Authors: Lydia Michaels
She batted her eyes and
whispered, “For every minute we’re here, I will make it up with two minutes
spent alone, just the two of us, in some very yummy ways.”
“How yummy?” he asked,
tightening his grip.
“Very.”
He took a slow breath
and his nostrils flared. “You take as much time with your friends as you need.”
She laughed and kissed
him on the cheek.
* * * *
Delilah loved the
Hartzlers. Dinner was a fantastic experience. The food was nothing like she
expected of Amish cuisine, probably because it had been a Portuguese meal.
She mainly stuck with
the breads and some rice, but the main dishes smelled delicious. Everyone
conversed throughout the dinner and laughed. Delilah could not remember a time
she enjoyed herself more.
She was getting a feel
for each person. It was so easy to forget they were Amish, especially the
girls. Cain laughed often and easily and anything other than sarcasm rarely
came out of his mouth. He adored Destiny and it made Delilah ache for something
a fraction of what they shared.
Adam was Cain’s twin,
although they were completely different. Adam was more serious and mannerly,
but very nice all the same. It was clear how much he adored Annalise in every
look and touch he gave her. Their children were beautiful. Little Cain was very
much like his uncle, always going, and never without that glint of mischief in
his eye. Lucy was still young, but not one to be outdone by her brother.
Gracie was sweet, except
when she was around Dane. Delilah didn’t know what the story was between the
two, but she suspected it was far from over. The two should really just fuck
and get over the tension already.
Then there was
Christian. Christian was quiet. He smiled and listened, but never really added
to the conversation. Tonight Delilah noticed a side of him she never would’ve guessed.
Christian was insecure around others. It wasn’t that he was uncertain. She’d
never met a more determined man when it came to knowing what he wanted.
However, in the presence of others Christian always remained a bit at odds with
the group. It wasn’t something the others were likely to pick up on, but,
growing used to him, Delilah definitely noticed his discomfort.
“I’ll go put on some
coffee,” Destiny said as she slid her chair from the table.
“I’ll help,” Cain called
as he followed her into the kitchen.
Everyone continued to
chat and enjoy dessert. Looking back at the kitchen, Delilah watched Destiny
place a percolator on the stove. Cain came up behind her and she giggled. No
one else could see into the kitchen, but Delilah’s seat was placed at the
perfect angle.
They were clearly
sharing a personal moment and she should probably allow them their privacy.
Looking back at the others she found them all distracted. Her gaze returned to
the kitchen.
Cain hoisted Destiny
onto the counter and fit himself between her knees. The girl’s arms wreathed
around his neck as he kissed her. There was so much love and affection in the
gesture, Delilah’s heart filled with longing.
She turned back to the
others and stilled when she found Christian watching her, a slight smile on his
lips. Blood rushed to her cheeks. Caught.
Guiltily, she glanced
back at the kitchen door. Destiny’s skirt was hiked up, exposing her calves.
Cain’s hands had found their way between her thighs. His forehead pressed to
hers and he smiled into her eyes as he whispered words meant just for her over
her lips. She smiled sweetly at him.
What do you see,
pintura?
Delilah flinched at the
voice in her head. She turned to Christian and he smiled.
How the fuck did
he do that?
The sound of Christian
tsking filled her mind.
What did I tell you about your language, pintura?
Now, show me what you see that has your body reacting so.
He was in her head. But
she could hear him! He’d never done that before.
How are you doing that?
I told you I have many
gifts. Now show me.
Delilah turned back to
the kitchen. Destiny’s head dipped back, black curls spilling almost to the
counter, as Cain’s mouth trailed up her throat. His elbow moved as his hand
slowly worked under the bulk of her skirts. Destiny’s mouth opened as she
arched into him.
Do you like watching
them?
Delilah didn’t know if
she should be ashamed or what. He didn’t seem upset. He sounded…aroused. She
looked at him from across the table. The rest of the guests continued to talk,
completely oblivious to what was happening in the kitchen.
They’re beautiful.
They are in love. Show
me what is happening now.
Delilah turned back to
the kitchen. Cain’s hand sifted through Destiny’s hair and held her in place.
Suddenly, his mouth opened wide. Delilah caught a flash of white sharp teeth
and then he bit his mate’s neck. Destiny trembled and quivered in his arms, her
face a picture of absolute ecstasy. He continued to touch her and the girl
moaned in pure pleasure.
Delilah’s spine
stiffened. She had been so distracted with all the Amish stuff, she had almost
forgotten she was sitting in a house full of vampyres—that
she
was a
vampyre. Was this what they did? Bit each other? Destiny sure seemed to be
enjoying it.
Feeding from your mate
is one of the most erotic experiences there is.
She looked at Christian.
He stared at her intently and her body came alive. She was breathing hard and
had the urge to rip off her clothes and attack him right then and there.
Chill, girl. You’re at a
dinner party with a bunch of Amish vampyres.
Her skin was on fire and
her pulse was pounding in her ears. She stared back at Christian and felt his
need mirroring her own.
“Coffee’s done,” Destiny
said, coming out of the kitchen, a bright smile on her face. Delilah jumped.
She couldn’t be around all these people at the moment. They were all a bunch of
bloody mind readers. One look in her head and they’d think she was nuts.
“Would you like a cup?”
Destiny asked her.
Say goodbye, pintura.
“We really have to be
going. Dinner was lovely though. We’ll have to do it again sometime. Maybe next
time you guys can come to our place.”
Delilah stood on shaky
legs. Destiny frowned, but remained polite. “Sure. Just let us know when.”
