Night Bites (19 page)

“And you are just now sharing this information. If you would have told me before we left, we might have been able to do something about my mental state.” I say glancing over at him. “When did you have time to read the book? We have been together the entire time.”

“To answer your first thought, I didn't think we would have the privacy you would require to take care of the task. As far as when I studied up for the exam, if you haven’t noticed Clyde snores. Last night, I had trouble falling asleep because of that fact, so I picked up the book. Very interesting reading.”

I don’t believe his reasoning on the privacy issue. Ghost Town is full of houses that you cannot hear what is going on inside. As long as we weren’t throwing the furniture around, I don’t think anyone outside would have heard whatever noises we made.

“I will let it go for now, but if you cannot keep your hands to yourself for this last hour, I will be forced to sic Clyde on you and you know he has just been waiting for permission.”

“I can only promise to try,” he replies. “It has been days since we had a real connection and touching isn't really satisfying me anymore.” Maybe he should take the hint and stop then.

“What do you mean 'real connection'? I may not have mentioned it, but Demon Boy said that our connection was still the strongest out of all my relationships. I told you how much I loved you even with the bond broken. That seems like a pretty big connection to me.” He is starting to tick me off even more by acting like there isn’t anything between us. I know, how is that even possible?

“I meant real in a way I could actually touch. Before this disaster, I was able to. There was a spot in my brain set-aside just for you and it is a void now. Just a big, black void,” he says already failing to stick by the no touching. His hand is pressed against the side of my cheek.

Aack! I don’t think I can get home fast enough. “So Dante, do you have anyone you are looking forward to seeing, now that you have escaped?” I ask again trying to get a conversation going that will release my stress.

“Sure. I have quite a few friends that will have assumed Alan finally killed me, instead of me just getting away. I don’t know how safe it will be to contact them right away, but I am hoping to touch base with them at some point.”

“Everyone I have talked to thought you were dead,” Marcus adds. “Maybe you can take him on one of your Main Street strolls, Nyx. Make people think you have the ability to raise dead vampires.”

That is not an ability I am looking for. “I think everyone is still getting used to Clyde, so give me a week before we make the trek. Don’t want to give them too much ammo.”

“Too bad we couldn’t keep the horse. It turned some heads too. You could ride it with Clyde in your lap while leading the ‘dead’ vampire to your work. Throw in your two mates and you might make the human news,” Jonas suggests.

“If I could switch to my wolf, I would try to do it all in that form. ‘The great golden wolf goes for a stroll’, I can see it now. Any ideas on why I seem to be locked in humanoid appearance?”

“Have you tried to spread your wings? I hear they are a sight to see,” Walt asks.

“No, I haven’t,” I say flexing my shoulder a little and causing them to appear. I don’t have a big enough area to do much with them, so I tuck them back away.

“I am going to have to guess that the issue is whatever is making you smell more vampy,” Jonas suggests. “I hope that for all of our sakes it isn’t something permanent. I believe having the vampire and werewolf parts intact are important to your future.”

I imagine that if I turn around and ask him to extrapolate on that statement, I will be faced with silence. Sort of like the silence that has descended on the vehicle. Why do the guys always blab when I want quiet and when I want some noise they cannot figure out how to string two words together? It is just another perplexity of the universe that will never be solved.

With the conversation stalled again, I turn to desperate measures and blast the stereo. Now, I can zone out to the beat of the music and pretend no one else is in the car with me for the rest of the trip. It works pretty well up until the point I pull into my parking spot and have to turn the music off.

I hustle out of the Suburban, with Clyde on my heels, up to my place trying to get just a little space. It doesn’t work, but I have heard it is the thought that counts. After waving at David and Venus, I settle in on the couch thankful to be back home. I really would like to just relax in a nice bath right about now.

While everyone is moving to put things away and discussing the newcomers, I close my eyes and take a deep breath.  Right after that breath, I hear another close by my ear. I turn my head slightly and open my eyes to find Sebastian sniffing my hair again. This has got to stop.

