Chapter Ten - I'm in love with you

Freya Rose

“What the hell, Sam?” My gaze turned back to him, “Why is she in a cage. I mean not that I’m complaining, but why is she human?” I pushed on his chest slightly, and stepped back, “What’s going on?”
He stepped forward and held my arms again, then turned me around to face Kali.
“Take in a deeper sniff, she’s not human.”
I closed my eyes and did as instructed. I gasped a little when the scent swirled around in my nose. I could pick out the different fragrances and they built an image up in my mind. I could tell exactly what she was. I opened my eyes and turned to face Sam again.
“The vampire side of her is gone. The hunter side remains, but there's something else. Something pure and innocent, I can’t tell what that is.”
“It’s angel energy. I have an idea of what happened, but I need to explain from the beginning. Please come with me and I’ll tell you everything.”
His gorgeous eyes begged me, and with a soft squeeze on my arms I couldn’t resist saying,
“Okay.”
He turned me around to face the door and guided me towards it. I stopped in my tracks and glanced back at Kali. She was walking away and heading towards the bed in the corner of the cage.
“What about her?”
“She'll be fine.”
I watched her sit on the bed, and to my surprise she looked up at me with soft and friendly eyes, then smiled lightly at me. I couldn’t help but smile back, the woman wasn’t who she used to be. Sam gently nudged me towards the door, and I allowed him. We left that room and walked into the other.
Tap, tap, tap
“He'll come for you, Freya,” the old woman said with a cackle.
Her statement made my blood run cold, but I shook it off along with Sam's hands. I strutted off towards the exit.
“And you can explain what that’s about too,” I demanded while pointing my thumb over my shoulder at his mother.
I heard him sigh behind me, while I folded my arms and waited for him to open the door. He stepped in front of me and opened it. I pushed past him and headed down the long corridor and towards the stairs. Once up the stairs I was greeted by a now dressed Draco and a worried-looking Lilith.
“Draco, have you eaten?”
“Nope, not yet.”
I scowled at Lilith and she had the cheek to roll her eyes at me. I turned back to Sam and glared at him. He sighed again while putting the rug back over the secret door.
“Lilith, take Draco to the kitchen and make him whatever he wants.”
“But, Sam…”
“Now!” He hissed at her.
She groaned and began stomping off down the hall. “Are you coming pet?” She shouted back.
Draco raised an eyebrow at me and said,
“She better make a lot of food, because of she calls me pet one more time while I’m starving, I’m gonna bite the bitches head off.”
Sam stepped forward with a hiss, and I quickly held him back with one arm. I smiled at Draco and he winked at me, before hurrying off after Lilith. I slowly turned and placed my hands onto Sam’s chest. He had his head turned and was watching Draco running down the hall. I could feel his heart pounding as his anger grew. I reached up and gently pulled on his chin so that his gaze would meet mine. His head was now facing mine, but his eyes were still trying their best to focus on Draco.
“Sam look at me.” His eyes finally pulled away from the boy and gazed into mine. “He’s joking, Lilith will be fine.”
He closed his eyes and lowered his head to rest his forehead on mine. He took in a huge breath and then exhaled.
“I’m sorry Freya, I’ve lost too many siblings already, the thought of losing any more just infuriates me."
I don’t know what had changed in him, but he seemed more vulnerable and lost than ever before. He still commanded respect and held a lot of power, I could feel it, but it was beneath the surface. It was like pain, insecurity, and torment had encased him. I couldn’t help but want to fix it for him. Whatever had happened over the last couple of years, had really messed him up. He too wasn’t the person he used to be.
I placed my hand on his cheek and stroked it with my thumb, his usual soft and clean-shaven face, now sprinkled with a rough stubble. Putting my other hand on his face, I lifted his head so that I could truly see him. He kept his eyes closed, and as I inspected his face, I could see that he looked so tired and like he'd given up on life. I continued to stroke his face and his eyes gradually opened, allowing me to really look deep into them. They were still beautiful, but the deeper I looked, the duller they became. It was like the life and sparkle had been sucked out of them.
His saddened expression begged me to help him, and I did the only thing I could think of, I inched forward and gently brushed his lips with mine. The breathy grown that came out of him made my heart jump and my bud pulse. That one noise told me exactly how much he needed this, how much he needed me. He pulled away slightly and searched my eyes, and I knew from the sexy smirk growing on his face that my eyes were black with lust. His were darkening by the second and when I placed my hands behind his neck, that was all the invitation he needed.
