Amber & Lochlann (Flesh & Blood) (5 page)

“I'm sorry,” he said,
and he actually was. She was bringing so many emotions out in him that he had long since forgotten.

“So tell me about you,” she said after a few moments silence.

“What would you like to know?”

“I don’t know anything. How old are you?”

“I am in my 978
th
year as a vampire,” he informed her, her mouth dropping in shock. “I know I don’t look a day over 500,” he joked.

“I knew you were older than the vampires I have met before but I never would have guessed you had been around that long. How old were you when
you were turned?”

He never spoke about his turning but now he found himself opening up to her, explaining what had happened. “I was 27 at the time, born and bred in Scotland, worked on the land every day once I
was strong enough to do so. The harvest had run late and I stayed in the fields longer hoping to get some more work done before the weather dropped and ruined the crops, I hadn’t realised how dark it had gotten. A vampire was passing through the area, came across me and for some reason that I am still to this day unaware of decided to turn me. He only stayed long enough to explain what I now was and what that meant, then he carried on his way. I knew I could not return to my family, that it wasn’t safe for them to be near me. So I travelled the world, met many of my kind along the way, Tristan included. I learned to control my vampire instincts and eventually after many centuries I returned to the highlands and took up a permanent home there, though I still travel for time to time.”

“And you live alon
e?”

“No, I have a few employees that look after the grounds and housework, deal with my affairs du
ring daylight hours. It’s a very large property so a few live in the estate grounds, one or two in the main house.”

“And do they… do they…”

He knew what she was going to ask, could see it in her eyes. “It’s ok Amber you can ask.”

“Do they feed you?” clearly embarrassed, her cheeks flushing as the blood came to the surface. Hell he loved to see her like that.

“No they do not. I have a few human friends that live in the local village that feed me from time to time, I do not ask that of my staff. Blood should be freely given, not forced.” It was his one rule, during his first few centuries he had always been racked with guilt about hunting, nowadays he only took from the willing.

“Who do you feed from when you are here? I don’t really know any of the staff that are happy about doing it.”

“You would be quite surprised Amber how many actually enjoyed the bite. But I only feed for Marcy while I am here.”

“Marcy?”

Smiling, “yes Marcy. I have known her since her first days at the club and she is a dear friend of mine. I am actually hoping to take her with me when I leave, Tristan and I both feel that she has worked off any debt she owed and it’s time for her to move on to someplace more freeing than this place.” At his place she would have a normal life, a home to call her own in his estate, a job should she want one, a chance at life. They still hadn’t brought up the subject with her yet, but he was hoping she would say yes.

*****

Amber was in shock, she knew Lochlann was kind, he had given her no reason to think otherwise. But to offer Marcy what he was went beyond kind. He and Tristan could just let her go, but where would she go? She had no one outside of the club. She had told Amber about her life, about the circumstances that had brought her here. But they were offering her so much more. A small part of her was even jealous, not that she would have a home, a life of her own. But that she would get to be near Lochlann, even the idea of him feeding from her raised her hackles a little, but that was crazy. He had to feed from someone and she was not offering him her blood.

For the briefest moment she wondered what it would be like for him to feed from her. Would it hur
t? She had never asked anyone what it was like, she just assumed it was horrible, but he did say she would be surprised how many thought otherwise. Maybe she should ask one of the staff in the morning. Raven maybe?

They chatted for a few more hours, moving
to sit on the sofas together once she had finished her meal. She learned a great deal about him, the places he had visited, the people he had met. By the time she needed to head off to get ready she was not only more relaxed but more attracted to him than ever.

Beth arrived just as she was putting the finishing touches to her makeup. “Hey honey, how are you? Is he a bastard?” she asked running over to her as soon as she closed the door.

Laughing at her friends question, “No Beth, everything’s been great.” Beth looking far from convinced. “Really? He isn’t like the others. He is a hell of a lot older for starters, way more in control.”

“Honest?”

“Honest.” She could tell she didn’t quite believe her but she let it drop and began her own preparations. Amber had decided on one of the new outfits for tonight. She had been a little unsure but Lochlann had admitted the night before that he had picked them out himself, and now she couldn’t resist. She knew her growing feelings for him were dangerous but she couldn’t stop herself from wanting him. The outfit wasn’t the most revealing option, in fact it concealed more than her usual costumes, but she wanted to make the lap dance extra special by covering up as much as possible now. She was still highly nervous about the lap dance but she was not scared, she wanted to do it more than ever.

As she danced her mind floated to that usual place where all that existed was the music, her mind emptying of everything around her. She was alone, just her and the music sweeping arou
nd, caressing her body as she pushed herself, her body to the max. As the music ended she slowly began to take in her surroundings and the man sat silently a few paces away from her, his eyes burning with hunger, though not for her blood but her body. She could see the definite bulge of his arousal. What would he look like under those tight denim jeans? She thought, her body flooding with arousal as she stood panting, her eyes locked with his, unable to look away. A little smile played at the corner of his mouth, only then did she remember that he most likely could smell, if not sense, the direction her thoughts had taken. Quickly she pulled on her robe and entered her room while Beth made her entrance to begin her own routine.

She quickly turned the water
on above the shower, letting it warm while she striped off her now sweat and arousal soaked costume. Cleaning her body in the quickest shower of her life she pattered herself dry, leaving her hair down still slightly damp. She always thought it looked better when it was damp, sexier somehow. She reapplied her make up but only the bare essentials, mascara, eye liner and a little shine to her lips, then began to dress.

