Beth held her hand out to Mick and he could do nothing
less than follow her up the stairs. He loved this woman with every bit
of his heart and soul; yes, he did believe he had a soul now and he
realized that were it not for Beth he might not understand that.
he be as accepting of his existence as she was? He had chosen this
path himself to save her, but what if that hadn’t been necessary? Would
he have ultimately been happy to return? That was a question he would
never know the answer to. He was what he was and he did at least
appreciate some aspects of his vampirism; the strength, the stamina that
made him able to take care of her. Now that she was a vampire too
would she need him? For awhile at least.
Her bare feet made
little patter on the sleek wooden stair steps leading to their room; he
watched the way she moved, lithe and fluid almost as if she floated up
the steps. He had always loved and appreciated the way she moved, the
gentle sway of her hips but she had a vampires grace now that he
She paused at the top of the stairs, watching him
ascend with an angelic smile on her face belied by just the hint of
fangs peeking through. She worried that she wasn’t as attractive to him
now as a vamp but in reality that was very far from the truth – how it
could be possible that he desired her even more than before was beyond
him but it was the truth.
If he were honest with himself,
completely honest he knew that part of it was because he no longer
feared letting the vampire within gain control. He had kept that part
of himself tucked away, under constant restraint for so long that to let
go and be totally uninhibited with her was amazing. He would never
have hurt her before, but to not even have to think about it, maintain
that stiff control that sometimes held them both back was a gift for
him, for both of them.
His mind desired her, his heart yearned
for her and his body flamed with brilliance beyond control, a craving he
couldn’t and wouldn’t ever be able to let go. Yes, she was his woman,
his mate the vamp within cried and so he practically leapt the final
steps to stand in front of her, his eyes raking her hungrily before he
pulled her tightly to him so that she could understand exactly how much
he wanted her, needed her.
His lips claimed hers while a low
growl emanated from his throat, quickly picked up and echoed by her own
answering growl. Tongues sought and found their mates and stroked and
plundered until both of them were breathless. Beth pulled herself up
and wrapped her legs around his waist and the musky scent of her desire
tormented his senses as he walked to the bedroom without breaking the
He laid her down on the edge of the bed, her legs spread
and draped over the edge. Warm hazel eyes raked over her body, from the
golden curtain of hair spread over the bedspread to the tips of her
pink toes that were curled with anticipation. He hastily shed his
clothes and knelt before her, humbled by her allure and beauty.
hands caressed her legs, tracing with trembling strokes the graceful
curves of her calves before his lips followed in their paths, nibbling
and swirling along the silken trail. He lifted one agile leg slightly
to delve his tongue into the sensitive skin at the bend of her knee and
she hummed with the pleasure of his touch. Not neglecting the other
leg, he shared his kisses and caresses with it until she was panting
Mick’s hungry mouth searched upwards as he kissed and
nipped at her soft skin until he found the fount of her desire; they
both sighed with anticipation. He inhaled the sweet scent of her and
licked his lips with eagerness before parting the blonde curls with
gentle fingers, exposing the lush pink flesh that was wet with
He murmured against her flesh as he planted a lingering kiss on her, “Beth, my Beth.”
tongue found the honey of her irresistible and he delved into the
aching folds, dipping and swirling and tasting her pleasure until they
were both heady with passion and need. Mick traced tiny circles around
the swollen nub that resided there, sending shivers of delight coursing
through her body and suddenly she was over the edge, a soft throaty purr
escaping her, a primitive cry of satisfaction.
Mick stood up and
gently moved her up the bed before joining her, their bodies fitting
together as if they were made for one another by the very gods
themselves. Mick’s mouth sought hers, joining them in a burning kiss
that set them both aflame with renewed passion.
He couldn’t get
enough of her, she inflamed his senses, consumed him until all there was
in the world were the two of them. He slipped between her legs and
buried himself in the heated depths of her body and was rewarded with a
sharp gasp as she wrapped her legs around him, meeting him stroke for
stroke as he plunged into her eager body.
His muscles strained to
push them both to the limits of their passion, thrusting into her slick
folds over and over. He was on fire, liquid rivers of molten passion
flowed through him and spread into his love, his Beth. On and on it
went as they climbed the plateau together until finally they both sought
the other’s neck for the moment of sweet release.
They held one
another tight for long moments afterwards, both gasping for breath as
they bestowed sweet kisses upon any and every inch of flesh they could
reach. He felt Beth shiver from the last vestiges of her release and he
smiled as he scooped her up and carried her into their freezer,
shutting out the world and dispelling any dark thoughts. She was his;
They awoke a few
hours later in a jumble of tangled limbs and sated satisfaction. Beth
stretched, the sinewy planes of her body rippling with the movement.
Mick stared in rapt fascination, admiring every delicious inch of her.
Her body hadn’t technically changed since she had been turned, but it
somehow seemed more supple and lush
She leaned up and kissed him,
her baby fangs poking out between her shell – pink lips. She murmured,
“Mr. St. John, you wore me out earlier.”
