Chapter Seven
Mari
When Sam drives us back to his house after a day of driving and exploring the Finger Lakes, I don’t argue. He was right about the views. It reminded me of simpler times in Eastern Europe.
We shower together, and nothing could be more perfect. He’s everything a vampire or a woman could want. The scent of his blood, even through his thick skin, is like ambrosia. Even after feeding only last night, I could get drunk on him. Controlling my urges in favor of thoughts of bygone days, I let free a long sigh.
“What’s wrong?” he asks as he wraps me in one of his huge towels. The constant concern for my well-being is foreign to me. No one worries about a vampire.
I hang the towel on the hook in the bathroom and walk to the bedroom. Lying on the bed, I close my eyes. “I’m not used to all of this.”
The bed shifts with his weight. His body rests against my side. “What are you referring to?”
I can’t help loving the way he feels, so warm and attentive. “I was born in a small village in Romania. My people werewanderers. They didn’t stay anywhere long, but they always remained in the villages until someone made us leave. I suppose that kind of upbringing should have prepared me for my life as a vampire.”
“No one is going to make you leave Harmony Glen.” He says it as if it’s a fact.
Letting my hand trace the ripple in his abs, I wish he were right. “People always find reasons to rid themselves of an unwanted neighbor. A dog will go missing, or heaven forbid, a child. Someone will suggest that it would be easy for me to be the murderer. After all, vampires are killers. Since they won’t be able to kill me, they’ll run me off. I’ll go before that, of course. No one wants to be dragged out in the public square.”
His hand is so big that when he caresses my cheek, he cups my entire face and head. “That will not happen here. This place is different. Look at what happened today. You made friends with those two little girls and their mother. Lori works at the police station. Do you think she’d put her twins in danger?”
“I won’t let any harm come to those girls.” I didn’t mean to say that out loud. There’s something about my giant that makes me want to share everything.
“No. You’d protect them. They know that.”
“How can they know?” I roll to face him.
He gently pulls the knot on the bandanna holding my hair. My curls tumble to the mattress and over my shoulder. “It’s instinct to know when someone or something will protect you.”
“Instinct should tell them vampires are dangerous.”
Pulling me tight to him, he rolls so that I’m sprawled on top of him. “If a dangerous vampire came to town, they would be afraid. You might be strong and capable, but you don’t harm humans or monsters. At least, not without reason.”
I press my mouth to his nipple and suck the tender tip before letting my fang nick the skin. The sweet taste of his blood sendsa rush of excitement and desire through me. His low moan fills the room. I lick my way to his navel and tease it with my tongue. “Then you admit, I can be dangerous.”
Holding my hip with one hand, he grips my ass. His fingers graze my pussy. “You are good, but that doesn't mean you wouldn’t kill to protect those you care about. There’s something feral about you, Mari. A wildness that’s pure aphrodisiac to me.”
I leave light red marks on his abdomen as I scrape my nails against his skin and lower myself to straddle his thick thighs. His magnificent cock stands tall, perpendicular to his hips. I lick the bead of precum from the tip.
Sam sucks the finger that was teasing me into his mouth. On a low moan, he closes his eyes. “So good.”
Too big to take all the way inside my mouth, I lick my way from base to crown and suck the head again and again while caressing him with both hands. I’m on fire with desire, and the scent of my arousal is making me as wild as Sam’s moans of pleasure. Rising to my feet, I grip the post of the bed and lower my torso so that my ass is high. I spread my legs wide and hope my pussy glistening makes him as crazy as he makes me.
The growl that emerges from him is pure animal. He rolls to his hands and knees as I watch over my shoulder. His long tongue runs along his lips as if the best meal has been set before him. Crawling close, he presses his face between my legs and devours me. His tongue slides inside, then circles and teases. The noises he makes vibrate against my sensitive flesh, and I thrust back, needing more.
I want to make it last, but I come in a rush and scream my pleasure while Sam laps up every drop. Gripping the wooden post, my nails dig into small crevices.
Rising to his knees, he grabs my hip in his beefy hand and, with the other, wraps my hair in his fist.
The gentle tug brings my desire back to the forefront. “Sam. I need you.”
“I am yours.” He stretches me as he presses forward one glorious inch at a time.
I lower my head and let my shoulder rest against the post, which brings him deeper. “More. Harder. Fuck.” I come in a torrent of pleasure and emotions. Tears pour from me as I realize that this giant is all I will ever need.
Still as a statue, he reaches out a finger and brushes a tear from my cheek. “Mari?”
“Don’t stop. I’m fine. God, don’t stop.” I jerk back and reach between my legs to caress his tight balls.
