Chapter 13
Play Time
"Rave, you're home!" he said excitedly, then he saw Alexander, "and you brought company." Frowning and looking around me he asked, "Where are the kids?" Before I could answer a girl walked out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. And then another one came out. Look at the player play, I thought.
"Luke, the water's cold now," one girl said. "Yeah, let's go warm up in the room." The other suggested. I am used to this happening, and even tipped the girls on how to slip him a hint when I was doing my shift at The Crypt last week. Perfect timing.
"Sure thing, babe, just give me a minute," Luke told them. I wondered what Alexander was thinking now. When they left I couldn't contain myself.
"Oh my god, Luke, you are so bad right now." I joked. "When did you find their numbers? I slipped them over a week ago."
"Don't hate 'cause I can juggle, baby. You, however, have your hands full so I figured I'd back off, for a while… for the kids' sakes." Then he looked at his watch and frowned. "Normally I don't plan these things unless it's sun-up or I know you're going to be gone for the night. What happened, you're usually home at midnight?" he asked.
"We're going to stay at the mansion for the day, so I came to pick up some things. Alex came because he wanted to play a game with you so you wouldn't be lonely. But, obviously you're not, so-"
"AAALLEXXX, it's game time kiddo! What took you so long? I've been waiting forever!" Luke boomed. I looked at Alexander and motioned for him to follow me.
"Aren't you going to put something on?" I stopped and asked Luke remembering his nudeness.
"Raven, Raven, Raven… we're guys, give the boy some credit. Besides," then he opened his towel and I flinched, "I'm wearing trunks." I could punch him right now. "Disappointed?" You dirty little horn dog.
"Shut up before I stab you." I mumbled as I walked away. I could feel Alexander's heat radiating, so I know he was seething.
"Left for Dead, Luke, pass the remote quick; I'm about to leave!" Alex came and launched himself into the air four feet away catching the remote midair and landing perfectly seated on the couch. Then they pounded their fists together with huge grins on their faces. Boys will be boys, Raven, boys will be boys, I reminded myself.
As soon as Alexander and I got into my room, I closed the door and started getting clothes for tomorrow. "Does this normally happen?" Alexander pondered. Yes! Now he knows Luke and I are just friends.
"Do you mean the girls, or the boys? If it's the girls then no. Usually it's just one. Sometimes he gets lucky and nails two or three." I looked at Alexander who seemed to be examining my face for a negative reaction. To make a point I told him, "Last week I met those two at The Crypt. They are interested in him but too shy to act so I gave them a push. Seems to have worked." I tried to change the subject so he would stop examining my actions and look at the whole picture.
"Sometimes I try to encourage Billy to find a girl too. He's still hooked on Stormy. But one night, after our parents died, he was really depressed and got drunk. He got into a fight with Valentine who would hear from Stormy once in a while. He felt like she dumped him and wanted nothing to do with him so he took comfort with another girl. Since then he has found comfort with other girls casually, but like me, he won't date anybody. We've had our hearts broken enough to keep from trying again. Compared to the Sterling siblings," I said looking up at him, "nobody else is worth it. You lots are really inconsiderate it seems, except Granny, of course." Then I thought of how his mother practically betrayed me. I used to like Alexander's mom, but she took him from me when I needed him. She knew… I closed my bag that I had packed and started to lift my mattress to get my coffin out. Alexander came up behind me and stayed my hand. I turned to look at him.
There was something he wanted to say but he seemed to change his mind. Instead he said, "You've been gone from my coffin too long." I turned around to face him. "What about my loneliness, Raven? What am I to do about my broken heart? Would you encourage me to take a mistress? Do you think it would ease the pain?" he asked me in a whisper. The thought brought new tears to my eyes. Alexander, in a flash, went across the bedroom to lock the door and return to me. My breath quickened and I felt nervous.
"I thought you had." That was all I could say to him. The tears flowed with ease and I wrapped my arms around my middle to protect myself from the feelings flowing through me. Alexander sat on my bed and pulled me to him. I went and held his head to my breast and placed my lips upon his head as he held my sides. We stayed there for a few minutes until he moved to get up and I stepped back to let him. "I can't bare to think of you with someone else. You're mine. It seems selfish now, but it's true. I could kill any mistress you plan to take and I would."