Mick grinned, one
eyebrow raised in surprise. “Surely not Mrs. St. John. Remember,
vampires don’t have an off switch? Your very words I might add.”
this vampire is worn out and hungry too,” she said, raking nimble
fingers through the dark curls covering his chest. She scratched lightly
at one deep pink nipple on his chest and was rewarded with a purr of
happiness from her virile and sexy husband.
“I thought you were
hungry? That isn’t going to get you any food, only another sexy
tumble,” he laughed, trying to untangle himself from her. He was hungry
too he realized, trying to remember when he’d fed last. Hours ago, he
decided, many hours ago.
He pushed the button to open the lid
and it raised with a soft breathy ‘whoosh’ and he slid out, his feet
meeting the wood of the floor with a solid thud. “C’mon, let’s go
baby,” he said, holding his hand out to her.
After another toothy
grin she reached for it, swinging her slim legs over the side and
coming lightly to her feet beside him. Mick slid into a pair of scarlet
silk pajama bottoms and handed her a silky robe to wrap around her
body. She frowned at him, giving him a small moue of disappointment.
Her bottom lip stuck out in the slightest of pouts, making her mouth
look totally, completely kissable and he couldn’t resist dipping his
head for a long lingering kiss. He broke away with a slight groan; the
two of them would be lucky if they didn’t starve to death in the future
because neither one had any resistance to the other.
down the stairs?” she dared and before she could get a single step he
had already wrapped an arm around her, holding her back beside him.
way Beth; just one step at a time.” He watched her disappointed
expression with a quirk of an eyebrow and sighed. It was time to start
training her and the idea both excited and scared him.
poured them both tall glasses of AB-, a ‘flavor’ she hadn’t tried yet.
Josef was providing them with a good variety, probably for her
education. She had been amazed at how different the blood could taste
because as a human it had all smelled the same. She wasn’t having the
best of luck identifying each one yet, other than Mick’s blood which was
like the sweetest of nectar’s to her; she couldn’t get enough of it and
frankly, drinking from him was a strange mix of eroticism and comfort.
It made her feel safe and loved and protected on one hand the other
drove her wild with desire for him. Inwardly she shook her head,
confused by it all.
As they sipped their dinner Beth was aware of
the muted sounds from outside of the house; she could hear all sorts of
things like frogs croaking and the wind caressing the boughs of the
towering pine trees that stood guardian on the property. Every now and
again she could even catch the faint sounds of Puget Sound as the gentle
swells met the shore. She stared at the glass in her hand pensively,
wondering when he was going to let her explore more of the world outside
the house. She guessed if she had to be housebound she couldn’t ask
for a better companion. She gave him a lusty stare as sexy thoughts and
images crossed her mind and she saw him stifle a giggle before he
couldn’t hold back and laughed.
His eyes crinkled at the corners
as he took a final drink from his glass and rose to rinse it out. He
watched as she finished hers as well and he reached for it, his fingers
brushing hers as he did so. Electricity shot through both of them
making their fingers tingle in response. Both of them acknowledged the
effect they had on the other with smile.
“We need to focus on
something other than sex for awhile Beth,” he told her, sitting back
down at the table and focusing on her. “As wonderful as it is, there
are things I need to teach you that do not involve the bedroom.” He
watched as her eyes lit up in surprise and she almost squealed with
delight, her body almost trembling with excitement about learning new
“Oh Mick, I’m so excited to hear that. When can we go outside? I’m going stir crazy in here.”
of me already huh?” he teased. “I’m sorry that I haven’t started your
training before, but I have to say that I’ve enjoyed the distraction.”
He reached across the table and stroked her hand with his thumb,
reluctant to not have that constant contact with her that they both
“No, I am NOT! But I feel great and I want to learn new
things Mick. This body is amazing! I want to run and jump and…” she
trailed off, imagining running free.
“Hold on Beth, you have a
lot to learn before that. We don’t know for sure yet what abilites you
have; since you have my bloodline you’ll most likely have what I have
and you’ll need to learn to control them, use them for your benefit.
There also could be others that I don’t have, so we’ll need to explore
She was quiet for a moment, pensively chewing her lower
lip as she thought about what he had said. It hadn’t occurred to her
that she might be able to do things he couldn’t, but likewise, it hadn’t
occurred to her that she might not have the same abilities that he did.
“I guess the only way to find out is to try, huh?”
watching her face as she mulled it all over. He waited patiently for
her to gather her thoughts so that they could work together. He didn’t
have long to wait.
“Is the fact that I can’t stand the cold of
the freezer one of the things?” She still couldn’t handle the freezing
cold and in some ways it made her feel like the outsider on the
playground, the last one to be picked for the game.
“No, I think
that’s probably just a preference baby. Josef told me that many of the
older ones don’t use them because they didn’t have them for so long. He
also said that sometimes new turns just take a while to adapt, so don’t
worry about it.”
