The Writer
by Laura Spudzmom
Chapter 07
After parking in an underground garage, we made our way into the castle, the atmosphere within heavy and oppressive.
Okay, so that was a nice way of saying the place was fucking creepy. They even had torches on the walls for lighting. Torches for fuck's sake. It was like taking one hell of a step back in time. I couldn't help myself, sarcastic ass that I am.
"I love what you've done with the place."
Satan glanced at me, his gaze cold enough to freeze flames. "Now is not the time to be a smart ass Isabella."
I smiled sweetly and folded my hands together under my chin, batting my lashes at him. "You'd rather a dumb ass then?"
Staring straight ahead as Jane scoffed, he said, "You're doing a damn fine job so far."
I sneered at him. He smirked. We kept walking and I shut my mouth. The fucker.
Sometime later, after walking god only knows how far, we came to some elaborately carved double doors which a young looking vampire male opened as soon as we got there, inclining his head in greeting.
"Welcome back Major Whitlock."
Satan kept right on walking. "Thank you Alec."
I gazed around the room, taking in all the marble. Shit was everywhere. And…... oh shit. There was a fucking drain in the middle of the floor. I didn't have to be a genius to figure that one out. Guess that means they don't "lick the plate clean" after meals. I let out a slightly crazed chuckle as I shuddered and found myself moving closer to Jasper as he smirked at me. The ass.
Oh well, you know what they say; the Devil you know, and all that. He may be a royal ass but he hadn't hurt me.
Well, not really anyway.
We stopped in front of a daïs where three male vampires were seated in what looked like thrones. The blackhaired male in the middle spoke. "Major Whitlock! Welcome back. I trust your mission was a success?"
"Have you ever known me to fail Aro?"
The black-haired male, Aro I guess, smiled a cold smile. "No indeed Major. It's what endears you to us, certainly."
Jasper smirked maliciously. "I'm sure."
Aro tapped his fingers on the arm of his throne, his cold, red eyes now locked on me as I tried my best to disappear behind Satan.
"What is this then Major?"
"This was my mark on this mission Aro. Her name is Isabella and, as it turns out, she is my true mate."
Aro gasped and looked at the brown-haired vampire to his right. "Marcus?"
This Marcus fellow glanced over at Satan and me, staring a moment before inclining his head slightly, never uttering a word.
Aro clapped, a wide, predatorial smile stretching his face. "How wonderful for you Major Whitlock. Congratulations! I trust that you will turn her very soon? It's never a good idea to have such a…... delicious smelling creature in such a vulnerable state within the castle. You understand, of course."
Satan started growling lowly. I could literally feel it with how I was now pressed against his back.
Hey, it's a little difficult to maintain pride when you're being stared at like you're the last slice of cheesecake at a weight watchers convention. So…. yeah.
"She'll remain untouched for however long I choose to keep her human Aro. Anyone who tries anything will never see the light of another day. That's a promise."
Aro sat up straight and frowned. He didn't look very happy about what Satan had just said, but he nodded. "I will assemble the guard and inform them of her presence here. You shouldn't have a problem after that Major."
"Your accommodation pleases me Aro. Thank you."
He continued to frown as he looked away, absently waving a hand in the air. "Yes, yes, of course. If there's nothing else, Major?"
Satan smirked, his eyes locked on Aro and deathly cold. "You tell me Aro. You are the King after all."
Aro turned a startled gaze back to Jasper, a nervous smile in place. "Of course Major. That will be all. Thank you."
Satan inclined his head slightly, eyes still locked on a disturbed looking Aro, his voice chilling and low as he answered. "Good day to you…...my King."
I shivered. Jasper's ability to make the word 'king' sound filthy and contemptible was impressive.
I stepped back quickly as he turned on his heel and took my arm, leading me from the room. I had to admit, I was a bit stunned and perplexed by that whole exchange. Didn't Satan, you know, work for them? I thought for sure that this would have been a friendly meeting between co-workers. You know, gather 'round the water cooler and chat about the latest?
This exchange had been more like waiting to see which one was gonna draw first in a showdown. Shit. I shivered again.
One thing about this exchange I knew for certain; Satan had just won that round hands down. Aro had retreated like a little bitch. Another conclusion I could draw from that is, Satan had better watch his back. It didn't seem like Aro particularly liked being Satan's bitch and he seemed like the type to stick a shank in him when he's least expecting it.
