part of an exercise
in conservation of a very rare species," he smirked at me.
"You really are
something else, aren't you?"
"Thanks," he
said smugly.
"No, I didn't
mean that in a positive sense," I said sourly.
"I know, but
I'm taking it that way." He smiled ruefully at me. "Millie, if we
had sex now you would probably lose the baby, so you need to
understand that it's not an option until he's been born. No matter
how much you beg me," he added with an evil grin.
"Jesus,
everyone's a clown today." I paused, considering something. "So I'm
safe for what, nine months?"
"Eight. Vampire
foetuses grow a bit faster than humans."
"Good," I said
and stood up, deliberately dropping both towels, and went to brush
my teeth. A loud groan followed me to the bathroom and I smiled in
grim satisfaction. It was time for somebody else to be tormented
now.
XIII
I woke up the
next morning with something prodding me in the back. I lay for a
while trying to figure out what it was, and then the very masculine
arm draped around me and the sleepy chuckle gave me a big clue. A
really big clue.
I tried to
scramble out of bed but the arm tightened and the chuckle became
louder.
"Let me go," I
told him, struggling to free myself.
"I love
it when you try to wriggle away," Atticus whispered in my ear.
"It's so stimulating ." I
froze. "Too late, sweetheart." He pressed himself against my
buttocks. I stayed frozen.
"You said you
wouldn't."
"And I won't.
But you can't lie naked in my bed and feel like that and smell like
that without expecting a reaction."
"You keep
that reaction away from me," I
told him firmly. He let out a bark of laughter, causing said
reaction to jerk alarmingly against me.
"You are so
adorable," he breathed against my neck, nuzzling the skin. "And you
smell so good, I'm just going to have to have a little taste
again."
Before I had
fully realised the implications of this statement, the bed clothes
had been thrown off and I was on my back again with my legs held
apart. Like I said, the current default position for me. It was
inevitable, really - I should have expected it. What I didn't
expect, however, was that hot tongue licking and probing and
eliciting the all too predictable response from my pathetic body,
which not only lacked self control, but seemed determined to enjoy
itself at my expense. I tried to fight the building waves of
pleasure, and failed miserably, wailing in frustration as the
orgasm exploded through me. Atticus chuckled in satisfaction and
nuzzled my lower belly while I waited for my body to return to my
control. I didn't trust myself to speak.
"We need to get
you vaccinated," he said eventually. He lay next to me with his
head on my belly. I looked down at his tousled blonde hair.
Vampires get bed hair. Who knew.
"Vaccinated?"
"We have venom
in our teeth that stops clotting. Think aspirin on steroids. If I
were to accidentally bite you, you could bleed out and die.
Fortunately there's a vaccine to prevent that. I should have
thought of it before."
"So don't bite
me." I said it as plainly as I could. I had always been something
of an expert at stating the obvious.
"It's not that
easy, lovely Millie. Our fangs come out with hunger or lust. Guess
which one you generate. I almost bit you now, actually. Especially
when I saw my name on your thigh."
"What?" I sat
up suddenly, and pushed his head off my belly. He sat up and
watched me examine the tattoo on my inner left thigh. It had been
all scabbed over yesterday, but today I could read 'Atticus' in
neat flowing script. My left wrist was still a bit scabby, but I
had no doubt that it was similarly decorated.
"What!" I
yelled at him. It was not a question this time." You had me tattooed with your name ?" I paused for a few seconds.
" There ?"
"I thought you
knew," he said. "Once Andronicus wrote my name on your skin you
became my wife under vampire law. It protects you from other
vampires - they would never dare touch you now."
"Even
in conservation of a very rare species," he smirked at me.
"You really are
something else, aren't you?"
"Thanks," he
said smugly.
"No, I didn't
mean that in a positive sense," I said sourly.
"I know, but
I'm taking it that way." He smiled ruefully at me. "Millie, if we
had sex now you would probably lose the baby, so you need to
understand that it's not an option until he's been born. No matter
how much you beg me," he added with an evil grin.
"Jesus,
everyone's a clown today." I paused, considering something. "So I'm
safe for what, nine months?"
"Eight. Vampire
foetuses grow a bit faster than humans."
"Good," I said
and stood up, deliberately dropping both towels, and went to brush
my teeth. A loud groan followed me to the bathroom and I smiled in
grim satisfaction. It was time for somebody else to be tormented
now.
XIII
I woke up the
next morning with something prodding me in the back. I lay for a
while trying to figure out what it was, and then the very masculine
arm draped around me and the sleepy chuckle gave me a big clue. A
really big clue.
I tried to
scramble out of bed but the arm tightened and the chuckle became
louder.
"Let me go," I
told him, struggling to free myself.
"I love
it when you try to wriggle away," Atticus whispered in my ear.
"It's so stimulating ." I
froze. "Too late, sweetheart." He pressed himself against my
buttocks. I stayed frozen.
"You said you
wouldn't."
"And I won't.
But you can't lie naked in my bed and feel like that and smell like
that without expecting a reaction."
"You keep
that reaction away from me," I
told him firmly. He let out a bark of laughter, causing said
reaction to jerk alarmingly against me.
"You are so
adorable," he breathed against my neck, nuzzling the skin. "And you
smell so good, I'm just going to have to have a little taste
again."
Before I had
fully realised the implications of this statement, the bed clothes
had been thrown off and I was on my back again with my legs held
apart. Like I said, the current default position for me. It was
inevitable, really - I should have expected it. What I didn't
expect, however, was that hot tongue licking and probing and
eliciting the all too predictable response from my pathetic body,
which not only lacked self control, but seemed determined to enjoy
itself at my expense. I tried to fight the building waves of
pleasure, and failed miserably, wailing in frustration as the
orgasm exploded through me. Atticus chuckled in satisfaction and
nuzzled my lower belly while I waited for my body to return to my
control. I didn't trust myself to speak.
"We need to get
you vaccinated," he said eventually. He lay next to me with his
head on my belly. I looked down at his tousled blonde hair.
Vampires get bed hair. Who knew.
"Vaccinated?"
"We have venom
in our teeth that stops clotting. Think aspirin on steroids. If I
were to accidentally bite you, you could bleed out and die.
Fortunately there's a vaccine to prevent that. I should have
thought of it before."
"So don't bite
me." I said it as plainly as I could. I had always been something
of an expert at stating the obvious.
"It's not that
easy, lovely Millie. Our fangs come out with hunger or lust. Guess
which one you generate. I almost bit you now, actually. Especially
when I saw my name on your thigh."
"What?" I sat
up suddenly, and pushed his head off my belly. He sat up and
watched me examine the tattoo on my inner left thigh. It had been
all scabbed over yesterday, but today I could read 'Atticus' in
neat flowing script. My left wrist was still a bit scabby, but I
had no doubt that it was similarly decorated.
"What!" I
yelled at him. It was not a question this time." You had me tattooed with your name ?" I paused for a few seconds.
" There ?"
"I thought you
knew," he said. "Once Andronicus wrote my name on your skin you
became my wife under vampire law. It protects you from other
vampires - they would never dare touch you now."
"Even
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