Cherishing Destiny (A Dangerous Destiny) (32 page)

Her breasts were on fire, but she didn’t think she had ever
been so wet and ready.  She knew that he was not going to satisfy her quickly
though.  She saw the way he’d looked at her, and she knew he had an agenda when
he stopped feeding so soon.  She prepared herself for a long session of pain
and ecstasy.  He moved his arm from around her waist to down under her bottom. 
He held her tight against him and lifted her with just the one arm and he
didn’t let go of her nipples as he stood with her pressed tight against him. 
He walked with her toward the corridor, letting go of her swelling knob just
long enough to reach down and scoop up a sheet from the makeshift bed. 

He carried her into the kitchen and he set her on the high
island counter and let go of her throbbing nipples.  He took the sheet and
ripped it into pieces that he twisted into rope.  He tied her wrists together
and looped a longer piece of the cord he made around the binding between her
wrists.  He threw the other end up and over a heavy pipe that ran across the
ceiling.  Now she knew why he brought her to the kitchen.  He put a little step
stool under her feet and stood her on it to bring her height closer to his,
then he pulled the rope taut, making her stand on her tiptoes on the stool
while he tied off the end.  He left her dangling like that as he stripped
slowly.  She watched him pull his tight t-shirt over his head, exposing his
sculpted abs and chest, which was baby smooth.  The only hair on his front,
above the pants he was wearing, was the faint line of soft hair that ran from
his navel down to his groin making a perfect arrow of the v muscles of his
abdomen, disappearing into the top of his jeans that hung just a little loose
around his narrow hips.  She could see that the front of his jeans bulged with
the rising erection he sported and, as if to remove any doubt of its existence,
Alex opened his pants and let them fall to his ankles, showing her the enormous
swollen staff.  He wore no underwear and he stepped easily out of the jeans
around his ankles, kicking them aside and standing before her in all his
masculine glory. 

Oh my God, he is the most beautiful man I have
ever seen.
Her mouth literally began to water and he was just standing
there looking at her.  This is torture, she thought, waiting in anticipation of
what he would do next.  His mouth turned up at the corners, looking just a
little like an evil smile.

He started walking around her in a tight circle, close
enough to her that he could let his steely shaft rub against her if he wanted. 
He unfastened her jeans that Reginald had done such an admirable job of
sizing.  They were snug and cupped her ass perfectly, making his dick hard
whenever he watched her walk around in them, swaying her hips.  He pulled them
off of her, kneeling as he pushed them off of her ankles, placing her round
bottom directly in front of his face. He nipped a smooth, creamy cheek as he
stood back up.  He took a small piece of sheet that he saved for the purpose
and tied it around her eyes, leaving her blind and anxiously trying to anticipate
him.  He walked around her slowly looking at her delicious flesh.  A small
trickle of blood was running from the bite on her breast down to gather and drip
from the tip of her swollen, red nipple.  He couldn’t help himself, he clamped
on to the tit with his mouth, lapping at the blood and sucking every drop from
the throbbing nubbin that was nearly twice its normal size.  As she sucked in
her breath, he could feel her pushing her damp mound against him in her lust.
He continued to circle her slowly sometimes just letting his breath touch her
skin. She trembled with desire. He stopped behind her again and let his
straining rod rest in the crack of her beautiful ass while he reached around
and cupped her wet mound.  He let a finger slide between her folds and found
the pulsing bud, hard and waiting.  He rubbed and played with it until she was
panting and arching against his hand. 

He pulled away from her and left her hanging there
untouched while he explored the kitchen a little finding a plastic spatula that
he thought might make a marvelous paddle.  He slapped her ass with his hand
first because he wanted to touch her.  She squealed, and her cheek showed the
bright red impression of his hand.  He slapped her other cheek with the paddle,
and she yelped again.  Her cries were making his cock so hard he wanted to explode. 
He liked the way she reacted to the paddling, and he kept it up for a while, so
excited when he smacked her a few more times that he touched himself rubbing
down the length of his shaft to his balls that felt heavy and swollen. 