“Okay that's it. Everyone else clear out of the building, or at least turn on the sound dampener for my apartment. Alex I need some alone time, so stay out of my head, Walt if you wouldn’t mind, please play with Clyde, and you mister,” I say pointing to Sebastian, “have about five seconds to get into that bedroom so we can reconnect.”

Chapter 25

So that is what all the fuss is about

After my tirade, I stomp into my bedroom hoping and expecting everyone to do as I command. I start hearing doors close, so I figure they were smart enough to know I mean business.

Now that I am here in my bedroom and really planning on going through with the whole reconnection ceremony thing, the nervousness is back full steam. Sebastian hasn’t joined me yet and I don’t know what to do. Should I just strip out of my clothes and climb on the bed or is he one of those guys that wants to treat me like a present he needs to open?

Why does it have to be so complicated?

“If you are sure you are ready, I would like us to try to take it slow,” Sebastian says finally making his appearance. I know it has been only a minute since I left him, but I am pretty sure three lifetimes happened in that span of time.

“Slow is good,” I reply. “What do you want me to do first?”

“How about we start with removing your knives. We don’t want them to cause any damage,” he walks over and starts with my wrist sheaths.

Slowly rolling up each sleeve, he releases the Velcro holding each in place. He tosses them on to one of the side tables when he finishes. If we end up on the bed, they are still in my reach. I wonder if he thought that move through.

He reaches down and unties my shoes and throws them across the room once he gets them off. My boot knife disappears at some point. I am too busy being enthralled by his activities to figure out where it ends up.

He then moves up my body to unzip my pants with the back zipper. Still keeping his movements slow, possibly to keep me from panicking, he starts rolling the pants down my thighs. Soon, he reveals my thigh sheaths and makes quick work of removing them, so they can join the wrist ones on the table. When they are disposed of, he continues the downward path of my pants and they are removed from my person.

Although he has seen me sans clothing, just having the pants off and the method he went about removing them makes me feel more naked than I have ever been. I feel a flush start to rise and my body is already feeling a little tingly.

“So, what all did the book say we had to do?” I ask trying to distract my mind. He moves to stand back up and draws his fingertips along my legs on the climb. I am starting to get the feeling this won’t be much of a hardship.

“It detailed the process we must take to get our bond back. It also said that the bond would be improved. As the title entails no little drug will be able to snap this one,” he says as he reaches his hands under my shirt, making his way up, his hands are introduced to my tiny bumps otherwise known as boobs. As flat as they are, I didn’t expect him to play with them or me to enjoy it as much as I am. When he pinches one of my mini eraser buds, my body goes a little wacky and I swear I hear myself moan.

“I will warn that this reawakening of the bond will result in a connection even more powerful. I wouldn’t doubt it if we end up with the telepathy you and Alex share, among other enhanced feelings,” he says as he continues his finger play and starts nibbling on my neck.

He switches from nibbling to sucking and as the blood rises to the surface in that one location, the blood in the rest of my body ignites. The times when we’ve fed before, I experienced similar feelings, but it didn’t have this slow climb towards something. I don’t think he has really gotten started yet, but I am already feeling like I am close to some ledge getting ready to leap off.

“I love the way you react to my touch,” he says releasing my neck. “You are a very passionate person. I could always sense that about you.”

He leans in closer, allowing me to feel what his actions and my responses have done to the lower half of his body. It makes me a little nervous feeling his size, but when his lips descend on mine, the thought vanishes.

We have kissed before, tongue and all, but apparently giving him the green light that something more will happen changes the fervor behind the kiss. It is hard and soft at the same time and full of fire. He nips slightly at my lips and I open the front door to welcome him into me.

