Runs in the Blood, Chapter Forty-two

Chapter Forty-two

She hadn't felt so toasty warm in a long time. Tucked tightly under the blankets, her naked body pressed against the furnace-like heat that was Anton, she rubbed her cheek against his chest and smiled.
"I was beginning to wonder when you'd wake up," he murmured softly, his hand cupping her neck.
"Mmm. I still don't want to." She burrowed closer, wrapping her arms tighter around his torso. "What time is it?"
He sighed. "Time for me to get up and talk to Nate and Lindy before they leave." When she glanced up at him with a confused expression, he said, "I think they could probably use an apology for last night."
She nodded once. "But then you'd have to get out of bed," she whined, "and I don't want you to."
She kissed his left nipple, eyeing him suggestively.
He gave a deep sigh, closing his eyes. "Bryn, we need to talk to them..." He squirmed as she continued to kiss and nip at his chest. "Bryn, Lindy's probably really upset..." He groaned when her hand slid around his hips and her nails scratched over his ass. "Okay. They can wait a few minutes."
She grinned to herself, scooting down a bit on the fitted sheet. He smelled so delicious, like hot sweaty sex, and she breathed in deeply as she nibbled her way to his stomach. Holding his gaze, she gave him a naughty wink as she swirled her tongue around his navel. Her seductive teasing was hampered slightly when the bandage on her head came loose with the weight of the blankets, and she winced a bit as she remembered the scar on her head. Pushing the dry bandages back in place, she scooted further under the blankets, burying herself completely, leaving him with only the sight of mounded blankets and the sensation of her hot mouth kissing the head of his cock.
He arched his hips forward, moaning as she teasingly withdrew. He shivered as she drew her nails up his thighs. "Bryn," he whispered as she stroked firm circles on the sensitive skin behind his balls. He slid a hand under the blankets, finding her by touch, guiding her mouth back to his cock.
She pressed closed-mouth kisses up the length of him, then back down the opposite side, still teasing as she settled against his legs. She nuzzled him with her nose, tracing over his scrotum lightly with her fingers, then surprised him by pulling nearly his entire cock into her mouth. She gagged slightly as he hit her throat, but managed to control herself as she massaged the underside of his cock with her tongue. Not yet sucking or pulling on him. Nothing but soft worshipping touches as she enjoyed the taste of him on her tongue.
He arched his head back, mouth dropping open. "Bryn...please," he whispered, not certain if she could hear him under the blanket. Unable to touch her with his hands, he slid a leg over hers, stroking the back of her calf. "I love you so much, Bryn."
She didn't acknowledge him other than pulling back slightly and moving her mouth up and down the length of him. She moved slowly, deliberately, allowing him to slip out of her mouth completely before sucking him back inside. She tightened her mouth around him, holding him tightly as she descended and then sucking as she slid back towards the head. She pushed the blankets back a bit, needing to breathe in cooler air, allowing him to see her mouth as she spoiled his hard cock.
He couldn't help but thrust into her mouth. The tingling at the base of his spine was growing. Unable to look away, he watched her swallow him over and over again. And when her finger brushed against his anus, he started to lose control "Bryn!"
She swallowed carefully, leaving the last bit of his semen to linger on her tongue, savoring the flavor of him, not quite willing to release him just yet. She met his gaze as she swallowed one last time, letting him slip out of her mouth, bathing his softening cock with her tongue. She pressed light kisses to his glans and his testicles, before crawling up his body and thoroughly kissing his mouth.
He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her tight against his body. He ran his hands over her back, relishing the feel of her smooth skin. He sucked on her tongue and then pushed his into her mouth. Rolling onto his back, he pulled her with him, hands now sliding to caress her breasts.
She settled against him with her knees bent beneath her, keeping her lower body slightly elevated to protect her stomach. Yet she pressed her breasts fully against his hands, carding her fingers through his hair and sucking his tongue.
As good as it felt, she still had his earlier protest stuck in her head. Pulling away from his mouth, panting slightly, she stared down at him with dilated eyes. "I thought we had to get up?"
His hands wandered down to her hips. "Do you really want to get up now?" he whispered and then nipped at her lower lip.
"Nooo," she moaned as he urged her forward.
"Then at least sit up. No," he said as she began to climb off of him. "Keep straddling me, my dear." Helping to support her weight, he slid down further in the bed, a wicked grin on his face. He spread open her sex with his thumbs, letting out a pleased rumble at the sight of her so wet. Lifting his head, he circled the tip of his tongue around her clit.
She let out a chirp like a small bird, biting her lip and gripping the headboard for support. More than eager to help, she grabbed one of the pillows and rotated it length-wise, pushing one end under his head and giving a shaky sigh when he smiled at her. Now slightly elevated, he pushed her legs further apart until she was directly in front of his mouth. And she let out another squeak as his hands splayed over her ass and he dipped his tongue into the moisture coating her sex.
He kept his touches light, lapping delicately at her warm, wet flesh. He was surrounded by her heady smell, and he watched her writhe above him through slitted eyes. Holding her hips firmly, he brushed his tongue across her clit, delighting in the squeal she let out. He repeated the motion, fighting to keep her hips from twisting, before he stabbed his tongue deep inside her.
