Show Me Yours (Part II)

Waylon tilted his head watching Willow from afar. A buffalo wing in one hand and a slice of pizza in the other, she smiled as she pulled a piece of strawberry cheesecake from the takeout bag.

*Damn…she would put Fabian to shame.*

He thought to himself. He’d seen many women nervous about eating, but Willow took to the smorgasbord as if she was his size. Walking over, he chuckled. "How hard would you bite me if I reached for a wing?”

She scrunched her face. "Try it and find out.”

Their eyes gleamed at one another. He sat and she made him a plate of everything. "Consider yourself lucky, one thing I don’t share is my food.”

"Well, how come I’m the exception?”

She shrugged, "You’re sexy.” Realizing what she said, her eyes traveled back to the food. "I meant to say cute.”

He chuckled, "I prefer the first compliment better. Besides, it makes it a lot easier to tell you how sexy I find you as well. Especially watching you eat to your heart's content.” Toasting a slice of pizza, the two ate and sat in comfortable silence.

"I never got the chance to tell you how much I appreciate your work around this place. I’m sure you noticed your influx of clients. Everybody adores *the mountain*”

He shook his head, "Fuck, do they really call me that?”

She nodded, "Can you really blame them Way? You have to literally bend down to get into the door.”

"I DO N-” He huffed, "You need a taller door frame boss.” He thought about the nickname she’d given him, deciding he liked the way it sounded. Looking around, he placed his hands on the table. "So, how come you always stay so late?”

"Waiting for my brother. His meetings are nearby. I think being able to pick me up afterward gives him a sense of-” She sighed, "I don’t know.”

"A sense of not being so alone.”

She looked at Waylon and her eyes widened. "That’s exactly what he said. How did you know that?” He remained silent and she decided not to push. "So, I shower, change here, and wait for him…A lot of people think my brother is some type of cancer to me, but the reality is he’s gone through a lot ya know? It wasn’t even me who sent him to the hospital the second time he tried to kill himself...he went to get help and since, he’s been doing so much better. He works better every day to accept who he is.”

Waylon wasn't use the type of emotion she was displaying in front of him, but hearing the way she talked about her brother, made him think about his own. "I think that takes a brave man to get help.” Willow smiled brightly at him. She knew Waylon wasn’t much for emotional conversations, but she liked the fact that he was trying for her. She lifted his massive arm and crawled under it. Saying nothing, her face flushed as he leaned down and kissed the top of her head. She looked to see him looking down at her. "I’m not too good at this, but maybe we could go on another date? I like spending time with you”

She hugged him, "I like spending time with you too and I would really like that.”

He cleared his throat, "Now, enough of that. Come on.”

"Where are we going?”

He smirked, “To the mat to sweat off all this food unless you’re too full.”

She stood, "OH, YOU’RE ON!”

Waylon laughed and stood. Towering over her, he picked her up off her feet and threw her over his shoulder. She laughed and punched into his back. "PUT ME DOWN!”

Walking to the mat he effortlessly carried her inside. Putting her down, he glared at her, "Hope you know I don’t plan on taking it easy on you.” She felt a small fire burning inside. As she looked him over, her eyes widened as she realized he was watching her. "Are you planning on attacking me again Willow?” He smirked and her face turned red.

"I did not attack you…” She murmured low. This wasn’t what she had been expecting when they entered the ring, but now, she wanted nothing more than to reenact that moment.

Walking over to her, Waylon tilted his head. "Willow?”

"Hmm?” Saying nothing, he yanked her hard to him. His mind traveled back to their date, the way she melted against him in his aggression. The way she was dominant in every way except when he touched her. Breath ragged, her green eyes watched him patiently as he grabbed her throat. A soft moan escaped her mouth. She looked at him mortified, "I don’t know where-”

"You’re a brat...” He said as he released her.

"What the hell did you just call me?”

"A brat. Not dominant, but not quite submissive either. Explains why you enjoy getting under my skin so much.” Willow backed away. She didn’t like what he was insinuating. She might like to get under his skin, but it wasn’t because she enjoyed the idea of seeing what he would do if she pushed hard enough…or was it? Her mouth dried. "Come here Willow.” His voice boomed, and she walked over to him. Hands balled to her side, she glared at him and he smirked again.

*There it is.*

"Don’t boss me around!”

"Why not? When you like it."

"I don’t!”

Waylon ran his fingers against her hardened nipples. "You sure?” He leaned down to her, "Kiss me.”

