Walking down the stairs, she found Charles sitting on the couch in the den. He had a book in his hands, and he was focused on whatever he was reading. She paused mid-step and wondered if he was hurt the bathroom door was closed.
She became overwhelmed with everything that had happened thus far. She didn’t want to add to it the possibility of shower sex with a man who looked like a god carved from stone come to life. He was beautiful, kind, and breathtaking.
He set the book down and looked up toward the stairs. He grinned and stood, then motioned for her to join him.
Making it to the bottom of the steps, her long white sundress almost touched the floor. She stood before him and smiled.
“You look beautiful, Sadie.”
“Thank you.”
“I noticed the door was closed, and it was perfectly fine. I’ll be able to be with you soon.” He winked. “And when I am, there will be no going back.”
She cleared her throat and motioned for the seats. “I’m horrible at small talk, so let’s see what we know about each other so far.”
He nodded and sat down next to her. “Sounds good to me.”
She tucked her bare feet underneath her. “So, surfing?”
“Ahh, aces! It’s fantastic fun and takes agility and body strength. If you’d like to learn some time, I can teach you.”
“I might take you up on that. I’ve never done anything in water other than just swimming.”
“Ahh, you’re missing out, woman!”
She laughed along with his excitement.
“And you’re a writer. That’s not something I could ever muster in my life. Even if living depended on it!”
“I hear that from a lot of people, but to be honest, anyone can write. It’s just understanding and learning the words you want to use. Then, structuring it into a story.”
“Is that so?”
“Mmhmm.”
“Then, tell me how a woman, let’s say your leading lady, would find herself right now in a story, sitting alongside a man. Now, this man would take her into his arms, kiss her, touch every part of her body, then fuck her until the sun came up. How would you describe that?”
Her eyes widened and she quickly looked to her hands. Her cheeks warmed with a blush and she cleared her throat. “Normally, I don’t speak my work out loud.”
“Ahh, you said anyone can do it, so let’s hear it, baby. Give it to me raw.”
She giggled and met his gaze. “All right. I can’t guarantee it’ll be good, but I’ll try. The last time I tried to dictate the words, I ended up laughing and had to stop.”
“I have faith in you, woman.” He clapped his hands together then rubbed them with a sly grin. “Make me horny with your words, baby!”
At his words, she doubled over laughing and her eyes blurred with tears. It had been a while since she cried from laughter.
“Could I have a few shots of whiskey before I get started?”
“Of course.” In a dash, the man was off the couch, in his kitchen, and grabbed a large bottle of Crown Royal Vanilla Whiskey. He was back to the couch and poured a shot glass full, then sat it down. “My lady, if it pleases you.”
She shook her head. “You’re incredible, you know that?”
He grinned. “So I’ve been told.”
She picked up the shooter and sipped the contents. It was strong and burned as it went down her throat.
“Don’t act like a Sheila, woman. Down that fucker.”
She chuckled and glanced his way, then shot the drink back. It heated her throat and warmed her belly. “I was merely tasting it first, and I’m not a fucking Sheila.”
He laughed and rested his arms along the sides of the couch.
She took in a deep inhale then slowly released it. She poured herself another shot and drank it. She stood and shook her hands out and twisted her neck side to side. Closing her eyes, she turned to face Charles.
“I may keep my eyes closed, if that’s okay?”
“Of course.”
“All right.” She paused a moment and thought of what she’d start with. In the beginning, she considered one of her characters in her position and what she would do. So, with that knowledge, she put herself in her character’s role.
“The night drew dark and the sky was clear. The stars were bright this summer night. Shayla...” She peeked an eye at him. “Our leading lady.” He nodded. “Shayla walked through the sands of the beach in her silver dress of chiffon. Barefoot, the sands were cool to the touch. The wind blew gently and tossed her locks of blonde curls behind her. In the distance, the light of the moon showed the silhouette of a man. He was walking toward her and she wondered if it was him, the man who wanted her for himself, the one who claimed he was a vampire.”
Sadie began to pace the floor and opened her eyes. Bumping into furniture would have thrown her off her story telling. The buzz of the whiskey was also helping her relax.