She shuddered heavily above him, dropping one hand to brace her on the bed, settling more firmly onto his mouth. Her first instinct was to tighten down hard around his tongue, but she fought herself mentally to keep her body relaxed, allowing the sensations to wash over her, letting out appreciative moans every now and then. She tangled her fingers in his hair, caressing his scalp, rubbing her thumb lightly against his forehead.
He purred, making her squirm. He loved the taste of her, how she moved against him, the noises she made as he teased her. He kept the strokes of his tongue slow and even and deep. Anton slid one hand down to her crotch to rub his thumb lightly against her clit.
She let out an eager moan, the pressure on her clit getting her wetter. If she didn't fear smothering him, she would've sat down completely, grinding herself against him. Instead she slid her hand under his, using her fingers to open herself more, giving him better access...making herself feel like complete tramp.
"God, Anton...this feels so good...but I want your cock inside me."
Anton moaned. He gave her one last lingering lick before lifting her off of him. Pushing himself up to the head of the bed, he helped her resettle on his crotch. He let out a hiss as she sank down on his cock. He held her hips tight against him, not willing to let her start moving quite yet.
She whimpered, grinding herself on him, convulsively squeezing him inside of her. It felt so damned good to have him stretching her, clutching her hips tightly. She pressed her forehead against his clavicle, rocking slightly back and forth to shift the pressure on her clit. She couldn't wait until her stomach was back to a somewhat normal size, when she could lie on her back and wrap herself around him, to feel him pounding her against the mattress, and pull him firmly on top of her once their lust was temporarily sated.
Lifting her head, she pressed her lips against his ear and lowered her hand to where they were joined. She rubbed her thumb in small circles against the base of his cock.
"You know this is mine, don't you?"
"Yours," he moaned. "All yours and only yours." He began to thrust up into her. His hand slipped to where they were joined. "Mine?" he said with the lightest brush of his finger against her clit.
"Yes!" she cried out, quivering as she tried to counteract his thrusts. "God, yes. Always yours."
She slid her hand over his, squeezing his palm as she encouraged him to keep touching her. Her movements on top of him were becoming jerky, frantic with the need for release. She forgotten to worry about her appearance, or the couple in the next room, or where Petunia was hiding, or anything else but pulling them both hard into climax.
He pressed his hand hard against her, pushing as far into her as he could. Pulling her down with his other hand, he made sure he was hitting all her sweet spots. And as he felt her begin to spasm around his cock, he let out a hoarse cry, rubbing against her even harder. "My God, Bryn!"
"Anton!" she gasped.
Her fingernails bit into his skin as she squeezed him tightly inside of her, quivering violently as her orgasm shook her and she felt him jetting inside of her. Little tremors continued to dance through her as she settled down against his chest, breathing heavily. Her eyelids already drooping, she closed them completely and let her breathing slow, nearing the point where she could easily fall back sleep.
He gave her a lazy smile and gently stroked across her shoulders. He felt he could easily fall asleep also, but there were sounds coming from the next apartment over. Unlike last night, these sounds were of people starting their daily routine, reminding him that he needed to speak to Nathaniel and Lindy. "Bryn? Do you want to get up or go back to sleep?"
She frowned, rubbing her nose against him. Yawning, she mumbled, "Why don't you just call them on the cell phone?"
"Bryn..."
"I know," she whined. Looking sour-faced at the thought of getting out of bed, she yanked back the covers and scooted towards the edge. She tore the bandage the rest of the way off, knowing it wasn't even attached. Lifting her hand to her head, she lightly traced her fingers across the surface. "My head feels like a cactus. I probably look like one, too. Just dye me green and sit me in the window."
Anton gave a quiet chuckle. He scooted over to the side where she was and sat up, pulling her against him for a minute. "You look beautiful, my dear. Besides," her murmured in her ear. "Green isn't your color. You look so much better in red."
"Is that the vampire in you talking?" she asked, suspicious.
He shook his head and smiled. "No, I was thinking of that dress you wore in Baltimore."
She gave him a sly smile. "I wasn't aware you'd even noticed, considering that it ended up on the floor so fast."
"Precisely my point."
She grinned at him, leaning forward to kiss his lips. After a moment, she pushed away and stood up. "Get your butt out of bed before I decide that we're both staying here all night long."
She hurried into the bathroom, leaving him to get dressed.
After a self-indulgent stretch, he stood and walked over to the dresser. He pulled out and put on some boxers, jeans and an old denim shirt. Taking a deep breath, he headed over to the bathroom door and knocked on it. "Bryn? I'm going to go check on our guests."
"Okay, sugar."
Quietly he walked out through the living area and into the hallway. He stepped over to the next door and knocked on it.
Looking like he'd just gotten out of bed himself, his hair wild and standing on end, Nate opened the door a crack and leaned against the jamb. "Yeah?"
Anton tried to keep his eyes level. "You could've put some pants on."
Glancing down at his briefs, Nate shrugged. "What do you want?"
"I wanted to talk to you about last night."
His step-brother's face immediately darkened. "Wait here...I'll put some pants on."
Anton crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall as Nathaniel shut the door. It was only a minute before Nathaniel, now wearing pants, opened the door and stepped out. He quietly shut the door behind him. "So."
"So." Anton took a deep breath. "I'm sorry about what happened last night. I obviously wasn't thinking."
"Obviously," Nate muttered. "While you were getting your rocks off, I spent about thirty minutes comforting my distraught wife. If it were just me, it wouldn't matter so much. But you know about Lindy's past and you did it anyway. It's her you should be apologizing to, not me."