*****

The girl was a good dancer, different from Amber but still good. Lochlann felt a little bad that he wasn’t really paying any attention to her, his mind was too fixed on Amber and what would happen in just a few minutes. He’d had plenty of lap dances in his time but never had he been so eager, so excited about one. When Beth’s dance was over she began making her way over to Amber’s room. “No need. You head down to the club dressing room. I will make sure your stuff is returned to you before morning.”

“Oh… ok sir,” she stuttered hastily making her way across the room, glancing worriedly ov
er her shoulder at Amber’s door.

Once she had left he grabbed himself a quick drink of blood from the fridge. Usually he would warm it through but he wanted to be back in his seat before Amber entered the room. When she did he gripped the arms of the chai
r tightly to keep himself seated. She was wearing a tight black halter dress, its sides and front full of horizontal slits to show the flesh below, the length of the dress coming to just below the curve of her ass showing the tops of her bare thighs, thigh-high leather boots on her feet. Stopping briefly to place a disk in the stereo she slowly made her way over to him, her eyes burning into his full of heat. He could smell her arousal stronger than ever and wondered what she had on under that little dress. He couldn’t wait to find out.

Turning around to face away from him she began to move her hips to the music, sliding her hands over the sides of her body, the tight fabric of her dress showing no hint of a pantie line. Running her hands into her hair she
pulled it up out of the way giving him a view of her bare back. Looking over her shoulder she smiled seductively at him before turning around and straddling one of his legs, continuing her movements, her chest near his face, the dress giving him little peeps at her cleavage beneath it. She smelt so good, all lavender soap, desire, and more importantly her.

Her hands moved behind her neck undoing the strings that held the dress up, his hands gripping the arms even tighter in anticipation. He could not lose
control, could not overstep. He wanted to touch her badly but he wouldn’t unless she invited him to. As her hands moved back over her shoulders she pulled the material with it, exposing first one breast then the other. His mouth watered at the sight of them, of the peaked nipples just begging to be touched, licked. If he leaned forward ever so slightly he could capture one in his mouth, tease it with his tongue, bite it. But he held back, forcing himself to calm even though his cock was now fully at her attention and very uncomfortable. Moving away from him she began to roll the dress down her body revealing more and more flesh, her flat toned stomach, the smooth curves of her hips. Turning around she pushed the dress completely off, allowing it to fall to the floor before stepping out of it. She was wearing a very small black lace thong, the strings at the sides so tiny they looked like delicate threads, a small triangle at the top of her peached ass. He had the urge to rip them from her body, they would be so easy to break.

Moving back towards him she lowered herself onto his lap and leaned her back against him, head resting on his shoulder. Well if she hadn’t noticed his raging hard on every time she had danced for him she knew about it now. He was so hard
already, and now she was rubbing and grinding her naked ass against it, her head thrown back giving him a perfect view of her breasts and a perfect aim for her neck and the blood pumping beneath the skin.

No!
He told himself, he would not take that which was not given.

His fingers were aching from his grip on the chair, his mouth aching from holding back his fangs that longed to be released. The sight of her neck exposed, and so close to his mouth was driving him mad with desire. The smell of the sweet n
ectar flowing through her veins was singing to him. It was more potent than ever with her heightened arousal. He had always known she was attracted to him, had sensed her attraction, smelled her arousal a few times, but it had never been this strong. He could smell the sweet honey of it dripping from her, knew that her little black thong would be soaked. As she continued to grind against him she opened her legs, placing one either side of his own, letting him get his first glance at the front of her underwear, the pattern of the lace front teasing him, allowing him the knowledge that she was shaven but not giving him a decent look at the beauty below that he so longed to touch, to taste.  He could sense her desire, her want, her need building and building. Moving his gaze up her body to her face he found her staring at him, eyes heavy with lust. Running her hands up her body she began caressing her breasts, twisting and pulling at the nipples, elongating them more. How he wished it was his hands on her body.

As if reading his mind she took his hands from their self-restrained position on the arms of the chair and went to place them on her hips. “Touch me Lochlann, please,” she begged when he stopped the movement. While he would like nothing better than to do
just that he needed her to voice that she truly wanted him to.

“Amber…”

“Please,” she whispered.

“You have to be sure that this is what you want.”

“Yes please,” she begged again grinding harder against him.

Slowly he allowed her to place his hands on her h
ips. “You are in control of this Amber, complete control. Guide my hands where you want them, move them as you like.” And she did. Her hands placed over his own she guided them along her flesh, over her stomach, her hips, thighs. Leaving one on her leg she slid the other up her body to her breasts. As soon as he felt her nipple rub against the underneath of his hand he could take no more and began to massage her breast, she removed her hand as his took control.

“Oh yes,” she gasped as he pulled at her nippl
e before moving on to the other one. The hand she still had hold of she began to move up her inner thigh, her breath hitching as she placed his hand on her mound. He could feel the dampness of the material, proving her arousal. She removed her hand but he restrained himself, determined not to move his own until she vocalised what she wanted.

“I want you to touch me Lochlann, to touch me there.”

He didn’t need telling twice.

At her words he rubbed his palm against her before slipping his hand down inside h
er thong, causing her to moan and rub against him again, the dance long since forgotten. She was so wet. His fingers soaked in her arousal he pushed first one than another finger into her slick folds, beginning a steady rhythm, his thumb finding that magic little nub that would help send her soaring into bliss. As he worked her with one hand the other continued teasing her firm breasts.