Death Song (Tales from the Tarot)

14. Charlie

Chapter fourteen

Charlie

R ex comes to me on the dance floor, the lights shining overhead causing a warm glow to settle on his blond hair, like the crown of gold he once wore. He tilts his head slightly, a warm smile on his lips as he stands tall among the masses of beings crowding this dancefloor, and I can see the regal king there before me. His beauty and the grace with which he moves effortlessly through the crowd causes my knees to shake and my stomach to light up with butterflies. The crowd moves away, some of them tilting their heads as he passes like he is still the ruler he once was, with the crown he once wore, and I wish, just for a moment, I could have seen him seated on his throne. I have seen it in dreams, sure, but to see him in person seated where he should never have been pulled down from would take my breath away.

Then his hand is on my hip, and I am pressed against him in the flickering lights overhead. I smile into his chest as he rocks against me, his hips keeping time with the rhythm. In the back of my mind, I’m aware. I know that beyond this embrace, the world keeps turning and questions are unanswered, but I rest against Rex, letting myself feel his body against mine. The world around us fades away until all I can see, think and breathe is him.

All I want is him.

All I am is him, but unlike before when thought was enough to send me spiraling downwards into an exhaustion induced despair, I now know all of him is me.

Is it love? I’m not sure, I don’t have anything to compare it to as I’ve never felt like this before. I wouldn’t say love, but a growing into it that is unfolding inside me as the tempo of the music changes and the thudding bass ripples our bodies together. I could love him, someday, and I hope that in time, he could come to love me as well. If we are destined, or fated, to be together, love would be the final piece to build between us, I think.

His lips graze my neck, and I smile, tilting my head to the side for him. He presses a gentle kiss to my skin, then pulls away to show me his hungry eyes.

“Do you need to feed?” I ask, leaning in to speak the words directly into his ear.

“Always from you,” he responds, sending a shiver running down my spine.

Without saying another word, an agreement is made, and he backs away, slipping his hand over mind. I tangle our fingers together, holding onto him tightly. He nods his head at Emery, then Gibson who are still dancing with Finn. A couple of other, seemingly human, beings have joined the small group, but I can’t be bothered to ask what they could be. Finn grins as I catch his eye and offers a wink before turning to the woman in his arms and pulling her close. A man, I think, presses up against the back of him and he tilts his head back, closing his eyes as a slow smile creeps over his lips.

Knowing that they are safe and understand that I am leaving, I focus back to the hand in mine, allowing Rex to lead me off the dancefloor and towards the door of the club. We exit into the darkened night air without sound, save for the door closing behind us, and head for the shiny black sports car in the parking lot.

When we reach it, Rex loosens his hand from mine but as I anticipate him climbing into the driver’s seat, he turns and presses me against the passenger side. There, in the dim streetlight overhead, he cups my face in his hands and places his lips against mine. At first, he is slow, his lips on mine probing and feeling every inch of my mouth, but as soon as I sigh happily into his kiss, his teeth catch on my lip, and I can smell his coffee scent deepen.

Rex leans me against the car, his hips pressing against mine, our cloth covered cocks rubbing together as I become hard, and he does as well. I can feel the weight of him against me, and I nearly slide down his long body to take him in my mouth then and there, right in the parking lot. Before it can come to that though, he breaks the kiss, moving away from my body and taking the heat we’ve built up with him.

“Get in,” he murmurs, the tips of his fangs peeking out of his mouth.

I shiver and do as he says, knowing the promise those fangs hold. While we’ve enjoyed each other these past few weeks and he has taken my blood for nourishment, this feels like more and more is what I want.

The drive to the building goes fast, and one we are parked he comes to me again, gripping me in his arms and pulling me against him in the basement parking garage. I laugh softly as his lips trail down my neck, his teeth grazing my skin.

“We’re never going to get inside if you keep doing that.”

He grunts, licking up the cords of my neck, then trailing his fangs down them slowly. I feel the tiniest prick of fang into my neck before he pulls away, shaking his head at himself. His eyes are so darkened with lust and hunger that as he reaches for my hand, I can hardly make them out in the dim light of the garage.

He is losing his composure, and though it should scare me, it only fuels the low burning fire building inside me. My growing need for him carries me as I follow him up the stairs towards the space where we can truly indulge in each other, stopping to collect the little kisses he turns to give me every so often.

When we finally reach the living space on the second floor, he is on me like a feral tiger, and I can’t help but grin as he grabs my legs, lifting me into his arms the moment the door closes. I wrap my thighs around his thick waist as best as I can, looping my arms around his neck as he leans forward to lick and suck at my neck, holding me aloft like I weight absolutely nothing. Rex carries me to the bedroom we’ve started to share as our own, what used to be his private space. I linger in the air of this room now, my clothing atop his on the chair in the corner and stray paintbrushes in a container in one of the corners.

Rex turns around to sit on the bed, still devouring whatever skin he can find with his lips, his tongue, his teeth. I come to rest on my knees, straddling him as I shiver with his fangs grazing at my neck. He leans back for a moment, but only to tear my T-shirt off me, flinging it behind us into the room somewhere. I don’t hear it land, but I do feel his hands sliding up my stomach as he goes back to licking at my skin, moving down to my collarbones before sliding his tongue up my neck.

