Desires Unleashed (27 page)

Darian withdrew his hand, smiling wickedly at his lover. Pressing his hand on the other man's shoulder, he urged him to roll onto his stomach. Darian covered Xavier's body with his own and began to plant soft, tender kisses on Xavier's shoulder blades, moving lower to the rise of his buttocks. Darian's tongue found his lover's inner passions causing him to cry out, his back arching as his hands gripped the sheets. His eyes closed tightly as his mouth opened, panting. After several minutes, Darian rolled him over onto his back. He gently tortured Xavier with grazing nips of his teeth, before satisfying their mutual longing by pressing his lips to Xavier's in a passionate kiss. Darian's tongue teased and tasted before he withdrew, lowering his head to plant a single kiss on Xavier's neck.

Xavier moaned deeply, pressing himself closer to Darian as his lover's hands slid under his legs, placing his calves around his waist. Darian reached for the bottle of oil he had used earlier and poured more into his right palm. He rubbed it on himself, groaning softly with the pleasure of the act. He poured the remaining oil over Xavier's opening, while inserting his fingers to assure for an easy entry. As Darian moved forward, Xavier felt his hardness penetrate him, his arms encircled Darian's shoulders, his legs tightened around his lover's waist. He felt the indescribable pleasure spreading throughout his body as Darian began thrusting into him. He moaned loudly with each thrust, nails digging deeply into his lover's back, drawing blood. The scent of the blood mingled in the air with their lust, heightening their passion.

Darian began to pump faster as he felt himself approaching the point of no return. The pleasurable sensation started at a low, boiling heat deep within his groin, then like a volcano, it shot throughout all of his limbs, and he thrust hard one final time, biting his bottom lip. Unable to contain his ecstasy, he cried out. Xavier's entire body tensed along with Darian's final thrust, echoing Darian's cry. His grip tightened around his lover as he felt the searing release erupt from their bodies. Darian collapsed on top of Xavier, bodies entwined as they kissed softly. Small tremors still rippled through their limbs as they relaxed in the afterglow. Darian looked into Xavier's eyes, smiling.

“You know that I love you, don't you?” he asked Xavier cocked his head, and smiled warmly. “Yes, and I love you.” He kissed Darian deeply for several moments, before the older man rolled reluctantly to the side. Putting his hands behind his head, he stared at the opening in the four-poster canopy bed, looking at the chandelier. He smiled. He looked over at the window and saw the first sign of the morning coming through. He looked at Xavier, who was already fast asleep. He chuckled and climbed out of the bed to close the heavy, thick, black-velvet drapes. He knew that the other vampires were tucked safely in their own bedding. Once the room was enveloped in darkness, he climbed back into bed and pulled Xavier's body to his, resting his head on the other man's chest as his arm held him close. He closed his eyes and let the sleep take him.

CHAPTER 16

N
atasha woke up in the little, white hospital bed, the light from the bright sun burning her eyes. She raised her hand to shade her sensitive eyes from the heated rays. She looked around the room and she saw
her roommate sitting up, eating breakfast. The little grey haired old lady was grinding the mushy food in her mouth. She looked at Natasha and smiled, her dentures had been removed, exposing a mouth full of pink gums. Natasha shivered mentally as she thought about that being her fate in the next fifty or so years. The young never wanted to age. She smiled back at the lady.

“You look better today, how are you feeling?” she asked the woman.

“Oh, darling, I'm feeling a lot better, but how about you? You laid there and whimpered all through the night. Kept saying something like, 'don't drive'. Were you one of those young gals hurt in that terrible car accident that was all over the television news?” she asked.

“Yeah, I am. Wait a minute, you
said that I was talking in my sleep? That's funny, I don't recall ever talking in my sleep. I also keep having these weird dreams. One right after another. They were really strange. I don't normally dream unless I forget to take my medicine or something and that only
happened once. But this is really weird. I know I sustained a concussion
in the accident, that may have something to do with it.”
She
looked at the old woman sitting there, watching her babble. “I'm sure you don't have the faintest idea of what I'm talking about do you? Don't worry about me, I'll probably get better once I get out
of here.”

“Why do you say that?” asked
the
petite, elderly lady. Her thinning gray hair resembled a tangled mop. She looked to be about sixty-five years old or so to Natasha.

“Well, I hate hospitals, hate them. I get all anxious when I have to go to them. I keep thinking someone else's illness is going to jump out of their body into mine. I know it's ridiculous, but come on, it's a hospital, all sorts of germs and unidentified viruses are floating around. To me, it's a war zone in here!”

The elderly woman laughed until tears ran from her eyes, slapping the side of her thigh. Natasha sat there stunned for a moment, she hadn't meant to be comical, that was just how she felt. Then she thought about how she must have sounded to the other woman, who had seen so many years pass.

The thought of such a young woman having a fear of hospitals was just as endearing to her as it was absurd. The elderly woman took a napkin from the table and dabbed her eyes with it.

“Ohh, that was precious. Sweetheart, I've never heard of anyone becoming ill in a hospital. All the dangers are out there, honey child, all the crazies and creepy crawlies are out there. I mean, can you believe that all these dead people are walking around drinking our blood, and these monsters that turn into animals? It's like the normal world has been warped into some kind of horrible horror movie!” she said, obviously upset about having to live in a world with the supernaturals. Natasha couldn't blame her. Until last night, she had felt the same way. But there was something about Xavier that was more humane than most of the men she'd ever met. Considering that, she was willing to take a peek over the other side of the fence, hoping her curiosity doesn't kill the cat, the
cat
being her.