I glanced up at him as we made our way through another series of halls and stairs.
"Where are we going now?"
He stared straight ahead. "To my quarters."
"So, what happened back there?"
He looked down at me. "Nothing."
"Nothing? It seemed pretty hostile to have been nothing."
We arrived at another set of double doors which he opened as he answered. "It was a briefing after a mission Isabella, nothing more."
He closed the door behind us and I looked around what seemed to be a living room. I was grudgingly impressed.
It was modern, stylish and comfortable. He even had a flat screen TV.
He motioned to a door across the room. "That is the bedroom. You'll find your bag in there. Go unpack. You may have the right side of the closet. I'll order more clothes for you later today after I've taken care of some things."
I had the urge to salute but figured it wouldn't go over very well at the moment. He still seemed a bit tense from his "briefing". I snorted to myself. When wasn't the fucker tense. If he got any more uptight, he'd probably squeak when he walked.
I grabbed my bag and began unpacking clothes that I'd never seen, all brand new, of course. I felt my eyes go wide when I got to the lingerie. I picked up a lace thong. "Holy hell. No fucking way." I would definitely take this up with him later. I'd fight to the death for some comfortable boy shorts damn it.
As I was stuffing all this lacy shit in the drawer, I heard voices in the other room. Couldn't make out what they were saying though, and I was curious, especially when I heard laughter. I knew he knew how to smirk, but actually laugh? Now that was a new development.
Tossing the empty bag on the floor of the closet, I made my way out into the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible as I inched closer to the door that was standing ajar.
"You can come out Isabella. No need to lurk by the door."
I rolled my eyes. Shit. Fucking vampire senses anyway.
I walked out and found him sitting with another male who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"So this is it, eh Major?"
Satan nodded as he took a slow sip from his wine glass.
"She's cute. She'll be damn fine when she's turned though. Get rid of the soft lines and baby fat." He turned back to Satan. "So, when ya gonna turn her?"
Satan shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. She needs training, desperately. She's got one hell of a mouth on her and the attitude to go with it. I can only see that worsening with the change unless I get a handle on it beforehand."
The other male scoffed. "Hell Major, this should be easy for you."
Satan nodded. "Yeah Pete, you'd think so, but she has a bit of an axe to grind. Seems the first wolf I killed this mission was her bestie."
Pete nodded. "Shit. Yeah, I see where that could cause a bit of a wrinkle."
I folded my arms across my chest. "Is this inspection over? I'd like to go somewhere where I can't hear you talking about me. I may as well because you two act as though I'm not here anyway."
This Pete person sneered at me. "That's because you're not. You're human. Less than us. The only reason you're not dead is your bond with the Major. Be grateful and keep your smart mouth shut."
I have to admit, I was at a loss as to how to respond to that. My eyes locked with those of my captor and I shivered. They were cold but matched perfectly the cold smirk on his face.
Pete's voice brought me out of my staring contest.
"Maybe you should give her to Jane for a few days. She'd be able to break her for sure."
Jasper scoffed. "Jane would kill her without a second thought Pete. She met her on the jet. Her emotions weren't pretty." He shook his head. "Nah, Jane's not an option."
Pete nodded slowly. "Well, I could have Char do it. She's not busy."
Satan took another slow sip from his glass. "Yeah, I'd been considering it."
I admit it. I started to panic. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Pete shook his head. "You need to claim her at the very least Major. Get a handle on that attitude."
I jumped as the Major growled. "Don't presume to tell me what I should do Captain. You overstep and I won't tolerate it."
Pete stiffened visibly. "Yes sir Major. Forgive my insolence."
Jasper sat back and took another sip. "Forgiven Captain. Just don't let it happen again or discipline will be in order."
"Yes sir, Major."
I couldn't help it. I smirked. It was nice to see this Pete asshole get taken down a notch.
Satan's cold eyes met mine and he spoke. "Captain, I believe there's something I should take care of. You are dismissed."
Pete stood. "Yes sir Major. I'll speak to Char."
Jasper nodded. "You may. Just know that I may choose not to use her. I'll let you know my decision soon."
Pete left the room and Satan stood from his chair. "Follow me Isabella."
He led me into an office and motioned to a chair in front of the massive desk he sat behind. "Be seated."
I took a seat and stared at him, wondering what this was all about. I had some idea, but I wouldn't play the guessing game. I had a feeling that I would be best served by being very literal with him, otherwise my snarky cynicism would get me into trouble that I probably wouldn't enjoy. So I stared and waited.
