Sexual Appetites of Vampires (Sexual Appetites of Unearthly Creatures #1)

Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

L ara woke hungry, though this time for food. She didn’t know if she’d been sleeping only a few minutes or hours. All she knew was that she was hungry, a post-condition of sex. It never failed; sex always left her stomach growling.

She sighed when she realized she lay on her side hugging the edge of the bed, another post-condition of sex. It was almost as if she was trying to get away from the guy she had just slept with, but she hadn’t felt that way about Michael, so why was she hugging the edge of the bed? Habit no doubt.

She turned slowly not wanting to disturb Michael if he was sleeping, which he was and she smiled. He was such a gorgeous man and thoughtful, two qualities that would make for a great husband. But there was that one snag...he was a vampire.

Her stomach reminded her of why she had woken and as quietly as possible she slipped out of bed. She grabbed Michael’s black sweatshirt off the chaise, slipped it on, and hurried out of the room. Thankfully the lights were on in the hall, and she sped down it, a smile spreading wide when she made it to the stairs without the lights going out.

With her stomach grumbling much too loudly, she made her way to the kitchen and flipped on the lights. It was still dark outside, and she looked to the microwave clock to see the time, 6:05. Sunrise wasn’t for another hour. She did look out the window to see if it was still snowing, but it was difficult to see anything with it still being dark. Besides, she didn’t want to think of leaving Michael, at least not just yet.

She went to the fridge and gathered the makings for a spinach and mushroom omelet and got busy. She also put the kettle on, dying for a cup of tea. She chopped and beat and hummed to herself, since her singing was so horrible that she couldn’t even stand listening to it.

She turned the boiling tea water down when the kettle began to whistle and was about to start cooking her omelet when she turned and saw Michael standing in the doorway. He wore sweatpants that matched his sweatshirt she was wearing. His hair was rumpled, making him look sexier than he already was, however, the spark of red in his eyes worried her.

“Is something wrong?” she asked

He walked over to her, took the bowl from her hands, sat it on the counter, grabbed her face in his hands and kissed her, his tongue shooting into her mouth with an urgency that she immediately responded to.

His hands dropped to her waist and with a quick lift, she was sitting on the edge of the counter. His hands rushed to push his sweatpants down while their mouths continued to feast on one another. His hands went around her waist and yanked her forward.

A deep gasp rose up in her throat, and she had to tear her mouth away from his to release it when she felt him hard and probing against her. She reached down, grabbing hold of him, and before guiding him inside her, she caressed her clitoris with the tip of his penis and let out a moan that echoed off the kitchen walls and heated her cheeks red.

After that she wasn’t sure how he got inside her, but she was glad he did. And even more glad when he yanked her forward, forcing himself deeper inside her.

With his hands tight at her waist, he urged, “Wrap your legs around me.”

She did and he began to drive in and out her with a force that rattled her bones and sent her passion soaring.

“I’m going to come, damn it” she cried annoyed, wanting the exquisite anticipation to last a bit longer.

“More than once,” he said with conviction and slammed into her.

She toppled over into a breath-stealing climax and let herself drift and enjoy the exquisite sensation and just when she thought it was done another climax gripped her and sent her reeling, Michael joining her.

After sanity, somewhat, returned, Lara rested her brow on Michael’s shoulder, while her hands lay limp on his arm muscles that continued to throb from exertion. His head rested against hers and his hands remained at her waist, and he remained inside her. That was fine with her, she liked him there.

They stayed that way for a while, resting and reveling in the aftermath of quick, yet damn good sex. Lara still couldn’t quite wrap her head around at what she had been missing all these years. It felt so good, so right, so perfect with Michael and that was the catch...it was Michael who had made the difference.

Michael eased out of her as he eased her further back on the counter, though he kept his hands at her waist, as if he wasn’t ready to let go. “You were gone when I woke,”

“I was hungry, for food this time.”

“You don’t understand,” he said, “I should have woken when you did.”

“You didn’t have to wake with me. I can see to feeding myself,” she assured him.

“That’s not the point.” He shook his head. “I should have sensed you waking and I didn’t.”

“And there’s something wrong with that because...”

“Because I was so content from making love to you that I slept more deeply than I normally would.”

She grinned and wiggled her shoulders as she sang, “I have power over a vampire.”

His eyes sparked red and she stopped, seeing that she had angered him. Their eyes held and his eyes grew redder, and then...her stomach grumbled.

“You need to eat,” he said and lifted her off the counter.

She couldn’t help but shiver, thinking how powerful he was and that it was more than just physical strength.

“You’re cold,” he said. “Is there something I can get from your room that you can slip on?”

“Gray and white stripe flannel bottoms in my suitcase.” He nodded and turned to leave when she asked, “Is there anything you can eat for breakfast?’

“I usually have fruit.”

“I’ll have it waiting for you,” she said and heard him chuckle as she turned to open the fridge. It took her a moment to find the containers of cut fruit and when she turned, she gasped, glad she was holding them tight.

Michael stood a hair’s breadth away from her, holding her flannel bottoms.

He took the containers from her and handed her the bottoms.

She hurried into them. “Well, I guess I’ll never beat you in a race.”

He laughed. “That’s a given.”

Her stomach really let out a good grumble this time.

Michael took her by the shoulders and pointed her toward the stove. “Cook. I’ll see to the fruit.”

They took the meal into the cozy room off the kitchen. Michael started a fire in the now cold hearth and then sat beside her on the sofa.