“Well, I know what you mean, ma'am. It's like, you have to worry about all sorts of things now. When you walk down the street you have to be careful, not just at night like it used to be, but during the day as well. I've never met one of those shape-shifters, and I don't think I ever want to. It still creeps me out that my body smells like food to them.”

“Tell me about it. I saw one of them damn animal people one day on the news. They were doing some kind of report to try to ease our anxieties, or so they said. But the damn report only made me more nervous! It was like actually looking at proof that they really do exist!” She shook her head in dismay.

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Natasha said as she sat up in her bed. “When I first heard about them, I thought it was a hoax, you know? I mean, really, vampires and werewolves? But it's as real as it gets. I heard that they all have superhuman strength and power-”

“And,” the elderly lady cut her off. “It ain't nothing like the movies, ya know! Garlic, crosses, none of that works! But at least the silver bullets work on them damn animal people. That's good news,” the woman said as she nodded. Natasha wasn't so sure if she could determine who was considered to be the most dangerous. Mortal men, who have plagued her and every other woman who had dared to walk the streets at night, or a supernatural creature. She rated both of the groups even, if you could call it even.

“So, if you don't mind me asking, why are you in here?” Natasha asked.

“Are you afraid I might give you something?” the lady joked. Natasha had not thought about it until just then.

“Well , now that you've mentioned it!” she said, laughing.

“Well, I was attacked by one of those damned bloodsucking monsters. I was coming home from my job when one of them grabbed me and carried me into an alley.” She paused, remembering the horrifying experience. Natasha's mouth had dropped open. Here she was, sitting in the same room with a survivor of a vampire attack. It was even more amazing than a survivor of a shark attack. The elderly woman continued. Her thinning grey hair was a messy mop around her head. Natasha wondered if she had any family, would anyone come to comb her hair, or talk to her? Natasha hadn't seen any friends or relatives come to visit the elderly lady since she'd been there. She was starting to wonder if the woman had any loved ones...who returned the love.

“The thing bit me! And I screamed, darling! Let me tell you, I screamed like I've never screamed in my life! Those long, sharp, painful teeth went into my neck. Then there was something else. It made me feel funny inside. These bloodsuckers are some dangerous things.” She was nodding, agreeing with herself. “So, how did you survive?”

“Well, I thought I was going to die, my body felt light and there was this tingly feeling in my arms and legs and...” she blushed and trailed off.

Natasha chose not to press regarding the intensity of a vampire's bite. She had heard rumors and had her own speculations. She was not interested in hearing about this sweet, old lady getting off on vampire sex. No, no, not at all. The mere thought made Natasha shiver with repulsion.

“Well, this tall, dark haired man came out of nowhere and saved me, he threw the vampire off me. And the funny thing is, he told the mean vampire to take care of me. At first, I was scared that meant that he was going to put me in a dumpster or something, but he brought me here, then ran away. Strange, isn't it?” the lady asked, obviously perplexed.

Natasha nodded, wondering who the lady's savior was. The elderly woman didn't know it, but Natasha guessed that the other man was also a vampire, a stronger vampire. She wondered if Xavier would know anything about it. Then she wondered if the woman's savior was Xavier. He was tall, and handsome, and had dark brown hair; she thought about how romantic that would be, Xavier, a knight in shining armor. Keeping the streets safe for damsels in distress. Then she came back to herself. Xavier was probably at the club when this elderly lady was attacked. But he was still a handsome gentleman, who's to say he couldn't be a knight in shining armor?

Natasha began to feel the increasing pressure in her bladder the longer she sat on the bed. It was obviously time to climb out of the bed even though she didn't want to. Her body was still slightly sore, like she had a good two hour workout after not working out in years. Even her buttocks hurt a little. She pulled the sheets back and headed for the bathroom. After she finished doing her business, she began her morning ritual of washing her body, and brushing her teeth; these things simply had to be done. After about twenty minutes she emerged from the bathroom, turning her attention to the TV. The other woman had turned on one of the reality court TV shows, where two people battled over who pays whom, because they found so and so sleeping in their bed with their best friend's dog, or some crazy shit like that.

“You like your court shows too, eh, just like my grandmother used to. She loved that one court show, every afternoon she had to watch Judge Walter,” Natasha said as she climbed back into the bed. The old woman laughed and nodded, then began to explain to Natasha what was going on in the court drama. Natasha pretended to care, she wasn't sure if it was a good idea to pretend to care. That may spark up more details which she did
not
want to know.

“Oh, really, well, I hope she gets paid,” Natasha said to appease the woman, who had just explained that a lady was suing her landlord for not installing a smoke alarm in her apartment. Because of this, she lost her fur coat and other belongings in a fire that she started in her bedroom, from falling asleep while smoking a cigarette. The landlord was counter-suing for damages done to the apartment due to the fire.
What was the world coming to?
Natasha thought as she buzzed for the nurse. She wanted something to eat, even if it was hospital food. The same nurse from the day before came into the room, smiling.

“How are you feeling today, Miss Hemingway?” the nurse asked as she removed the IV bag and the needle from Natasha's arm. Natasha was relieved, she had wanted to pull the vicious little needle out and toss it across the room from the very first day.

“Oh, I'm fine, just starving. What's for breakfast?” she asked, knowing that it was nothing she really wanted to eat. No wonder people always lost weight when they went into the hospital. One thing was for certain, forget about
Slim and Trimmer
and all the other lose weight fast diet plans, all one needed to do was admit oneself into the hospital for two weeks and come out looking like a brand new person. Natasha smiled to herself as she thought about the weight loss alternative.

“Well, we have the lunch menu ready, that will be a side salad, strawberry gelatin, and turkey sandwich,” the nurse said as if she was at a restaurant, where the food was actually desirable. Natasha fought the urge to gag. She just smiled at the nurse.