She calls my name and bounces up and down on my cock. Her juices flowing over my flesh, and the sweet sound of suction plays counterpoint to my moans and her screams. Leaning forward, she presses her palms to my abdomen and rocks her hips forward and back.
The new position has her ass caressing my balls and pulls me over the edge. Longing to take her with me, I increase the pressure on her clit and tease her tight asshole.
She comes, crying my name and screaming her pleasure. Her sheath tightens, drawing the last of my orgasm out before she collapses on top of me. A shiver rushes through her as her pussy clenches again, then softens. “You are so big and perfect.”
I laugh, which makes us both moan since I’m still inside her.
Digging her nails into my chest, she says, “Don’t move. Not yet. I need to catch my breath.”
It’s ungentlemanly to be as pleased with myself as I am. “So, I’ve made a vampire lose her breath? My blood is that good that you can lose your head for a taste?”
Pressing up, she has to use her entire arm to move her mass of hair out of her face. “You cannot even imagine how good you taste to me. Every drop of blood you offer is a precious gift. Your cock is a bonus.” She laughs, which makes us both moan again.
I start to thicken again inside her. I’ll never get enough of my vampire.
Stronger than she looks, she pulls me until she’s on her back, and I’m on my forearms to keep my weight off of her. Taking her lips in a long kiss, I make love to her slowly this time, filling her, then pulling all the way out before filling her again and pressing kisses to her cheek and teasing her throat with my tongue. I trace a path along the shell of her ear.
She lifts her hips to meet each thrust and scrapes her nails along the flesh of my arms.
My body is on fire when she comes, drawing blood with her nails and pulling me over the edge with her.
Licking up the tiny droplets seals the scratches. Even sated in every way, she makes a delicious sound as she tastes me.
Rolling to my side, I slide out of her welcoming body and kiss her head.
“I love you, too, Sam.”
My heart soars.
Chapter Nine
Mari
My tower has become one of my favorite places. Meditation keeps me in control of the monster inside me. It centers me. Tonight, I’m staring at the moon, and a long-contented sigh slips from my lips.
Happiness is not something I’m accustomed to. This sense of everything being right that has washed over me for the last month feels totally out of place in my life. I realize the dichotomy of everything being right feeling wrong. Still, that’s my life now. I’m happy. I’m in love. I have a full schedule of students, well, at least, all I care to take on for the moment.
Every day I go to my wall and meditate. Sam finished the inside floor with fieldstone and bought me a pouf to sit on, along with other assorted pillows, in case I wish to lie down. Tonight, after the sun went down, I lay back into my mountain of pillows to listen to the sounds of the breeze in the trees and deer tromping in the woods before I head home to Sam.
I have as many as three students per day, and I teach them either to sing or play piano. I’ve had a few who came to me forvoice lessons, but after hearing their voices, I gently suggested they might be better suited to learning piano.
At night, we walk in the park, drink wine on the porch, and talk about our day. We have the most fantastic sex, and he falls asleep with me in his arms. Sleep is not something I need a lot of, but I enjoy his arms and watching him. I like the way his expression softens when he’s at rest.
Everything about Sam is a miracle to me. Of course, all creatures know that giants exist. We generally know about all the nonhuman species in the world. It’s only that giants rarely mingle. Harmony Glen is different. It draws people in. I can’t imagine many towns have a Bigfoot sworn in as a police officer, either.
Ready to get to Sam, I stand on my tower and stretch before fixing my pillows the way I like them. If I had a phone, I’d call him to come to me and enjoy the peaceful setting. I’m still not ready to be attached to something that can be tracked, like a smartphone. Maybe we need walkie-talkies.
With a chuckle, I use the steps that carry me down to the newly laid sod. Getting my bag from the house, I lock up and walk through Harmony Glen toward Sam. A very nice werewolf named Asher waves and says hello.
It’s a cool summer night, and a lot of people are out walking.
I smell her before I see her—a vampire.
Stopping, I look around. My heart pounds several times as I sense a possible threat. I half expect to see Pierre, but the smell is wrong. I’ll never forget the spice of him, clove and rosemary. This scent is lighter, with hints of edelweiss and lavender.
At the corner, she steps from behind a house. Bright blue eyes and long platinum hair, she’s elegant and moves as if she were gliding. “Hello Maria,” she whispers, but my vampire senses are on high alert.
I close the distance in a flash. Gratified by her shocked expression, I grip her throat. “Who are you?”
