The White Vampire

1.-2

‘Yes, he is a wonderful little creature,’ I agreed.

Sean moved away from Harry’s finger, drooling on it a bit. The small pricks of his bite healed. The first time I had seen him do it I thought it was a one off, because new-borns drool anyway, but now I wasn’t so sure.

‘Me neither,’ he said, sitting back up and placing Sean halfway between his shoulder and his chest.

He patted him a few times on the back and Sean burped.

It wasn’t the first time that I thought that Harry was wonderful with Sean.

‘He’s my only son,’ he justified himself. He took him once more in his arms. Sean let out one of his little yelps and he shook his fist, making us both laugh.

‘Despite this…’ I smiled. Harry also smiled, expecting a compliment. ‘...You are somewhat ridiculous with that suit on all the way up north.’

He laughed. ‘Little bitch.’

He stood up, gently rocking Sean, who was now yawning. He looked around, examining the freshly painted walls, the recently put-together furniture and the bed. ‘Do you sleep here?’ he asked.

I nodded.

‘And I sleep here?’

I laughed. ‘That depends on you, really. You’re the one with the jealous girlfriend.’

‘In truth, at my age I don’t have girlfriends. But yes, as a matter of fact Anne thinks you are some sort of menace to society.’

I batted my eyelids. ‘I had understood that, without having any super powers.’

Harry placed Sean in the cot and covered him with the blanket. ‘Your mom is silly, I’m sorry,’ he said. But he said this in a low voice so as to not wake Sean up. He then closed the curtains, as if to say that it was not only time to take a nap, but to sleep for a long while.

He turned towards me calmly and deliberately, he passed a hand behind my neck and he pulled me towards him. I felt his lips on mine and his tongue brushed past my own.

I placed my hands on his chest, overwhelmed with a feeling of warmth.

‘But Anne isn’t here,’ he said, in a low voice, ‘and in any case she is already thinking of the worst possible things, so I don’t see why I shouldn’t give a poor woman, trapped on an island in the middle of nowhere, some joy.’

I punched him in the ribs. ‘So much arrogance.’

He laughed quietly and kissed me again. ‘I was practicing the official version I’ll give Anne, and anyway “I couldn’t get rid of my erection even if I had hit it with a hammer” doesn’t sound very good.’

‘You are teaching your son some excellent manners.’

Harry turned towards the cot, vaguely worried.

Then he chuckled. ‘For a moment I forgot that you live with Adrian and that I will have to pay for his university and for his psychoanalyst.’

‘Hmm, you better not tell Adrian this.’

Harry turned around to kiss me. ‘Right, he might take it as a compliment’.

+++

In reality we were relatively prudent. Not only because Sean was sleeping in his cot, but also because in the house there were four other people who, in one way or another, knew exactly what was going on.

Wolves get revved up when there is another wolf in heat in the vicinity and Harry and I were very much in heat. I had gotten used to the animal aspect of the situation, it was pointless ignoring it: Harry and I were practically made for f*****g each other.

Luckily I also liked him and he was a decent person, because if he were horrible I would still have found him sexually appealing.

Adrian had not accepted the situation lightly, but Adrian was one of the most morally loose people on the planet, so in the end he had given us a sort of recalcitrant permission to the fact that Harry and I fooled around in the bedroom whenever we saw each other. It was, moreover, inevitable.

Not that Adrian was a perfect example of monogamy. During the last few months of my pregnancy our house had been graced by the presence of the Twin Sisters. My partner was very fond of their qualities, even though he couldn’t remember their names.

As for Harry, he had this relationship with Anne, even though the nature of their relationship was unspecified. Harry didn’t want me to get involved in the matter. At times I thought that Harry didn’t want Anne to get involved in the matter either, but perhaps I was wrong.

‘You aren’t wrong. You are just too romantic,’ he smirked, speaking quietly and unfastening my trousers while he sat on the bed.

I was standing in front of him and I liked the quiet confidence with which he treated me, as I liked the way Harry did everything.

‘I wasn’t trying to share my thoughts with you,’ I rebutted, also in a quiet voice. ‘You could pretend you didn’t hear me sometimes, couldn’t you?’

He laughed and bent forwards to nibble my thigh. ‘I’d just like to know how you have so many thoughts in your head, and at the same time, smell so delicious.’

‘I have a multitasking mind. Harry, I think it’s time you took off that f*****g tailored suit of yours. It’s beautiful and everything, but why am I always the one who ends up n***d while other people are dressed?’

Harry lowered my knickers and I kicked them away.

‘Maybe because when you are n***d you show your best side.’

‘Oh, thank you,’ I said.

It was funny having this conversation in such a quiet way. I felt I was the conspiratress of a plot.

‘You’re welcome. It took me eight hours to get here, by aeroplane and helicopter. If I had never seen you n***d, they might have been eight more peaceful hours.’

I laughed and I undid the knot of his tie. It was true, his trousers showed a quite a bulge.

‘The bulge was so significant that even the airhostess noticed it and she winked at me.’

I took off his suit jacket and his shirt. ‘Cheeky!’

He stroked my hips and he rested his hands on my buttocks. ‘You are really beautiful,’ he said with a half smile. ‘Besides all the rest, you know.’ He stretched out to lick one of my breasts, making me tingle all over.

He kicked off his shoes and he decided to stand up. I stroked the dark hair on his chest, looking at him.