He slid his hand down my waist, trailing it down to my ass. He slapped it just enough to leave a little sting then swept his arm across both cheeks and hoisted me up. As soon as I wrapped my legs around him, he raced down the hall and burst into a room. He slammed me up against the door and smashed his lips onto mine. The kiss was deep, and his stubble hurt just enough to add to the pleasure. His hand left my waist and locked the door, then returned to my waist, before finding its way underneath my top. As his hand moved up my body his lips found their way to my neck. His soft and delicate kisses made me moan out lightly, and when his hand reached my breast, he squeezed it and sank his teeth into my neck. I cried out, the pain didn’t last but a millisecond, before being replaced by the most glorious pleasure I’d ever felt.
The sensual way he tasted my blood wasn’t at all like Selene gorging her way to drink me dry. He was savoring my flavor like a fine whisky, drinking just enough to satisfy his need. He pulled back his head and groaned into the air. The sound of it made my stomach flip and when I lowered my head to meet his lust-filled gaze, I couldn’t resist his crimson-soaked lips. I hungrily kissed him, and the sweet iron taste that entered my mouth had me aching for more. I pulled away and quickly sank my own teeth into his neck. The rush of blood brought with it a wave of power.
I felt light-headed the more and more I drank, and I couldn’t stop. The feel of my teeth splitting through his skin, sinking deep into that vein and then sucking out its crimson nectar was beyond my wildest dreams. I’d been a vampire for a while now and I couldn’t believe this was the first time I’d fed. How I was ever going to go back to blood bags, I didn’t know. Maybe what we were doing was a mistake. What if I couldn’t control my need to feed after tasting blood direct from the vein. I tried to pull away, but the need for more blood was consuming me. I couldn’t think of anything else.
Sam tried to push me away, tried to pull away as much as he could, but I latched on. I sank my nails into his skin and wrapped my legs around him even tighter, like a python around its prey. There was no way he was getting away from me. I knew now how Selene had felt while feeding on my wrist at the lake. No matter how much I wanted to pull away from him, my body wouldn’t listen. I could feel his body getting weaker beneath my vice grip, and his heart began to pump less and less blood around his system. It didn’t take long for him to change tactics. Instead of fighting against me he pushed his head forward and lifted my arm to his lips. I cried out when his teeth delved into my vein. He didn’t take it slow this time, and I didn’t blame him, he had a lot of blood to replace.
I could feel his heart speeding up with every drop he drank, I guess my blood was a lot more powerful than his was. After a few gulps of my red nectar, his heart rate was back to normal and his strength had returned. He ripped his head away from my neck and slammed me into the door, it was so rough, we almost went through the damn thing. Luckily it was solid enough to take it. The shock of hitting the door, made me loosen my grip on him just enough for him to rip himself away from me with amazing speed. He held onto the desk, arched over catching his breath.
I stood up straight and could feel his blood coursing through my veins. It had a sort of drug affect, and I felt like I was floating on air. The lust that I felt for him was beyond anything I was used to, and I needed him all over me and inside me. He tilted his head and glanced at me. I gazed into his black eyes as I ran my hands up to the hem of my top. He gradually stood up straight while I seductively pulled my top off. I walked slowly towards him, removing another piece of clothing every few steps, until I was standing inches away from him, completely naked.
He stretched his hand forwards and swept his thumb over my lips, soaking his thumb in blood. My gaze followed his thumb and I bit my lip to hold in a moan when he inserted his thumb into his mouth to suck the blood off of it. Before I would have found all this blood play disgusting and disturbing, but now, well now it was fucking hot as hell. I edged forward, ready to jump him, but he placed his hand onto my chest and kept me at bay.
“No, you’ve taken the lead for long enough. You have shown me that I need to teach you some self-control, love.”
I hissed up at him, not liking where this was going. I wanted to rip his clothes off and fuck his brains out, but by the looks of his expression, that wasn’t going to happen. I rolled my eyes and sighed as I strolled over to the couch and threw myself onto it. I stretched my arms across the back and crossed my legs. He let out a low chuckle, which in turn infuriated and excited me in equal measure.
“You know I’m stronger than you, right?” I said with a cheeky smirk.
“That may be true my love, but you underestimate my self-control and restraint. If I choose to turn off my lust, then that is the end of that.”
He walked over to the drinks cabinet and filled two glasses with ice, then poured whiskey into them. He handed me mine, then took a seat on the couch opposite me. To prove his point, he controlled his lust right in front of me, his eyes turning from lust-filled black, back into their normal golden-brown color. He winked at me and took a sip of his drink.
“And you think you can keep that control?” I asked in a sultry voice.
He nodded in reply then took another sip of his drink. His eyebrow raised when I put my hand in my drink and removed an ice cube. I knocked back the drink, then placed the empty glass onto the floor. I sat back and closed my eyes, before running the ice cube over my lips. It began to melt slightly, so I began moving it down my neck and down towards my breast. I circled that cold little sucker around one nipple, hissing with pleasure as it sprung to attention. A small throaty moan from across the room let me know he was enjoying the show. I circled the cube around my other nipple, before gliding it down my stomach. He groaned into his whiskey glass while watching a drop of water slide down my torso and drip into my belly button. He was fighting hard against his lust, his eyes flicking between black and golden-brown every few seconds.
