She examined her nails again, “You okay?”
“So much more than okay.” His voice was husky. He leaned over and let out a little growl into her ear.
She smirked and lifted her leg up in the air and then examined the ankle.
“I only shaved a quarter of a leg. Either I need to finish or not wear shorts tomorrow.”
He touched the tiny, now lightly scabbed-over, razor wound.
“It was the perfect amount. I smelled it and rushed in here before I could stop myself and then I felt something in me, something lifting my confidence. I tasted it and it was a tiny amount but I felt stronger, yet I was in control and knew I could handle a real feed. I thought it’d push it back by drinking, that maybe that’s why it was so close to the surface, because I hadn’t fed from you. But I’m different. It’s all different. It’s not two personalities, I’m one. But I’m different. I have to get to know myself again. I can’t explain but I need to know my limits; right now I feel like a stranger to myself. Stronger but a stranger. Does that make sense? I don’t know what’d happen if you got your period but I’m closer to being in control now than I was.”
She ran her fingers through his hair and nuzzled in,
“At least we have time. Thank God. We’re going to figure this out, Tristan.”
“We are,” he kissed her forehead.
“Let’s run, Kyla. Let’s go out for a run. Now.”
“Really? I’m shattered.”
“I feel like a billion bucks. A hundred billion bucks.”
“I won’t be able to keep up. My body feels like spaghetti. That was a seriously intense session there, Mr. Vampire.”
“Follow me in the car.”
“Seriously?”
“Seriously. I need to run and can’t leave you alone. Follow me in the car, okay?”
~~~An hour later they were back at the motel. Tristan didn’t feel the need to sweep the room before relaxing, saying he smelled nothing new, and Kyla was relieved. She was spent. She collapsed onto the bed.
They’d driven to a highway back road and then he’d gotten out and jogged while she drove slowly behind him, with the blinkers on as he ran, praying no police would spot them. It was uneventful, thankfully.
“I’m getting’ a shower” he said, “Leaving the door open. Don’t go to sleep yet. If anyone knocks or anything odd happens, you come into the bathroom immediately, okay? Anything odd at all. I’ll be fast.”
“Okay,” she mumbled and yawned.
He leaned over and grabbed her chin, “Okay?” his eyes were dead serious.
“I said okay,” she was irritated.
“You don’t seem to understand the gravity here,” he growled.
“No, Tristan, gravity understood; I get it. Just leave the door open.”
She did not like his tone, nor the aggressive intensity coming off him. She grabbed his wrist and pried him away from her chin with a pointed stare and very pointed thoughts about being manhandled.
He took a breath, “You don’t know how dangerous it’d be if he got to you.”
“Uh, yeah, I can imagine. Do you want me freaking out while you’re in there? How’s that going to make you feel? Want me to come sit in the bathroom while you shower?”
“Yeah, I do. Shower with me.”
“Too tired. Just be fast.”
She curled under the blanket and flicked the TV on. She heard the shower turn on. He left the door open and the shower curtain open so he could see her.
“You’re drenching the floor!” she called, yawning, staring at his naked body.
Yum.
She fought sleep, watching his strong corded arms and large strong hands move up and down his sudsy body but even his personification of male beauty wasn’t enough to keep her awake after those earth-shattering orgasms and the fact that she’d had to drive behind him running for all that time.
By the time he got into bed a few minutes later, she’d been dozing. He got in bed beside her, smelling like soap and shampoo and toothpaste, and feeling all warm and hard. He cupped her between the legs and slid one, then two fingers inside as he tongued her earlobe.
He was being more possessive than ever. She imagined it must be because someone was after them and out to take her from him. Maybe it was the beast inside of him, too, the addiction to the nectar. She moaned, feeling so tired, but not able to resist. She arched back into him and parted her legs wider.
After a quick romp and a spectacular climax where he did all the work, she went to get up to go wash up.
“Need to pee?” He asked.
She shook her head, “No, just need to clean-up.”
“No,” he murmured, “don’t wash me away.”
“Mmm-kay.”
She sighed happily and nuzzled in and drifted off to sleep wrapped tight in his embrace. As they fell asleep, her thoughts drifted back to when he first started to explain what he knew of their bond. He’d said a woman with enchanted blood bonded to a vampire would fight to the death before letting another vampire feed from her.