Uncle William's Mate

Chapter 8

William’s POV:

“Ciera. I know you’re not that innocent to not know what I did to you last night. I’ve watched you grow up. You really think I can’t tell the difference between you lying and telling the truth?” I state to her watching her closely. 

Her green eyes widened with shock. I knew she was lying from the start. I found it cute that she was acting so innocent. Her face is priceless right now.

 “Come here.” I demanded of her.

 She leaned closer to me, her rosy cheeks becoming redder by the second. She is cute when she’s embarrassed. I grab her waist and pull her onto my lap. She squeals as her back leans against my chest. I smell her delicious scent that makes my mouth water. She’s still so pure and innocent. She’s never had a man in her life and that makes me her first and only. All mine for the taking. I move her hair to the side to expose her neck. Holding her tightly in my arms, I start to lick and kiss her soft skin. My knee grinding in between her legs. Her soft moans are music to my ears. Her small hands hold onto my arm tight. I know she wants more. I want to give her more. I remind myself that she’s not 18 yet. I must wait. 

With a long sigh I reluctantly push her away. She deserves so much more than this. Her eyes are clouded with confusion. I was pleasuring her just as she wanted me to and didn’t want me to stop. Poor girl. 

I decided to change the subject to distract her and myself from the tension between us. “So, Ciera, your mother says you graduated earlier this year. That’s really impressive and I am extremely proud of you. I knew you were a smart kid. What are your plans for this year? College?” I dread the day she will want to experience the outside world. She will most definitely leave this place… and me with it. She’ll forget about it and find a young handsome man. Maybe have a child or two. The thought angers and worries me. Ciera is a sweet young girl. They will most certainly eat her alive out there. 

Gulping she answers, "I don’t really know what I’m going to do. I don’t have any plans. I just want to spend a year or two to get myself together here. This is my home and I feel like I belong here.” 

I internally sigh. Thank heavens. Here is my real chance to become closer to her if I hadn’t already screwed it up by touching her. “I can teach you anything you want to know. I know you like art. I can show you how to paint or if you want I can show you how to fix up cars? Cooking? Construction? Anything.”

“You know how to do all that?” She asks.

“I know how to do everything under the sun. And if I don’t I’ll find someone who does. Let me help you.” I plead. I want the best for her. I can teach her everything I know. She’ll be like my little apprentice. That idea makes me smile. I can keep her for as long as I want all to myself. 

I can tell she is contemplating something in her head. She smiles and I melt. Her smile lights up my world. At least I’m doing something right. 

“I’d like that Uncle William. It’ll be like the old days of you teaching me math and physics at the restaurant.” She explains. 

I hold her hand in mine. “It’s a deal then. Take some time to think about a subject and let me know. Text me if you need anything okay?” We get up and I guide her to the door. It’s time for her to leave. I need time to think and I know she does too. 

“Ummm… What just happened to you?” She asks. “One moment you were getting hot and heavy with me and now you’re treating me like a kid again?” She raises her eyebrow at me. 

My heart sinks to the floor. I should have known my distraction skills aren't very good, like at all. 

“Speaking of deals, I need to make one. I refuse to answer or talk about your question from breakfast until you turn 18 and that is final. From now until you are 18 you can call me Uncle William.” I coax her out of the door and lock it behind her. I sigh as I lean against the door listening to her soft footsteps grow softer and softer in my ears. 

…

That night it started raining. A big loud thunderstorm hovered over the town of Bridge threatening each of its occupants to dare step foot outside. I don’t sleep very often anymore. When you live for what seems like forever like me you realize sleeping is just a time machine to morning. But you’ll also realize sleeping is the only time your imagination reigns over your mind and soul. Nightmares are a constant reality of mine. Whenever I close my eyes I see the faces of the souls I used to care for. I sometimes wonder what it would be like to live my days with someone like me. Someone who won’t die. My mates never seem to be the same blood sucker I am. I can’t remember the last time I’ve had the taste of blood on my tongue.