Anton nodded, shamefaced. "You're right. Is she awake?"
"No, and I'm not going to wake her. She was really rattled by finding the door open, Anton, and she finally fell asleep just a bit before sunset. What possessed you to do that anyway?"
He felt a bit of a flush creep up his cheeks. "Bryn asked me."
Just stepping out into the hallway, Bryn turned several shades of red at the topic of conversation and quickly turned around to head back into the bedroom. Before she could disappear through the doorway, she heard Nate's voice say, "You asked him to do that?"
She winced, cringing as she turned around to face them. "Well, sort of...yes." She fidgeted, staring at the floor. "It was stupid, I admit, but I was only half awake."
"I don't care what your excuse is," he said, his anger blatant in his tone of voice. "Next time think before you open your big mouth, Bryn."
"Now wait a damn moment, Nathaniel!" Protective instincts awakened, Anton stepped between him and Bryn. "All she did was ask. I was the one without the good sense to say no, and I was the one who did it. So leave my wife out of it!" His fangs had sharpened slightly and his eyes were a bit brighter than normal, but he made no other threats.
Bryn placed her hand on his arm. "It's okay, Anton. He's right. It was a mistake, and I'm sorry, Nate." She glanced at the closed door. "Look, why don't we go in the kitchen so we don't wake her up? I'll make some coffee."
Anton nodded at Bryn and then looked back at his step-brother. "Well?"
Nathaniel shook his head. "Thanks anyway. I think we're going to get going as soon as she wakes up. The foreman wants us to take a look at the houses. They're finishing up this week."
Bryn was about to suggest that they all go, but thought better of it. It didn't look much like he wanted company. She just hoped this wasn't the beginning of a bigger, longer fight between them.
"We'll leave you to get dressed then," she said, quietly, looking a bit saddened, before heading towards the kitchen. "Anton, what do you want for breakfast?"
He didn't answer her right away. "Tell Lindy I'm sorry," he said before following Bryn. He found her by the sink, gripping the edge and staring into it. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.
She sighed, then turned around to face him, pressing her cheek against his chest and holding him tightly. "He's right, you know. I do have a big mouth. Perfect for sticking a foot into." She glanced up at him, mournfully. "Sometimes I wish there was some place we could go to escape from everybody. I think we need a beach house, Anton. Then when I make an idiot of myself, I can just go outside and bury my head in the sand like a big ostrich."
"Nathaniel had no right to say that to you." He rubbed the base of her neck. "But we can get that beach house, or at least a really big sandbox." He waited for Bryn's laughter to die down a bit. "I should have known better, though. Especially knowing Lindy's past. I think we should wait until later tonight and try talking to them again."
She nodded. "Maybe we could take them out to dinner? I kind of owe Lindy a meal anyway, since I messed up the other with a car accident." She smiled up at him. "Besides, maybe we could stop somewhere and get me a nice wig along the way. As much as I like Cerise's hair, I don't think I could pull off being a blond every day."
"Sounds good. But I think they need a little time to calm down first, and we'll start looking for that wig. You being a blond is fun every now and then, but I do prefer you brunette." He continued to rub circles at the base of her neck. "We'll let them go take care of the houses, and then give them a call and see if we can apologize to Lindy in person."
"Okay." She turned her gaze to see Petunia wander out of the bedroom. "Why don't you go take her for a walk while I get breakfast started? Then we can leave in about 45 minutes?"
He nodded, kissing her forehead before heading over to grab the dog's leash. "I'll be back in a few."

After seeing to their puppy, and eating a quick breakfast, Bryn and Anton left the warehouse. He didn't make any comments when Bryn said that Nathaniel and Lindy had left without a word while he had been walking Petunia. He worried that this would end his friendship with Lindy, and that this would lead to a new uncomfortable period between him and Nathaniel after trying to build a new start.
Although she hated the idea of a rift between them, Bryn was secretly glad Nathaniel and Lindy had left her alone with Anton for today. It was embarrassing enough to remove her scarf in front of the saleswoman, a total stranger who dealt with this sort of thing every day...if she had to reveal her bald, scarred head to her friends she thought she might just cry like a baby. As it was she cringed when she looked in the mirror. The wigs she tried on were all high-quality, but they looked exceedingly fake on her head. And they itched like crazy. The saleswoman said the best way to prevent that was to get a wig that fit snugly, one that wouldn't shift when she moved her head. So instead of itching, she thought with annoyance, she'd feel like her scalp was being squished.
She pushed the short brown wig into place, frowning at herself in the mirror before turning to Anton. "Well?"
"It looks good, Bryn. It's just a bit of a shock to see you with short hair." He had thought they would find a wig that was exactly like her long hairstyle. "But it does look lovely." He could tell that she was uncomfortable with the whole process, and not finding anything she liked that fit comfortably was not helping as well.
She dropped her gaze and tugged the wig off of her head, handing it back to the saleswoman. "I don't like any of them. I always thought wearing wigs would be fun, like changing personalities. But it's not so fun when you have to wear them."
The saleswoman started talking about regaining self-esteem and getting used to the new look, but Bryn was barely listening.
"I think I'd like to try some longer styles, maybe with some curls?"
