Chapter Twenty

Havermouth, Present Time

She finished the final room as dusk turned the sky into a painted display of glory and ate her oven-baked frozen meal standing at the kitchen bench, followed by a long, hot soak in the shower. She took time doing her face and hair and selected carefully from the small range of underwear that she had brought with her for the trip.

As she finished dressing, she admitted to herself that her heart was racing. She was excited, in a breathless, anticipatory way. She wanted to know if the attraction between her and Talen the night before had been alcohol, magic and abstinence fuelled, or if it had truly been as incredible as she had thought it to be. And there was only one way to test that out – through a repeat performance.

She wasn’t entirely sure if moving from a trio of alpha werewolves to a vampire was an emotionally and mentally healthy evolution, or whether it was a regression, but it was the first time since the Triquetra that she’d had a sexual interest, and that felt… revolutionary, rebellious, and hopeful.

She hoped that he would return, as he had implied he would do.

It was a full moon, and as night fell, she could hear the wolf calls begin, plaintive howls into the darkness. In the kitchen, she spent half an hour sketching in a scene for her next release, letting the work absorb her. She had the set up at her apartment to work digitally, and most often did, but there was a charm in getting back to basics. She hadn’t expected that she would get much opportunity to work, and so pen and paper was sufficient for her to develop ideas to work on when she returned home.

The wolf calls were close, and she wondered if they were the Triquetra trying to lure her out to the graveyard where they used to meet and fuck on the full moon… Sorry boys, she thought. She had other plans for the night, and they involved a different type of supernatural predator.

The doorbell’s tones lifted her head. She knew, deep in her bones, that it was him. She swallowed hard as she put away pens and ink and took the hallway to the front door.

A Zeus Forest Works Ute was parked in the driveway, but not the sort that she had seen around town when she was driving in – those were white with metal trays. This one was an expensive black model, with the logo over glossy paint. Whatever he did for Zeus, Talen wasn’t a lumberjack.

He was bathed in the artificially warm porch light, casting his face into shadow, and making him seem even bigger. His eyebrows lifted as she stepped out onto the porch with him and looked up. Yeah, she thought with a slow smile, she hadn’t imagined either his height or his build.

“Hello daddy,” she purred up at him and saw his eyes warm, his expression ease.

“Hello, little demon,” he growled back at her, his voice raising the hair along her arms, across her back, and the nape of her neck. “Are you going to invite me in?”

“Come in,” she replied with a sultry smile. “And in and in.”

“Hmm,” he reached out and caught the back of her skull in his hand, drawing her in and lifting her up towards him, so that he could taste her lips, leisurely. She melted under his touch, her arms winding around his neck and her fingers sinking into his thick hair.

She backed into the house, and he followed, his mouth on hers, their limbs tangled as they sought to undress each other in a bewildering demand for skin against skin. He found his way into the bedroom without faltering, remembering the path from the previous night, and paused on the threshold, inhaling in such a way that she was sure that he scented Cameron and wondered what his reaction would be.

He lifted his eyebrows and then continued to her bed. “What have we here?” He murmured as he lifted her dress from her, stroking down over the lace boning of the corselette that she wore, down to the suspender stockings. “Very nice.”

His eyes met her with a dirty smile as he realized that she had slipped on her panties over the garter belt so that they could be easily removed, but the rest left in place. “I am glad that I was expected,” he said, toeing off his boots with the efficiency of practice.

“Anticipated with bated breath,” she replied sitting on the edge of the bed and crossing her legs careful to keep the stiletto heels of her shoes away from her stockings. She watched as he shrugged off his leather jacket and hung it over the chair pushed up to the little student’s desk. Under it, he wore a flannelette shirt, something she had never imagined that she would find sexy until a giant, blonde vampire stood before her slowly unbuttoning it to reveal his hairy chest below.

“You’re stripping this house,” he said, taking in the empty shelves.

“Mhm,” she caught her lip between her teeth as he peeled open the shirt. "You are stripping in this house."

He met her eyes and grinned. “Like what you see?”

“Very much.”

He turned as he removed the shirt, and she watched the muscles on his back shift and his biceps bunch as he reached up, scooping his hair into a rough bun with a tie he’d had around his wrist. “Are you renovating? I saw the skip bin out front,” he asked over his shoulder.

“No, I’m selling. I don’t live here. I have an apartment in Kabramatta. I inherited this house, and so…” She shrugged slightly.