His demand sat deadly against his lips. Pulling at his shirt, Willow kissed him as hard as she could. The two fell to the mat, and she gasped as Waylon pinned her arms hard against the mat using one hand. With his other, he unzipped her hoodie revealing her sports bra. Willow's eyes widened as he ripped effortlessly down the middle. Waylon scathed her nipple with his teeth feeling her shudder against him. Sucking on it gently, he scathed it again and she groaned.

"Admit that you like it…or I’m going to stop.” He said sternly.

He did it again. Willow felt the wetness grow between her legs as he tortured her. Releasing her hands, he stood and pointed to her shorts. Willow couldn’t explain what was happening, but her body and mind responded to his every word. Waylon had unleashed something she’d tried her hardest to hide. She removed her shorts, and Waylon picked her up again. Carrying her to the corner of the ring, he placed her down. He sat against the rope and beckoned her with his index finger. Hiking her up on his shoulders, Willow rested her legs against the ropes. Moving her panties to the side, he exposed her clit.

Waylon drew small hard circles with his tongue before biting her. Willow retched her head back, and Waylon dug in nails into her thighs. "Admit that you like it…or I’m going to stop,” he repeated. The pain of his nails and bite, mixed with the concentrated circles he drew, made Willow’s eyes roll to the back of her head as he continued to make her ride his face. She felt herself nearing, and she gripped hard into the ropes. Stopping her from orgasming, Waylon repeated his request.

“Ahhhh…” She screamed out jerking forward as he bit her clit again. Her orgasm building, the torture of him not allowing her to release. Tears fell from her eyes, the new experience being too much. She screamed as loud as she could, "I LIKE IT! FUCK, I LIKE IT!” before her pent-up orgasm released leaving Waylon’s face completely drenched. He pulled her down, and her legs still shook. He wiped his face on his shirt and chuckled and she glared at him again. "It’s not funny. That’s never happened before.”

He nodded. "I bet. As hard as you came.” Her face reddened, and he pulled her in his arms. "Don’t be embarrassed Willow.” He whispered against her ear, "I’m into some very interesting things too.” He placed her hand on his erect manhood. She ran her hand down it and Fiona popped in her head.

*He’s going to fucking destroy you*

After what just happened, she wanted to let him. He kissed her cheek and stood. When she did, he zipped her jacket. Handing her, her shorts, he leaned down and kissed her again. He murmured against her lips, "You taste delicious my little brat.” He saw the fire in her eyes and the blush on her face. Waylon and Willow made their way from the ring, and he grabbed his bag. He eyed her, "Your brother will be here soon?” She nodded.

Waylon exited the gym. Before he could vanish into the night, his senses went on alert, and he moved back into the darkness. His eyes cut into slits, as he saw a man approach the gym. He wasn’t Willow’s brother, and what was more, Waylon could clearly see a knife. Dropping his bag, he quickly made his way back inside.

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"And as you take in the form of the male model, make sure that you truly focus on the way the light creates certain shadows on certain parts of the body.”

Fabian sat nude in the middle of the studio, listening to Fiona teach. Her hands behind her back, she looked at the easels of her patients. One raised her hand, "Um…I need A LOT more paint for-“ Her face flushed as her eyes darted from Fabian.

Fiona laughed, "Who else needs more paint?” Multiple hands raised around the room, and Fiona laughed again. She winked at him,. "Way to go Fabian.” He loved it when she teased him like that. Her playful sexual banter constantly made him want to pull her in his arms.

As Fiona passed out the paints, she stopped at one of the easels. "Is this me William?” He nodded. "I know we’re supposed to be painting the model, but you’re just too distracting.”

Fiona smiled, "That’s very sweet, and this really incredible. The likeness is crazy!”

"Starving artist…portraits are my specialty.”

Leaning against the easel, she eyed William, "So, I guess this is right up your alley huh?”

He smirked, "Guilty. Not every day I get to mix my love for sex with my love for painting.”

His hand brushed against Fiona’s’ and Fabian almost ripped the guy to shreds. As he watched the man continue to blatantly flirt with her, he felt his anger grow. He didn’t like it. And hearing her chuckle after he asked her on a date, set Fabian off. He grabbed the towel nearby, "I have somewhere better I need to be.” Storming off, he left Fiona and William behind.

Standing in the back, Fabian put his clothes on."Don’t dress on my behalf,” Fiona smirked, and he glared at her. She folded her arms to her chest. "What’s wrong with you?”

"Nothing.”

She walked closer to him, "Something’s wrong, so spill it.” He huffed under his breath but remained silent, and Fiona felt her irritation grow. Shutting the door, she seethed at him. "Fine, let’s just fight.”

"What?”

"You heard me. Since you don’t want to communicate, perhaps a flat-out argument is more your speed.”

He brushed past her, "I don’t argue, and I’m certainly not fucking arguing with you.”

