All Of The Dead (a necromancer story)

Chapter 10: No strings

Esmeralda

I rushed the toast and when it was time to leave I left with Lucan. I’d forgotten just how much he towered over my 5,4 height.

I sneakily glanced up at him, his big broad shoulders and muscles looked divine in that tight muscle fit t-shirt and I imagined that body pressed against mine between the bedsheets, sweat covering it as he had his way with me.

“What are you thinking about that’s got you dribbling?” Lucan asked.

I jumped slightly, not realizing he was looking down at me and blushed furiously as I wiped my mouth, “nothing.”

I quickly walked ahead of him and went to my side of the car and waited for him to unlock it.

He gave me a suspicious look but unlocked the car and climbed in.

During work it wasn’t long before my mind drifted back to him in the shower, he was gorgeous, I wondered what and who he had been thinking about, me, Dana or someone else? Most likely not me.

There really wasn’t much that happened during the day, and before I knew it, we were locking up and going home.

I hadn’t even spoken to Dana much, as work had been too busy. Back home or rather back at Lucans home, (when had I started thinking of his place as home?) Tom greeted me and then my hunger kicked in and not for solid food either.

My fangs extracted, and I covered my hand with my mouth, they had never done that before, and usually, I had been able to ignore the hunger for a good few days before needing to feed.

Lucan turned to look at me when I’d stopped moving. “What’s wrong?” He asked.

My hand was still covering my mouth, and he sighed, “Esmeralda, how many times do I have to say it? If you’re hungry, tell me.”

He came over to me and asked, “where do you want to feed?”

“Your neck is best,” I answered shyly, and ok, maybe I wasn’t being completely truthful, anywhere was fine I just wanted to be up close against his body.

He sat down on the sofa, probably so I wouldn’t have to go on tiptoes to reach. When I was sitting beside him, I leaned in and bit down. I could never get over how incredible he tasted, his blood truly was like drinking the night, the cold, and power all in one.

My hand was pressed against his chest while I drank and the taste of him along with the soft moans he tried not to make but would slip every so often, all of that combined had me becoming undone, I came, unable to control the moaning and cries until I was done.

I blushed hard and pulled away from him, how embarrassing. He was still leaning back against the sofa and watching me. His gaze traveled over me with concern, but I could tell he wasn’t sure what to do, did he comfort me or stay away from me.

Still leaning back against the sofa, he reached out with the arm that was spread across the back of it and tapped my shoulder with his fingers lightly, “hey, don’t be embarrassed.”

I covered my face in my hands, unable to look at him. I felt him move and sit up, he slid over to me until our sides were touching, and ever so gently, he put an arm around my shoulder.

“It’s ok Esmeralda, feeding, s**x, heightened sensations, it’s all still new to you, and it’s going to take a while until you get used to it all.”

I wanted so badly to lean into him, to have him hold me, but I didn’t, instead I nodded my head meekly and made my way to bed.

When I fell asleep, that same feeling hit me during a dream, I couldn’t seem to breathe properly and the more I tried, the more I struggled.

I was panicking in the dream, and then I looked at the end of the bed and saw death. It was still that humanoid shape, a black so dark it was what I imagined a black hole in space would look like. I shivered and shrank back from the bed.

“Your time is up, I am here to claim your soul.”

The voice haunted me, neither male nor female, an utter void of nothingness is what it sounded like, and I wanted no part of that anytime soon. I screamed in the dream and found myself being shaken awake.

“Esmeralda, wake up!”

I sat up gasping and saw Lucan sat on the edge of my bed.

I grabbed his arms tightly and scanned the room, “it’s here, death is here, it wants to take me back.”

Lucan looked around the room and said, “I don’t see anything, there’s nothing—“

he stopped talking mid-sentence.

“What is it?” I panicked. “Sshh, give me a sec.”

I felt the energy in the air shift as he woke his necromancy, I felt it curling around me like a blanket, whispering things of peace and sleep, for me to let it in. “I’m sorry, I won’t be long,” Lucan quietly said.

I trusted him, so I waited and fought the urge to allow that cool blanket to wrap me up. All of a sudden, he stood up and looked at something in the corner of the room.

“You can’t have her,” he said, and then I saw the ice blue veins of his power come to life under his skin, then the ice blue filled his tattoos, and it ran down his arms, he was speaking some spell in the language of the dead and I felt all that power being thrown violently towards what, I assumed, was death.

Whenever Lucan used his necromancy it always seemed to make the room colder, I shivered, as he shut down the necromancy warmth filled the room again and everything was back to normal.

“What happened?” I asked.

“It seems my gifts work on death itself. It won’t be back tonight.”

I sat up at that. “That makes sense, right? Your gift of necromancy is to control the dead? And what is death is not part of the dead?”

“Maybe, I’ll have to look more into it. Go back to sleep.” He went to leave, but there was no way I was sleeping alone after that.

I grabbed his arm, fear of death outweighing any awkwardness or shyness. “Sleep with me, please?”

He looked at me for a moment and didn’t move, but then he gave a nod and climbed in beside me.

My heart raced faster, being so close to him in a bed. I don’t know how I fell asleep, but I did.

It was still the middle of the night when I groggily woke up again, I looked up at Lucans face, I hadn’t realized I’d moved so close to him.

The feel of me moving woke him up to, so he was looking back at me in the darkness, still half asleep. “You ok?” He mumbled.

I nodded silently, and he leaned in and pressed his lips softly against mine.

My heart raced and my body felt hot as he kissed me tenderly, the darkness only making it seem more intimate. He didn’t say a word and neither did I. He kissed me more deeply, his tongue claiming mine and I kissed him back.

He climbed on top of me and I didn’t remember how he removed his clothes, just that he was naked and on top of me, pushing the hard length of himself inside of me.

I cried out softly, I didn’t want to make too much noise in case he realized what he was doing and decided to stop, but also because this felt so intimate, it was so dark in the room, our labored breathing the only thing to be heard as he moved inside of me slowly at first, and then he was pounding into me hard and fast, over and over again into the bed so that I couldn’t be quiet and cried out in the darkness while he stayed ever silent except for heavy breathing.

He slowed at one point and whispered, “are you sure you want this?”

“Only if there’s no strings attached,” I moaned.

He raised an eyebrow at that, clearly surprised by my words as I was, I’d never been interested in any casual intimacy or one-night stands.

“You want to be a naughty girl?” He teased.

I slapped his shoulder playfully and he laughed softly. “Ok, no strings attached.”

He didn’t speak again and f.ucked me hard until I came screaming. He didn’t make any noises, and I would have thought this was solely for my pleasure if I hadn’t felt him come inside of me.

He climbed off me and barely had a chance to lay down before I was laying my head on his chest, my arm wrapping around his waist.