Finally, he spoke. "I'm not gonna give you a long, detailed list of rules to live by Isabella. I'm not concerned with your food choices, as long as you eat and maintain your health. I'm not concerned with whether you exercise. You're not really out of shape and you'll be turned soon enough; the transformation will take care of firming up any soft spots. What I am concerned with is your blatant disrespect. Your smart mouth and foul language won't be tolerated any longer. Another thing, do not ever leave these quarters without a proper escort. By that I mean myself, Peter, whom you just met, and his mate Charlotte, who you will meet very soon. If you break these rules, and you manage to survive doing so, you will be punished."
I stood, my once simmering anger flaring to a raging inferno instantly. I was an adult, and hadn't been subject to rules since I'd graduated high school. I wasn't about to stand for it now.
Punished, my ass!
Okay, admittedly not the best choice of words but at least I'd only said it in my head this time.
"Look, why don't you just admit that you don't like me and let me the fuck go? Why do you even want me around? You act as though you can't stand me, and I can assure you, the feeling is mutual, so…" I gritted my teeth, trying not to say what was on the tip of my tongue because I knew it wasn't prudent… Oh fuck it. Since when have I ever lived a prudent life? "...why don't you just fuck right off? Take your rules, and this fucked up place and just shove them right up your squeaky-tight ass, sideways!"
I spun around and started out of his study. I even made it two whole steps before I found myself pinned to the wall, a furious looking Major pressed against me.
"You think I don't like you my mate? You really think I'd let ya go?"
I looked into his red eyes that were so close, his face tilted down to mine as he spoke quietly, but with so much power and conviction behind the words that I could literally feel it flowing through me, and gave him the barest nod.
"Then I need to do something about that."
He leaned down and kissed me then, his lips moving over mine firmly, finally parting to suck and nip at mine. I felt his tongue then and couldn't stop my reaction. I opened for him, meeting his tongue with mine, sucking, nipping back, playing as his hands moved up my sides, his thumb finally teasing a nipple through my shirt and bra as an involuntary moan escaped me.
Heat rushed through my body and I kissed him back with all that I had, determined to show him that I was no shrinking violet; I wouldn't just meet him half-way. Fuck that. If he owned me, then I was damn well gonna own him right back.
I let out what sounded like a growl and nipped his bottom lip, soothing it over with my lips and tongue as I pushed him back, moving us away from the wall as I broke the kiss.
He watched me, curiosity in his red eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders and throwing it in the corner, my mouth sucking and kissing his neck as I reached for his belt and the fastenings of his pants.
I got them undone just as my lips and teeth teased his nipple, and smiled as I heard a groan from him, his head tilted back as he buried both hands in my hair, gently holding my head to him.
Sure, I was a virgin, but the guys on the rez had made damn sure that I'd seen my share of how-to videos, after they'd gotten me sort of drunk first, of course. Needless to say, I knew what I was doing in theory, if not in practice.
I dropped down to my knees...time to practice.
He stared down at me, one brow raised in what looked like a challenge as I hooked my fingers in the waist band of his pants and boxers, pulling them down in one go. He lifted each foot as I removed his shoes and socks and then stepped out of the pants that were pooled around his feet.
He was now bare and my breath hitched as I sat back on my heels and took the sight of him in for a moment.
Damn, but he was gorgeous. Still an asshole...but a fucking gorgeous one. Why waste it? I now throbbed and ached inside, and by god, he was the solution.
I leaned forward, licking and kissing his hipbone as I took his silky, rock hard cock in hand, stroking it from base to tip a couple of times as my kisses moved from his hip to the neat patch of curls at the base of his cock, nuzzling my nose in, taking in his concentrated scent before I opened my mouth and sucked on his sack. A shot of pride moved through me at his answering growl. Thank you, instructional videos.
Sitting up straight again, I swirled my tongue around the crown of his length, taking in the sweet taste of him as my tongue teased the slit. I found the taste of him to be pleasant, and decided it must be a vampire thing because I had heard that the taste was pretty nasty, and something I would just have to tolerate if I ever decided to do this.
At least that's what Leah, Seth's sister, had told me.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could and found that I wasn't even half-way down his length, so I wrapped my hand around the rest of him to make up the difference as I sucked and bobbed, pausing every now and then to swirl and suck at the head, my free hand tugging gently at his balls.