“As he drew closer to her, she quickened her pace and her heart skipped a beat in her chest. Butterflies raced in her stomach as the pair grew closer. It was him, it was, umm...” She looked at Charles. “I need a name.”
“Henry?”
She nodded, then began pacing again. “It was him. Henry. The one she had met the day prior. His hands went to her arms and he held her for a moment, staring into her eyes. “I cannot live this life without you,” Henry confessed. “I’ve searched for you for centuries only to find you now. No, Shayla, I will not let you escape me again. We are destined for one another. We are soulmates, my love.” Shayla gasped and knew he was right, but she was also scared. How could she give herself to a man she barely knew?
Charles cleared his throat and she looked his way. “Sounds like this Shayla and Henry are us, love.”
She shrugged. “Maybe. I’m freestyling, here.”
“Then, continue.” He winked.
She nodded. “Henry pressed his lips to hers and she knew then, without a doubt, he spoke the truth. Something inside her came alive. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer, then whispered, “I’m yours.” Henry ran his hands down over her backside until he cupped her ass, then lifted her in his arms. Shayla wrapped her legs around his waist and he laid her on the sand. No longer able to fight the urge, she ripped at his shirt to get it off his body. Henry pushed her dress up to her waist and grinned at the sight of her not wearing panties. She opened his pants and pushed them down his body. He reached between them and lined the head of his cock to her cunt and pushed. Her back arched and she groaned his name in the night air.”
“Woman, let me stop you there. That’s sexy as fuck.” Charles stood and walked to where she stood. He took her hands and brought her back to the couch. “I loved all of it except the fucking on the beach part.”
She frowned. “What’s wrong with sex on the beach?”
“Nothing, if you’re a drink. No one wants sand in the crack of their ass.”
She snorted, then roared with laughter. Her head tilted back as she gasped for air. “Holy hell, Charles!”
“What?” He chuckled. “No one wants sand in their nether regions. Now...” He turned on the seat to face her. “If the story took place in the home on a couch, or even his bed, then it would be more believable.”
“Oh, you think so?”
“Oh, yes, I know so.”
The buzz from the whiskey was still in her body and she suddenly felt daring. She stood in front of him, then straddled his waist. His hands cupped her ass, and she ran her hands up the back of his scalp. “So, maybe like this?”
He nodded. “Exactly like this.” He moved his hands up her back and pulled her closer to him. The dress was cut low between her breasts. He slid the straps down her arms and lowered the dress down to her waist. Her breasts bare and her nipples hardened.
He licked his lips and she wanted him on her, in her, claiming her as his.
“Charles,” she whispered. “Be gentle.”
He looked into her eyes and pulled her to him, his mouth across her lips. She opened for him and his tongue slid across hers. She moaned into his mouth and she moved her hips against his erection.
“I’ll be as gentle as you need, love. And I promise, no biting.”
“Okay,” she whispered. Sadie pulled herself from his arms and lowered her dress to the floor. She then hooked her fingers around her panties and pulled them down her legs.
Charles stood from the couch and removed his shirt, tossing it to the floor. His chest had blond hair just in the center and it led toward his waist, covered by his pants.
Next, he unbuckled his belt, opened the button, and pulled down the zipper. He kicked off the pants and shoes, standing naked. The man didn’t have on underwear. He was a sight to behold, and his cock was hard, ready, and she longed to suck him in her mouth.
He closed the distance to her and cupped her face. He slanted his lips across hers and cradled the back of her head.
She pressed her body to his and slipped her hands around his backside, then grabbed his ass.
“You’re beautiful, Sadie. So fucking beautiful.”
“Charles,” she whispered. “Please, I need you.”
He ran his hands down her body and lifted her in his arms. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he carried her back to the couch.
Laying her down, he hovered over her and kissed her, his tongue gliding along hers. He peppered kisses down her jaw line to her neck, then down her chest to her nipples. Sucking in one, he teased the other, nibbling, licking, sucking the pebbled skin.
She tightened her legs around his waist and moved her hips against his body. His cock pressed against her pussy, causing friction against her clit.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he whispered. “I want to taste you, but also need to be inside you.”
“Do both.”