The woman nodded, excusing herself from the room, leaving Bryn to stare at her shoes. Although she hadn't had time to paint her toenails or even shave her legs, the strappy sandals looked cute. It was a shame she couldn't slip into a new hairstyle just as easily.
"Anton, you'd tell me the truth if you thought I looked stupid in these wigs, right?"
"Of course, my dear. It just takes a little getting used to seeing you with different hairstyles." He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed tight. "Would you like to try a different shop? Maybe come back later?"
She shook her head. "I just want to get it over with."
She spent several more minutes trying on wigs after the saleswoman returned. No matter how many hairstyles, colors, or fits, she kept coming back to the same wig. A short black China doll bob that just brushed her chin. It was the only time she actually smiled at her reflection.
"What do you think of this one?" she asked him.
"It's beautiful." Anton leaned down so he could watch her in the mirror over her shoulder. He was glad to see her smiling for the first time since they had left home. "Besides, with the short hair, it makes it a lot easier for me to do this." He quickly ducked his face near Bryn's neck and planted a quick kiss.
She squeaked at the ticklish sensation, dodging far too slowly. Reaching behind her to grab hold of his thighs and tug him closer, she noticed the saleswoman staring at Anton in the reflection. She couldn't help but smile at that. She knew he was definitely worth staring at.
She returned her gaze to her own reflection, tilting her head this way and that. "I think this is the one. Makes me feel sassy...well, at least from the chest up," she said, her hand on her stomach.
"Then why don't you get it?" Anton continued to watch her face in the mirror. "It looks good on you, and if you see another you like as well, we can get it as well."
He bit back a laugh as he watched Bryn make various faces, tilting her head this way and that studying her reflection. Finally, she grinned widely. "I think I will."

Nate shifted the car into neutral and set the parking break, shutting off the engine. He glanced over at Lindy. She'd fallen asleep on the trip south. After such an emotional night, they were both dead tired. He yawned quietly, wondering if he should wake her up or not. One thing was for certain--she was driving home.
He leaned over and lightly shook her shoulder. "Wake up, gorgeous. We're here."
Lindy made a face and a closed her eyes tighter. "C'mon, Nate. I just want to sleep."
"Sorry, babe. But we're at our new home."
Lindy sat up. "Don't tell me I slept the whole way down," she said, rubbing her eyes.
"Pretty much." He shifted slightly in his seat, facing her with his back against the door. "I think we need to talk some more about what happened last night, Lind. I know it had nothing to do with Anton and Bryn, because they've both seen just about everything you have to hide already. So exactly what was it that bothered you? And no, I'm not just going to forget it, so don't even try to talk your way out of this."
Lindy made a face. "You sure I can't talk my way out of it."
"No such luck, Lind." He reached out and took one of her hands. "So start talking."
Lindy sighed deeply. "I guess part of what freaked me is that..." She made a face. "It sounds silly."
Nate squeezed her hand. "Go on."
She took another deep breath. "If I had known about it ahead of time, I would have been okay with it."
"So you don't like not having a choice?" When she nodded, he said, "Well, that makes sense. You've never liked being controlled, and I can't say I blame you. But I'm also pretty sure that's not all of it."
"What do you mean?"
"Lind...you acted as if you have something to hide. Something to be ashamed of. And that's the last thing I want you to feel or think...in or out of our bed. It's easy to tell someone else that you want a little courtesy and the ability to say no. But it's a hell of a lot harder to talk yourself into thinking it's okay to be a sexual creature."
Lindy bit her lip and looked away. He was right. As much as she enjoyed making love to her husband, she had problems reconciling that part of her psyche in her mind. Some corner of her soul was still waiting to be told that she was bad for enjoying it. That it was her fault she had been assaulted. She turned back to Nathaniel, eyes glittering with unshed tears. "So how do I do that?"
He shook his head. "I don't know, baby. If I could give you a magical overnight cure, I would. Maybe it just takes some time. We've only been married a few months. That's not a whole lot of time to get used to it. Other than that night in Baltimore, you hadn't even made love before, Lind. I think you just need to get used to the idea that no one is going to hurt you ever again. And what happened to you before was his fault. You were a little girl. Kids do what grown-ups tell them to, not the other way around. You never did anything wrong."
She leaned back and chewed the inside of her lip more. "You know, Mom's told me that ever since she first found out. So has Alex and Walter. For the last fifteen years, I've been told it's not my fault. "So why can't I believe it?"
"Because your logical adult mind can't reconcile it." At her confused look, he let out a sigh. Trying to figure out exactly what he wanted to say. "When you remember bad trauma in your life, and this is true for everyone, you get that scared feeling of being a little kid again. So the logical part of you starts to kick in and takes over, replacing the child in you with a capable adult. Only, this adult has learned far more than the child ever had a chance to. You know that children aren't supposed to engage in sexual acts and that they should tell another adult if someone is abusing them. That's what you've learned. But a child doesn't know that. All they know is that they're alone, scared, and they'll do just about anything to keep from getting hurt, to keep the adults from getting angry, and to stay alive.
"Think about it, Lind. Your survival instincts were fully engaged when you were with him. All you wanted to do was keep him happy, keep yourself safe, and live to see one more day. If that means playing the game, so be it. And I'm damned proud of you for doing whatever you had to do...so you could be here with me, right now."
She leaned against him, putting her head on his shoulder. "So why can't I feel proud of it?"
