; a replica of the one she had buried the empty coffin of her fallen daughter.
Hoping to get caught up on some work, Helen rushed down to the lab. Entering and slipping on her signature lab coat, she made her was across the room to the microscope. She was hunched over scanning slides when she heard the door open and the shuffling of feet as someone entered. She didn't bother to look up, thinking to herself that it could only be one of five possible people. When she felt the chilled hand graze her neck to pull back the tangle of curls, she knew exactly who had entered.
Nikola reached out and swept the brunette locks away from her neck, planting a soft kiss at the pulse point that lie beneath. "Hello, Darling."
Goosebumps sprouted against his breath as he whispered the words into her ear.
He lingered for a moment, breathing her in deeply and allowing her delicate scent to fill and settle in his nostrils.
Turning to face him, Helen asked the question, "Where were you when I woke?" They were nose to nose now and she knew this was a compromising position should one of her team walk in. But she didn't want to move away from him just yet. She could smell the oaky aroma that lingered in his lips from the wine he had already ingested this morning. Their eyes met and his lips peeled back into a grin. "Well, my dear, your team does not yet know what happened between us last night. I thought it only fair to let you tell them when you see fit." He explained, "We may have met with some opposition if we just walked down from your room together this morning. I slipped out when I woke up and made my way to the wine cellar." He gestured to the mostly empty of bottle in his hand that had previously gone unnoticed by her. "Bordeaux, my dear?"
Shaking her head, Helen moved away from him and back to her work. "Nikola, I fell behind yesterday because of our 'break time'. I am trying to catch up a bit before the morning meeting." Her voice hinted her hurriedness. "Could you please sit there and allow me to work for awhile?" She motioned to a metal table and office chair that sat in the corner, indicating that was where she wanted him.
Nikola resigned himself to the seat and watched as she returned to her work. She huddled over the microscope again, her back towards him- giving him full view of her voluptuous hips and shapely rear. He couldn't help but lick his lips at the sight of her. She was magnificent. He'd always seen it but now it was more apparent than ever. His eyes trailed from her backside down her legs and stayed there. Long, smooth, flawless legs with perfectly defined calves;
God, he loved her legs!
Eventually, one by one the Sanctuary team made their way to Helen's office and took their usual spots on her matching leather couches. She entered and took her seat, last to arrive and looking a bit shaken. She glanced around the circle of friendly faces and smiled warmly."Good morning, everyone. Let's get started..."
Later that day:
Helen was seated at her desk looking over some files that were sent from the London Sanctuary. Henry, Will, and Kate were out on a call and Biggie was on his yearly sabbatical. A light knock came from her office door and she looked up from the paperwork. "Yes?"
The door swung open and there stood Nikola, a fresh bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. "Helen, my love, you have been tediously working all day. Do come and have a glass with me?" Nikola coaxed her. He was here for her and she was too busy working to spend any time with him. He was, in fact, pouting. He took a seat on the couch across the room and pulled the cork from the bottle, pouring two large glasses of the deep red liquid.
"I can't Nikola. I have to have my wits about me when the team returns with our newest resident." Helen answered him, looking again at the papers on her desk.
"They will be gone for hours and there will be no new guest..." Nikola explained.
Helen looked at him quizzically and he could see the question in her eyes. "You made the call, didn't you? You have a false report of
an abnormal?"
"What can I say? I wanted some more alone time with you..." Nikola rose and walked to where Helen sat at her desk. He extended a hand to her, indicating that he wanted her to join him. She took his hand and stood, facing him. "I suppose I could take a short break." she relinquished. Yet again, she was putting her work on hold for the feel of Nikola.
Raising a hand to brush the hair from her face, he smiled and simply said, "My love." Helen smiled gingerly and tilted her face into his touch. She liked him this way, the soft side of him. She leaned in close and placed a kiss on his lips, bringing her hands up to cup his face. She looked deep into his eyes, removing her hands and pulling back the collar of her shirt, offering her neck to him. "Drink," she told him and he eagerly leaned in flicked out his tongue for a taste of her sweet skin. He stared at her pulse for a moment, watching it rise and fall quickly with every rapid beat of her heart. He pulled back his lips revealing his fangs and quickly and precisely pierced her jugular. Nikola pulled back and watched the sticky crimson flow from the tiny holes before closing his mouth over them once again. She tasted better than the finest wine, rich and sweet. He drank deeply from her, quenching his thirst and igniting his passions.
