Thank you LaLa!!
Mick and Beth lay in their freezer, both of them trying to catch their
breath and failing at it. Even his heart was giving out a rapid
staccato beat that felt good. So damn good, because it infused him with
a bit of warmth.
Intense, loving her was so intense in the most delicious of ways.
slid from between her supple legs and rolled to his side, pulling her
with him. It was always like this but it also seemed that the
connection, the intensity, was growing. It was almost as if he was in
her head, and she in his. Knowing what the other needed, a moment
before they did, the touch, the look, the needing and wanting so great
that he felt as if he was on fire, the flames licking at him and only
she could slake his thirst.
Their connection had always been
strong, even when he only watched from afar, the periphery zone around
her keeping them apart. A thought had occurred to him today about it
all, but he didn’t see how it could be possible. But what if? What if
this amazing connection between them was the result of that night, so
long ago when he’d rescued her from Coraline?
“Beth, that night when I took you away from Coraline, did you ingest any of my blood?”
She frowned for a moment, thinking it was an odd question and an unlikely thing to have happened. “I don’t think so. Why?”
just, I don’t know, it sounds silly but as I watch the bond between
Logan and Clark, the blood that they shared, it got me to wondering
about us. You always knew that I was out there, all those years until I
left. Lani told me that you knew when I moved to Seattle; she said you
cried because you couldn’t feel me any longer.”
that was true enough. Could she have gotten some in her mouth? Did
that explain why they could feel one another so strongly? Why her heart
broke when the physical distance became so great that the connection
“I don’t know, Mick. I was crying, really hard and
you had blood all over your face and neck, from your fight with her. I
suppose it is entirely possible that the tears mixed with the blood and
I got some of it. It might well explain a lot of things though.”
nodded. Somehow he knew that it had happened, as unlikely as it
seemed. It wouldn’t have taken much, that much he knew for sure.
“So do you think that Logan and Clark, being brothers, increases their connection?”
don’t know, it might. Logan seems really tuned into Clark’s emotions,
which is good and bad, actually. He has to keep a bit of himself
separate in order to keep perspective. I had a long talk with Clark
today when I took everything over there. He didn’t see who did it, and
like you, about all he said was that the attacker had blue eyes. But I
noticed that while he talked about it, what had happened, Logan tuned
into it completely, almost as if he was there too.”
“And that is bad?”
it will be harder for him to let go and I’ll tell you this, Clark is
determined to be out of there immediately, if not sooner.”
“Wow, how soon do you think he can do it?”
don’t know, but he is really motivated. He’s already pestering Logan
about what he needs to know. Today he was fully clothed and walking
around without his sunglasses, trying to get used to it all, and he
insisted that we talk in normal voices. I know it had to hurt him, but
he was determined. He wanted to know how soon he could learn to feed
Beth chuckled and said, “Sounds like another new turn you knew to me! What do you think?”
rolled over and pulled her tightly to him and she felt his hardness
pressed against her belly. “I think we’ve talked about this enough!”
He ran his hands down her back and cupped her bottom, pressing even
tighter against her. “What do you think, Mrs. St. John?”
think we have a situation here that needs attending to.” Her mouth
found his and for the next hour the only sounds between them were soft
words and passionate moans that drove them both towards completion.
They reveled in their connection, wherever it came from. Together they
phone rang and she smiled when she saw it was Clark. “Hi,” she said
into the new phone and she heard him pull in a deep breath.
“Oh, girl, I needed to hear your voice. How are you, Dorie? Are you okay?”
I’m good. But I miss you so much. It was wonderful to see you, the
Skype thing I mean, but it’s not like being held in your arms, Clark.”
heard that sound again on the other end of the phone, something that
sounded like part growl and part purr. It was a sound that somehow
thrilled her and set her on edge at the same time. It made her very
aware of him sexually, something she hadn’t been thinking about much as
she went farther into the pregnancy. But it was all coming back to her
now and she knew that their sex life would take on a new dimension when
he was home. They’d have to wait a good month, maybe longer before they
could make love again, and it suddenly seemed like a terribly long
Over the phone connection Clark heard her heart speed up
and the way her breath caught in her throat as she thought about the
same thing he was thinking of. “It won’t really be forever, Dorie, but
it will certainly seem like it.”
She gave a small, embarrassed
laugh because she knew that he’d known exactly what she was thinking.
