Needed: A BBW Vampire Blood Courtesans Romance (5 page)

“It does.” I agreed as a moan of ecstasy escaped my lips as he massaged out the pain in my feet.

“Now back to your other worries, let’s start with the blood.” I absentmindedly nodded before it clicked what he said. “It’s the easiest hurdle for you to overcome, I believe.” How it was easiest, I had no idea, but his hands were still working their magic on my feet so I couldn’t care less.

“First, we need to decide on a place.” He stated matter-of-factly as if this was a normal every day conversation, which in fairness, to him it probably was.

“Where do people usually… you know… for the first time?”

“Let me bite, you mean?”

I nodded and closed my eyes. Something about this part of conversation seemed more personal than the rest, which was weird since we'd already talked about my virginity and soon to be lack thereof.

“Well, it depends. Many just offer their wrist.”

“Do you like that?” I didn’t like the sound of it and not because of the blood. It sounded like a place where you keep people literally at arm’s length and I wanted him closer, not far away.

“It can be a bit impersonal, so yes, on most occasions I find it works quite nicely.” Most occasions, I couldn’t tell if he meant me or not. The last thing I wanted to be was like the others.

“And on this occasion?”

“See, that depends.” His hands migrated from my feet to my cheek where they caressed a path, stopping at a place below my ear that had me turned on in a way it shouldn’t have for such a nonsexual spot and then they traveled to the spot just above my breasts. It didn’t go unnoticed that both spots were not covered by clothing. Was that his goal? Was he wanting people to see? Well, not people, because they wouldn’t see the mark after a short time, but vampires would. “For the first time, I was thinking
here
or
here
.” He touched the spots once again. If he were to ask me to choose in this very moment I would probably beg him to do both. Not that I wanted to be drained, but his touch, oh his touch.

And just when I thought I was going to either melt into a pile of goop or throw myself at him, his hands settled on my knees, slowly working their way up. I knew a good girl would close her knees slightly as he made his ascension, giving him the red-light, but I did the opposite and let them fall slack. I was looking intently at him, wondering what his next move would be. Was he going to touch me
there,
or did he have other delicious plans? His hands stopped just short of where I was now secretly willing them to go and I held in my whimper. Unlike him, this was my first time at this rodeo and I didn’t know what to do, so I just decided to let it happen and hope I didn’t completely suck at it. “Later on, however, I would like to give a go down here.” His fingers rubbed a spot on my upper thigh, indicating his intended spot. Yeah, that sounded good to me. So very, very good.

“Does that work for you?”

“Uh huh.” Words. Gone. Had. None.

“Words, love. I need words.”

“Yes,” I gasped out and he waited for the rest of my answer. He was giving me a way out. An out I didn’t even come close to wanting. “Yes, that works.”

“Now, since it is your first time, I want to make it special.” Special? It was with him, how could it not be? “Come.” He stood and held out his hand, which I greedily took as he lead me to a chaise lounge near a floor to ceiling book wall on the far side of the room. How had I missed that earlier? This man had me in knots. Delicious, yummy goodness knots, but knots nonetheless. “Love, sit with me.” We both sat on the oversized and very comfortable couch. My shoulders leaned into the back of the seat as he pulled my legs up. He sat with his back the opposite way, feet on the floor, our hips touching slightly.

“This collar is perfect.” He ran his fingers along the edge of the collar slowly before leaning into for a quick kiss. “Remind me to thank Arabella.” The kiss resumed and this time it had an edge of neediness to it. I couldn’t tell if it was mine or his, but had a feeling it was both. In the morning, I was probably going to hate myself for not thinking things through so much more than I had, but the desire within me was too great. Jameson’s body sung to mine and it was a call I couldn’t ignore.

“Tell me now if you want me to stop.” His lips were pressed against the top of my breasts and I wanted them to move. Kiss. Suck. Lick. Bite. I didn’t care what, but something. Anything.