He was panting now and as soon as my mouth came off of his cock he reached down and hauled me up into his arms, kissing me as he moved us to a fluffy rug in front of a massive fireplace.
He wasted no time in undressing me, lavishing kisses and licks on each inch of my skin that was revealed to him until I was as bare as he.
I was now laid back onto the rug as he caressed my cheek. "I'm gonna claim you now. You're mine and will be for the rest of time."
I watched as he moved between my thighs and felt his fingers swipe through my folds, two of his fingers entering me gently as I arched at the feel of something filling me for the very first time. "Mmm, so good." I whispered.
And it was...the way his fingers played inside me, plunging, filling, curling and pressing had me wild to be fucked for real.
I bucked and moaned and growled, finally pushing as hard as I could against his chest as I sat up. Again, he had a curious look in his eyes as he moved to lay down on his back in the direction that I was pushing him. I knew he was humoring me and I appreciated it.
He smirked as I straddled him and I placed both hands on his chest as I locked my gaze with his. Leaning forward, I kissed him, long and deep before sitting back up and lining his cock up with my entrance. Before taking him in, I met his steady gaze once again.
"I want you to know and remember this; you take nothing from me. I give it."
With those words, I sat up and slid down onto him, taking him all the way in with a gasp and a moan, my virgin blood staining the base of his cock red as I began to move over him in a steady rhythm, rising and falling, giving and taking. He bent his knees and grasped my hips, meeting me on every stroke and I braced myself against his legs, picking up my pace as I felt an orgasm building.
He let go of a hip and began circling my clit with a thumb as I threw my head back, my hair cascading over his legs as I rose and fell, moans and pleas falling from my lips, mingling with his growls and snarls.
We both seized in the peak of pleasure, our bodies pulsing together at our physical connection even as we both perceived a deeper, spiritual connection, our gazes locked in something resembling amazement.
As my body relaxed over him in satiation, I could only wonder at this new feeling. I knew that I didn't love him in the romantic sense, but I also knew now, that it was impossible to hate him.
As we came back to ourselves, still staring at each other, there was one question that kept looping through my mind.
Just what the hell had I gotten myself into?
After parking in an underground garage, we made our way into the castle, the atmosphere within heavy and oppressive.
Okay, so that was a nice way of saying the place was fucking creepy. They even had torches on the walls for lighting. Torches for fuck's sake. It was like taking one hell of a step back in time. I couldn't help myself, sarcastic ass that I am.
"I love what you've done with the place."
Satan glanced at me, his gaze cold enough to freeze flames. "Now is not the time to be a smart ass Isabella."
I smiled sweetly and folded my hands together under my chin, batting my lashes at him. "You'd rather a dumb ass then?"
Staring straight ahead as Jane scoffed, he said, "You're doing a damn fine job so far."
I sneered at him. He smirked. We kept walking and I shut my mouth. The fucker.
Sometime later, after walking god only knows how far, we came to some elaborately carved double doors which a young looking vampire male opened as soon as we got there, inclining his head in greeting.
"Welcome back Major Whitlock."
Satan kept right on walking. "Thank you Alec."
I gazed around the room, taking in all the marble. Shit was everywhere. And…... oh shit. There was a fucking drain in the middle of the floor. I didn't have to be a genius to figure that one out. Guess that means they don't "lick the plate clean" after meals. I let out a slightly crazed chuckle as I shuddered and found myself moving closer to Jasper as he smirked at me. The ass.
Oh well, you know what they say; the Devil you know, and all that. He may be a royal ass but he hadn't hurt me.
Well, not really anyway.
We stopped in front of a daïs where three male vampires were seated in what looked like thrones. The blackhaired male in the middle spoke. "Major Whitlock! Welcome back. I trust your mission was a success?"
"Have you ever known me to fail Aro?"
The black-haired male, Aro I guess, smiled a cold smile. "No indeed Major. It's what endears you to us, certainly."
Jasper smirked maliciously. "I'm sure."
Aro tapped his fingers on the arm of his throne, his cold, red eyes now locked on me as I tried my best to disappear behind Satan.
"What is this then Major?"
"This was my mark on this mission Aro. Her name is Isabella and, as it turns out, she is my true mate."
Aro gasped and looked at the brown-haired vampire to his right. "Marcus?"
This Marcus fellow glanced over at Satan and me, staring a moment before inclining his head slightly, never uttering a word.
