The Day Shift - Prequel Short Story #3
In one climax, he took me high enough to touch the stars, and he hadn’t even removed my panties yet.
A cry bubbled up, carried on an explosive breath that burst from my chest. How long had it been since I’d enjoyed a man’s touch—a year?
Two? Whenever it was, it had been nowhere close to the way Adrian made my body sing with pleasure.
My entire body thrummed, flushed with heat and tingling head to toe.
“Looks like I had thirty seconds left. Figured I may as well take my time.” He stroked over the wet strip of fabric between my thighs, even as my core continued to contract and shudder in orgasmic bliss. “Easy to do, when this body is so responsive and easy to please.”
In my daze, I couldn’t determine whether that was a compliment or not.
He lowered my feet back to the floor and stood, keeping his hands on my hips to hold me steady.
“That wasn’t a fuck,” I said when I caught my breath and remembered how to speak. “It was good, but it wasn’t a fuck.”
“Only good, huh?” His lips traced down my throat, and I ached for the bite he didn’t give me. “You never specified.”
Boldness led my hand below his belt. I pressed with my palm and kneaded the outline of his cock. Holy shit, not only was the length as hard as granite, but he was huge, impressive enough for me to doubt whether he’d comfortably fit at all.
“I’m specifying now.”
“Five minutes isn’t long enough with you, Emmaleigh. Not when I’ve wanted you like this.”
Wanted me? His words evoked a sharp pang of hope. “Good. I need longer.”
Our eyes met and held, as if we were both taking a moment to realize what was being said, recognizing our mutual admissions. He wanted me. I wanted him.
Our clothes came off in a rush. As much as I’d have liked to strip him down myself, I had no patience for it.
Apparently, neither did he, but I at least had the chance to admire him once I tossed my sweater and camisole over the back of the chair.
Shameless, I stood nude before him, and we drank each other in.
How could one man be so perfect? Eager to learn his body, my fingers traversed his broad, muscled shoulders and sculpted chest dusted with glorious, silken strands of hair.
Down lower, I appraised the chiseled definition of his washboard abs, but even they paled in comparison to the magnificent cock begging for my touch.
The length flexed upward, caught when my fingers curled around it and glided from root to tip, testing the thickness of him in my hand. I couldn’t find an inch of him that wasn’t flawless. I cupped his balls in my other hand, and Adrian’s breath hissed out between his teeth.
“Like that, do you?”
A single drop of pre-cum beaded against his velvet-smooth cockhead, and I delighted in smearing it with a sweep from my thumb, circling the moisture around his crowned ridge.
He took my hands away and pinned my wrists to the wall. Someone didn’t like to be at the mercy of others.
“I can’t promise to be gentle,” he warned.
“I never asked you to be.”
I wanted this beyond my ability to form desire into words. With my arms above my head and body elongated, every inch of me was exposed, raw, and vulnerable.
Adrian began by teasing the tips of my breasts, the cool air pebbling them into hard points long before his teeth skimmed the pale pink areola.
Barely two minutes into our foreplay, and I was already trembling like a leaf in a hurricane wind.
His kisses ascended my body with the occasional pause to lavish affection—a pause above my heart, another lingering near my jugular.
His canines glided over my throat, and I waited in suspense for the sharp sting of his fangs, the bliss of penetration in more ways than one.
“Please,” I murmured.
“Patience,” he coaxed me. Each time he lingered, my skin buzzed with anticipation, and I wondered if that would be the spot. His lips paused at my breast, and my toes curled against the floor when he took the stiff peak into his mouth.
My core tightened, clenching with nothing to fill it while I wished he was deep inside me. “Adrian,” I moaned out loud. “I need you inside me.”
He released my nipple with an audible pop then murmured, “Good things to those who wait.”
Sadist.
“Remember what I said about savoring?”
“Y-yeah?”
“I’m going to savor every moment of this.
” He dropped one hand between us, and then his cock dragged between my folds, sliding over slick skin and gathering my wetness onto itself.
Anticipation made me quiver and lean in toward him.
He moved in slow, rhythmic rocks, gliding his dick back and forth without pushing inside, without claiming me.
Each stimulating nudge against my clit increased my desperation for fulfillment and mounting need.
“Adrian, please!”
It had to require as much of his self-control to resist me as it did to hold myself back from hurling him into the desk chair and impaling myself on his cock.
I wanted to, but it wasn’t a battle of strength I could win.
Even if we weren’t both supernatural creatures, he’d still be huge and muscular, built like some big, strapping Scotsman who belonged in a kilt charging into battle to fight off the English crown.
He released my other wrist and took me by one thigh instead, lifting my left leg until it was hooked over his hip.
The blunt tip of him found my entrance, and a forward rock fed his cock to me in a deep, hilted thrust. He paused to collect his bearings, breaths hard, eyes smoldering with desire that turned me molten with need for him, need for more.
A slick backstroke nearly parted us, but before I could protest, he sank in anew, the force of his thrust slapping my ass against the wall.
He set the pace, and I gave him the lead, arms wrapped around his shoulders.
His lips were softer and gentler than I’d expected, every kiss from him alighting my body with sensation and desire for more between us.
Each slow kiss made my heart ache, until at last our lips parted and he traced his way to the spot below my ear.
Everything leading up to his bite was pure seduction, but the moment itself was ecstasy. My head tilted back against the stone wall, and my mouth fell open in a soundless cry. Bliss, sweet and hot, flooded my system as he let my blood fill his mouth.