They made quick
goodbyes. Christian held onto her hand and she could feel him pulling her
closer to the door with each passing second. The minute they were out the door,
under the moonlit shadows of the night, he was hauling her toward his home.
She wished she could do
that neat mind reading trick to see what he was thinking, although she sort of
had a good guess. Her feet stumbled and he caught her before she tripped to the
ground. She laughed. He was a hot mess.
He growled and pulled
her toward a tall wooden barn nearby.
“Where are we going?
Home’s that way.”
They whipped around the corner
of the barn and suddenly she was being hauled up against the wood, his greedy
mouth on hers. She sighed and relaxed into him. He growled and bunched up her
skirts.
“It was very naughty of
you to watch Destiny and Cain like that,
pintura,”
he said against her
throat. “Did you like what you saw?”
His thigh separated hers
and the sound of her panties tearing filled the air. “Did
you
? You were
watching them too—through my head. I really would like to know how you do
that.”
“I’ll teach you later.
Right now I need to have you.”
His fingers probed her
folds and then just as quickly they were replaced with something larger. She
arched and his cock slid deep. She sighed. “Someone will see us, Christian.”
“No one will interrupt.
I need you.”
He thrust into her and
growled. He was a man possessed and she loved it. Gripping his shoulders, she
locked her legs around his hips as he plunged into her. His movements were hard
and needy.
With each deep press of
his cock his breath beat across her neck. Never before had she suffered such
desperation to have someone inside of her the way she did with Christian.
The rough wood of the
barn abraded her shoulders, but she loved it. Harder and harder he thrust into
her. She knew she wouldn’t come—everything was going too fast—but she wanted
him just like this, greedy and possessed by desire for her and her alone. It
was a potent cocktail to swallow, being so wanted. She couldn’t recall any
other man ever being so driven to have her.
Possessed, his pelvis
crashed against hers. Hot breath mingled between them. He was lost to his own
needs as he drilled into her. It was fast and hard and completely fucking
awesome. With one final pump he growled and then warmth bathed her channel.
They were both panting.
He withdrew from her and
she slowly slid down the wall. His head pressed into her shoulder and then he
faced her, seeming to come back to his senses. “Did I hurt you?”
“God, no. That was
great. We should really eat there more often.”
His lip twitched and the
tiniest bubble of a laugh slipped past his lips. It was the first time she
heard him laugh. She smiled and whispered, “You’re very cute when you smile.
You should do it more often.”
* * * *
Delilah’s nose filled
with the sweet scent of berries. Cool, sugary juice coated her lips. She opened
her eyes and sighed. Christian leaned over her, a plump red strawberry
suspended in his fingers.
“I’ve brought you
breakfast,
pintura.”
He’d brought her
breakfast? In bed? Well, didn’t that just fill her with hearts and rainbows? If
she squinted past his shoulder she might even see fat little cherub shooting an
arrow into Christian’s sexy ass. She blushed stupidly. No one ever made her
breakfast in bed.
“I have fresh picked
berries from the farm, blueberry muffins, and some cider. I know you are
hungry.”
She was starving. “Thank
you.”
“I figured it was the
least I could do. It was very polite of you to pretend to eat the pork last
night at the Hartzler’s.”
Her cheeks heated again.
She didn’t think anyone noticed, but of course Christian did. Aside from the
rice and pie, there really wasn’t anything on the menu that hadn’t included
some sort of meat.
Christian held the
strawberry to her mouth again and she bit the end. Tart flavors burst over her
tongue. “Mmm, so good.”
“Is it now?” He leaned
in and licked over the seam of her lips. She giggled. Somebody wasn’t grumpy
today.
He tossed the berry to
the tray on the nightstand and kissed her again, this time with purpose. His
lips tasted like strawberries.
“You got a banana down
there too?” she joked.
“No, I am afraid that is
all me.”
The covers were pulled
aside. His palms plumped her breasts and he pulled one taut nipple into his
mouth. Glancing down at him, his eyes locked with hers as his tongue slowly
flicked the hoop of her piercing.
“Christian Schrock, you
are a dirty, dirty boy.”
He grinned—
oh that
devastating smile of his
—and pulled her nipple into his mouth. She arched
into him and his palm coasted under her back, lifting her slightly off the bed.
Sex in the morning was always a little different than sex at any other time of
the day. Things were still tender and coming awake. Delilah could think of no
better way to be woken than what Christian was doing at that very moment.
His fingers slid between
her thighs and he parted her. He flicked her piercing there as well and she
shivered. Finding her clit, he rolled her bud in gentle circles, bringing her
closer and closer to an intense release. It built quickly and washed over her
from her toes tingling all the way to her scalp.
As she came back to herself
she blinked and found him resting on one elbow, watching her. “You are so
beautiful when you are lost to pleasure, Delilah, so free.”
She didn’t have anything
sweet to say in return so she playfully punched his chin. “Aw, thanks, kid.
Anytime you wanna see me like that, just give me the word. A girl can never
have too many orgasms.”
“Is that so?”
She dramatically looked
up. “Uh, yeah, I’m pretty sure it’s in the Better Book.”
“I shall have to read
this book. But for now…”
He reached for another
berry and dragged it down the valley of her breasts. His tongue licked up the
pale pink trail. It never crossed her mind that Mr. Doom and Gloom might have a
romantic side. Lower and lower the berry went, until the cool fruit painted
over her sex. Christian’s mouth was like the lick of a flame following the
chilled juice of the strawberry.
He licked and kissed and
sipped from her sex, that damn berry making it all the more erotic. Another new
thing…
fruitilingus!
Vampyres do that.