She felt shy about it all suddenly and she couldn’t figure out why. She
knew little of sex with a vampire but she was curious. She’d seen the
bite marks on Lani’s and Audrey’s throats and knew that both women
enjoyed that aspect of making love immensely. How could that be?
Didn’t it hurt? A shiver crept up her spine as she thought about it and
the warm flush of passion swept over her again.
Why on earth
were sexual thoughts running rampant in her mind all the time now?
Every time she talked to him she had these delicious images of him
naked, touching her, holding her, making love to her. She shut her eyes
as tightly as she could to try and push the images away.
smiled on the other end of the line. He could read her so well now.
Just listening to the small nuance of change in her heart, her breath,
it was almost like her desire flew through the lines to touch him,
except of course there were no lines. What if she was picking up on
Mick had talked to him today about all the emotions that
fledglings experienced, almost immeasurable sexual need being on one of
them. Logan had looked on, an uncomfortable slouch to his body as he
tried to focus on anything other than talking to his big brother about
sex. Vampire sex. Vampires biting during sex. If embarrassment were a
disease Logan would surely have died by the time the discussion was
So how did he broach the subject with Dorie? He took a deep breath and just started talking.
think that we’re both picking up on this sort of electrical, sexual
current right now, Dorie.” He explained what Mick had told him, all of
it, so she would understand what was ahead of them. He sat quietly as
she digested it all.
“So, the bite, um, you have to do it, to um, be able, to…”
“Yes, but I don’t have to bite you, honey. I can bite myself, I just need that sensory contact to be able to release.”
thought that he’d bite himself instead of her clenched first at her
heart and then sent a shard of pure rage through it. He wouldn’t!
“Clark Griffin, how dare you say you wouldn’t bite me! I’m your wife,
your - your mate!” she said, using the term that she’d heard the girls
“Dorie, I didn’t say I wouldn’t. I meant that if it hurt you, or scared you. That’s all, honey.”
“Well, it won’t!” she said adamantly, her voice raising in her irritation. Honestly, how dare he think that she wouldn’t want him to do it? Men!
winced at the loudness of her voice which sounded as deafening as a
sonic boom to him right now. “That’s not what I meant. Girl, I have
this mad, crazy desire to taste you, to taste your passion for me.” He
looked down at the rigid proof of that statement that never seemed to go
away, no matter how much he tried to take care of the problem. He
needed her and anything else was only a placebo.
“You - you can taste that?” She licked her lips, thinking about that statement.
what they tell me. Dorie, I don’t care if they let me out of here
tomorrow, it is not soon enough to be with you. And I have to say that
it’s a bit uncomfortable, the wanting you, needing you constantly.”
“Constantly? Like now?”
“Oh yeah, honey. Right now.”
“How do you handle it, Clark? I hate that you’re having to experience this and I can’t do anything about it.”
chuckled, low in his throat and his next words were the sexual purr
that she was beginning to understand - and love. “I just do the same
thing as I did all those years before we got together. It’s okay,
Just the image of that sent her heart racing again. How on earth were either of them going to handle this separation?
seemed as if the only thing to do was to tell him how much she loved
him, wanted him, and she listened as he moaned and she knew the moment
he found that release. If only she’d been able to share it.
He was right, it was going to seem like forever.
Born to Run
Late September 1978 - the night of the Homecoming dance
left the dance in a haze of red anger that tore his soul to pieces.
They’d kicked him out and he felt ready to kill someone so he took off
running, heading to nowhere as fast as he could get there. Running was
his escape, from the disappointment and dissolution of the shattered
pieces of his life.
Her eyes, he couldn’t forget them. Not
since he’d spotted her in the halls the second day of school and she
smiled at him. He knew that she smiled at everyone but somehow he knew
that there was something special in that brilliant smile she gave him.
was his and sooner or later she’d know it. Clark Griffin and that
weirdo of a brother of his aside, she was going to be his. If it was
the last thing he ever did.
He ran and then ran some more. He
could go home, but what was there for him? Nothing, not a fucking
thing. He lived in a house that wasn’t a home, with a father who
ignored his very presence in this world and even though he was 16 it
still made his gut clench with the pain of it.
His mom had died
when he was two. She’d never really recovered from his birth, they told
him. His older brother had been 6 when she died and while Martin
didn’t remember her at all, his brother did.
