Chapter 18 Kathryn
Kathryn
Iwoke up with a start. I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but it was fully nighttime now. Crap, I’d fallen asleep after coming my brains out, not even staying awake long enough to return the favor.
“You’re thinking pretty hard over there.” Darla’s voice came from behind me. “You’re not having regrets, are you?”
I rolled over to face her. “I’m regretting not reciprocating,” I said.
Pressing my lips against hers, I gave her a quick kiss. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be sorry, I enjoyed watching you sleep, it was a beautiful sight.” Then she winced. “Oh, that sounds creepy, doesn’t it?”
“Kind of,” I laughed. “But I don’t mind.”
I kissed her again, then propped my head up on my hand so I could watch her face.
“Can I ask you a question?”
“Yeah.”
“Were your fangs out when you went down on me? I thought I felt them.”
She hesitated, like she wasn’t sure what I wanted to hear. “Not at first, but yeah, sometimes when I’m feeling strong emotions, they come out.”
I remembered the way she’d let her vamp out when I went down on her against my bedroom door last night.
“What does it feel like?” I asked. “If it doesn’t make you uncomfortable to talk about.”
“It doesn’t, it’s just hard to describe.
There’s like, an order I guess, to how things happen when my vamp comes out,” she explained.
“Like most shifters, they’re either in their human form or their animal form, they can’t shift partway unless they’re extreme alphas like Lois.
But with vamps, usually it’s the fangs that happen first. Our lips turn blood red, and our nails lengthen into sharp points, even though the shape of our fingers stays the same.
Our body expands a little bit, like we’ve drawn up to our full heights and taken a deep breath.
There’s like an energy we’re exuding. Then our vision narrows, and our eyes look red.
Sometimes our foreheads get bumpy, but that’s mostly when we’re in a dangerous situation.
But all that doesn’t happen simultaneously, not like the shifters, or a vampire in a movie, although it can definitely happen super fast when needed. ”
This was fascinating. I’d read a lot about the physiology of shifters, but there was less documented about vampires. Even less about fae, but I’d never met a fae, at least not to my knowledge.
“Because it happens in stages, than means you stop right? Like have your fangs and nails transformed but not the rest?”
She nodded. “Yeah, that’s one of the things that makes us good fighters and protectors. We can use just what we need for the situation.”
“I wish we learned more about this in medical school.”
“There’s probably no use in you doing that though since supes don’t get most human diseases. We have super immunity and super healing. When we get injured, usually some rest takes care of it, or we work with one of our healers.”
“There’s a lot human doctors can learn from you,” I said. “Researchers should be studying how to give humans improved healing and immunity instead of how to turn them into weapons.”
“That’s the nature of humankind isn’t it? Whether it’s full human or supernatural human hybrids, there’s always someone trying to get something for themselves. Greed is universal.”
I nodded sadly. “Yeah. But enough serious conversation, I believe I owe you an orgasm.”
“We’re not keeping score,” she said.
I flopped down on my back. “Well, if you don’t want one…”
“Hey,” she protested with a laugh. “I didn’t say that!”
I rolled back over again, dragging the comforter off her body. “Spread ‘em.”
Darla laughed, widening her legs as instructed.
I lay half on my side, half on top of her, and gave her a kiss.
While we made out, I moved my hand down her body, teasing her breasts and sliding over the soft skin of her belly before I cupped her mound, giving it a firm squeeze.
She moaned against my lips, and I did it again.
Her channel was dripping wet, and I stroked her up and down, before spearing her with one finger. It slid in easily, so I added a second, pumping in and out while I continued to make love to her mouth.
When I added a third finger, Darla broke the kiss.
“Yes, that feels so good. But harder, please. Harder.”
I obliged, pumping my fingers in and out roughly, fucking her with my hand while peppering her with little kisses on her face, neck, and shoulders. Darla’s eyes were squeezed shut, her face a mask of concentration while she chased her release.
Wanting to get her out of her head, I leaned down and bit down on one nipple, hard enough to make her cry out. Then I did it again, shifting my hand so I could press my thumb against the swollen bud of her clit.
“Kathryn,” she panted. “Mate!”
I curled my fingers deep inside her, finding the rough patch of tissue that made Darla practically levitate off the bed.
She cried my name again as her orgasm hit her, making her shake beneath my hands.
It went on and on while I stroked and teased her.
When she finally stilled, I gave her another quick kiss, then bit the shell of her ear.
“How was that?”
“I’ll never be the same,” she said seriously.
“Good.”
