The Vampire and Her Human Mate

10| In for the kill

Travis drove Beau home, making sure he was okay and didn't want to stay over first.

Beau thanked him for the talk- though there hadn't really been anymore to say. Travis wasn't the type of guy to say something like there are plenty of fish in the sea. He acknowledged his pain and said Beau needed to address it and not let it fester.

Beau was so happy his sister had met him. Travis and Stacy had actually been friends since middle school and it had blossomed into a romance just before his parents died.

He had a sponge bath before bed, wanting to prolong the life of the second skin bandage he had on. He looked at the tattoo in his bedroom mirror. Stacy had done an amazing job. The white ink of the fox popped even more than he thought it would, the red of the eyes so close to blood coloured.

He felt good after his cry- not about not being able to find Bianca, but about not being isolated by it. He'd have to apologise to Toby. He wasn’t home when Beau arrived and David had been passed out drunk on the living room sofa. Beau draped a throw over him and made sure he had some water near him.

He went to bed naked. With the tatt, he didn't want to wear pants. He had brought some tissues into his room in case he had a repeat of the night before.

He was dozing when he heard a sound at his window. He froze, trying to keep his breathing even as he listened out.

The sound again.

That was definitely his window being opened. He sat up, reaching to switch his lamp on when a shape launched at him. It grabbed his wrists and pinned them together above his head, driving him back to a lying position. His breath caught as he inhaled to yell out. A hand clamped over his mouth, one hand still pinning his wrists down. He tried to push up but found his strength no match.

"Shhh."

He tensed.

"I'm going to remove my hand."

His heart skipped a beat. He knew that voice.

She moved her hand away, settling it onto his chest.

"Bianca?"

She didn't respond straight away, but she made a little noise in her throat.

He couldn't see her properly, it was too dark. But as his eyes became accustomed, he could see her shape above him. She was crouched over him, her feet on either side of his hips.

"Say that again."

He took a moment to understand what she wanted. His tone changed as he said her name again. "Bianca."

Her body melted down, now straddling him.

Still holding his wrists with one hand, she gripped the flesh of his chest, over his heart. She then trailed up to touch his face, running her fingers over his lips and tracing the line of his jaw from his chin to his temple. She ran her fingers through his hair. He felt her put her face into his neck and take a shaky breath in.

Her lips brushed his skin and he moved his face to kiss her. She pulled her head back, not allowing him.

"What's going on?" He whispered.

She was breathing raggedly. He vaguely saw her shake her head.

"Let me up and let's turn the light on."

She shook her head again.

He felt angry. "What the f**k is this?"

Her face dipped into the crook of his neck. She'd pulled his arms to just above his head, her arm half encircling the side of his face.

"Why can't you just shut the f**k up?" She pleaded. He thought she sounded like she wanted to cry.

And so he shut the f**k up. For now, he thought to himself. He wouldn't make the same mistake again, but he would give her what she wanted for now.

She was quiet for a long time. His arms were starting to hurt. How was she so strong? He shifted slightly, trying to relieve it.

"I have to do something," she whispered. "It'll make you feel better."

He felt himself stir. "Yes..." His voice was barely audible. He needed her.

"When I say the words you say, I accept."

"Huh?"

"Just do it," she cried. She pushed her face harder into his neck. She took a few shaky breaths.

"Okay."

"I, Bianca Larsen-Boucher, of the Northern Fell, reject you, Beau Reynolds, of the human realm."

Beau froze. He didn't understand the s**t she said, but he got the gist with the word reject. "No f*****g way."

"Say you accept!" She pulled back and gripped his face.

"No."

"I'll kill you," she whispered fiercely.

Beau paused for a beat. "Then do it."

She froze.

He continued, “I don’t know what the f**k’s going on, but I don’t care. I am not going to accept that. If you want to kill me then do it. I don’t care.” He felt tears prick his eyes.

She emitted a terrifying snarl and lept off him, heading for the window. He moved faster than he thought possible, panic driving him to keep her with him. He grabbed her before she could leave, wrapping his arms around her shoulders, pinning her arms and gripping her against his chest.

She strained against him, and he felt something threaten to pop in his arms. He cried out in pain but fought to keep her in place.

“Let go!” she yelled, but she eased off, not wanting to hurt him.

“No,” his voice was strained. He pressed his face into the back of her neck. “Please no.”

She stopped struggling and he just held her.

He was too scared to loosen his grip in case she ran away. “I want to know you.” He didn’t know what to do. They couldn't just stand here all night, though with her in his arms he thought maybe he could.