"You told me you killed him, Lind. And werewolf or vampire, it's difficult to kill for the first time. I don't know how you managed to do it at eight years old. And I think what's going on is that the eight year old in you is still feeling the pain and guilt, that she had to go through something that no one, adult or child, should go through." He brushed back her hair when she bowed her head. "You've got to tell that child that she doesn't have to carry that burden any more, that it wasn't her fault. You're not going to have any peace until you do."
He held her quietly for a while, gently stroking her back. He could feel the tension slowly seeping out of her, but he still didn't like how rigid her shoulders felt. "This might not sound like a good idea to you, but I think you should start seeing a counselor, Lind. You don't have to tell them everything. It's just nice to have someone to talk to that can be objective and knows how to handle any problems that might come up."
She took another deep breath, stretching a bit. "You're right, but I bet they'll just love it when I tell them I'm a werewolf. They'll get the rubber room ready for me in under five minutes."
Nate laughed a bit. "Lind, you don't have to tell them *everything.*"
She twisted back around to look at him. "You sound like you've done some counseling yourself."
Nate shrugged. "Yeah, back in the 1900s in Vienna."
Lindy raised her eyebrows. "1900s Vienna? Nate, please don't tell me that Sigmund Freud based the Oedipus complex off of you."
Nate frowned, drawing his hands back and crossing his arms. "I don't think I'm even going to dignify that with an answer." He sat with his nose up in the air, refusing to look at her. "Besides, I highly doubt my obsession with Natasha had anything to do with yearning for my mother."
Lindy sagged a bit. [I should have known better than to say something like that.] "I'm sorry, Nate," she murmured.
He shook his head, reaching over to rub the back of her neck. "Lighten up, Lind. I was just teasing you." He didn't mention that the comment did sting a bit. Maybe a part of him was still yearning for his mother. "Anyway, you remember my friend I mentioned--the one who's a witch? She's had some counseling training. She doesn't live here, but we could always take a flight up to see her if you felt comfortable enough to do that."
Lindy didn't say anything for a moment. She had carried this so long without sharing, she wasn't sure she wanted to bare her soul to a complete stranger. But then, since she hadn't felt comfortable enough to talk to her family about it, maybe it would be easier to talk to someone she didn't know. "I'm willing to give it a try, Nate."
He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed it. "You don't have to do it right away. I'll go with you, whenever you're ready. We can either drive or fly up to Oregon. I'm sure Zen would appreciate the company."
"Well, you said you wanted to have the houses blessed. She'll have to come down to do that. Maybe we could talk to her about it then." She leaned a little closer. "I'm not sure how easy it's going to be for me, so you've got to promise that you won't let me chicken out."
"I won't." He pulled his keys out of the ignition and jingled them at her. "Ready to go check out the house?"
She nodded, slowly opening her door and climbing out. It felt a little strange to have the conversation ended so abruptly, but she had been rather uncomfortable. Maybe he'd picked up on that.
He took her hand as they walked towards the house. Other than she roofing materials that needed to be cleared away, the houses looked almost done. The yard was a wreck from all of the trucks constantly moving in and out, but that too would improve in the coming weeks. It was amazing to see the contrast in the styles of the houses, even though they'd all been built by the same company. If they had divided the large yards with fences, one never would've known they'd been part of the same development.
Their own home was in somewhat of a C-shape. Two two-car garages on either side of the home, for their amassed collection of cars. She still had to shake her head at that. In the middle, the cobblestone driveway led into a smaller walkway up the large porch. There was a balcony over the main door, a nice patio for the upstairs guest room.
Several large windows faced the front of the house�a seeming nightmare for vampires. Luckily, they'd found a company that installed heavy, retractable window shades rigged to work from a control panel in the center of the house...they could be set to open or close whenever the homeowner liked. The same system had been included on all of the houses, for their safety and convenience.
Holding her hand, Nate pulled her up the stairs and unlocked the front door. He opened it with a flourish and a bow. "After you, m'lady."
Lindy gave him her first smile of the night. They walked through the main entryway straight back into what would be their living room. Avoiding the piles of tile and rolls of carpet that had yet to be laid, she looked at the built in bookcases that had yet to be stained. She tilted her head, trying to remember. "We're we putting the entrance to the tunnel behind these?"
"No, that was in Mom's house. Ours is in the wine cellar."
She nodded. She was trying to think of what furniture would be put in what room, trying not to think of what they had discussed earlier.
"They should be finishing up with the flooring in here and in the foyer tomorrow," Nate said, before walking towards the kitchen. The floors here were finished, and the cabinets were in place. "I think the majority of it is done. We just need to get the furniture we have moved in...and possibly consult a interior decorator." He stopped to look at her, noticing that she was barely listening. It bothered him that she couldn't seem to take her mind off of what had happened earlier. "Do you want to take a look upstairs? Or...maybe in the bedroom?"
"Okay." She let Nate take her hand and guide her back to the master bedroom. The carpet had been laid in this room, as well as the closet doors hung. The bathroom was finished as well. "You know, I think the bathroom and bedroom combined are larger than my old place was."
Nate chuckled. "I think you're right." He walked towards the long bathroom. It was set up something like a wide hallway, with the bathtub in the center, his and hers vanities on either side. At one end stood the shower, and at the other was the deep walk-in closet. "I wouldn't be surprised if your old place was smaller than the bathroom alone." Before she could say it, he added, "But it had a great view." She smiled. "Yes, it did." He glanced in the mirror, running his hand over the smooth surface of the countertop. "I don't know, Lind...I think we'd better try the place on for size before we move in. Want to give it a spin?"