From that time on
in his life, when things were good he was only a spectator in that
house; no one saw him or talked to him other than whatever housekeeper
they had. And many came and went because they didn’t like the abuse
they often received any more than he did. He tried to shake off what
happened when things weren’t good, something that happened all too
often, especially now that his brother was in New York going to
Columbia. So he ran, but the problem was that he didn’t have anywhere
to escape to.
When he was 10 his dad had met Rochelle, a
beautiful 22 year old girl, who actually paid attention to Martin. For
the first time in his life he knew the warmth of a human touch, a hug.
Simple, little things that had made all the difference in his life. He
still remembered the smell of her perfume, L'Air du Temps, and to this
day whenever he caught the scent of it he remembered Rochelle.
hadn’t stayed long in their lives and he couldn’t blame her for that.
She was smart enough not to be a personal punching bag for anyone. One
day when he came home from school, he found she was gone and his father
was on a 3 day binge that made him hide as far away as possible. He’d
actually stayed in a tree in the backyard for a couple of days, sneaking
in to steal food out of the refrigerator so that he had something to
eat. The violent binge had made their current housekeeper leave as
well, crossing herself as she looked back at the house in fear. She
couldn’t get out of there quickly enough. She worried about the poor
little nino, but she couldn’t stay in that house with that devil any
longer and that older boy who stared at her with something akin to
disgust in his eyes.
That was when he’d learned to run. He ran
from the pain, from the hurt, and no matter how far and how fast he ran
it always caught up with him. When he’d showed up at school hungry,
torn, and bedraggled, they’d called his father who’d came and got him
immediately. The school had seen the look of pure loathing and
resentment in his father’s eyes and knew that it wouldn’t go well for
the boy, but what could they do? You just couldn’t interfere in a
As he got older his father ignored him more
and more and that was fine with him. Unfortunately, his brother didn’t.
He picked up where his father left off, handing out swift kicks and
punches like the pro he’d been taught to be. In all his years he
couldn’t ever remember his father laying a hand on his brother; no, he’d
saved it all for him.
It was okay, it would be okay. A few more
years and he’d be out of that hellish life and he’d have Dorothy Turner
at his side. Beautiful, kind Dorothy who would make up for all he’d
suffered in his life.
He saw her face before him as he ran. It
was like he was running to catch up with her, but he couldn’t. Clark
Griffin always kept her away from him and no matter how much faster he
ran, Clark was always a step ahead. Him and that little brother of his;
one or both of them were almost always around her, keeping her from
being with him. But in the future it wouldn’t matter.
She would be his.
stepped out of the shower and into Josef’s arms as he got ready to step
in. “Hey, where are you going?” he murmured against her fragrant and
“Sorry, I’m getting all pruney. Why don’t you be
quick?” she whispered against his neck and nipped it lightly with her
teeth, a move that always went straight to his groin. His immediate
erection throbbed against her belly and she captured it for a moment
with warm fingers and was rewarded with a low growl from him. “On
second thought, maybe your shower can wait?”
He laughed and swept
her up in his arms amid her protestation about being dripping wet.
“You’re going to be even wetter soon, Sweetness.”
“I think I already am.”
As he laid her down gently he dipped his head to taste the liquid and warm sweetness of her. “You are, love. Sweet, sweet…”
The intimate kiss went on and on until Lani was writhing against the satin duvet cover. “Josef, love, I need you. Please…”
need and desire in her voice brought him up to her and he captured her
lips in a breathless kiss. He settled between her legs that spread
willingly for him and she sighed as she felt him sink deep into her
willing body that ached for him. He sucked in a deep breath and
released it just as quickly as he felt her body sheath itself around
his, her muscles contracting with desire.
His body moved with
hers, eliciting a primitive response that was profoundly intense as her
body tightly gripped him within her. He drove into her, lovingly and
tenderly stroking her towards her climax as their mouths melted
together, searching and exploring all the hidden recesses of her warm
mouth. She felt so alive and arched her back, urging him on as she felt
his need and passion.
He felt her body begin its contractions
and she turned her neck, the invitation of her need for the bite, but he
couldn’t do it. He bit his shoulder instead as he felt her explode
around him, pulling them both into the pleasure release they both
She didn’t say anything about the bite and Josef was
thankful for that. Biting himself was a tiny price to pay for the
wonder of that tiny being that was growing within her body. He could
wait for that bite forever if need be. And Lani as well.
He only hoped that he didn’t have to.
To be continued…