The Darkest Night

Chapter 14

I continued sipping my tea as I thought about what Darius had said. I wasn't human? That couldn't be right. I shook my head trying to clear these confusing thoughts out of my head. I went back to the history book. I got through a third of it before the door clicked closed behind me. I turned to look and saw Victor standing there holding a bottle of red wine and two glasses. "Hey there," he said as he strolled over to the desk and placed the bottle and glasses down. I placed a bookmark in the thick history book and closed it. Looking down at my watch, I saw that it showed half past seven. I watched him uncork the bottle and put an aerator onto the top. He poured generously into each glass. "Here," He handed me a glass and I accepted it generously. Taking a swig, I let the rich flavor of the wine fill my mouth. I swallowed, allowing the alcohol to burn its way down, warming me to my core. "I'm sorry I didn't come sooner with your dinner as I said. Work held me up." A small smile graced his lips as he took a long sip of the wine. It was weird. I still felt myself drawn to Victor, but it was now tempered slightly. His smile still made my heart flutter, but the longing I had been feeling was more mild now. Sipping on some more wine, I just nodded my understanding. "Darius told me of his theory that you aren't human." I almost chocked on the wine as he said this.

"That's preposterous," I said, waving his statement away. "I'm human, no doubt about that." He peered at me speculatively over his glass.

"You sure about that?" His gaze held me in place, unable to look away.

"Ye..yes. I'm sure."

"Well, we will know for certainty before dawn breaks." His voice was low and soothing. The sound of it made me shudder with pleasure. Before I could protest, he stopped me. "Ah I forgot one more thing." He reached into the pocket of his suit coat and pulled out another vial.

"But I just had one with dinner. Isn't it only three times a day?" Drinking more blood didn't sit well with me, and I was confused as to why he wanted me to drink an extra dose. A flash of annoyance crossed his face before he explained.

"Ahem. Well about that. Apparently, Darius replaced the blood in the vial with his own." I stared at him dumbfounded.

"Why would he do that?" Indignation rose up in me, and I was starting to get pissed.

"It seems your blood tasted extraordinarily good to him, and he wanted you to ummmm donate to him more often." He shrugged his shoulders like it was an inconsequential thing.

"He wanted me to what?" I stood up so fast my chair toppled backwards. I was furious. After the apology he gave to me earlier, he goes and pulls an underhanded trick like this? And for what? So that I would be more attracted to him than I already was and be willing to give him my blood?

"Part of my scolding earlier forbade him from seducing you again into giving him your blood. If he could get you to agree of your own volition, then I couldn't forbid it." Sipping his wine, he watched me as I paced in frustration. I paused to consider what he said and then flopped down into my chair. I leaned forward, putting my head into my hands and closing my eyes. This was all just too much for me to handle. Finding out that vampires were real, to being confined on the condition of my release being to drink blood. Now, I have two different vampire's blood in my system.

Taking a deep breath, I reached for the vial, unscrewing the cap and dumped the contents into my mouth, swallowing it in one gulp. I closed my eyes grimacing at the metallic taste and grabbed my wine glass, chasing the taste away. Opening my eyes, I saw Victor staring at me. His eyes had a darkness in them that I hadn't noticed before. I felt drawn into his gaze unable to look away.

A warmth slowly curled up inside me starting from my belly. Spreading slowly over the rest of my body until I felt warm all over. He stood up and started walking towards me, never breaking eye contact. He sauntered over to my chair, deftly plucking the wine glass from my hand and placing it back on the desk. Tension pulsed in the air as he gently took my hand, caressing my knuckles with the pad of his thumb. He pulled gently with very little force so that I knew I could pull back at anytime. I stood as gracefully as I could, barely three inches separated us. I could feel the play of his breath on my cheek. He let one of his hands trail gently up and down my arm, letting his fingers play softly on my skin. I shuddered at the contact, instantly craving more. Victor leaned down, letting his lips brush against mine. I ached to feel him press his lips against mine with every part of my being.

"Do I have your permission Elizabeth?" His voice was low, husky and full of want. My brain was so muddled by the tension in the room that I was only able to make a vague noise of affirmation. "That won't do little one. I need a definitive answer. Yes? Or no?"

"Yes." I whispered right before his lips claimed mine. A moan slipped out of my throat as I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing him closer. His hands were on me, wrapping around me, pressing me to him. I never felt more like I belonged somewhere than right there wrapped up in his arms. Our mouths pulled apart briefly for air before latching back onto each other. His tongue probed into my mouth, caressing me hungrily. A whimper escapes me and Victor responds with a low, deep growl. Quickly, he removes his lips from mine and starts kissing my jaw, making his way to my throat. I tilted my head away, giving him better access to my neck as he kissed, licked and sucked on the tender skin he found there.

"Mmmm whose my good girl?" His lips were by my ear, huskily asking before assaulting my lips with his again. His tongue thrust into my mouth, dancing with mine. The scent of him overwhelmed my senses. I pressed myself up against the length of him as much as I could. I couldn't help but want more. More touching, more kissing, more of everything. His hands are everywhere now. One hand slips up my back to the base of my head and grips my hair firmly in his grasp, causing me to gasp and release his mouth. "I said," he growled in my ear, making my knees go weak, "Who is my good girl?" Those words were definitely having an effect on me. His fingers tightened in my hair as his other arm coiled around my waist, preventing me from sinking to my knees like I instinctively wanted to do. Hey, I may be a strong, independent woman that can handle her own, but I was still a sub for dominant men. And Victor was nothing except a very dominant man right now. "Who. Is. My. Good. Girl."

"I am." I whispered back, so softly I wasn't even sure he had heard me.

"Mmmmm. Yes you are." His mouth slammed back on mine in another breath-stealing kiss. He started slowly walking forward, forcing me to back up or fall until my legs hit the edge of the pull-out couch I'd been sleeping on. The arm around my waist moved, and his hand started to explore now as the other kept a firm grip on my hair, preventing me from moving. He pinched my sensitive nippels through my shirt making me gasp with the sudden pain and moan with the pleasure that quickly followed. I kissed his neck and nibbled a bit to elicit a low moan out of him. His wandering hand shimmed down my body to rest on the waistband of my sweatpants. Slipping his hand in between my clothes and my skin made me shiver. Shoving his hand lower, I felt him reach for my core. He slid his fingers down my slit, pausing briefly to swirl a fingertip around my c**t as a low moan escaped my lips. One hand buried in my hair, his mouth attacking where my neck and shoulder meet, and now his other hand checking how wet he has made me. All my senses were overwhelmed. "Oh baby girl you are so wet for me already." I was barely able to whisper out a yes before he slipped a finger suddenly deep inside me. I arched my back, being careful to not fall back onto the bed. His fingers found the rhythm that he wanted and started slowly, tortuously thrusting them in and out while all I could do was wrap my arms around his neck and pray that I could hold myself up.

I started to reach my climax but was dragged away from completion by the sudden loss of his fingers. I opened my eyes to see him slowly sticking his fingers in his mouth, licking me off of them. "Mmmmm, now, aren't you just delicious?" He growled at me. I whimpered in total need of him. I wanted him badly and was just about to demand that he finish what he started.

"Liz? Elizabeth, are you alright?" Victor's face was right in front of me, full of concern. I was sitting in the chair by the desk still. The wineglass that had been in my hand was now on the floor. Its red contents spilled out and soaking into the carpet, staining it a deep crimson. I blinked my eyes trying to gain my bearings and shifted my seat slightly. My need for him was still there, and I could still feel where his hands and mouth had been on me. I felt flushed and disoriented. What the hell was that?