He had to stop. He wanted to pump his straining rod into
her wet depths, but he made a promise and he couldn’t believe after all these
centuries, he found himself wanting to break it, even if Aurora was encouraging
it.  He didn’t want to be in love with this little human, but Aurora brought
her into their lives and their bed and now he was losing his control with her. 
He left her untouched for so long that she called out his name.  The sound of
her voice made his member jump with need.  He went to her and pulled her legs
apart, dropping them over his shoulders and bringing her moist folds to his
probing tongue.  He lapped at her dewy opening and penetrated her with his
tongue.  He sucked her little bud into his mouth, playing over it with his
teeth and tongue.  She bucked against his lips and came so hard that she was
screaming her ecstasy.  He turned his head and sank his fangs into her creamy
thigh and drank the sweet blood that burst from her until he was consumed by
his own blood lust. He could hardly stand it, and he pumped his own cock in his
fist while she was still riding the wave of her climax, and when he knew he
could not hold back any longer, he lowered her legs and pressed himself against
her, coming on her taut sexy stomach.  

He untied her and let her down and she sat on the little
stool unable to move on quivering legs. He heated water in the fire to fill a
bath for her and when her bath was ready for her he carried her to it.  He was
gentle with her now, and she relaxed into his care.  When the residual pleasure
in her pain wore off, and only soreness was left, he healed the breasts and
sweet cheeks, he had abused so that they could start all over anytime they
wanted.  They were both lazy and satisfied, but there remained a tension
between them in the silence.  They were both longing for the one thing they didn’t
share, and it was weighing on them, even if neither would ever speak of it.   

Thirty
-four

Lily finished examining Aurora, again as she had been every
half an hour or so. 

“You are only partially dilated, and things don’t seem to
be progressing,” she said. “I am a little concerned for the baby.”

Ryan, who was hovering in the doorway, came rushing in.
“What do you mean?” he demanded, looking decidedly scared.

Lily spoke calmly. “Nothing yet. It’s just that long labor
can put a lot of stress on a baby. Right now her heartbeat is strong, and she
seems fine, but I don’t want to go another night with her in full labor.”

Ryan’s hand was on Aurora again, protectively, and he felt
her belly harden and clench with her next contraction.  “What can we do?”

“Maybe a C-section, but I don’t want to go there yet.  It’s
something I would normally have a doctor doing, not trying here in my house.” 
Lily shook her head, but she knew the days of having a hospital and doctors as back-up
were long gone for the mid-wives. Aurora had been in labor for nearly
twenty-eight hours, and she had to consider the possibility that she may have
to cut the Vampire.  She didn’t say anything to the others, but she was also
worried that her own mild contractions were not stopping, and she did not want
to have to try delivering Aurora’s baby while in labor, herself. 

Lily had been in contact with an old
Were
herb-woman
that was living alone and secluded between the
Were
settlement and the
human villages.  She moved in both worlds as she pleased, passing herself off
as human when in the village and moving freely among the
Weres
when she
chose to.  Her name was Greta, and Lily had heard that she was around three
hundred years old.  She never had the courage to ask Greta directly.  Greta
made Lily a little nervous.  Lily suspected that Greta practiced some questionable
arts with regard to spells and spirits, and she was cautious around her. But,
Greta was the only truly experienced mid-wife around right now to be able to
help Lily deliver, and Greta was not far.  So, passing a message to Stephan
through Ryan, asking him to fetch her, if possible, was not a suspicious request
and everyone just assumed that she was asking for help with Aurora.  So far no
one suspected that she was getting ready to deliver herself. 

As the afternoon wore on, Lily tried to nap a little in a
soft chair in Aurora’s room.  She also had Ryan bring in a birthing chair in
preparation for the delivery.  She fell asleep, exhausted, and was panicked
when she awoke and saw the afternoon light was nearly gone. 

“Ryan. How long have I slept?” she asked wide-eyed as she
was trying to heave her bulk out of the chair. 