His tongue knows what it wants and takes everything I can offer back in return. We caress, battle, and soothe each other just with that little piece of our body. Before long, I feel him raising my shirt up and he breaks the kiss to remove it and throws it on the ground to be forgotten.

I am down to my underwear and at this point, the whole feeling odd about losing clothing isn’t an issue. He starts backing me towards the bed and guides me so I am lying on the pillows in the center of it.

He remains standing and loses his shirt, quickly followed by his pants. Both down to our underwear, we are on even terms. I can see that his boxers are having trouble containing his happy friend, but for now, they continue to do the job.

“I am sure you have heard that at least the first part of the first time is going to hurt a little,” he says climbing on the bed to join me.

“I have also heard tell that it is well worth the little bit of pain,” I reply stretching my body into him as he leans over me.

“Yes, you are going to greatly enjoy the end result. I think we should get rid of these now,” he says carefully peeling my last stitch of clothing down my legs.

He crawls back up me and for the first time he touches me in a place not even a doctor has ventured before. I thought the neck torture was explosive, but this little touch almost pushes me off that ledge and a couple more just for good measure. No doubt about it, now I am definitely making moaning noises.

“That’s it. You are already pretty moist down here, but I think we should push you over to relieve some of this tension,” he says moving his fingers across my little button. Every once in a while, I feel a finger start to enter me and it increases the pressure he is building.

He said this was supposed to relieve tension, but I think it is just winding me up tighter than a spring. I feel myself reaching for my precipice and keep just missing it. It is getting frustrating to be so close and then falling back down.

“Bite,” I hear him say and his neck has moved within mouth range. The hunger I had been putting off rises to the forefront and my instincts take over. My jaw clamps down on his throat and I immediately taste the sweet nectar he is giving me.

It is what I was looking for. The goal I was trying to reach has been met and I am arching off the bed as my body is racked with millions of tiny spasms. I have to release Sebby’s neck and I am not sure when, or if, the spasms will stop.

As they start to lessen a little, I feel a tight pressure and am instantly confused. Opening my eyes, I see Sebastian hovering over me and realize he has shoved what I can only assume is the biggest square peg into the smallest round hole possible.

Someone should probably call Guinness.

He is frozen above me not daring to move a muscle. I thought there was supposed to be a little more action once we got connected in this fashion. I arch a little into him and feel friction take place down below. Hmm. Friction good.

“I wanted to give you a second to adjust, but if you think you are ready, I won’t disappoint you,” he says panting and sweating from the amazing restraint he has shown.

He starts moving then. Slow, long thrusts that travel throughout my entire body. Already I feel the bliss rising even this soon after ascending to the clouds the first time.

“I have waited a long time to be with you, so even with my great levels of stamina this is going to be a quickie,” he says picking up the pace. If he lasts much longer, I think people will have to pick my liquefied body up off the bed.

“Kinight abosult yukir polskdo alamas,” he says in a hoarse voice before bending down to sink his fangs in my neck. Figuring it is part of the ritual, I go ahead and reciprocate, even though I have already taken a good gulp.

The second I taste the first little droplet of blood, an explosion of power drives me away from his neck and throws my head back on the pillow. I get the instant gratification I have come to expect from sharing blood with Sebastian and feel something pulsing within me to indicate he had the same experience.

It is the general reaction we are used to, but there was something way stronger about it this time. I don’t know if it is the new bond or just the fact that we were actually connected this time, but something about it was just more.

“Holy crap,” I say when I finally find my voice. The power has dissolved and we are left still connected intimately, puffing for air.

“I sincerely hope that was as good for you as it was for me,” he says disengaging and rolling onto his back beside me.

“Good is an understatement.”

“True. It has made it so my void isn’t a void anymore. I can feel you again,” he says entangling my fingers with his and bringing my hand up for a kiss.

It takes me a second before I realize I can now feel him in my mind too. It is a little scary, but the happiness he is giving off makes me feel joyous in return. Well, until I start to think about the fact he is affecting my emotions.