"What did you have in mind?"
Nate turned around and leaned against the counter. He motioned her over with his hand. "Come here, gorgeous."
Lindy walked over to stand in front of Nate. She smiled at him a bit shyly, still slightly upset. But when he took her face in his hands and kissed her, she quickly relaxed.
He pulled her between his legs, tucking her close, kissing her softly. He already smelled faintly of sex, not having showered that morning. A light tang of sweat lingered on his skin. And although he wasn't wearing any cologne, his scent entranced her all the same. The taste of curiously strong mints on his tongue, from the little tin he kept in the car. His entire aura was so *Nate* that she could've rolled around in it like a dog. She gripped him tightly, her fingers blissfully tangling in the soft flannel of his coat, and kissed him back with everything she had.
He ran his fingers through her hair, gently grooming her. He nipped at her lips, cradling her head. She couldn't help but whimper a little as his lips began tracing across her cheek. And she melted against him as he traced his tongue along the outside curve of her ear.
It was amazing how just the tip of his tongue, barely half an inch of flesh touching hers, could drive her so crazy. He slid the wet muscle over her earlobe, before retracing his route. Up and over the outer shell of her ear, then dipping inside, following the swirl of cartilage until he reached her ear canal...where he slowly began pushing his tongue in and out, making her squirm, mimicking the motions he would later create with his hard cock inside of her.
She whimpered as one of hands left her head to slide down to her left breast. The thin sweater she wore did nothing to hide her erect nipples. His fingers gently traced her breast in narrowing circles, making her tighten even further. He cupped her breast, lazily brushing his thumb over the hard peak as he never let up with his tongue's maddeningly slow pace.
She couldn't help but pull herself tighter against him, grinding herself against his crotch. She could easily feel how hard he was, even through two layers of cotton and denim. She wanted to tease him, to make him writhe as powerfully as he was making her squirm. But she could barely manage to think with his tongue fucking her ear. Instead, she slipped her hand down to cover his crotch, adding more heat and a bit of pressure to the already strained fabric. He groaned into her ear, pushing back just as hard with his pelvis, pinching her nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
Lindy moaned, now running her fingers firmly up and down his fly. She couldn't help but squirm even more when Nate let out a heartfelt cry of his own. Ever so slowly, she unbuttoned his fly. And she smiled when she slipped her hand inside and squeezed his hard cock.
He pulled away from her ear, closing his eyes and concentrating on the touch of her fingers. His hand continued to tease her nipple and he lifted his other hand to mirror the first. His breathing was coming heavy and fast now, and she could see his jaw clench and release as he struggled to control his impulses.
"Not too much, baby..." He licked his lips, leaving them shiny and red. "I want this to go nice and slow."
She stopped moving her hand over his cock. Instead she cupped him, her fingers moving in small, light circles on his balls. That resulted in her nipples being rolled firmly under his thumbs. "H...how long do you want this to last?"
"All eternity, gorgeous." Her eyes widened at his words, and at the fact that he knelt slightly. He worried at the top button of her sweater with his mouth, until he was able to undo it. She wriggled against him, losing her breath as he kissed the top of her cleavage and inhaled deeply.
She swallowed heavily as he dipped his tongue between her breasts, licking a slow trail upwards as he tightly gripped her hips. He nibbled at the inner curves of her breasts, making her nipples impossibly tighter. She moaned softly, edging closer to him, feeling his hands slide over her ass until his fingers were lingering between her legs.
She couldn't help but rock back and forth against him as he continued to nip at her breasts. She started to whimper as he slid down to bite at her nipples through her clothing. Lindy trembled against him, eyes tightly closed.
He slowly lifted upright, grabbing her waist. He lifted her up, pivoting to seat her on the countertop. She clung to him tightly, unwilling to let go even as he moved his hands to the buttons of her sweater. She let out a tremulous sigh as his knuckles brushed deliberately against her nipples.
"We're definitely going to have to use that camera," he said, huskily. "I shouldn't be the only one of us who can see how sexy you are."
Lindy's hands went to his shoulders before sliding down to push off his flannel coat. As he finished unbuttoning her sweater, she wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer. She leaned over and kissed him as Nate pulled the sweater down her arms.
He tangled his fingers in her hair, holding her close, moaning into her mouth. His breath was coming fast and erratic against her face, his body leaning heavily against hers. She could feel the bulge in his jeans straining against her stomach and reached down to tug them down, meaning only to relieve his discomfort. But she wasn't expecting the sudden swoop of his hand, yanking hers away.
"Not yet, baby. It's your turn first."
He placed her hands on the edge of the counter, and rocked her back until her back was against the mirror. Nate smiled and ran his hands along the inside of her thighs, nudging her to spread her legs a little wider. His hands followed the seams, veering off when he came near where they joined.