They ate and talked about various subjects, avoiding the obvious ones until they were finished and settled back on the sofa.

Lara rubbed her arms, feeling a bit chilled and Michael went and put another few logs on the fire. He also grabbed the soft wool throw off the back of the chair and draped it over Lara’s shoulders before he returned to his seat.

Lara tucked the blanket around her, thinking she wouldn’t mind it being his arms that kept her warm, but when he reached out and took her socked-covered foot and began massaging it, she changed her mind.

She relaxed, not wanting to think beyond this moment, though curiosity had a way of poking at her. She tried to ignore the pokes and think of nothing but how great he was at giving a foot massage. His fingers were strong, the pressure hard and her feet ever so grateful. Yet the pokes continued.

“You have something you want to ask me?” he said.

“You read me as easily as an open book.”

“You keep leaving the book open.”

“Then I’ll have to close it,” she said with a determined smile.

He laughed. “I’d just pick up the audio version.”

She shook her head, though continued smiling. “You’re impossible.”

“That is a trait of mine you should be aware of, but back to what it was you wanted to ask me.”

“I’m curious?—”

“Curiosity killed the cat,” he reminded.

“But satisfaction brought her back,” she said with a grin.

He smiled. “Your question?”

“Do you ever regret being a vampire?”

“I can’t say that I do. It’s my heritage and knowing my family history, I must admit I’m proud of my grandfather for all he has done to create a loving family of strong and courageous creatures.”

Curiosity kept poking, and so she asked, “With your grandfather cursed how did he ever find a woman to?—”

“Accept who he is?”

“Love him regardless for who he is,” she said, “especially over two hundred years ago. Myths, fears and ignorance flourished.”

“My grandfather never let fear rule him, though he’s been quick to point out that it’s not that he has never feared anything. He just doesn’t let fear rule his decisions, his life. He always took chances, and he never regretted the choices he made, though he will admit to making some mistakes. However, he told me, from when I was very young, it’s not just admitting your mistakes but learning from them that makes the difference. Besides he claimed that without mistakes we never see the true worth of wise decisions.”

“He sounds like a remarkable man, but then he would have to be to have not only survived such a dreadful curse but thrived in spite of it.”

“It was a challenge, but he accepted it and did what he needed to do. Besides, he had someone there to help him.”

“Your grandmother?”

Michael smiled and chuckled. “A woman far beyond her years, even more so than my grandfather. They make a good pair, but then they have been through much together.”

“So, your grandfather knew your grandmother before he was cursed and became a vampire?”

“Yes, they were lovers.”

“Wasn’t she afraid of what he had become? It wasn’t like he had someone to teach him how to be a vampire. He was on his own with no guidance.”

Michael nodded at the window. “The snow still falls. We may be stuck here longer than expected.”

With her question sidetracked, Lara followed his glance. The day had dawned, at least as best it could since the skies were a heavy gray and snow was falling, though not as heavily as yesterday.

“We’re snug, safe, and warm,” she said, trying not to moan as his fingers dug into the soles of her foot. Good lord, could he give a good foot massage.

“This may be a good time to remind you that vampires have ravenous sexual appetites, as I told you when we first met.”

“I’m experiencing that firsthand,” she said with a wiggle of her eyebrows and a smile.

“Not yet you haven’t?”

“What do you mean?” she asked with a boatload of curiosity and a tiny twinge of fear.

“You’ve experienced me as a man making love to you, not as a vampire. And the vampire in me wants you even more than the man in me does.”

“Why?”

“Biting you during sex—tasting your blood—is the ultimate in intimacy and I want to experience that kind of intense intimacy with you.”

Why did that have to sound so appealing to her?

“And the more we make love the stronger my need to taste you becomes.”

“You mean the harder it is for you not to bite me?”

He nodded.

“But you won’t bite me without my permission, right?” she asked anxiously. He didn’t answer as quickly as she expected. He seemed to think about it. “Right, Michael?”

He shut his eyes for a moment and before he did, she thought she saw a glint of red in them. But when he opened them, it wasn’t there.

“You’re much too tempting.”

She eased her foot out of his hand, inching it further and further away from him and tried to make light of a situation that seemed to grow heavier by the minute. “You wouldn’t like the taste of me. I haven’t an ounce of sweetness to me. I’m much too tart.”

“Perfect, since I don’t have a sweet tooth.” He reached out, his fingers caressing her ankle. “Where’s your myth hunter curiosity?”

“It runs away as soon as I see your fangs.”

“You’re afraid of them.”

“I’d be a fool not to be,” she said and tried to hold on to her sanity as his hand moved up to caress her calf. He intoxicated her with one touch, one simple touch and her body wanted more, needed more. If she felt this way now, how would she feel after he tasted her blood? Would she be as ravenous as a vampire? And how would she ever live a normal life after that? But then how would she ever live a normal life again after getting to know Michael?

“I can ease your fears.”

“How? I’ve seen how sharp your fangs are. You can’t tell me that it doesn’t hurt when you bite.”

“Not in the throes of making love it doesn’t, but first you need to see for yourself how good my fangs can feel.”

His hand slipped off her calf and with a hand to each knee, he spread her legs apart and pulled her slowly down until her head rested on the couch. Then he moved between her legs, coming to rest over her with his body.

“Remember, I will never hurt you,” he whispered. “You have nothing to fear.”

Even though he assured her, the sensual quiver that ran through her held a touch of fear. And, of course, it grew when his eyes began to glow red and grew even more when his lips drew back, and his fangs began to descend.