Bites between our kind were intimate, something done only between lovers or sire and child. Even close friends didn’t share blood kisses, and over a decade had passed since I’d allowed anyone to sip from me…since I’d wanted anyone to.
Adrian growled as the tension inside me uncoiled in one triumphant burst. The steady rhythm of climax shuddered around his cock. “How can you taste…so fucking sweet?”
I made a low sound of lust in response, although it didn’t sound remotely human. His name fell from my lips in a keening mantra, crying out to him again and again with each thrust of his hips and beat of my heart. He licked the twin puncture marks closed and captured my mouth again.
His pace quickened, impassioned and needy strokes pushing through my shuddering walls, prolonging the pleasure while building it up all over again.
We thumped against the wall, and our coordinated pace was lost to a reckless grind, meeting each other wildly as wet skin slapped against skin.
My shoulder hit against a whiteboard and knocked it to the floor.
With his next thrust, he found his own release and my second.
They came together in a single moment of pure perfection.
The room around us blurred in my vision, leaving his face as the only thing in focus.
Sweat beaded around his brow, and I loved the magnificent glow of it against his shoulders and skin.
Adrian glanced over his shoulder toward the monitors. He squinted and stared for a moment, but I was too blinded by the fog of lust to focus on whatever had his attention, like coming with him had drawn a haze over my mind too thick for coherent thoughts to penetrate.
“Something wrong?”
“No. We’re good.”
After he delivered another kiss beneath my ear, I realized the spot where he bit me was still tender, healed but as sensitive as the aching place between my thighs. My body hummed with the anticipation of receiving another bite. He turned his face away.
“Again?” he asked.
“Hm?”
His quiet chuckle against my ear sent another shiver tingling down my spine. “Are you done savoring, or do you have enough stamina for another go at it?”
Only Adrian could make an offer of a second round of sex sound like a sparring challenge. Moments later, he pulled me astride him in the chair, and I was the one in control, his hands guiding my hips as I set a leisurely pace with long strokes and tender, exploring touches.
***
Hours later, we’d vented the room and filled it with the smell of coffee instead of sex.
Adrian sat beside me with a hot mug of his boring, black brew, while I tried to focus on doing my job and impressing him with my ability to remain awake after two rounds of spectacular sex.
Enough endorphins rushed through me to stay awake through twenty more hours of sunshine.
“You should drink your blood,” Adrian suggested.
I glanced at the half-empty pack on the console between us. I’d drained most of it in a few sips. “You didn’t have to fetch me an extra blood pack.”
“You need it; believe me. Your cheeks are still pale.”
“I’m always pale,” I muttered.
His fingers touched my cheek, feather light and brief before falling away.
Without arguing further, I slurped down the rest of my Type O and tossed the empty package in the bin.
“Doesn’t look like anyone made a run for the blood bank,” Adrian mused while studying the two hours we’d missed while indulged in a sexual frenzy.
“I wouldn’t try to steal extra rations, either, if I knew you were on watch tonight.”
He grimaced. “Good point.”
With our final hour ahead of us, we’d gone back to all business. Mostly. I’d never heard him string together so many sentences in all of the two years since my arrival. He’d actually had me convinced he was some kind of Scottish Neanderthal with a twelve-word vocabulary.
“There’s Jensen and McMichael.” Adrian drew my attention to the pair of vampires on the monitor. “Mind letting them in?”
“Sure.”
The console room was one of two areas kept under twenty-four-hour guard.
The other was the stone mortuary, where one of the original ancients slept in a state of perpetual hibernation.
Each of the seven great covens was responsible for one, and our vampiric ancestors depended on us to safeguard their sleep from leeches—vampires who would prey on them as they slept and drink their powerful blood.
Our relief greeted us with curt nods and professional attitudes. I blamed Adrian for that. Any other night they would have cracked a joke or asked for whatever juicy bit of information had been turned up during the watch, like the two vamps in the closet.
Once we left behind the console room and ambled toward the stairs, Adrian fell quiet again, and the joking, easygoing atmosphere between us dwindled into something awkward and silent.
The official end of the shift meant we were no longer on the same level, restoring him to the position of authority over me that separated vampires from their elders.
I wet my lips with my tongue and studied his profile when we reached the stairs.
Memory of our entwined bodies flashed in my mind—his touch, his kisses, and the sound of his laughter.
The hungry gleam in his silver eyes. I wanted more of them, and the temptation turned my mind into pudding, robbing me of the ability to create responsible and intelligent ideas.
“Stay with me this afternoon,” I blurted, voice low. “No one has to know.”
“Won’t your friends come by to see you?”
“After a midday watch?” I scoffed and shook my head. “No. Trust me—they know better.”
Adrian glanced down the hall, but I traced the direction of his gaze to the security camera.
Cameras didn’t monitor the residential floor in the main building, and once we ascended to the upper level, no one would be any wiser.
And since he lived on the third, uppermost floor with the other elders, he’d have to pass through my floor to go to bed. ..
He sighed, and disappointment shot through me like a lance.
“Never mind, then—”
“All right.”
“Yeah?”
That same smirk I’d seen earlier in the day showed again. He gestured down the hall to my door, and I hurried ahead to fumble in my passcode. He moved up behind me, close enough to press into me, and what I felt spurred my clumsy fingers into tapping out the correct sequence.
The door had barely closed behind us before our clothes hit the floor and he tossed me on the bed.
Maybe it wouldn’t last for more than a night. I didn’t know where our time would end, but I was willing to accept the chance to live in the moment.
To savor what time we had.