He stood and held me tight as he breathed in my scent. He kissed my forehead, cheeks, chin, and then my lips. "Let's go." He picked up my bag and grabbed my hand. When we walked back into the living room, Luke was with Shadow talking in their language and Alex had passed out.
"Hey Shadow, are you staying for the day?" I asked as I moved to get Alex.
"Yeah, hope you don't mind." I told him it was fine as I tried to hoist Alex with his head on my shoulder, an arm under his bottom, and the other hand on his back.
"Raven. No boy his age wants his mommy to pick him up like a baby, it'll embarrass him." Luke said.
"Shut up! He's my baby. He's not that big and he's still asleep so he wouldn't even know." I argued. I looked at Alexander who came over and took Alex from me with a pitiful look. Oh come on! Not you too.
"He wouldn't but you would." He countered. I huffed in defiance and moved to get the bags, until Alexander got to them first with free hands. I looked around for Alex and figured Alexander must have put him in the car already. His vampire speed was too fast for me to pick up on. So I just said good morning to the guys and left following Alexander to the car. The whole ride I thought about what would change with Alexander being home, now.
By the time we got to the mansion and the kids tucked in their coffins with Alexander telling a story of an adventure in Romanian, dawn was breaking. Alexander and I made to the hidden door in the attic that led to his coffin room. I grabbed my overnight bag and took out my shorts and tank top pajamas. Following him through the little door made me realize how much we've grown since the first time he brought me here when I was just sixteen. "Wow! You've gotten a bigger coffin." I commented.
"Yeah, I nearly kicked a hole in the other one, and I knew you had wanted a king sized coffin for us both. It's supposed to be a gift. Now we get to use it. It slides open and locks from the inside." I knew that if I were still human, the room would be pitched dark since he hadn't lit the candle. But I'm no longer human, so I could see everything perfectly, as if a dim light was lit. Alexander kicked off his shoes and socks, then unbuttoned and took off his shirt and I got a better look at him. He was lean with very defined muscles on such pale skin. I felt dizzy and caught myself fantasizing over him. The faint smile on his lips told me he saw it too. Fuck!
I quickly stripped to my black lace thong and matching half bra. Then tried to pick up my pajamas and noticed they weren't here. Where did I put them? I wondered. "You won't need them, come on." Alexander came to me with just his pants on and put his hands to rest at my waist. "My love, you are too cruel, and yet here I stand wanting to please you. Maybe I will punish you instead." I felt my nipples pebble and press against the rough lace with each breath I drew.
"Alexander," I breathed. His forehead pressed against mine and he bent to grab the backs of my thighs and lift me up and against him. I kissed his lips but he didn't return it. His mouth stayed clamped shut with his lips looking like an angry line on his beautiful face. My hands are rested on his bare chest when he sat me atop our coffin. He kept his left hand pressed against my lower back. And the other massaged my inner thigh with his thumb drawing slow circles. Slowly he eased his fingers closer to my center and I anxiously waited for him to end his route. But when the tip of his thumb brushed the inside of my panties and caressed the edge of my outer lips, he pulled back and switched hands to start over on the other side.
I whimpered with loss and tried to look into his eyes and beg him to take me. But his eyes were downcast as he focused on his ministrations. With his right hand that was now on my back, he started to rub up and down my back casually slipping a finger under the clasp of my bra each time without taking it off, just teasing it. I felt his thumb on his left hand slip beneath my panties and gently caress my outer lips again from top to bottom. Not once moving to the center or even pressing down. "Alexander," I breathed. He removed his hand again and I whimpered again.
I was so aroused I didn't take notice when he stepped back to unzip and step out of his pants. It was when he laid me back that I noticed his thumbs now caressing the sides of my breast. My legs hung off the edge and Alexander stood between them. He leaned over me and finally looked into my eyes. His eyes are red and when he circled the edges of my nipples without touching them, I felt my eyes turn too. I tried to grab for him, but he was quick and held both of my wrist with one hand in a vise grip. Without warning he stood straight and pulled me off of the coffin by my bound wrists with ease. As soon as my feet touched the ground I nearly collapsed but he caught me and held my steady as we stood in front of our coffin and he pushed the lid to open. I climbed in and was greeted with a mattress so soft and silk sheets that were so smooth. I curled up on one side and felt Alexander come in the other side. He slid the lid closed and I heard the soft click of a lock.