He leisurely nipped his way up her torso, then tugged open the front catch of her bra. His eyes dilated as the cups of her bra fell away, leaving her flushed, heaving breasts naked in his sight. Using just the very lightest of touch, on the tips of his fingers, he traced the outside curves of her breasts, back and forth, over and over, until she was shifting against him, trying to get his hands where she wanted them. Instead of giving her what she wanted, he lowered his mouth to her instead, making her thrust her chest forward as he lightly kissed first one and then the other nipple
He pulled back when she pressed her chest further forward. He lightly touched the tip of his tongue to each nipple before licking the inside curve. Lindy squirmed, breath catching as he gently nipped at her, his hands slowly lowering her zipper. "Lift up, gorgeous." He peeled her jeans off of her, eyes widening further at the sight of her soaked panties.
Lindy bit her lip, shivering a bit. The events of the last twenty four hours had left her soul feeling raw, and her confidence a little shaken.
"So pretty," he whispered, his fingers teasing the leg bands of her panties. "I wish you could feel what it does to me when I see how ready you are for me. How hot and wet. I'm torn between hugging you tight and burying myself so deeply inside you I'll never find my way out."
He leaned closer and kissed her temple, letting his lips linger as he dipped his fingers under the elastic and shuddered at liquid heat he encountered.
She thrust her hips upwards into his touch. Her head tilted back and to one side, a position of submission and trust. Nate's lips traveled down her face to kiss the underside of her jaw. He found a pulse point and caressed it with his tongue, just barely brushing his fingers back and forth between her legs.
He inhaled deeply, his lips grazing her skin, and she was very conscious that it would only take a second for him to open his mouth and sink his fangs into her. He could no doubt smell the blood pounding through her veins. But as lightly nipped at her, he showed amazing self-control by plunging his fingers into her instead. She surged against him, crying out, swiveling her hips against his hand.
"Do you have any idea how badly I want to bite you right now?" he murmured. "If I had a silver knife with me, I'd be a very dangerous man. Because I want nothing more than make you mine. Flesh and blood."
Lindy shivered at his words. "I can't wait until you Transform me. But I'm already yours, Nate. Flesh and blood, heart and soul."
He let out a pleased rumble, slowly moving his fingers in and out of her. He paused between each movement, taking his time, as if it didn't matter he was harder than stone.
She spread her legs a little wider, bracing her feet against his knees. She whimpered as he bent to kiss her mouth, first just pecking at her, then sucking on her lips, and finally pushing his tongue inside to dance around hers. She kissed him back wantonly, caressing him the only way he would allow. Shuddering at each pull and push of his hand between her legs.
His other hand slowly began stroking her breast, thumb circling her nipple. His movements were deliberately slow and teasing. Lindy writhed under is attentions, not sure how much more of this she could take. When their kiss finally broke, she stared into his flushed face. "Nate, please," she whispered.
He bent over to kiss her ear. "Please what, Lind?"
She found it hard to concentrate on speaking with his fingers still moving relentlessly. "I need more, Nate."
He lightly nipped her ear, making her squirm harder. "Tell me what you need."
She took a deep breath. "I need...your tongue..." She couldn't finish the sentence and hoped he understood what she wanted.
His lips curved in a wicked little grin, almost conspiratorial. "You need my tongue where, baby? To do what? I want to hear you say it. I want to hear you shock yourself."
She took a deep breath and forced her eyes open to look at him. Her voice was low and breathy with desire. "I need... your tongue...between my legs...on my clit...inside me..."
His voice was heavy and deep, trembling slightly. Leaning closer, he let his hot breath caress her ear. "Inside where, Lind? Say it. I want to hear those dirty words come of out of your mouth. Don't be polite, baby. Just say it."
Swallowing and blushing, she forced the words out before she lost her nerve. "I want your tongue in my cunt."
His wicked grin grew even wider as he looked down at her, pulling his fingers out of her. He reached up and spread her moisture over her breasts, still holding her gaze as he bent to lap her flesh clean. "It will definitely be my pleasure."
He sucked her nipple into his mouth, sucking it sharply before releasing it with a loud pop. She whimpered, writhing ineffectively beneath him, finally letting out a sigh of relief as she felt his hands begin tugging her panties down. He gave her opposite nipple the same treatment, delighting in her soft cries, before shifting his gaze to her wet sex.
"So fucking beautiful, baby."
She could still feel herself turning five shades of red. She was breathing heavily, her parted legs trembling. She couldn't tear her eyes away as Nate crouched until his head was even with her sex. Shivering when he licked his lips, she let out a soft yelp as his tongue traced over her labia.
He spread her legs further, lapping at the moisture on her thighs. His nose teased her pubic hair as he leaned in closer and inhaled deeply. If she had any leverage at all, she would've thrust herself against his face just then. But seeing as she couldn't, she was left to shift her hips on the countertop, wriggling with his movements as he traced his tongue all around, but neatly avoiding, her clit.
His hands went to her waist to stop even those small movements. Held firmly, she couldn't help but whimper louder as he continued to lap everywhere but where she wanted him. Breathing heavily as he gently tugged on her pubic hair, she leaned back against the mirror and groaned.
"You're trying to kill me, Nate."
He flashed her a smug grin that annoyed the hell out of her. He spread her open with his thumbs, gazing at her, purring as he lowered his mouth to the contracting opening of her sex. He pushed his tongue deep inside of her, lapping up juices. Lindy tossed her head against the mirror, sagging against his grip, her clit throbbing for his touch. She nearly flew off the counter when he licked a long stripe up and over her swollen clit.
Nate chuckled against her, the vibrations making her squirm even more. Much to her combined pleasure and frustration, he repeated that pattern for several minutes. She arched every time he licked her clit, her hands tightening her grip on the marble counter until her knuckles were bone white.
