"Stace, I didn't need to. I could smell you from miles away. I daren't look because if I had, I was afraid that Rex wouldn't have been able to hold me down. You weren't a witch then, or maybe, you'd just started hanging around them, I don't know; but you certainly wouldn't have been any match for me. It's been hard enough trying to exist without you in my life. But it's been a hell of a lot better than being responsible for your death, because make no mistake, I. Would. Have. Killed. You."
"I- it's been hard trying to exist…?" I repeated what I was sure he'd just said.
"Very hard. In more ways than one." His eyes hooded as he stared at me hungrily. "You'd better leave now, Stacey, if I've satisfied what you came here for." There was no mistaking the implication in his tone or his expression.
"Well, you have, but now I have another question." I told him.
He sighed. "Yes?"
"Do you still want to fuck me raw?" I asked.
His answer was that his eyes flashed red, his fangs descended, and he pulled me into his arms and through to his bedroom at a speed that made me dizzy.
His bedroom was shades of grey, shadowed by the half-closed curtains at the window. He threw me down onto the top of his duvet and I bounced slightly. Scooting up the top of the bed and resting my back against the pillows, I looked up as Noah stood against the end of the bed.
"You'll have to promise me you're not going to just slip out in the middle of the night this time, Stacey."
"Why? I have a home, why would I not go to it afterwards?" I retorted.
"Because you belong in my arms and if you can't stay there forever, at least stay there this one night."
I nodded. My body was overridden with lust and I'd worry about the fallout once I'd had a few orgasms.
Noah stripped off his clothes and my mouth went so dry I had to lick around my lips. He was lean, but sculpted, his arms threaded with corded muscle. A dark trail of hair ran down from his belly button to his groin where his hard cock rose in a greeting. He grasped his length and pumped it a few times. I grasped the bottom of my sweater ready to lift it up, and then he was there, kneeling astride me, helping me.
His gaze grazed over me hungrily as he feasted on the sight of me in just my red lacy bra and panties. Pulling down a cup, his tongue flicked over my already hard nipple and then he nipped softly. I looked down to see if he'd drawn blood; he was a vampire with a cracking set of incisors after all, but no. He gave the same attention to my other nipple and then he ripped the fabric of my bra in half.
"Noah! I could have magicked it off. Now you've ripped it."
He grinned, his eyes flashing with mischief. "I always wanted to do that. You can magick yourself a replacement pair, because…" He ripped my panties clean off me. Then he moved down between my legs and I stopped giving a crap about my undies being torn.
I didn't want to think about where he'd practised this stuff to such a professional level. It had been three years since we'd fucked and he'd got even better, damn him. But then I was no virgin either. We both had pasts.
Shut up, Stacey. You're shagging Noah and your brain is going on and on when this amazing lover is between your legs.
Fair point I told myself and concentrated on what he was doing again.
That talented tongue delved in and out of me and tickled at my nub until it teased me to the point of no return. As I began to convulse against his mouth, I grabbed his hair and rode his face until my body sagged with satisfaction. I felt like I'd had a truckload of Valium or something I was that chilled out. And then Noah bit the top of my thigh. My blood fizzed and whirled as it responded to this vampire's touch. His venom captivated my cells, leading them into a dance where I felt like they almost did a conga all the way into his mouth. My core clenched and I raised my thighs as he sucked on me.
Breaking off, he moved up so he was above me and he knelt between my thighs guiding his cock to where my soaking wet pussy was waiting.
As he pushed inside me, I gasped in sheer and utter pleasure and wrapped my legs around him.
"God, you feel so fucking good, Stace." He groaned as he moved in and out of me.
All I could do was moan my clear agreement.
He grabbed my breast and tweaked a nipple as he continued to thrust and then he moved his hand to between us, flicking my clit while he changed to lazy strokes. I opened my eyes because I could sense his gaze on me.
"What?"
"You're just so fucking beautiful." He said. "And so fucking mine."
And as if he knew I'd protest against his words, he chose that moment to bite my neck and slam against me in a hard thrust. Then I was spinning and lost in a vortex of ecstasy as my mind, body, and soul exploded in satisfaction.
Panting against Noah, I slowly came back down to earth. He licked at my neck and I knew from our last encounter that he was sealing the bite wounds.
"Say nothing if you can't say anything good." He smirked, looking down at me.
"That was amazing." I told him. "I'm definitely staying the night."
And I did. I slept in between bouts of bedroom antics and when I finally fell into a deep sleep at around four am, I knew nothing more until Noah woke me.
At midday.
"Shit!" I shot up and immediately went dizzy.
I scowled at Noah. "Is that because you bit me? Did you take too much?"
All I got in return was a bemused smirk. "No, Stacey. I hardly took a drop. It's because we screwed all night and you've just shot up quick."
"Oh."
"I wouldn't drain you."
"Such a romantic statement."
He tilted his head at me. "Do you want me to be romantic? I can be."
I rubbed at my eyes. "All I know I want right now is a cup of coffee. As for anything else, I seriously have no idea. I wasn't expecting this to happen."
"So you're not ready for my 'what does this mean' question?"
"God, you're a needy bitch." I laughed.
I couldn't really magick myself a new pair of undies, so I just had to put my top, sweater, and jeans back on. "Am I okay to grab a shower?" I asked.
"Sure. I'll be fixing that coffee. Toast okay? I don't keep a lot in with not needing to eat."
"Yeah, that's fine."
I took my time in the shower thinking about what had happened between us. It didn't help that our bodies melded perfectly together. But the fact remained that nothing had changed between us. He still put the band first and I was actually dating another guy. Okay, I'd not slept with Dray, but still, this wasn't a cool thing to do. I wasn't that kind of woman who strung a guy along or kept things open. I know Dray flirted with other women, but that didn't mean that I should change my own stance on things.
Sitting at his kitchen island on a tall stool, Noah passed me a coffee. "I don't need to read your mind, you know." He told me. "Your truths are written all over your face."
I took a sip, scalding my tongue. "Could you put me a splash of cold in? I'm so thirsty."
"Me too." Noah winked.
My breasts and core perked up in response. Luckily, my brain was in situ this morning and leading the way forward.