“You don’t want to know me.” Her voice was so sad.

“I do.”

“You’ll regret it.”

“That’s my choice to make.” Without letting her go he lowered his hold on her so he held her around her waist. He brought her body snug against him, feeling her body relax in his embrace. Her shaky hands slid up along his forearms, crossing her arms against his.

Feeling her willingness, he kissed the side of her neck lightly, feeling her shiver. He drew his lips along her flesh up to her jaw, relishing when she tilted her face to meet him, twisting and allowing him to press his lips to hers.

He tentatively moved his mouth against hers, inviting her to open up. She sighed, giving in to him. He turned her in his arms, deepening the kiss but still keeping it soft and gentle. He didn’t want to spook her.

Her arms came up to return his embrace. The act spurred him. The speed and intensity ramped up, Bianca's hands roaming his flesh as he stood naked in her arms. He slid his hands up to hold her face. This kiss was everything.

She pulled back, and he could feel her gaze, though he couldn’t make out her features. “I will stay until dawn and then when I say the words again you will accept it.”

~*~

She couldn't control how shaky her voice was.

Her skin was abuzz where they touched.

She could see he just shook his head and he pulled her in for another kiss.

"You're not going anywhere…" he breathed as he kissed her down her neck, his fingers feeling along her clothes to find entry points. What the f**k was she wearing? It felt like it had no way in. "I'm going to taste you and then your going to f**k me all night. And then I'm going to make you breakfast."

He smiled into her chest as she chuckled at his words.

He gently bit her n****e through her clothes, eliciting a rumble of pleasure from her.

There was no way she could leave now. She felt drunk with him.

"This what you want?" He asked. He found the zip at her back, straightening so he could wrap his arms around her to unzip the cat suit she was in from the nape of her neck, using the opportunity to kiss her some more. His firmness was between them, pushing up against her.

She pulled her outfit off once the zip was open enough.

"Ahhh." She let out as their naked bodies pressed together.

He pulled her towards the bed, turning her with him, picking her up to set her down on the edge.

He trailed kisses down her body but had barely tasted her when she pulled him up. “I need you inside me.” She grabbed him and guided him into her. He lifted her ass up, so he could stay standing and sunk into her.

He withdrew. "f**k," he mumbled, trailing kisses back down between her legs. She was panting on his tongue, her hands full of his hair.

He stood back up to enter again. "You feel so good. Do you feel how hard you make me?"

"Yes," was her breathy reply. Her back arching at his slow pace.

With a moan he withdrew again, breathing heavily, dropping to his knees. He sucked in her clit, his hand pinching her n****e.

"Beau!" She cried out.

He pulled back and surged back into her, pushing her further onto the bed and on her back.

"My name on your lips, f**k Bianca." He kissed her. "I've got to keep stopping, so I don't cum." He stilled for a moment, but she didn't, rocking up under his hips.

She touched his mouth, gripping his jaw. "I want to make you cum."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Ah… you first … f**k… say my name as you cum."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

He put pressure with his thumb against her folds.

Bianca felt the building pitch and hold. "Oh Goddess."

"Right there?"

"Right there."

"You gonna c*m on my c**k?"

"Yes. Yes…" she felt her toes curling and her back arch further as the tension built to maddening heights.

"It's yours. I'm yours," he panted. She felt her fangs pop out at the words.

"Yes. Mine. Oh Beau… Beau!"

Her walls clenched around him, rocking her body as she came. She clamped her hand over her mouth, fighting the urge to mark him.

Beau wrapped his arms up under her shoulders and cradled her head, taking his last final plunges into her as he came.

They lay together, him still on top, kissing lightly.

"Don't go anywhere," he whispered between kisses. "Stay here with me."

~*~

Never had she ever…

She lay with her head on his chest, his arm holding her tight. Every now and then she'd feel him start to drift off to sleep and he’d start back awake. Holding her tighter like he was scared she would run away.

The sun was starting to rise. They'd done what he'd said they would, and I guess now she was waiting for breakfast. She laughed to herself.

He rubbed her back. "What's funny?"

"Everything."

He had been ready for her whenever she wanted him, relinquishing control to her and taking over her when needed. She slung her leg over his, wanting to get closer. He hissed but didn't move. She shifted her leg realising she had hit his fresh tattoo.

"Sorry.” She lifted her head, craning to look. “What’s your new tattoo of?”

He was quiet for a second. How had she known? Maybe she felt the second skin tattoo bandage. And how did he tell her? He guessed he could just show her.