Harry unbuckled his belt and slipped off his trousers and boxers. He was evidently excited, but he wanted to take things slowly. He observed me with a sly look in his eyes, stroking my breast with the tips of his fingers.

‘I tend to become sentimental, with the mother of my son,’ he mumbled, kissing me.

I often thought that if we had met in another time, we would have been madly in love with each other. I was sometimes worried for him and his impenetrable emotions.

‘Not “emotions.” I just can’t be bothered to fall in love again, my dear. And I wouldn’t fall in love with you ever: I’m not a masochist.’

I laughed quietly, kissing him and pushing him onto the bed. ‘Oh, of course not. You would be such a hassle with your terrible alpha male air about you. I only f**k you because you are fairly good-looking.’

He lifted me and turned me onto my back, climbing on top of me. ‘It’s my job to be the alpha male. Don’t pester me.’

Giving in to his good manners, I opened my legs for him, knowing that he couldn’t wait a second more. It was part of our chemistry: we could pass from joking around to crazy wild s*x in less than a second.

Exactly as I predicted, Harry entered me with one blunt thrust and he began moving quickly. He blocked my mouth with his hand and he did so very well.

It would have been pointless to whisper up until that moment and then wake Sean up while we had s*x.

‘Not to mention… all the… terrible traumas… he could develop…’ Harry panted, without daring to raise the tone of his voice.

He continued plunging deeply inside me, quickly, and I was tragically already a second away from o****m.

‘Me too,’ he whispered in my ear. I bit his fingers and I pushed my hips towards him. Harry bent completely over me, dripping with sweat, and he let out a hoarse noise similar to a growl.

I knew that sound. It was the sound he made right before he climaxed. And it was… well… sexy.

The confidence with which he touched me, was sexy.

The tranquillity with which he accelerated and accelerated, knowing full well that I would o****m any second now.

He was, I must admit, the quintessence of masculinity in bed. Skin against skin, flesh against flesh, sweat was dripping. Friction, kinetic energy, s*x in its most linear form: a body penetrating another.

And I felt myself completely filled by him. I felt him pushing, retracting and pushing again. I felt his weight between my legs and on top of me. I felt his muscles twitch, his breathing quicken and his growl become more and more hoarse.

The o****m came like a wave that was rising higher and gathering speed. It took me, squeezed me, shook me, and left me exhausted.

Harry kept moving. He thrust a few more times, because he too had climaxed. His mouth was open and his eyes were half closed. He was gasping, quietly and he let himself go on top of me.

His arms surrounded my shoulders and I heard him giggle quietly through his chest.

‘Too much time has passed, Sarah,’ he mumbled.

I rubbed my cheek against his, letting him rest on top of me.

In that moment… Harry looked like a wolf. He wasn’t what you imagined, when you thought of a werewolf. He wasn’t excessively hairy, he didn’t have a fierce expression on his face… no, Harry mostly looked like a businessman and he was educated, reserved and falsely good-natured. But after s*x, when he stretched out on top of me… in that moment he looked like a wolf. Not a fierce predator ready to attack, but a slim animal with his tongue hanging out, whose breath was light with condensation in the cold forest air.

He rolled over to one side and he dove under the covers. I slipped in next to him and he covered us both.

‘You know, in truth, this island…’ he whispered, letting his fingers play with a tuft of my hair, ‘…shows me parts of you that I like. I mean… Sarah, the city girl. With your vampire clothes…’

I laughed silently. ‘I don’t have vampire clothes. If you say it like that it sounds like I usually go around looking like Morticia Adams.’

‘Mmm-hmm. She has the right surname, that’s for sure. No, what I meant was… real vampire clothes. Like clothes for an advertising agency. A-line skirts and stiletto heels… no platforms, because they aren’t elegant…’

I laughed again. ‘You’ve really been examining these vampires, haven’t you?’

Harry smiled happily. ‘Tell me I’m wrong.’

‘You’re right,’ I admitted. Vampires look like they have just stepped out of Vogue.

‘Yes. But earlier… when you came to greet me… with that funny hat with the earflaps, the scarf, the winter coat… with your red cheeks and blue eyes… a deep blue, right? Well, in that moment I remembered you were Scottish. A Scottish girl who was borrowed by the city of London.’

‘Truth be told, I don’t really like Scotland.’

Harry shrugged. ‘I don’t blame you, the weather is s**t. But there is also… umm. There’s also something I like. You, probably.’

I kissed the corner of his chin, because sometimes he was genuinely lovely.

‘I’m always genuinely lovely. And charming. And affable.’

‘And modest. Let’s not forget your modesty.’

He stroked my breast and he weighed it in his hand. ‘It’s all a mess really… what I feel for you. A great, big, beautiful mess. On one hand you are the mother of my son. And given that for years I tried to have children, this makes you some sort of supernatural being.’

‘Says the werewolf.’

He snorted ‘Then at times I feel you are my friend.’

‘At times?’ I pretended to be scandalised.

‘When I don’t think of you as trouble in a skirt, or as a stubborn little girl, or the completely irrational being who erupted into my life and turned it around completely.’

I looked at him badly and he, in response, started teasing my n****e.

‘And the one that turns me on,’ he smiled. ‘The one I feel like behaving like a teenage boy with. The one that is turned on by my smell. Or rather, not smelling it. I’m getting horny again, Sarah.’

I was also getting turned on again. I leant against his side and I passed my leg over his legs. I was languid and excited at the same time.