I wanted to turn around and face him but I was feeling really helpless now. Alexander wrapped one long arm around me and pulled me over in to the middle of the mattress. "You look scared, Raven," Alexander spoke against my skin as he stroked my arm. "I wish I could tell you 'I won't bite', but…" he trailed off and I turned my body to face him.
"Please, Alexander," I whispered, "drink from me. It's been too long, I don't want to wait anymore, and you shouldn't either." His eyes glowed brighter in the darkness.
"That's the problem we face, my bride, you lack patience." When have I ever been patient? I asked myself. Waiting as long as I did was the most patience I ever suffered and it wouldn't have lasted longer if he didn't keep me from boarding a plane and making me think I'd been forsaken. Can't he tell how much I've needed him? Could he be so blind as a bat to think he'd have no effect on me? I should be pissed off and stayed away when I realized he'd come back. But I didn't, I went to him; I could have kept him in the dark about everything if I had been anymore selfish. I shared with him the most precious part of my life when Hell knows I didn't have too!
Then he released me and moved to lay on his stomach with his face turned away from mine. I want to make him feel better, to please him. I hate this distance between us. Dammit! Slowly, I leaned up a bit and swung my leg over him to straddle his backside. And slowly, I laid my head against his shoulder-blade and heard his hearts slow beat, and the blood flow inside him. I could hear his gentle breaths. Reaching behind me I undid the clasp of my bra and placed it at his fingertips. Gently I untied the ribbon in his hair to set it free. Now with my naked breast firmly pressed against his back, I kept my head on his shoulder blades and raked my fingers through his hair to massage his scalp slowly.
"If patience is my problem, then consideration is yours, darling. For as long as you'll love me and keep me, I could never stray from you, Alexander. All I ever wanted was you, or to at least know that you still loved me and wanted me. I'm not psychic nor am I a telepathic. I need to know where I stand with you. And last time I checked, you were only 18 when you left; 8 years for you shouldn't be considered nothing." Without pause, I eased my hands down from his scalp to massage his neck. Still he remained silent but not asleep. His fingers would lightly trace the lacey pedals along the edges of the bra. I massaged the tension in his shoulders and back. I kissed him from the nape of his neck along his spine with my pebbled tips grazing his skin lightly. I heard him sigh and climbed back off of him into my spot. But still I held him and was rewarded when he turned to me. "I want to please you, Alexander. I want us to be happy again, to feel more than married. Would we forever fall back on this, never getting past it? I would spend forever making it up to you."
Without words Alexander kissed my lips with the primal passion. I gasped and his tongue beckoned mine. My need for him over took me and I surrendered myself to him. Our tongues twined and danced. We breathed into each other. I cupped one side of his jaw and caressed his cheeks, and he did the same for me. His leg separated mine and drew up to press against my center. I moaned into our kiss. He brought his left hand up to clasp the back of my head and rest on his forearm as he moved over me. Without once breaking our kiss, he used his free hand to cup and knead my boob that filled his hands and thumb my aching nipple. I sighed in pleasure and used my free hand to claw at his abs. I felt the muscle jerk at my touch. He moved his hand down to my dampened panties and slid them inside to caress my silky folds. I spread my legs apart and open with my heels grinding into the mattress. I wanted to touch him, to feel him again after all these years. I didn't want to rush it though. I willed myself to let this moment last. I jerked when his fingers separated the flesh to caress my intimate parts. His middle finger rubbed my juices around the entrance to lubricate. And his thumb brushed feather light touches on my clit. Still he never broke our kiss.