“Please,” I called out, never thinking the day would come that I would beg a vampire to bite me, but here I was. It was all the encouragement he needed. It started with a small kiss and then a few kisses, and then his kisses included some suction and I knew it would leave a mark. I wanted it to. Him marking me felt huge and overtook any last glimmer of fear I felt about the bite. I was squirming, trying to get under him, my desperation overtaking all my thoughts and actions. He didn’t take much encouragement and settled between my legs, his weight deliciously on me as he took a small nip for the first time. There was no way it even came close to breaking the skin. It was a question. He was once again giving me a chance to say put on the breaks.

“Please. Don’t stop,” I pleaded as his teeth sunk into me. I assumed there would be some pain, if not a lot of pain. There was none. In its place was a sensory overload that had me soaring and quaking and begging and I have no idea what, but it was building and building inside of me, reaching for something. Something great. Something more. Something…. And that was when I reached it—complete, unadulterated, physical bliss. My body shook and my ears buzzed, yet there was nothing I wanted more than to continue riding this wave. As my quakes slowed and his head settled on my breasts, it hit me.

Holy. Fuck. That was an orgasm. Sign me up for fifty, please.

I
must have
fallen asleep because when I opened my eyes, I was no longer on the chaise lounge or even in that room. I was in a very comfy bed. From the dim light, the room looked nothing like what I expected Jameson to have. I wasn’t stupid enough to think he would actually sleep in a casket, but this room hardly let out a masculine vibe. It actually let out an unlived-in vibe. I sat up slowly, wondering if I would feel lightheaded or have a headache from the blood loss.

My hand immediately went to where he drank from me. Just the touch of my fingers gliding over the faint bumps in my skin made the entire thing come back to me. It had been nothing like what I had envisioned. I was thinking a bit of pain followed by a paycheck. With the paycheck out of the way, I figured only the pain was left. In its place, however, was the most mind-shattering body awakening even of my short years. It was a wonder courtesans didn’t work for free.

“Good morning.” Standing in the doorway, Jameson donning nothing but a towel and a tray with what appeared to be breakfast.

“I slept all night?”

“You did.” Jameson sat on the bed beside me, tray in hand. It smelled delicious. “Did you know you make the most adorable sounds in your sleep?”

“Usually I scream.” It wasn’t something I was proud of but it was something he should know. It was usually the reason I was asked to find a new sofa, or in one case, a new apartment.

“Well with me, you make adorable sounds.” He bopped my nose as if I were a child and settled the tray over my thighs. Before me was a teapot filled with what I was sure was coffee by the aroma and a plate heaped with food. Fruit, eggs, toast, potatoes, and even a steak. My tummy rumbled its approval.

“Then I vote I stay with you more often.”

He poured the coffee and I noticed his slight hesitation at my confession, but he carried on, probably trying to relieve me from any undue embarrassment.

“Sorry I fell asleep.” I didn’t even remember doing it. One minute I experiencing an earth shattering orgasm, my first at that, and the next I was waking up here in a cozy bed.

“Why would you be sorry about that?” He held up the cream and sugar and I declined, preferring my coffee black. “You had a long day. Longer and more stressful than anyone should endure.” He wasn’t wrong there. It was still hard to grasp that yesterday had been completely real. “Besides it also meant I did it right.” His chest puffed out as he said it. Darn man was proud. Which, quite frankly, he should’ve been.

“Did what…” I was starting a conversation I really didn’t want to have. Talking about orgasms was so far outside of my comfort zone it might as well be on a different planet, yet there I was, letting the words flow. “Is it you know, always like that?” If it was always like that, I couldn’t imagine people not clamoring for the job.

“You mean me coming like a teenager before we even get started?” He what? How did I miss that? “Hardly.” He reached over and tapped on the bottom of my chin encouraging me to close my open mouth. “Put your eyes back in your sockets, beautiful.”

I blinked a few times and feigned calm. In actuality, I was anything but. Now was the time I wish I had a girlfriend, someone to ask all the hard questions of instead of discussing them with Jameson. He was easy to talk to and didn’t make me self-conscious for my lack of knowledge, but some things needed a girlfriend.

“To answer your question, yes and no.”

I picked up my coffee and took a sip, peering over the cup. I was attempting to create a shield to the awkwardness. It didn’t work. There was nothing unawkward about this conversation.

“No, it is not always like that for most people. In fact, it is never like that for most people. It never has been for me.”

