I’d been under this tree for way too long reading. The sunbeam that filtered through the trees warmed me on this cool fall day. The sun would soon be setting. I absently wondered if Micha was up and about. Vampires did tend to sleep the daylight away.
As promised Micha fed me every several hours and it seemed to keep the worst of the transition symptoms at bay. Now that I thought about it, I hadn’t had any transitions symptoms in over a week. However, I hadn’t been sleeping well at all. Just a few hours each day. So, it was mostly me roaming the deserted halls of the mansion during the day along with the servants who kept everything clean and sparkling. I’d cooked a few meals that everyone raved over, much to the cook’s dismay. He didn’t particularly like me in his kitchen but he never told me no. He even helped chop vegetables. Which was very sweet of him.
I haunted the library on a regular basis. I had my E-reader, but there was just something about holding a book in your hands and being able to turn the pages that I loved. Micha had a library that could keep me occupied for centuries. The book I was currently reading under my new favorite tree was from his extensive library.
It was going on three weeks since we’d fought about Micha’s lack of enthusiasm over being gifted with another mate. We didn’t discuss it but occasionally, Micha would wrap me in those strong arms of his, rub his slightly bristled jaw against mine and whisper, “I am deliriously happy you are my mate” in my ear. It always made me smile. It was hard to stay angry with him and better yet, I found myself falling in love with my mate.
He hadn’t fully claimed me–though. We’d never gone back into his playroom since that first night he’d shown me everything. We did, however, “fool around”. The foreplay was amazing and Micha satisfied me on every level but I was getting impatient. Every time I thought we were at the point where he’d take me, he’d back off. It was quite frustrating. He’d taught me how to please him with my hands and mouth, and the lessons had been quite fun, but he never took it further than our just fooling around.
Last night, he asked me if I trusted him. I, of course, said yes, because I did. Well he’d proceeded to flip me over his knees and spank me. The ten swats had stung but didn’t really hurt. And, if I was being honest I’d admit it had turned me on. When he pulled me off his knees and placed me on the bed, he kissed the daylights out of me and told me how proud of me he was. I hadn’t cried and begged him to stop. It made me feel ten feet tall that I’d made him so happy with such a small thing. He’d proceeded to show me how happy he was with me with his tongue. After my fourth orgasm he finally let me rest. Just thinking about it was making my panties wet.
I gathered my book and headed back toward the house. I went through the kitchen saying hello to Jean-Luc and Benny, the cook. I grabbed an apple from the counter and started up the stairs to Micha and my suite.
As I climbed the stairs, I took in the scent of someone new. It hit me suddenly that I could smell that another person, a female, had climbed these stairs recently. She wasn’t part of the household; I knew it instinctively. I went through the double doors of our suite, still following that scent. It lead me to Micha’s office door. I was so intent on finding the source of the scent, that I opened the door without knocking. I stood agape in the doorway, my book and apple falling to the floor. I stood stuck in the doorway trying to decipher what I was seeing. Micha’s arms were wrapped securely around a naked blonde, her hair flowing down her back to her ass. His face was buried in her neck, feeding from her. Her low moan forced an instinctive growl from me.
Micha opened his eyes and looked directly at me. He immediately pulled away from the woman but was considerate enough to close her wounds, which had my hands
Douglas Preston, Mario Spezi