Aro clapped, a wide, predatorial smile stretching his face. "How wonderful for you Major Whitlock. Congratulations! I trust that you will turn her very soon? It's never a good idea to have such a…... delicious smelling creature in such a vulnerable state within the castle. You understand, of course."
Satan started growling lowly. I could literally feel it with how I was now pressed against his back.
Hey, it's a little difficult to maintain pride when you're being stared at like you're the last slice of cheesecake at a weight watchers convention. So…. yeah.
"She'll remain untouched for however long I choose to keep her human Aro. Anyone who tries anything will never see the light of another day. That's a promise."
Aro sat up straight and frowned. He didn't look very happy about what Satan had just said, but he nodded. "I will assemble the guard and inform them of her presence here. You shouldn't have a problem after that Major."
"Your accommodation pleases me Aro. Thank you."
He continued to frown as he looked away, absently waving a hand in the air. "Yes, yes, of course. If there's nothing else, Major?"
Satan smirked, his eyes locked on Aro and deathly cold. "You tell me Aro. You are the King after all."
Aro turned a startled gaze back to Jasper, a nervous smile in place. "Of course Major. That will be all. Thank you."
Satan inclined his head slightly, eyes still locked on a disturbed looking Aro, his voice chilling and low as he answered. "Good day to you…...my King."
I shivered. Jasper's ability to make the word 'king' sound filthy and contemptible was impressive.
I stepped back quickly as he turned on his heel and took my arm, leading me from the room. I had to admit, I was a bit stunned and perplexed by that whole exchange. Didn't Satan, you know, work for them? I thought for sure that this would have been a friendly meeting between co-workers. You know, gather 'round the water cooler and chat about the latest?
This exchange had been more like waiting to see which one was gonna draw first in a showdown. Shit. I shivered again.
One thing about this exchange I knew for certain; Satan had just won that round hands down. Aro had retreated like a little bitch. Another conclusion I could draw from that is, Satan had better watch his back. It didn't seem like Aro particularly liked being Satan's bitch and he seemed like the type to stick a shank in him when he's least expecting it.
I glanced up at him as we made our way through another series of halls and stairs.
"Where are we going now?"
He stared straight ahead. "To my quarters."
"So, what happened back there?"
He looked down at me. "Nothing."
"Nothing? It seemed pretty hostile to have been nothing."
We arrived at another set of double doors which he opened as he answered. "It was a briefing after a mission Isabella, nothing more."
He closed the door behind us and I looked around what seemed to be a living room. I was grudgingly impressed.
It was modern, stylish and comfortable. He even had a flat screen TV.
He motioned to a door across the room. "That is the bedroom. You'll find your bag in there. Go unpack. You may have the right side of the closet. I'll order more clothes for you later today after I've taken care of some things."
I had the urge to salute but figured it wouldn't go over very well at the moment. He still seemed a bit tense from his "briefing". I snorted to myself. When wasn't the fucker tense. If he got any more uptight, he'd probably squeak when he walked.
I grabbed my bag and began unpacking clothes that I'd never seen, all brand new, of course. I felt my eyes go wide when I got to the lingerie. I picked up a lace thong. "Holy hell. No fucking way." I would definitely take this up with him later. I'd fight to the death for some comfortable boy shorts damn it.
As I was stuffing all this lacy shit in the drawer, I heard voices in the other room. Couldn't make out what they were saying though, and I was curious, especially when I heard laughter. I knew he knew how to smirk, but actually laugh? Now that was a new development.
Tossing the empty bag on the floor of the closet, I made my way out into the bedroom, trying to be as quiet as possible as I inched closer to the door that was standing ajar.
"You can come out Isabella. No need to lurk by the door."
I rolled my eyes. Shit. Fucking vampire senses anyway.
I walked out and found him sitting with another male who had a shit eating grin on his face.
"So this is it, eh Major?"
Satan nodded as he took a slow sip from his wine glass.
"She's cute. She'll be damn fine when she's turned though. Get rid of the soft lines and baby fat." He turned back to Satan. "So, when ya gonna turn her?"
Satan shrugged. "Haven't decided yet. She needs training, desperately. She's got one hell of a mouth on her and the attitude to go with it. I can only see that worsening with the change unless I get a handle on it beforehand."
The other male scoffed. "Hell Major, this should be easy for you."
Satan nodded. "Yeah Pete, you'd think so, but she has a bit of an axe to grind. Seems the first wolf I killed this mission was her bestie."