That filled me with more joy that I cared to admit, even to myself. Goodness, if he had told me he felt like that with other women, I probably would have cried or died. Or cried until I died. Whichever which way, it would have been a mess. Thank goodness I didn’t need to have that added to the pile of stuff currently residing on my shoulders.

“Will it always be like that for us?” I tipped my cup not wanting him to see my face as he answered. It didn’t matter which answer he gave, I was going to be a blushing fool. Although if I had to pick,
yes
was my answer of choice.

“Probably not. That was us binding.”

What?
It was the first I heard of this and it sounded, well, ginormous. I dared a small peek. He was sitting there smiling, his dimples calling to me. Whatever binding was, it made him ecstatic.

“It’ll probably be better from here on in.”

“Better?” I almost called bullshit, because let’s face it, things could not be better than that. “How’s that even possible? And what do you mean by binding?”

“One thing at a time, beautiful.” He pointed to my plate, which was still completely full. “Eat. You lost some blood last night and you need to build back up.”

I put my now mostly empty cup down and picked up my fork. His tone told me he was being serious and he was right about the blood thing from all I had read even if I was feeling fine. Scratch that, I was so much better than fine.

“Did you take a lot? My blood I mean.”

“Eat and I promise to explain all things as long as you do so.”

“Fine.” I huffed in false protest and took a heaping bite full of eggs. He kept looking at me expectantly so I took another, followed by another, sampling all of the offerings on the plate. I could see the moment he was satisfied I was taking his command seriously.

“Did I take a lot? No, very little actually.” That probably why I felt so good and none of the fatigue symptoms I had heard of. “You came and then I came before I had much to eat.” I nearly choked on my breakfast at that. I may have spit out a bit of egg, much to Jameson’s amusement. And by may have, I mean I totally did.

“So you’re hungry?” I hadn’t thought of that. Here I was shoveling food into my face at his request and I failed to feed him properly the night before.

“Eat, beautiful. I will get to it. I promise.”

I picked up my toast and made a grand gesture of popping a piece I tore off into my mouth.

“That’s it.”

I should be miffed by the patronizing words, but for some reason his praise, even over something as dumb as eating a piece of toast, had me floating.

“So I took little because it turned out my instincts were right and the binding took over.”

I opened my mouth to speak and he pointed to my food, which I not so begrudgingly ate.

“Most vampires consider binding a lore. I actually don’t know anyone who has found their true bond mate, but they are probably out there.” His voice changed as he spoke and I almost wondered if he was talking to me or working it out in his head at that point. “I know I don’t plan to shout it from the mountains. It would put a bullseye on you if my enemies should appear.”

“Your…” His finger on my lips stopped me. I hadn’t thought of him having enemies. I knew vampires had a whole world I didn’t even begin to know about, but enemies never crossed my mind.

“Eat.” He really needed to save his bossiness for a better time. My guess was that better time would be during the spankings he teased about yesterday because it was becoming clearer by the moment that Mr. Vampire Jameson had turned me into a hormonal freak and we had yet to remove any clothing other than my shoes.

“No, I don’t have enemies, but I didn’t exactly make friends when I saved Bob. I think I destroyed all threats, but as long as you are human, I don’t want to chance it.”

As long as….
It kept playing over and over again in my head. He hadn’t been conversational or misleading last night. He planned to make me one of his, even knowing my stance. “As long as?” I finally let out, my intonation a cross between anger and panic.

“Never fear, beautiful. I heard every one of your dreams and they are now my dreams too.” The man was making no sense and when his hand pushed the hair from my eye, tucking it behind my ear, what little that made sense flew away. “You’ll be human as long as you desire.”

“Thank you.” My sincere thanks was met with a pointed glare to my steak. “I’m eating. I’m eating.”

“As far as the hunger goes, I’m remarkably not.” Once again he seemed to be processing more than talking directly to me. I had a feeling I was one of a very few who saw this side of him. “But if I get hungry I’ll take care of it.”

Heck to the effing no on that one. My jealousy roared at me as I thrust my wrist his way. “Here. You will take care of it here.”

“Possessive little mate.”

