be nice. I don’t see how you immediately accept what
he says, but when I say something you doubt it,” he said angrily. I could tell
by the way he was standing, and the amount of tension in his body, that he was
gearing up for a fight.
I
didn’t want to fight with him. I hated to admit it, but I felt a little bad for
not trusting him more. Cornelius and I had a rocky past, but he was trying to
win me. I didn’t really understand why I was trying so hard to fight him. I
didn’t feel like fighting him tonight. I wanted him to hold me more than
anything. With Drake hurt, I felt alone.
I
moved closer to him and ran my hands over the lapels of his jacket. I looked up
at him, and smiled playfully. I could see the confusion in his eyes. I knew he
thought I would start yelling, and telling him off. I didn’t want to yell. I
was tired and worried. I didn’t know who hurt Drake, and it bothered me. I felt
powerless, and it was annoying. “Would you stay with me tonight?” I asked
quietly. I kept my tone calm and light hoping he would agree. I didn’t want to
be alone. Being with him would make me feel better. I would feel safer, and I
yearned for that feeling.
He
didn’t speak immediately like he wasn’t sure what I was asking. “I suppose I
could stay. I know there is an empty room across the hall, unless you want me
to stay in here with you to watch over Drake.”
I
smiled a little wider. He thought I just wanted him to stay for support. It was
kind of funny. “Tommy can watch over Drake. I meant stay with me, as in come to
bed with me.”
He
raised his eyebrows in surprise. “Oh, I thought…”
I
pressed my lips to his before he could finish speaking. The taste of his mouth
made my body tingle. His lips were soft, and his kiss was hungry. He was
exactly what I needed. I broke the kiss, and we were standing in the bedroom
across the hall. I had Tommy make up the room for me since Drake was in my bed.
I slowly began to unbutton his shirt.
He
looked around with an amused smile on his lips. “You are really getting good at
the transportation thing. I didn’t even realize you moved us.”
I
laughed softly as I slid his coat down his arms. “Maybe I am just that good of
a kisser,” I teased.
He
laughed softly, and his eyes sparkled with excitement and anticipation. “I am
going have to kiss you again to see if that statement is true.”
He
pressed his lips to mine and I relaxed into his kiss. I tangled my fingers into
his hair, and pressed my body to his. He tasted and smelled so good. The sudden
urge to bite him came over me. I broke the kiss, and buried my face in his
neck. I sank my fangs into his soft flesh, and cool blood filled my mouth. I
groaned in ecstasy. The taste of his blood made my body feel like it was on
fire. I released him and pushed him down onto the bed. I straddled his hips and
ripped his shirt open. He closed his eyes as I laid kisses over his perfect
chest. My mouth found his again. My tongue tangled with his. We both fought for
control as our kisses became more aggressive and needy.
He
rolled suddenly pinning me to the bed. He ripped through my shirt and bra like
they were made of paper. I closed my eyes as his mouth covered me in kisses. He
sank his fangs into my exposed breast. The slight pinch, and sudden euphoria
made me gasp. He growled low in his throat as he fed from me. His mouth met
mine again, and the sweet metallic taste of my own blood filled my mouth.
He
froze suddenly and broke the kiss. I looked at him confused. He looked confused
and distant. He did this before, not too long ago. “I have to go,” he said in
barely a whisper. Before I could reply, or even process what was happening, he
was gone.
I
sighed as I sat up. I attempted to do something with my shirt, but it was
ruined. I stripped my shirt and bra off and tossed it aside. I didn’t
understand why he just disappeared on me. I thought he wanted to be with me.
His signals were so confusing.
I
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