“Rex,” I whisper, moving back from him slightly. He tilts his head to the side but understanding lights in his eyes as I reach for the hem of his shirt, untucking it from the black pants he always seems to wear and pulling it up over his head to reveal his creamy, pale skin. He has more color than I assumed a vampire would have, but still very pale.

I move backward on the bed until I can stand, reaching for the button on my pants. Rex hums approvingly, reaching for his own button. At another time, I would love to take this slower and undress him piece by piece, worshipping every inch of his beautiful body as he comes undone in front of me. Now is not the time for that though, his need for my blood lies just below the surface of him and I need him right back.

I slip from the last of my clothing as Rex does the same, flinging his clothing behind him to land wherever my shirt has ended up. I laugh softly as he rises to stand in front of me, tilting my head up the tiniest bit I have to to reach his lips.

“Eager?” I tease.

“For you. Always.”

I swallow hard, glancing down his muscled body, my own eagerness growing to a fever pitch inside me. I need him, his body on mine, his fangs inside my throat drawing pleasure out of me and swallowing it whole. He steps behind me quickly, far quicker than I can move, and before I can process anything, his fangs sink deep into my neck. As he likes it, he sits on the bed and pulls my body downwards until I’m seated on his lap, moaning and writhing as he pulls life from my veins and swallows it into his core.

Arousal trickles through me and I close my eyes, tilting my head to the side even more to offer as much of me as I can. My hand moves to my hardened cock, but he smacks it away, grabbing me tight in his own fist to stroke as he drinks me down. I can feel his own length pressing into my back but the moment I attempt to reach for him, he grumbles, adjusting me on his lap so I am only able to sit and take what he’s giving me with his hand, while giving him what he needs from my body. The room heats around me, or maybe that’s just my own body lighting fires as his fangs dig deeper into my veins like he can’t quite get enough of me. His hand moves steady on my cock, not enough to draw me to orgasm, but enough that I am whimpering as he slicks his palm over me again and again.

Finally, he pulls his teeth from my throat and his hips press upwards into my body as he laps at the wounds he’s created, closing them tight. When I glance over my shoulder to see him, his eyes meet me, his lips stained red with my blood. He grins, showing me the sharpness of his teeth, then leans forward to whisper into my ear.

“Can I have you?” he asks, and I can do nothing but nod in response because he already has me, he just doesn’t know it yet. “I am going to devour all of you tonight, my sweet honey Charlie.”

“Promise?”

“Oh yes.” Rex spreads his legs, taking mine with him until I am perched over his lap, my cock bobbing between my legs. He braces me there with a hand around my chest, but his other hand trails down my back to slip between my legs. He brushes a fingertip over the puckered entrance there, sending a small thrill rippling through me. “Touching is nice, or so I’ve been told.”

“It is,” I respond as his gentle finger circles the rim. I am balanced quite precariously and there is nothing slicking his fingers, but still, his touch is nice. It is wanted and needed, the simple act of his hands on me spreads warmth throughout my body. Rex strokes the outside of me a few more times, as my legs quiver from the effort of holding myself up and open for him, then he stops. Gently nudging me, he closes his legs and mine as well, then I stand up off his lap. Rex moves towards the head of the bed and reclines against the headboard, his cock slapping against his belly, and I am reminded of the painting of him in the water, filled with lust and promise. He gives himself a stroke, his fangs coming to bite at his lip as he does it again, then again, his eyes not moving from my face. I get lost watching him touch himself, this king becoming undone before my own eyes, his soft noises escaping his lips as he pleasures himself. He catches me staring at his hand, offering a half grin, one fang poking out of the corner of his mouth as he keeps stroking himself.

“Is it like a painting?” he asks, his eyes fluttering shut as he smoothes his thumb around his mushroomed head.

“Better, because I am here this time.”

He nods, opening his eyes and releasing himself to pat at the mattress beside his hip. “Then come here.”

I move to the bed eagerly and staddle him, capturing his lips as I press my hardened cock against his. I move my hips forward, listening to the sounds that leave his throat as our lengths rub together. He breaks the kiss for a moment, then reaches for the bedside table and withdraws a bottle of lube. Slicking up his hand, he takes us both into his palm, stroking us together as need and want collide somewhere deep inside of me. I buck into his fist, my cock sliding with ease against his as I go back to kissing his lips.

I can’t get enough of them. Of him, with his body so warm beneath mine and his hand so tight around me, I can’t stop moving as I straddle him.

“Charlie,” he murmurs as I turn my head to the side, offering him my neck again.

“Please?” I utter, hips moving fast now.

Then, his hand lets me go and I almost cry out a noise of frustration before I see he’s reaching for the lube again. He gently pushes me backward and I take his lead, moving until I am on my knees between his legs. He reaches for my cock where it juts lewdly from my pelvis, slicked and reddened. Giving me just one stroke, he then lets go of me and makes his own move to come up behind me. A thrill races through me as he presses gently on my shoulder. I go willingly, letting my torso come to rest on the softness of the mattress below me, spreading my legs wide for him as I fall.