Pete nodded. "Shit. Yeah, I see where that could cause a bit of a wrinkle."
I folded my arms across my chest. "Is this inspection over? I'd like to go somewhere where I can't hear you talking about me. I may as well because you two act as though I'm not here anyway."
This Pete person sneered at me. "That's because you're not. You're human. Less than us. The only reason you're not dead is your bond with the Major. Be grateful and keep your smart mouth shut."
I have to admit, I was at a loss as to how to respond to that. My eyes locked with those of my captor and I shivered. They were cold but matched perfectly the cold smirk on his face.
Pete's voice brought me out of my staring contest.
"Maybe you should give her to Jane for a few days. She'd be able to break her for sure."
Jasper scoffed. "Jane would kill her without a second thought Pete. She met her on the jet. Her emotions weren't pretty." He shook his head. "Nah, Jane's not an option."
Pete nodded slowly. "Well, I could have Char do it. She's not busy."
Satan took another slow sip from his glass. "Yeah, I'd been considering it."
I admit it. I started to panic. "What the fuck are you talking about?"
Pete shook his head. "You need to claim her at the very least Major. Get a handle on that attitude."
I jumped as the Major growled. "Don't presume to tell me what I should do Captain. You overstep and I won't tolerate it."
Pete stiffened visibly. "Yes sir Major. Forgive my insolence."
Jasper sat back and took another sip. "Forgiven Captain. Just don't let it happen again or discipline will be in order."
"Yes sir, Major."
I couldn't help it. I smirked. It was nice to see this Pete asshole get taken down a notch.
Satan's cold eyes met mine and he spoke. "Captain, I believe there's something I should take care of. You are dismissed."
Pete stood. "Yes sir Major. I'll speak to Char."
Jasper nodded. "You may. Just know that I may choose not to use her. I'll let you know my decision soon."
Pete left the room and Satan stood from his chair. "Follow me Isabella."
He led me into an office and motioned to a chair in front of the massive desk he sat behind. "Be seated."
I took a seat and stared at him, wondering what this was all about. I had some idea, but I wouldn't play the guessing game. I had a feeling that I would be best served by being very literal with him, otherwise my snarky cynicism would get me into trouble that I probably wouldn't enjoy. So I stared and waited.
Finally, he spoke. "I'm not gonna give you a long, detailed list of rules to live by Isabella. I'm not concerned with your food choices, as long as you eat and maintain your health. I'm not concerned with whether you exercise. You're not really out of shape and you'll be turned soon enough; the transformation will take care of firming up any soft spots. What I am concerned with is your blatant disrespect. Your smart mouth and foul language won't be tolerated any longer. Another thing, do not ever leave these quarters without a proper escort. By that I mean myself, Peter, whom you just met, and his mate Charlotte, who you will meet very soon. If you break these rules, and you manage to survive doing so, you will be punished."
I stood, my once simmering anger flaring to a raging inferno instantly. I was an adult, and hadn't been subject to rules since I'd graduated high school. I wasn't about to stand for it now.
Punished, my ass!
Okay, admittedly not the best choice of words but at least I'd only said it in my head this time.
"Look, why don't you just admit that you don't like me and let me the fuck go? Why do you even want me around? You act as though you can't stand me, and I can assure you, the feeling is mutual, so…" I gritted my teeth, trying not to say what was on the tip of my tongue because I knew it wasn't prudent… Oh fuck it. Since when have I ever lived a prudent life? "...why don't you just fuck right off? Take your rules, and this fucked up place and just shove them right up your squeaky-tight ass, sideways!"
I spun around and started out of his study. I even made it two whole steps before I found myself pinned to the wall, a furious looking Major pressed against me.
"You think I don't like you my mate? You really think I'd let ya go?"
I looked into his red eyes that were so close, his face tilted down to mine as he spoke quietly, but with so much power and conviction behind the words that I could literally feel it flowing through me, and gave him the barest nod.
"Then I need to do something about that."
He leaned down and kissed me then, his lips moving over mine firmly, finally parting to suck and nip at mine. I felt his tongue then and couldn't stop my reaction. I opened for him, meeting his tongue with mine, sucking, nipping back, playing as his hands moved up my sides, his thumb finally teasing a nipple through my shirt and bra as an involuntary moan escaped me.
Heat rushed through my body and I kissed him back with all that I had, determined to show him that I was no shrinking violet; I wouldn't just meet him half-way. Fuck that. If he owned me, then I was damn well gonna own him right back.