He sat them both up and reluctantly untangled the top of his body from hers, so he could show her- you could see it through the film of the bandage. There was very little bleed- it looked as great as when he’d had it done two nights before.

She traced the shape of the fox. It was deliciously close to his groin, sitting right inside his thigh. If she remembered right, her bite mark would line up exactly where the blood red eyes sat.

She smiled. She thought of his fake codename. “Do you like foxes?”

He touched her face, drawing his hand into her hair and massaging her scalp as he worked his way to the back of her head. “I like my vixen.”

She looked into his eyes startled, his meaning not lost on her. She opened her mouth to speak but she couldn’t get any words out. And she didn’t have to- he kissed her, opened mouthed, pulling back only enough to speak to her between the probes of her mouth. “You're all I have thought of. All that I want.”

“And what of the redhead?”

It was Beaus' turn to look startled. “What?”

She looked down. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut?

She felt his hand shake a bit where it still sat in her hair. “I didn’t think I would ever see you again and she- well we’d wanted to date before- before us and I didn’t really want to but-”

She kissed him to shut him up. “It’s fine. You don’t owe me anything.”

He looked upset. “I’m sorry.”

She shook her head, untangling his hand. She was terrible at all of this. It had all been so sexy, and she’d had to bring that up.

She went to climb out of bed.

“Where are you going?” He asked. She could hear the concern in his voice.

“I just need to go to the bathroom.”

He seemed to relax. “Yeah. sure. Um…” he looked at her catsuit, crumpled on the floor. “Let me get you a shirt to wear.” He shuffled off the bed and rifled through his drawers. He grabbed a black shirt and seemed to hesitate. He turned to her and watched as she put it on. It just covered her butt, with a few inches to spare.

She saw his eyes become heated at the sight of her. “Goddess Beau. You like me better with my clothes on?” She laughed.

He grinned and pulled her against him. “You're gorgeous any which way.”

She bit his n****e playfully at that and he gave a yelp.

He threw some sweats on and opened his bedroom door. He listened out first before opening it fully so she could come into the hall.

“I have housemates,” he explained. “Two guys so…”

She just nodded and let him lead her to the bathroom. She already knew where it was.

She closed the door behind her and let out a big breath, sagging a little now that she was by herself. She had a quick tidy up and then stood in front of the sink, staring into her reflection. She pressed on her eyes, one at a time, through her lids. She’d had her contacts in too long. She looked around trying to see if by chance there were some eye drops. She had some in her car, but she didn’t want to go out there yet- even with the intent to come back. She felt like she might give the man an aneurysm if she left the house for any reason at the moment. And she got it. She knew she couldn’t reject him now. She had felt so much relief when he refused to accept it. She didn’t know where to go from here though.

She made a satisfied noise when she found a small bottle of eye drops. It was out of date but it would do. The contacts had to stay in. She wasn’t ready to tackle what she was with him yet.

She relished in the relief the drops gave. Putting extra in and then popping it back where she found it. She regarded her reflection. Her hair was tussled and she had to admit she did look hot in his shirt. It was a band shirt, her breast and hips just hinted at with the male cut of the shirt- the length titillating.

She pressed her finger to her cheeks, she had some serious planning and work to do to keep him safe.

~*~

Beau went to the fridge to look at what he had. Not much. It was a little while until he was sure they’d want something to eat- he'd have to steal something from his housemates- he’d replace it as soon as possible. He got paid the next day from the library so he could settle it quickly. He grabbed some orange juice from David's shelf.

Speaking of, he stuck his head into the living room and saw the sofa empty- he must have made his way to his room in the night. Beau wondered if Toby had come home- he usually let him know if he wasn’t going to be- but considering Beau had been such a prick to him, he wasn’t giving him updates on his whereabouts.

He heard a little kerfuffle up the hall and grabbed the glasses of juice and strode quickly back to where he’d left Bianca.

“Whoa,” he heard Toby exclaim, “Sorry. Shit.”

Bianca stood in the bathroom doorway and Toby was just standing in her way with a dumb look on his face.

“Toby, morning.” Beau closed the distance and pulled his friend to the side slightly, so Bianca could exit.

He handed her her juice. She took it but wrinkled her nose in the most adorable way that he felt a twitch in his groin. She walked back to his room, Beau behind her. Beau glanced back at Toby who was standing there with his mouth open. They made eye contact and Toby gave him a silent f**k yeah facial expression, ending with a grin and giving him two thumbs up. Beau laughed quietly and shook his head, following Bianca back to his room.

~*~