“Kabramatta is a long way,” he turned and released the top button of his jeans. “Take off the panties,” he rested his hips on the table. She stood and slid them down her legs, stepping out of them carefully. He pushed his fly down and took his impressive cock in his hand, slowly stroking from base to tip as he looked at her, his eyelids heavy and the bright blue of his eyes catching the moonlight in a way that was not human. “Lay on the edge of the bed and show me how you touch yourself.”

She shivered under the dark growl of his voice, recognizing the vampire influence behind it as she obeyed without the slightest bit of hesitance or embarrassment, spreading her knees wide and stroking her fingers over herself.

“Very pretty,” he said softly, continuing to stroke himself. “When do you plan on returning to Kabramatta?”

“Mmm,” it was incredibly erotic to lie so exposed and touching herself whilst he watched. With her free hand she cupped her breast, images of the Triquetra’s touch on her flittering through her mind as she simulated their often-cruel pinches and tugs on her nipple. “Saturday probably. Sunday, maybe.”

“Hmm.” He pushed off the desk and walked over to stand between her legs, looking down at her. “You are going to ride my face,” he said softly, “whilst you suck me.”

She did not need to read his thoughts to picture what he was describing, and her pulse picked up. “Whatever you say.”

“Daddy,” he prompted, the look in his eye mischievous.

She giggled. “Whatever you say, daddy.”

He shoved his jeans off, leaving them on the floor, and lay himself over the mattress in a glorious display of man and her entire body seemed to ache with need watching him. “I’m worried about my heels near your face,” she admitted.

“You can’t hurt me,” he gestured come here with his finger and she placed a knee just above his shoulder, swinging her leg over his head. It was such a lewd position, she thought, but it spoke to something base in her that relished it. He stroked his hands from her ankles up to her hips and pulled her back on to his face.

“Oh, god,” she sobbed out a breath as he began to feast on her. Moonlight caught on a droplet of pre-cum on the tip of his cock and she leaned forward to gather it onto her tongue, feeling the vibration of his hum of approval against her clit.

She licked and sucked his cock and discovered that he liked her teeth ran lightly over him, a sensation he returned, pinching her clit between his front teeth, and grinding it gently between them until she sobbed out her orgasm.

He lifted her hips so that she knelt, and slid up into a seated position before pulling her down onto his cock in a reverse cowgirl position.

“Fuck!” She braced her hands on his thighs as she began to pound herself against him and heard his grunt of pleasure. The position gave her a good range of motion and control, and she used it with abandon. He cupped her breasts in his large palms feeling the shake of her flesh as she rode him, before stroking down to rub his fingers against her clit with the perfect measure of roughness so that she cried out as she came again.

He held her hips to him and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, rising to standing and turning to set her knees onto the bed. “Brace,” he ground out as he took a firm hold of her hips. “I’m going to take you hard and fast.”

She braced her palms onto the bed as he began to thrust, the bed squealing under the force of his movements, the mattress beginning to drift off the base. “Trying to run away from me, little demon?” He teased laughing.

A wolf howled, seeming from directly outside the house, and she felt him tense as her head jerked up, both of them looking to the window as if expecting to see the owner of the howl.

“Fucking wolves in this town,” Talen said with disapproval as he withdrew. He tugged the mattress back into place. “Onto your back, pretty thing,” he patted the pillow and she rolled onto her back and wriggled up the bed. When she was where he wanted her, he laid over her, lifting her legs so that she wrapped them tightly around his hips as he sank his cock deep and nuzzled under her chin.

“Fuck,” she moaned as he began to grind his hips into her, the new position promising another orgasm, especially as his sharpened canine teeth grazed over her skin. He bit at the perfect time, her body poised to come, and she felt his orgasm as well as her own, as the blood connected them for the briefest of moments, and then his tongue stroked over the wounds.

He lifted onto his elbows and looked down at her. “I cannot stay for long tonight,” he said. “I have to work.”

“For Zeus Forest Works?” She reached up and stroked her fingertip down his scar wondering how he had gotten it.

“Yeah,” he smiled and turned his head to kiss the inside of her wrist. “I am conducting a review of safety after a recent tragedy.”

“At night,” she couldn’t resist the slight poke, although she was confident that he wouldn’t expose his supernatural origins to a casual fuck.

“Best time,” he chuckled. “Tomorrow night, same time?”

“Yeah,” she lifted her lips to his and he deepened the kiss, beginning to rock his hips. “I thought you had to go?” She moaned, lifting in his strokes.

“Soon,” he replied. “There’s always time for another fuck.”