I shrugged it off. There was no use denying it.

“I like it. Yes, if I am going to eat from the source it will be only you… or Bob.” He looked to me as if gauging my response to that. Holy cow, did he just ask me if he could drink from my friend? Only, she wasn’t my friend, but kind of was. It was too much to take in all at once. “If you allow, that is.”

“Bob.”

He nodded in confirmation. Yes, it was my Arabella.

“He, you know…lets you drink and stuff.” I couldn’t form the words to ask what I really wanted to know. Was Bob more than just a food source and a friend? I thought back to the picture I had seen of him in all his hot glory and my brain went to some very naughty places. What was wrong with me that the first place I went was not one of jealousy, but one of my new mate kissing my new friend?

“Yes, but no more stuff, as you put it, if you don’t want and if you do want, only with you present.” Holy efffff, he had been reading my thoughts. Was that even a vampire thing? It couldn’t be or I would have heard about it. Maybe it was a mate thing or more likely it was me drooling. What was wrong with me? “Oh my, my, you are full of surprises. You do want—or at least are intrigued.”

“No. Yes. Can we not talk about this?” My words weren’t coming. I might be envisioning them having an intimate encounter, but I so wasn’t ready to discuss it. Not in the slightest.

“Whatever you need.” He kissed my forehead in such a tender sign of affection. Most guys would have been all over the
discuss the three-way
scenario instead of letting it go. He seemed to understand that it was all barreling at me too quickly. “My Angel, whatever you need.”

He removed the tray, setting it on the nearby nightstand before gently pulling the covers back and offering me his hand. I looked down to see I was no longer dressed in a runway worthy ensemble. The dress looked like it had been pulled from the bottom of a dirty laundry bin that was beyond overflowing. “Now come, I set up a tub for you to soak. We have much to do today.”

That was when reality came rushing back in. Today was the day I would see the possible placement for my sister. Best case scenario, it was perfect. Worst case scenario, I was in the same exact position I was in yesterday only this time, my heart would be breaking as I accepted the courtesan position, with or without Jameson’s approval. I mean, yeah, he ultimately had some say or all say, but I would beg, plead, and whatever else was needed to make sure she was in the best place possible. Cognitively, I knew it would be somewhere in the middle.

I took his proffered hand and climbed off the bed. It was much higher up than I thought it was and I nearly stumbled, embarrassing myself more than my tussled hair and dress already had. As we walked into the adjoining bathroom, the natural light made my eyes squint. The shades of the windows were open wide. I waited for him to pull back, knowing that the light was an issue given his non-human status.

“Wait, why are you awake?” I asked as he gestured to the sink.

“I’m nocturnal by nature, but I can be awake whenever I so choose.” He pointed to a pile containing a towel, a washcloth, and some random toiletries laid out for me. “I’m one of the lucky ones in so many ways. I can be awake at all hours with no drain in energy, I can drink not from the source, and I have a bond mate.” His voice deepened as he said the word
mate.

“So does that mean I’ll be the same?” I wasn’t even sure where that came from. I hadn’t even consciously thought about becoming a vampire. I still had so much to do as a human. But out it came.

“You just made me so very happy!” He grabbed me in a hug and twirled me around like a small child. His joy, emanating off of him in droves.

“Because I keep asking questions?”

“No, beautiful, because you just admitted you plan to be with me always.”

He was right, I had. It wasn’t well thought out or pre-planned like my personality normally would have demanded, yet I wouldn’t take it back or second guess myself. He was mine.

“… and to answer your question, most likely since we are bond mates, but since that is mostly conjecture based on ancient lore, we won’t know for sure until we do, so let’s not bite off anymore what ifs today.”

He spoke with such a calming quality that the actual intensity of the words didn’t scare me the way they normally would. I was positive that at some point in the near future the weight of all that had been happening since I climbed on that bus was going to come crashing into me. I just hoped that today wasn’t that day.

“Tub?” He gestured to the glorious tub that could easily fit multiple people, even those my size. It was filled with steaming water and the scent of lavender filled my nose.

“Tub,” I agreed as he stepped out of the room to give me privacy to enjoy a wonderfully long soak in the sweet water.