"What do you need, baby?" he whispered, his lips grazing her labia. He slowly pushed a long, thick finger inside of her, hooking it to reach towards her g-spot. He rubbed lightly, just teasing her with feathery touches. "Is this what you want?" he said, his humor audible as he leaned closer and sucked her clit between his lips.
"God! Yes!" She pushed her hips against his fingers, twisting her head back and forth, moaning. She felt Nate chuckle again, and the vibrations set off her orgasm. "Nathaniel!" she screamed.
He sucked firmly on her, tickling with his tongue, and pressed hard on her g-spot, milking her orgasm out for nearly a minute. She contracted continuously around his finger, her moisture coating his flesh and making him incredibly hard. And she settled back to the counter, her body continued to quiver as the last of her spasms ceased. He sucked his fingers clean, then lapped gently at her, soothing her, stroking her thighs with his palms.
Eventually she opened her eyes and reached for his hand. He helped her pull upright, and then tugged her close to kiss her. He kissed her deeply, tangling his fingers in her hair. One had slid to her ass, pressing her against him so she could feel how hard he was. She whimpered and hooked her leg over his hip.
Nate laughed. "Already?" When Lindy blushed, he pulled her off the counter. Grabbing his coat, he tossed it on the counter and turned her around. He caught his hand beneath her knee and lifted it, cushioning it on his coat. He pushed off his jeans and pressed himself against her back. He gently nipped at her neck, resisting biting down hard. "Watch us, Lindy."
He was breathing heavily as he pushed his briefs down and grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing it back and forth over her wet sex. She swallowed heavily, watching as the head of his cock spread her lips apart, nudging her clit before sliding back to position against her tender opening. She could see how excited he already was, how close his balls were drawn against his body. Yet his movements were extremely slow and deliberate as he pushed up inside of her, stretching her over his length, his hands tight on her hips, then pulling out slick and glistening until the head popped free once more.
She shuddered, mesmerized as he repeated the move over and over again, bumping her clit between each lazy thrust, one of his hands lifting to pinch and pull at her nipple.
She leaned forward a bit, pressing her ass more firmly against his groin and her breast tighter into his hand. She closed her eyes, whimpering as he bumped her clit again.
"Uh uh, Lindy. Open your eyes." He gave her nipple a gentle tug. "I want you to see how sexy you are."
She bit her lip and opened her eyes, almost unable to bear the look of pure concentration on his face. He was purposefully holding back, keeping his own needs secondary in an effort to please her. And she might've told him to stop and give into his own pleasure...but it felt too damned good.
He smiled at her reflection in the mirror, pushing his cock back inside of her and speeding up his thrusts. This time he didn't pull out of her, but instead slid his hand from her hip and pulled her sex apart with his fingers. Spreading her open and stretching her, leaving her clit swollen and throbbing to be touched. His eyes widened slightly at the sight, but he didn't touch her there. For now, he thought the exposure was enough.
She squealed, pumping her hips against his. Most of her weight was being supported by her leg and arms, so she really could only squirm against him. "Nate, please!"
Nate continued his rhythm without pausing. "Please what, gorgeous?"
"Rub my clit and make me wail like a banshee! Fuck me until I can't walk!"
A huge grin crept over his face. "God, I love your mouth." Lowering his hand from her breast, he wrapped his arm around her waist to brace her and then set a brutal pace of deep, rapid, forceful thrusts. His balls swung heavily, nearly but not quite slapping her clit, making her whine and tilt her hips furiously to seek his touch. He continued to hold her open for several more long seconds before finally pressing his fingers over her clit and rubbing in fast little circles. "Cum for me, baby. Squeeze my cock with your tight little cunt."
She couldn't respond to that with anything but sharp squeals. And when Nate pushed hard down on her clit, she screamed. Her back arched, her head tilting back and almost bashing Nate in the nose. Her whole body trembled from the intensity of her orgasm. She almost didn't hear Nate hiss 'fuuucckk' in her ear as she felt his cum splash deep inside of her.
He continued to thrust sharply until his orgasm subsided, then buried his face against her shoulder and struggled to control his breathing. She felt him pull out of her and whimpered slightly at the loss, even though she was feeling achy and a bit sore from the ferocity of his thrusts. She put her hand over his, slowing his circling of her clit. She couldn't have another orgasm now even if she tried. The only thing that kept her from sagging to the floor was the grip of his arm around her waist.
She winced as Nate pulled her back a little, easing her leg back to the ground. the thigh muscle was cramping and she rubbed at it, mostly to hide her blush. She never used that kind of language in bed or out, and was a little embarrassed about it, even if Nate did seem to like it.
Gently pulling her upright, he turned her around to face him and kissed her mouth. He kept the touch light and soft, stroking the side of her face with his finger. After a moment, he pulled back to look at her, holding her gaze.
"You're so amazing, Lind. I don't know how you do it, but you make me want to put you on a pedestal and exalt you one minute, and then want to bury myself inside you the next. I worship you, gorgeous." He kissed her forehead. "And I hope one of these days you'll realize just how lucky I am to have you."
She leaned against his shoulder. "You sure about that, Nate?"
"Absolutely." He gently stroked her back and shoulders. "And you're going to believe that one of these days, you're going to believe it."
End Chapter Forty-two

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