Helen had to admit to herself that she did quite enjoy being fed from. As Nikola indulged in her blood, she was become more and more aroused. That shock of lightening once again flowed in from his bite and pulsed out and down her limbs, causing a wave of goose bumps to settle along her neck and spine. A moan spilled out from slightly parted lips and she shivered, the waves of pleasure heightening her sensations. He pulled back and smiled wickedly at her, his lips and teeth still stained with her life.
She returned his smile and pecked at him hard on the lips, pushing her tongue out to part them. Their mouths entwined in passion and their hands reached out to explore each other, enmeshed in hair and disheveling clothing.
Low, deep moans flowed out of Helen as Nikola deposited kisses across her neck and down her cleavage. He worked her buttons loose and her blouse fell away, revealing pale skin and black lace. His hands and eyes roamed every inch of exposed dermis and he dragged black talons across white flesh, bringing up spots of blood on her abdomen. Their eyes met- blue eyes met black, as they explored each other's mouths again while Helen relieved Nikola of his shirt and unbuttoned his pants. She pulled back and looked at him. His skin was as pale as hers, if not more so and he was lean but sturdy and well-defined. His chest was smooth and resembled engraved marble carved by chisel. She ran her hands over it, tracing the muscles with her fingers and a smile wicked across her lips. She slashed at his chest with her nails, leaving thin red trails and causing him to cry out in surprise.
He looked quickly from her face to his chest and back and a grin crossed his face. He lunged at her wrapping his arms around her, whisking her off her feet and to the couch and laying her out across the cool leather. With a flick of the wrist he flipped her skirt up and used one sharp claw to slice off her panties. He knelt close to her secret spot and slid his tongue out to part her folds and taste her. He teased her clit between his tongue and teeth, rolling and nipping at it while she writhed in euphoria.
Helen found it hard to catch her breath. Her body was undulating and jerking with pleasure and her lungs couldn't pull in their full capacity. She weaved her fingers in his hair, guiding his movements while lightly grinding her hips. He felt her body tense and shake, and smiled to himself at his accomplishment. She closed her hands in his hair and tugged his face up to meet hers, kissing him deeply.
With one hand, Nikola reached down and jerked on his zipper, releasing his slacks and kicking them to the floor; as always, he sported nothing underneath. He entered her easily, having already brought her to her peak once, and pumped slowly at first, enjoying watching her face contort in gratification. He quickened his pace and her hips joined his rhythm, thrust for thrust. His passion rose and he lowered himself enough the reopen the fresh wound on her neck with his fangs. He plunged into her fully while sucking at the warm liquid flowing from the wound. The electricity spread through her body again and with each thrust of his hips he drove her toward the summit once again. Deep moans and ragged breaths escaped her lips and her body began to quake.
As Helen clenched around him, the intensity of her orgasm broke the dam that was already beginning to leak and Nikola spilled into her. His body lost its tension and he plopped himself down beside her, scooping her head into his arm. Both breathing heavily, their eyes met and they matched smiles. "We mustn't make a habit of this," Helen chuckled and flicked his nose, "this is my office, not my bedroom."
"But, Darling, the fear of being caught is half the excitement." He chided back at her.
Just then, her phone vibrated on the desk, buzzing about on the hardwood surface of her desk. She rose and walked across the room to answer it, his eyes trailing behind her, soaking in her every movement. "Hello?" Will informed her that they had found no sign of the abnormal that had been reported. Her lips curled in a smirk and she winked at Nikola. "I think it may have been a false alarm, Will. Why don't you all just come on home?"
"Ok. See you here."
She tapped the screen ending the call and laid her phone back down, turning to face him. "Ok. Out you!" she gestured toward the door, "they are on their way back and I have to get back to work!"