“If the really old ones don’t use freezers they
must smell horrible! Mick, you always said that vamps smell like
decay, but I can’t smell that on you or myself for that matter. I mean,
you just smell like Mick to me. The scent is pleasing and makes me feel
safe I guess is the best way to describe it.”
He smiled at her
and said, “I’m your sire, that’s sort of how it works. And your sense
of smell will increase with practice as well. The first time you scent
other vamps, like Tim or Mary you will understand.”
when you said that vamps smell like decay that it would be overpowering,
pungent. If that is so, then I wouldn’t think you could scent anything
else around them.”
“Well, every vamp, every person has their own
scent Beth; you’ll learn to separate it all out, I promise. It’s the
same thing with sounds; everything around you will be loud at first and
I’ll teach you how to filter out the ‘chatter’ and just focus on what
you need to.”
“Will I be able to scent the past like you do?”
and you might be even better at it than I am. Josef, he really isn’t
able to do that much, but he has an uncommonly sharp ability to grasp or
maybe even to predict where the markets will go. I can’t do that. We
are each different – some vamps are faster than others, some can jump
higher, some have a more refined sense of smell or hearing or vision.
We’re going to discover what your gifts are.”
“Um, like being able to taste coffee?” she teased, standing up to make a pot of.
you can’t possibly really taste it baby. I think it’s like a memory
taste for you or something. It doesn’t hurt you and seems to make you
feel better so go ahead and do it. But I’m sorry; I don’t believe that
you can really taste it.”
Her eyes narrowed at him for a moment,
ready to take umbrage at his words but then she just shrugged it off.
She wasn’t ready to admit that he was right because she knew that she
could taste it, but it also wasn’t worth a fight. She went about
filling the coffee pot with water and scooping the grounds into the
filter before flipping the switch to start the brew. Within a few
minutes the delectable odor was permeating the kitchen and she sighed
with pleasure. Maybe he couldn’t taste it but she sure could.
Two days later…
had worked on her senses for the past couple of days, discovering what
she could scent by Mick hiding small things and letting her seek them.
She had nailed that lesson, proving to be an apt pupil. Nothing wrong
with her nose, that was for sure.
She was beside herself with
excitement this evening because they were going outside at dusk to give
her the opportunity to explore the world around the house. She shrugged
into a pair of jeans and didn’t even mind the scratchy feel of the
denim as she pulled them up the slid the zipper closed. She pulled a
tee shirt over her head and decided to pull her hair up into a pony tail
so that it didn’t cover her ears. She had discovered that the swishing
sound of it over her ears distracted her. She stared at herself in the
mirror and decided that she would do and headed down the stairs, two at
a time but squashing the temptation of jumping because Mick was
As she caught the roll of his eyes over her
pushing the rules she giggled and ran to him, kissing him before he
could say anything to her. As he pulled her tight they both realized
that she was trembling, the excitement overcoming her.
he grinned. At her nod they headed towards the door and he opened it
and stepped out on the porch closely followed by Beth.
As soon as
she was outside she felt alive, and breathed in deeply. She was
bombarded with sounds and scents and it rolled through her, making goose
bumps rise on her skin. It was loud! The wind in the trees sounded
like tympani and she heard all sorts of animals, walking, running,
chattering to one another as if to remark on the beauty of the evening.
It was heaven and she twitched, aching to move about and explore.
stay with me Beth. We’re just going to walk a bit, okay? You will
begin to pick up animal scents, including blood and you have to stay
focused on just walking with me.”
She nodded and they took a step
forward, moving into the burgeoning twilight with graceful steps. The
crackle of their footsteps on the gravel walk sounded louder than she
could have imagined, grating almost and she had to concentrate hard on
just staying with Mick and trying to tune out the sound and before long
it suddenly became a part of the background noise, not nearly as
Behind all of it was the scent of Puget Sound,
deliciously salty with the tang of decay to it. She had never smelled
that before, that underlying odor. It tugged at her; she had to be
there with it. She started moving towards the path that would take them
there and Mick followed along, letting her guide him.
was compelling her, pulling her towards the water and suddenly she let
go of Mick’s hand and began running for the water, shedding her clothes
as she made her way there.
Mick stared in astonishment at how
quickly she had moved and stood dumbfounded for a moment before taking
off at vamp speed to follow her. She was fast, incredibly fast he
realized and when he got to the water’s edge she was standing waist deep
in the sound, rivulets of water streaming down her body as she raised
her arms skyward. It was the pose of an ancient pagan goddess, drawing
down the moon to herself to use for her own delightful ritual.
scooped the water up and let it cascade down her body as she stood
under the light of a half moon. It seemed as bright as daylight to her
and she marveled at the individual drops of water on her skin. She
remembered the night that she had taken the BC and walked to Mick’s
apartment. She could literally feel the air that night and it was like
that now, only much more intense. An powerful feeling of sexuality
washed over her and she focused on Mick, standing on the shore staring
“Mick, come to me,” she commanded, holding her hand out to him. She was quicksilver; glimmering in the moonlight.
He could only obey. It seemed it was his destiny.
To be continued…