I kicked it up a notch, I uncrossed my legs and spread them enough for him to see my prize. I heard the wood in the arm of his couch splinter under his tightening grip. I controlled the smirk that was threatening to grow on my face. Leaning my head back, I guided what was left of the ice cube down my stomach and over my freshly waxed pubis. As soon as the ice made contact with my bud, I let out an over-exaggerated moan, and within seconds the ice melted into my heat. I jumped a little when a glass smashed, but before I had a chance to open my eyes, his hand had ripped mine away from my bud, and pinned it above my head.
I went to move my other hand towards my bud and he pinned that too. I opened my eyes and glared up at him while he positioned his legs either side of me and sat on my lap, covering any access I had to my bud. I let out a huff of frustration and relaxed my arms in defeat. He wasn’t going to give me what I wanted, he would fight tooth and nail to hold back his lust, just to prove a point. So, if I wanted some, I knew I’d have to play along with anything he wanted.
I could have just walked out, taken Kali, and left. But to be honest, it had been so long since I’d been with someone, and the smell of Sam's Joop cologne was pushing me over the edge. I suppose the fact that I was naked with him pinning my arms behind my head didn’t help alleviate my horniness, neither did the fact that his breath was currently tickling my pert and ice-cold nipples. He was looking down at his crotch, I guess making sure I had no access to my bud. Once satisfied that it was fully covered, he glanced back at me. He cleared his throat then eased off his grip from my arms.
It felt weird letting him take charge, especially knowing the fact that it would only take one punch or a fireball to get him the fuck off me. But I couldn’t. I needed him to think he was in charge so he could give me what I wanted, which was his hard-throbbing cock deep inside me. I just hoped that his domination and teasing game didn’t last too long. I wanted to be out of there by sundown. He sat back slightly, making sure not to hurt me. I don’t think he realized exactly how strong I was. Him sitting on my lap was nothing, I could have probably bench pressed the guy, but he needed to feel manly and in charge for a while, and I needed to get laid.
“I told you I could control myself,” he said with a smirk.
“You think this is controlling yourself? You’re literally sitting on me.”
He let go of one of my hands and rubbed the back of his neck.
“Well, I mean, I’m not perfect. No man could resist the show you were about to put on. I mean, come on, love, you have no idea how much strength it took for me not to replace that ice cube with my tongue.”
I couldn’t help but chuckle, and blush a little. The idea of his tongue replacing that ice cube had my temperature rising. I thought he would give me a few instructions, maybe remove his belt or something like last time, but he didn’t. He gradually got off of me and headed back over to the couch opposite me. I was happy to take his lead, but I wasn’t in the mood to play games. A little teasing here and there, sure, but he had just literally switched it off and walked away.
I stood up and picked up my glass, before heading over and pouring myself out another drink, and one for Sam. I handed it to him, then knocked mine back, placing the glass onto the desk. Turning around, I bent down and picked up my clothes that were strewn around the floor. I put my socks back on, and when I began stepping into my thong he asked,
“What are you doing?”
I glanced over at him while placing my other foot into my panties.
“What does it look like I'm doing?”
He raised an eyebrow and replied,
“It looks like you’re getting dressed.”
“Correct.”
I pulled up my thong and stepped into my jeans, wiggling as I pulled them up too.
“But why? I thought you wanted to have fun.”
“Yeah well, you clearly don’t want me, so what’s the point?” I picked up my bra, “I won’t beg for it, Sam. Believe it or not, I'm not that desperate.”
He rushed at me, ripping the bra from my hands and throwing it across the room. He picked me up by the waist and placed me onto the desk, then lowered his head and began kissing my neck.
“Don’t take my self-control as not wanting you, and don’t ever think that me waiting to fuck you isn’t absolutely killing me inside, ” he said between kisses, then moved his lips lower and kissed my breasts, “I want you more than anything, Freya. I want my tongue all over your body,” he said before licking a circle around my nipple. “And my dick so far inside you,” he virtually whispered before sucking my nipple into his mouth.
I moaned out as his teeth bit down ever so slightly on my pert nip, before he let it slip out if his mouth with a pop. He stood up straight and I glanced up into his eyes. They were still golden-brown; he was controlling himself still. It made me angry inside. I shoved my hands into his chest pushing him backwards.
“Then what the fuck is stopping you? Why do we have to play these games, Sam? Is it about control? Or are you fucking with me?” I snapped at him while hopping off of the desk.
“It’s none of those things, Freya, I swear.”
“Then what the fuck is it, Sam?”
“I’m in love with you, Freya!”