Page 12 of Midnight Prince
Hazel
He gave me a wicked grin before he left the room and followed my directions to find the shower. There was nothing but soap, shampoo, conditioner, and a towel up there. I didn’t exactly have any spare clothes for him, and to be honest, I didn’t want him to wear any.
I didn’t know if it was the blood that was making me this bold, or the fact I thought he was going to die and now that he wasn’t. I didn’t want to waste any more time. I had been attracted to him since I first saw him outside that bar and after our night of getting to know each other. And well, I was ready for the next step.
It might be faster than what he wanted, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I could tell he was worried, but he hadn’t done anything that would make me want to leave. And he just fed from me, and that hurt like a bitch. Okay, that hurt way more than I was expecting, to be honest. I tried to downplay it as much as I could, but when he licked the bite and the holes closed over, the pain was gone instantly. I knew I could do this. I could feed him again.
I quickly stripped the bed and found my spare sheets and replaced them. I cleaned myself up in the kitchen, just washing my face and hands, hoping I didn’t smell bad after being couped up in the car most of the day.
“Hazel.” I turned and saw him standing by the doorframe, he had the towel wrapped around his waist. His hair was still wet and dripping water onto his chest. I watched as one droplet hit his peck and rolled down over his abs and onto the towel. I sucked in a breath at the thought of what was under that towel. How would he look naked?
“Just tell me one thing,” I said. He cocked his head as he took slow deliberate steps towards me. I could tell he was just as affected by me as I was of him. My breathing sped as my pulse raced.
“Anything,” he purred, just inches from me. I pressed my hand to his chest. He felt warm to the touch, but under I could feel the cold of his body. It didn’t scare me, in fact it excited me more. It was a reminder of what he was and the power he could have over me. I felt myself growing wet at the thought. I was going to ask the one question I avoided last night.
“How old are you really?”
I felt his chest rumble as he laughed. It felt good.
“I was twenty-eight when I was… made. I look older but the years weren’t so good to me back then, weren’t good for many people. I worked on my family’s farm here in Russet. They were some of the first settlers out here. I was born at the end of the civil war and died before Washington became a state. So I am old… enough.” I looked up and he winked at me.
Wow, he was like, over a hundred. But he didn’t act like he was born so long ago. He still seemed young, except when he said he wanted to court me, that showed his age.
“When did Washington become a state?” He laughed and pulled me into his cooling body, his hands rested on my lower back as he looked down at me. His eyes were playful and wrinkled at the sides from his huge grin.
“I just told you I was born in the eighteen-hundreds and the only question waswhen did Washington become a state?” I thought about it for a second and realized how much I had gotten used to him. That the fact he was a vampire didn’t bother me. I was more curious about the state thing. I shrugged and chuckled.
“Hey, I’m not from around here, I don’t know when that was… No more talking, just kiss me already.”
And he didn’t have to be told twice. He took my chin in his fingers and slowly pressed his lips to mine. His kiss was cool, yet sweet. I slipped my tongue into his mouth and deepened the kiss. He pulled me tighter to his chest, I could feel his cock straining against the towel. I wanted to touch him, feel him.
I reached down and tugged the knot on his towel. It dropped to the floor and I could feel him now against my jeans. I ran my hand down his back and over his ass and gave it a squeeze. I felt him smile as he started to kiss my jaw, then my neck. He pulled my cardigan down from my shoulders, then lifted my T-shirt up and over my head, exposing my bra. He took a step back as his eyes roamed over my body. I did the same to him. Fuck, his body was like a masterpiece. Carved by the gods. Lean muscle and that beautiful golden glow to his skin and that cock. I felt myself flush all over. How could a cock look that good?
I reached out to touch him again, but before I got a chance for my hands to explore any further, he bent down and picked me up and tossed me over his shoulder. I let out a giddy laugh at how easy that was for him. He was strong.
He walked me back to the makeshift bedroom and lowered me onto the bed. When he stepped back again, I watched as he bit his lip and his hand curled around his cock, giving himself slow strokes.
“Sugar, honey, iced tea.” I bit my lip as I watch him, popping open the top button of my jeans. I licked my lips as he sucked in a breath.
“Fuck, Hazel, when you do that, I want nothing more than to make you mine. You are so beautiful, so perfect.”
Slow and teasingly, I rubbed myself through my jeans. He was there instantly, pulling my jeans down.
“Wow, you are fast.” He looked up at me and winked.
“Only when I need to be.”
His mouth was on my nipple, sucking through the sheer black lace of my bra. His hand trailed down my belly and cupped my pussy through my panties, rubbing the heel of his hand over my clit. I threw my head back. The pleasure was incredible. I reached between us and circled his thick cock with my hand and lazily stroked it. I felt his moan on my nipple as he thrust his hips into my hand.