“Ahh, my dirty, dirty girl. I love it.” He moved down her body and she opened her legs wide for him.
She nibbled on her lip as he stared at her pussy, then grinned.
“You wax?”
She nodded. “I always leave a thin strip just above.”
He growled and lowered himself to her. “If you need me to stop—”
“Don’t you dare even think about it.”
He chuckled and pushed the outer edges of her pussy apart to expose her clit.
“Fuck me, woman.” He groaned and leaned down. He licked her from pussy to clit, then sucked on the pearl, nibbling it, licking more, then sucking hard against it.
She relished in the sensation; her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled him closer to her, pushing him harder against her pussy. She moved her hips up and down, needing more. And he gave it to her by pushing two fingers inside her.
“Fuck,” she moaned and arched her back. “Yes, don’t stop, please.”
His tongue lashed at her clit, flicking and sucking as his fingers fucked her core. This was only his hand and mouth.
What would it be like with his cock…with all three of them?
“Oh shit, I’m going to come,” she screamed, and her hips began to buck.
He sucked harder on her clit, his fingers fucking her faster than she knew he could move, and she shattered. She came and it was like having an out of body experience. She was flying, yet grounded. Whole, but in pieces. She knew she would never be able to come back from the men of the Covenant.
Charles lifted his head and smiled at her, then with one swipe across his mouth, he was hovering above her again. “I want to fuck you, Sadie. Let me have your sweet cunt tonight.”
“Yes.” She lifted her head and captured his lips. His cock pressed to her core entrance and he pushed. “Oh fuck,” she groaned and held onto his shoulders.
“Are you all right?”
“Yes, I’m fine. Don’t fucking stop.”
He chuckled next to her ear. “Never.” He withdrew then thrust his body against her, his dick sinking deep inside her. “Fuck, Sadie, holy fuck you feel so good.”
“Harder, fuck me.”
He took her hands and lifted them above her head. Holding her wrists with one hand, he reached back with his free hands and took her leg behind the knee. Pressing it toward her chest, he drove his cock in, going deeper.
“Yes,” she screamed as her hips moved in rhythm with his. “Yes! God, yes, fuck me, harder. Fuck me!”
His mouth hovered over hers as their breaths mixed with one another’s. “Mine,” he growled, then with each thrust, “You. Are. Ours. Sadie. Ours. Fucking. Ours!”
“Yes.” She panted and kissed Charles as his mouth came down on hers. Becoming lost in the moment, she ran his tongue along the tip of his fangs. She needed him to claim her with the feeding. She longed to feel his tips in her flesh.
“Bite me,” she whispered. “I need you to. Please, Charles. Do it.”
He groaned, then his forehead touched hers. “No, not yet. We will do it together when the time is right. I promise, Sadie, we will give you what you need, what your body lacks.”
“Oh fuck,” she moaned and closed her eyes. “I’m coming Charles, I’m coming, harder!”
His balls slapped against her ass as he drove into her pussy. “Yes, Sadie, yes. Let yourself go, baby. Give it to me.”
She pressed her body to his as his back lifted off the couch. Crystal lights danced around her behind her closed lids. She was lost in her climax, floating back to her body, to reality, to the man who had promised to claim ownership over her.
He slowed his thrusting and stared into her eyes. A smiled crested his lips and he released her hands.
She touched his cheek and a crooked smile tugged at the corners of her mouth. “Will it always be like this?”
“Yes, every fucking time.”
She closed her eyes and let a long breath leave her lungs. “I think we need to clean up again.”
He chuckled. “Would I be welcome in the shower with you this time?”
She giggled underneath him, then nodded. “Yes.”
After a few dips in the ocean and a tour around his home state, Charles and Sadie flew back to New Orleans. Charles pressed his lips to hers and bid her good night. Thunderstruck with emotions she never would begin to understand, she laid in bed and had no idea what she would do, how she would go about doing it, or how feelings for more than one man could possibly happen.
She was head over heels for Charles. He was sweet, honest, and sexy as hell. But she still had Adam and William to spend time with, then the company of all three vampires at once.
Could she do it?
Absolutely.
The true question was, would she?