She laughed harshly, "Well tough shit because I’M ABOUT TO ARGUE WITH YOU!” She sized him up. "You’ve been acting weird since the day at my house. Now I get if maybe I came on too strong, or made you feel like I was expecting something serious, but I’d rather you just say that, instead of being a dick.”

He had been acting weird, but it wasn’t because of what she thought. It was because two days after feeding on her sexual energy, he still didn’t feel as hungry as he usually did. She’d done something to him, something he couldn’t understand and because of that Fabian felt the need to stay away.

“Oh well lucky you then! You can go out with *Mr. Draw me like one of your French girls*!” He shouted at her.

Fiona retched her head back, “ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU LITERALLY MADE IT BLATANTLY CLEAR YOU’RE NOT INTERESTED IN ANYTHING AND YOU’RE MAD BECAUSE SOMEONE ASKS ME ON A DATE?!”

Fabian felt his anger grow. “FUCKING HELL! THAT’S NOT TRUE!” The words hung in the air and he ran his hand through his hair.

Fiona looked at him. “Oh, my goodness! You’re jealous!”

Fabian glared at her. “I’M NOT JEALOUS! I JUST DON’T LIKE SEEING ANOTHER-” His words trailed off. He processed the thought, and a huge smile found his face. “I’M JEALOUS! I’M JEALOUS!” She arched her brow in confusion as he picked her up. Spinning her around, he continued to repeat “I’M JEALOUS! FIONA! FUCKING HELL, I'M JEALOUS!” He sat her down and rubbed the back of his neck. “Sorry, I’ve never been jealous before.” He had been too numb, and even though it was an ugly feeling, it still was a feeling nonetheless.

"I’m glad you’re happy…” She mused then leaned against the table, "By the way…I didn’t accept his offer.”

"You didn’t?” She shook her head, "After you stormed out. I told him no because-” Her face flushed, and Fabian took a step towards her. "I told him I liked someone else… and even though I wasn’t sure what would happen…I was still tied there.”

Fabian quickly kissed her, "I’m glad…I like you a lot, Fiona…and I want to see where this can go. I’m not interested in anyone but you.” Hearing the words from his own mouth, made Fabian feel something else. He was excited and happy, something he didn’t know he could feel outside of being with family.

Fiona pulled him to her again, and their kiss immediately deepened. Spinning her around, Fabian kissed her neck. Her hands found his hair, as he stroked her breast through her shirt. Unbuttoning the button of her jeans, he pulled them down. Fiona reached behind her and unbuttoned his. Briefs against panties, he pulled her closer. After feeling his tongue, she wanted so badly to see what else was in store, and Fabian addicted to her taste, craved to be inside of her. He could hear her panting. "Please…” She whispered and he let out a small growl. The feel of her skin, the thought of being inside her, he continued to repeat inside his head.

*Don’t hurt her…don’t hurt her*

He stared at the vein in her neck. Fabian could smell her blood coursing through her veins, and his fangs dropped. Fiona pulled her panties down and backed into him. Hearing him groan she reached behind and released him from his briefs. Her eyes shot open as his sharp teeth scathed her neck.

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Eva sat at her desk, trying her best to work on her new story. Her mind jumbled, her thoughts racing as she stared at Alaric’s book.

*Please…don’t*

The book called to her as it had been all day. She was terrified. Knowing that whatever she wrote inside, would be harmful to her family. She covered her mouth with her hand and tossed the book from the table.

"I WON’T WRITE IT!” She screamed as the pages tore open to a blank one. Eyes teared, hands shaking, she looked to the pen in her hand. Dropping to the floor, she pulled the book to her, and slowly began to write.

*The four horsemen, their hearts entwined with their betrothed found themselves at a loss for how to fix what was shown. And as such, they would tell of their true form. The CONQUEROR whose mischief led him to reveal his magic to her and break his oath once more. The WARRIOR who tore a man in two as she watched in horror. The bloodlust that led the FAMINISH to almost drain the one who made him finally feel and the usherer of the DEPARTED who showed her, the darkness inside. This first test of many shall determine whether they shall have their betrothed, or if they, like the Earth, shall endure unpreparable misery.” *

"No…” Eva dropped the book and grabbed her chest. Finding her on the floor, Alaric quickly rushed to her side. He grabbed the book and read the words, his own eyes widening in horror. "They’re going to…They’re…”

"BREATHE EVA BREATHE!”

She tried her best to hear his words. "Why...why would he make me…write that in your book…” She wheezed out. The book suddenly slammed shut, and Eva let out a sob. The cover no longer Alaric’s’ but of her sons. She stared at her husband.

"30..29..28..” She never made it to one.