I let out what sounded like a growl and nipped his bottom lip, soothing it over with my lips and tongue as I pushed him back, moving us away from the wall as I broke the kiss.
He watched me, curiosity in his red eyes as I unbuttoned his shirt, pushing it off of his shoulders and throwing it in the corner, my mouth sucking and kissing his neck as I reached for his belt and the fastenings of his pants.
I got them undone just as my lips and teeth teased his nipple, and smiled as I heard a groan from him, his head tilted back as he buried both hands in my hair, gently holding my head to him.
Sure, I was a virgin, but the guys on the rez had made damn sure that I'd seen my share of how-to videos, after they'd gotten me sort of drunk first, of course. Needless to say, I knew what I was doing in theory, if not in practice.
I dropped down to my knees...time to practice.
He stared down at me, one brow raised in what looked like a challenge as I hooked my fingers in the waist band of his pants and boxers, pulling them down in one go. He lifted each foot as I removed his shoes and socks and then stepped out of the pants that were pooled around his feet.
He was now bare and my breath hitched as I sat back on my heels and took the sight of him in for a moment.
Damn, but he was gorgeous. Still an asshole...but a fucking gorgeous one. Why waste it? I now throbbed and ached inside, and by god, he was the solution.
I leaned forward, licking and kissing his hipbone as I took his silky, rock hard cock in hand, stroking it from base to tip a couple of times as my kisses moved from his hip to the neat patch of curls at the base of his cock, nuzzling my nose in, taking in his concentrated scent before I opened my mouth and sucked on his sack. A shot of pride moved through me at his answering growl. Thank you, instructional videos.
Sitting up straight again, I swirled my tongue around the crown of his length, taking in the sweet taste of him as my tongue teased the slit. I found the taste of him to be pleasant, and decided it must be a vampire thing because I had heard that the taste was pretty nasty, and something I would just have to tolerate if I ever decided to do this.
At least that's what Leah, Seth's sister, had told me.
I took him into my mouth as far as I could and found that I wasn't even half-way down his length, so I wrapped my hand around the rest of him to make up the difference as I sucked and bobbed, pausing every now and then to swirl and suck at the head, my free hand tugging gently at his balls.
He was panting now and as soon as my mouth came off of his cock he reached down and hauled me up into his arms, kissing me as he moved us to a fluffy rug in front of a massive fireplace.
He wasted no time in undressing me, lavishing kisses and licks on each inch of my skin that was revealed to him until I was as bare as he.
I was now laid back onto the rug as he caressed my cheek. "I'm gonna claim you now. You're mine and will be for the rest of time."
I watched as he moved between my thighs and felt his fingers swipe through my folds, two of his fingers entering me gently as I arched at the feel of something filling me for the very first time. "Mmm, so good." I whispered.
And it was...the way his fingers played inside me, plunging, filling, curling and pressing had me wild to be fucked for real.
I bucked and moaned and growled, finally pushing as hard as I could against his chest as I sat up. Again, he had a curious look in his eyes as he moved to lay down on his back in the direction that I was pushing him. I knew he was humoring me and I appreciated it.
He smirked as I straddled him and I placed both hands on his chest as I locked my gaze with his. Leaning forward, I kissed him, long and deep before sitting back up and lining his cock up with my entrance. Before taking him in, I met his steady gaze once again.
"I want you to know and remember this; you take nothing from me. I give it."
With those words, I sat up and slid down onto him, taking him all the way in with a gasp and a moan, my virgin blood staining the base of his cock red as I began to move over him in a steady rhythm, rising and falling, giving and taking. He bent his knees and grasped my hips, meeting me on every stroke and I braced myself against his legs, picking up my pace as I felt an orgasm building.
He let go of a hip and began circling my clit with a thumb as I threw my head back, my hair cascading over his legs as I rose and fell, moans and pleas falling from my lips, mingling with his growls and snarls.
We both seized in the peak of pleasure, our bodies pulsing together at our physical connection even as we both perceived a deeper, spiritual connection, our gazes locked in something resembling amazement.
As my body relaxed over him in satiation, I could only wonder at this new feeling. I knew that I didn't love him in the romantic sense, but I also knew now, that it was impossible to hate him.
As we came back to ourselves, still staring at each other, there was one question that kept looping through my mind.
Just what the hell had I gotten myself into?
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