I, however, was panting and struggling not to squirm. As I desperately tried to return the kiss I felt the waves of pleasure wash over me like a cup over full. I shuddered and my body quaked as I collapsed into the sheets. But Alexander still held my head firm. My lips felt swollen but he kissed them still. With a flick of his wrist, my thong was torn from my hips. I was fully naked before him and watched his eyes bore into mine. He took my bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on it then bit down. The blood seeped into my mouth and trickled down my chin. I dabbed at it with the tip of my tongue and swallowed the sweet taste. His nostrils flared from the scent and he captured my bloodied lip into his mouth again and suckled again. My arousal was surging through again when he played with the juices of my pleasure with the tip of a finger while he used the same movements to play with the blood on my lips. My breath came in whispers. He lapped up the rest of the blood and kissed my wounds. I reached down between my legs and scooped up my juices with a finger and brought it to my lips. When I dabbed it with my tongue to taste myself, he watched with lustful eyes and resumed our kiss. This time he would thrust his tongue in and out, stroking my tongue each time, like sex. I was so turned on I couldn't stay still. I drew my feet up against his legs until I felt the boxers he wore. Slipping the fabric between my toes, I tugged on them. Then I caught Alexander's tongue between my teeth and bit down until I tasted the blood. Alexander's blood was so rich and sweet. It warmed my throat as it went down. I released his tongue and continued to tug on his boxers.
As soon as his boxers came down I moved to grab him but he held me still. Without warning he slapped my clit hard with the head of his cock. My breath hitched and my body squirmed. Then he did it again, and again. He did it harder each time. I started to whimper, and then I cried out. He muffled my cries with a kiss while he continued to spank my clit with his heavy cock harder and faster. When I started to feel like I couldn't take it anymore and the tears began to fall, with a guttural groan, he plunged into me hard and deep without mercy, lifting himself in the process. I screamed from the painful intrusion. He stretched me 'til I felt I would rip in two. Never had I been this filled. Alexander grew in more ways than two.
The pain didn't have time to settle because Alexander drew out and plunged forward again. I clawed at his chest and he punished me with a brutal fucking. I screamed into his mouth and he grunted with satisfied pleasure, I cried and he brushed my tears away. His girth was as unnatural as his length and the hardness was rock solid. His pelvis slammed into mine and I am overwhelmed with the magnitude of the painful pleasure. Too much! My whole body convulsed and my moans were throaty. I threw my arms around his neck and clawed at his back. The pain was finally gone, but the pleasures kept rising and building. He didn't stop, but he slowed to a gentler pace. He broke our kiss and trailed soft velvet kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and across my shoulders. I moaned and panted in his ear. My fingers stroked his back lovingly and I whispered his name.
"Raven," he whispered back, he started to pick up the pace, and I braced myself for the onslaught against my pussy. "You are mine and mine only," he groaned, "for all eternity, do you understand me?" He was making love to me violently. We weren't fucking now. He was pouring his heart out to me; the pain, betrayal, and the love he felt. He released it onto me this day. "Tell me this, love," he demanded.
"I am yours… forever… And you are mine… forever. I want… no one else… I love you… Alexander!" I moaned. I felt the orgasmic storm building and blow over. Alexander was still going strong when he flipped us over so that I was on top. He was thrusting upwards into me and I braced myself with my nails digging into his flesh. I wanted to ease his pain and bring him pleasure too, so I started making love to him with the rhythm of my body. I ground my pussy against his hilt and lifted, squeezing as I came up. I worked my inner muscles on his shaft and rocked my body into him and ground out, in, then pulled up clenching. My rhythm was slow and agonizing. He kept my rhythm going as he would pull out and rock into me when I was down. I kissed his lips, and twirled my tongue into his goatee. I nibbled on his chin and then along his jaw line. I nuzzled the crook of his neck and nibbled the tender spot hard without drawing blood. Now he was caressing my flesh and nibbling my tender spot. Together we bit down and moaned as we drank from each other. Once again I rode the orgasmic waves of our lovemaking. My convulsing, clenching and milking around his cock sent Alexander over and he shot his seed into me in hot heavy loads. His pulsing and my convulsing lasted so long, I shuddered as my body ran on empty and yet felt so full.