“I don’t know.  Maybe a couple of hours.  Aurora said not
to wake you, that you needed the rest.”  He began to catch her panic and was on
his feet immediately helping her. “Did I do something wrong?” he asked.

“I just need to check on Aurora,” she said trying to sound
calmer so he wouldn’t freak out. 

Aurora was dozing lightly even in hard labor as she was
also exhausted.  She was roused by their voices and caught the distress in the
sound.  “What’s the matter?” she asked. 

“Nothing,” Lily said, “but, you shouldn’t let me sleep that
long without checking on you.”  She went straight to examine Aurora again. 
“Thank the spirits!” she said. “You are finally almost fully dilated, and if we
break your water, you can start pushing.”  She and Ryan helped Aurora into the
birthing chair, and Ryan stood behind Aurora holding her hands as she pushed
when Lily instructed.  In the middle of the effort, Stephan arrived with Old
Greta.

The wrinkled old woman, did not interfere with Lily, but
was there when she asked.  She was nearly as fascinated by the idea of a
pregnant Vampire as Lily.  When Lily held the squirming crying infant at last,
Greta moved in, clamped and cut the cord.  Lily was cleaning up the baby girl-
Aurora had been right about that- and Greta delivered the placenta into a
basin, setting it aside and helping Aurora wash up and get back in bed.  Ryan
assisted them and as soon as Aurora was tucked in he rushed over to hover around
Lily and the baby. 

She squalled and shook her fists.  “She looks so strong and
healthy for such a tiny thing,” he commented.

“She’s not so tiny for a newborn,” Lily answered. “She’s
one of the biggest babies I’ve ever delivered, and her eyes are startling, not
cloudy like a newborn, but she looks completely human otherwise.  Her heartbeat
is strong, and her breathing is normal.”

Ryan held out his arms to take her, when Lily finished the examination. 
He held her properly as if he had been doing it for years and as soon as he
settled her in the crook of his arm and looked into her tiny face, she quieted
instantly.  Lily dropped, exhausted, back into the chair she had been napping
in earlier.  She put her elbow on the arm and leaned on her hand, watching in
awe at the interaction between Ryan and the baby.  The baby opened her eyes
wide to stare at the face above her and Ryan understood what Lily meant about
her eyes being startling.  Her eyes were an impossibly intense shade of emerald
green, and they were perfectly clear and focused, unlike the usual cloudy eyes
of a newborn.  She was reaching out with her flailing arms and was clutching at
his chin as he smiled and cooed at her.  Lily listened as he started talking to
her again in that language she had meant to ask him about, but never did.  If
she hadn’t been so tired, she might have noticed Greta stiffen and stare when
she heard him talking too, but instead, Greta just gathered up the bloody
cloths and the basin and slipped out of the room. 

Ryan carried the quiet girl to her mother’s bedside but
didn’t hand her over just yet.  He gently ran his finger tips over the baby’s mass
of black, shiny hair.  The color was so black and glossy that it made his own untidy,
black mass look dull in comparison.  But her unruly locks were sticking up in
an imitation of his spiky mane.  He ran a hand through his haphazard spikes and
smiled at Aurora.  “She looks just like me.” He was laughing and clearly
kidding around, and Aurora smiled tiredly back at him.  He continued to talk
and rock and touch the baby he’d been so anxiously waiting for and lost
awareness of the others in the room until he heard Lily.

“What’s her name?” Lily was asking Aurora. Ryan looked up,
interested to hear the answer too, but Aurora was fast asleep with that smile
still on her face. 

∞∞∞

Greta carried the bloody things to the kitchen and rummaged
around until she found a large mason jar. She tipped the contents of the basin
into the wide mouth.  Aurora’s placenta and the umbilical slid into the jar,
and she sealed it up, putting it in her oversized carpet bag of medicinal herbs
and who knew what else.   She was just cleaning up the basin after putting the
rags in a laundry basket, when the back door into the kitchen flew open, and a large
golden Vampire, a small human woman and a young
Were
burst in.