We spent the night together, wrapped in each other’s arms. It wasn’t that I never had sleepovers, but I did them only rarely, mostly because I struggled to sleep.
After years as a doctor, I was constantly on alert, ready to wake up on a moment’s notice even when I wasn’t on shift.
But in Darla’s arms I fell into a deep and restorative sleep.
I woke up alone, the sheet next to me cold. I glanced at my Apple watch, shocked to see that it was nearly eight a.m. Damn it, we were due at the hospital in an hour.
The door opened just as I sat up.
“Oh good, you’re awake.” Darla walked over, setting a travel mug of coffee on the table next to me. “You’d better get ready, or we’ll be late for work.”
“I can’t believe I slept so late,” I said.
“You needed it I guess. I figured I’d let you sleep in for as long as you could.” She leaned over and gave me a hard kiss on the lips. “I’ll see you in the kitchen in a few minutes.”
I cleaned up quickly, changing into clothes I could wear to the hospital. I could have used a shower, but we didn’t have a lot of time before we had to leave. I knew I’d need to shower after my shift anyway, so I wiped down the important parts, put on some deodorant, and called it good.
Yuri was in the kitchen when I got there, Darla nowhere in sight.
“Good morning,” I said, ignoring his knowing grin. “Where’s Darla?”
“She steps outside to talk to big wolf boss,” he said. “Back soon. Here, I made you breakfast sandwich. You eat on the road.”
He handed me a foil wrapped sandwich the size of my head, as well as a banana and a napkin.
“What smells so good?” I asked, noticing the variety of delicious scents filling the kitchen. “It smells like a bakery in here.”
“I am nervous about date with my mate,” he said. “I wake up at four this morning and start baking for stress.”
He gestured to the counter where a selection of Tupperware containers and plastic wrapped items were stacked up to the bottom of the cabinet and my mouth dropped.
“What are you going to do with all of that?”
He shrugged. “You and Darla will eat. Or you take to hospital for friends.”
“Well, there’s nothing people like more than fresh baked goods in the employee lounge,” I said. “I’ll be sure to tell Stacy you baked these, then I can soften her up for your date.”
He frowned in confusion. “Why you are making her soft?”
I rolled in my lips to keep from laughing. “I mean…,” I paused, trying to think how to best explain the American idiom. “She will feel more favorable to you because she likes baked goods and will be impressed that you are such an excellent baker.”
Yuri smiled wide, turning to grab two giant armfuls of baked goods and set them on the table next to me. “You take these then, give to Stacy.”
He walked out as Darla walked in holding her own giant sandwich. She held it up and gave him a smile. “Thanks Yuri, this beats an Egg McMuffin from Micky D’s any day.”
“Is because I add herbs,” he said seriously. “You bring many baked goods to make my mate soft, okay?”
I could tell by Darla’s expression she had no idea what he was talking about, but she nodded affably. “Sure big guy, Kathryn and I will take care of it.”
“I leave bag here in bedroom,” Yuri said, “for next night when I’m back.”
“Sounds good,” Darla said. “I think Martha’s here tonight, but she won’t mind.”
Yuri headed out of the house, taking his own car for his date. After he left, I dug up a canvas bag, stacking a selection of baked good inside it. There were cakes, cookies, and what looked like some kind of lemon bars. Yuri was going to be the most popular guy in the ER after this.
“Did Yuri make all that?” she asked.
“Yeah, poor guy was stress baking all morning. I didn’t even know that we had all these ingredients at the house,” I said, throwing the bag around my shoulder.
Darla stalked closer and brought her hands up to cup my cheeks. She gave me a long, hard kiss that left me breathless, then stepped back, grabbing the bag of baked goods and putting it over her own shoulder. She nodded towards my sandwich.
“Grab your food and coffee, it’s time to bug out.”
“Where is Yuri taking Stacy for their date tonight?” I asked as we pulled away from the safe house.
“I’m not sure,” Darla said. “Maybe the restaurant he owns with his brothers. I know they’ll want to meet her.”
We both jumped as a loud explosion rocked the ground. Darla slowed, looking in the rear view.
“Damn it!”
“Was that…?”
I turned in my seat to see one side of the safe house engulfed in flames. Darla stepped on the gas, making the SUV shoot forward as she pressed a button on the dashboard.
“Yeah?” Lois’s voice filled the vehicle.
“The safe house in compromised,” Darla said.
“Attack?” Lois asked. I could hear her moving around, getting ready for action.
“They blew it up,” Darla answered. “Those bastards ruined all my Target housewares!”