Alexander held me against him and I stayed with our bodies still united. "Alexander," I whispered. He rolled us to one side and I rested my head on his arm. With his free hand he gently caressed my side and I fingered a lock of his long hair. I looked into his deep brown eyes and wanted to cry. The way he looked at me was a look of confusion and betrayal. Maybe the bond is what keeps him with me; otherwise he would have left me right away. He'll never love me the same. I'll always be a whore to him.
"Don't," he said, "It's not just the bond, Raven, and you are no whore." I stayed quiet wondering if I had said that out loud. "The woman who mothers my children would never be a whore."
"You can read my mind?" I asked incredulously. "Don't you think you should have told me that years ago?"
"Why, so you could hide your thoughts and be uncomfortable to think around me?" he asked.
I thought about how that might feel. "Is it just with me, or everybody." I asked.
"It's everybody, but I can tune out at anytime, it's not just that either. It seems our children inherited my gifts. Empathy and Necromancy." I was in utter shock, then enraged.
"Why didn't you tell me Alexander? Dammit why weren't you fucking HERE when I needed you? What was so damned important that you left me alone with all this?" I turned away from him so I could cry and be angry alone. All this time I thought you'd be gone for a week or a month tops. But you left me for eight fucking years. What happened to never leaving my side? No wonder we have problems. I thought about what it was like being pregnant and feeling so lost and helpless. I was so… They would have died if Granny weren't there. I had a missing boyfriend or husband or baby-daddy or whatever, dead parents, a raging-hormonal-teenager-gone-Emo for a brother and two baby vampires to take care of. Now I have to fix this shitty understatement for 'a lack of communication' that could have been avoided if said boyfriend-slash-husband-slash-baby-daddy or whatever would just open his fucking mouth and talk to me. I could never go back to being who I was before all this. I had to grow up too damn quick and take life the hard way; a life that changed drastically. I could never regret my babies, but dammit we wouldn't have to suffer like we have. What if Granny hadn't come, what if the explosion reached the second floor, what if I messed up somehow. It feels like everything is happening all over again. I curled up on my side away from Alexander, and cried as silently as I could. What if he leaves again? I can't take that feeling again. I don't want him to be tied down to me, I want him to want me and love me.
I didn't notice Alexander wrapped himself around me. I didn't notice his lips kissing my tears away. I fell asleep when I registered his voice whispering into my mind, 'I'm sorry, Raven. I'll never leave you, I'm sorry. I love you Raven. I truly do love you. I'm here now, Raven. I'm not going anywhere. I'm so sorry. Please believe that I love you.'
When I felt the sun set beneath the horizon, I woke instantly but kept my eyes closed. The first thing that came to my mind was, oh my dammit my pussy is so fucking sore! Then I recalled my day with Alexander and the violent lovemaking. Oh that was so damn good. I felt like I was glowing and stretched my arms and legs, and then finally opened my eyes. Alexander was gazing at me. Why is he staring at me like that? What's so funny? Then the rest of the day came back to me. Fuck, fuck, fuckity, fuck, fuck, and a dead puppy! Why do I have to be so damn emotional? Okay. Calm down, Raven, and take a deep breath. "Good evening." I told him. He had a gleam in his eyes and I knew he was listening in on my thoughts. "So happy to aid in your amusement." I said sarcastically as I lay on my stomach.
Alexander smiled and climbed over me I felt his erection rest atop my arse. He reached beneath me to lift my stomach. When I did and my arse pressed against him as it lifted, he squeezed my breast and placed light kisses on my shoulder. "Good evening," he replied in his early evening husky voice. Oh my god I've missed my vampire so much. "I've missed you too," he replied to my thoughts. "Let me show you how much." His hands left my breast and glided down my sides. I felt cold goose bumps break out all over me and I shivered. He put his head against mine and breathed against my neck. I felt his hands give my arse cheeks a squeeze before he lifted them to expose my swollen flesh. "Put it in for me love," he breathed. I obeyed by reaching down between my legs and he pulled back. I wiggled my arse for him and he chuckled and pushed forward so I could grab for him. As soon as I felt the tip, I gasped. Last night, he wouldn't let me touch him or look at him. But now that I felt the tip, which felt like a ripe apple, I felt a little scared but excited. He picked up on it and kissed my neck as he placed a hand over mine and moved so I could feel him more.
My breaths came quick and so did his. Gently I stroked him and he rubbed my arm lightly and rocked into my grip. I put my head down and looked under me to see his unbelievably engorged cock pumping into my hand that couldn't close around him. My eyes widened at the thought that he was inside me this morning. He seriously could have ripped me in half. I braced my weight on my knees and head, while I reached down for my other hand to grab him. With two hands I held onto him and stroked while I pulled him up to rub him against my clit. I moaned out loud. Fuck, I'm too sensitive. I'm still sore from this morning, I can't take it right now, I thought to myself. Again, he put his hand over mine and pressed his length against my clit again. He ground it against me with each thrust and I cried out in ecstasy. Oh my god, FUCK, AHHH! I squirmed and bucked uncontrollably moaning with my face buried in the pillow. I felt myself cum hard and my juices soak my hands and his cock and drip down my inner thighs. It was creamy and trickled slowly. Alexander…
Using my juices to lubricate him, Alexander's hands still over mine rubbing my creamy juices over the head of his cock and placing it against my entrance. Slowly, he slid into me, filling me wholly. My thighs shook and with one hand on each side, he steadied them as he moved inside me. I spread my legs further apart, pulled my knees up to rest at my sides, and arched my back to give him better access and take him deeper. Ah, yes, that feels so, ah! I moaned and stretched my arms above my head and gripped the sheets. Alexander rubbed his hands up and down my thighs, and then did the same with my sides and arms until he stopped to cup and knead my breast again. He loved me gently and his groans mirrored my moans. I turned my head to look over my shoulder at him the same time he tilted his to look at me. Like that we stared into each other's eyes and held the contact. We shared breath in the enclosed space you could almost see it. Together, our pleasure heightened causing our bodies to tense. But he kept his pace, and together we found a release so soothing as we rode it together panting and moaning. Alexander's body coiled tight and then relaxed into mine. I felt like a puddle of bliss. It feels so good having his weight against me like this. I could die happy right now. A smile played on my face and I let it. I don't want to ever leave this spot.
"But we must. I have plans for us all tonight. Then you and I will have more to discuss." I sighed knowing that our blissful moment must come to an end. Then he said, "For now, though, just let me hold you." I eased my legs down; they were painfully tense. Once they were straight, I turned myself around to face Alexander, who rose up for me to move and settled back down atop me. He stroked my cheek with his thumb and traced an outline and the contours of my face. All the while I leaned into his touch. I can't believe this is real, he's here, he actually came back, and I've missed this feeling. I've been lost without it. I feel like I've just come home. How long can this last? I wondered. Then remembering he could read my mind, I reached out to him with my thoughts, Alexander?
"Yes, I can hear you." Then he kissed me and said, "Raven, I'm home now, and I'm not leaving you alone ever again. This is real. I want you." 'I love you', I heard his mind reach out to me.
I love you, too, I thought out to him. He kissed me sweetly, but it became passionate and rough.
He moved his hand down to my abdomen and glided his thumb across. When he pulled out of our passionate kiss, he pecked my swollen-kissed lips and whispered against them. "I wish I could have seen you pregnant, feel them kick and move when I touch you here. I wish I could have seen them born. Held them, do everything I should have done for you and the twins. I'll never get that back."
"With them, no. But if it means anything to you, my family still seems small. I hope in the future we could make it bigger. That is if you don't feel these two become too much of a handful." He smiled at the thought and I couldn't help kissing his lips again.
"We should get up before I decided to turn Jameson into a nanny and keep you here all night." He laughed.
"Can we?" I asked seriously.
He laughed again, and it was a beautiful sound. "Let's plan for it in advance, this is my second day officially as a father. Growing up my mother and father were always pulled away with work. I want to be different for them. I didn't start off where I should, but I want to make it up." I understood and agreed with him. He grabbed his boxers, and pulled them back on. I found my bra, but was surprised to see my favorite thong in shreds. I couldn't be mad, so instead I was aroused. If he does that to all of my panties, I'm going to have fun shopping for lingerie… I need a cold shower.