Chapter 11 #2
"Never mind," he said, his voice thick. "I believe I understand the allure."
Mindy laughed deep in her throat and concentrated on what she was doing.
She could feel the tension in his body running before her touch, as if she shooed an animal from place to place.
His neck was tight until she worked on it, reaching up to stroke the corded muscle under his thick black hair.
Tonight he was very nearly as bearded a the other Vampyren, the usual stubble forming more of a whole.
It made his gold eyes look darker, his lips more sensual.
But for now she had his back to her and she ran her hands over the muscles of his shoulders, letting the heat of her hands and the heat of the water relax him as she stroked and scrubbed and washed and released even the most stubborn dried blood.
Down a bit then, to the center of his back, her fingertips following a tracery of scars.
With any other lover she'd ask, but with him –
He wasn't her lover.
She straightened up and tried to get her head back in the game.
Soaping. Stroking. Loving the feel of his satiny skin and the contrast of scar tissue.
Her hands went down to the slope of lower back, stroked over the high, round ass, dipping her fingers between his legs to wash there and finding his balls drawing up as if her touch excited him.
It excited her. She was wetter than the shower alone could make her.
Her breath had begun to come fast and unevenly.
She fondled him, loving the feeling of his balls in her hand, stroking and feeling his cock jolt away from her, hardening.
Still he held himself rigid in the same pose, head down, trusting her, for some reason, trusting himself to her ministrations.
She gentled him around, using care she shouldn't waste on a killer. His eyes were open and he watched her face. Mindy looked away from him. His mouth was coated in blood and she felt her stomach rise again.
She'd see to that later. For now, she concentrated on shoulders again, on the impressive pecs that were running with blood. He must have been naked or nearly so when he hunted and she found the image of him running naked erotic even as she found the hunt repellant.
Humans weren't supposed to have to deal with this.
The Vampyren weren't supposed to be on Earth.
They weren't supposed to exist.
She stroked her hands lower, washing his eight pack, stroking the gel over him, laving it on thickly, laughing in her throat at the thought of the botanicals being used on this rugged warrior.
He didn't respond to her soft sounds. He just stood, the hot water pounding onto him and the spray of her shower head hitting him. His black hair was plastered to his head, to his neck.
Then she reached down and took his cock in her hands and his eyes opened, he started to move away from her, and she knew she'd crossed another line, like touching herself would have been, maybe the female never took the lead like this.
She couldn't make herself care. She wanted to touch him, to run her hands up and down the thick, hard length of him, to feel a more tender side than she had when he had fucked her mouth or upended her over the sofa and pressed himself hard inside her.
After a second the tension went out of his upper body. He leaned into her, his arms now going to the tiled wall of the shower on one side and the glass door on the other. He was holding himself upright, affected by her touch, his erection bouncing in her hands.
"You're beautiful," she said wonderingly. How could she feel this after what he'd done? But it felt like she could compare him to a lion that had killed and eaten prey.
"Beauty is for women." His voice was stern. He was telling her a fact.
She looked up, impudent and unafraid. "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. That's an Earth saying."
He snorted. "I know the saying."
She nodded a little cocking her head to consider him. "Well, and I'm the beholder here. I find you beautiful. Your body, your face." She glanced down at what she held in her hands but didn't say it. That might be taking things a little too far.
Without arguing, he said only, "We learned that beauty was feminine and masculine was handsome. Is that wrong?" But there was a tiredness in his voice.
"It's not wrong. You're handsome. You're beautiful. A mountain can be beautiful and still be strong and rugged. It's not an insult, Alek."
He raised his head and met her eyes.
"I find you attractive. Sexually compelling. If you want proof, then touch me." She shivered and waited and saw his thought processes. He was clearly exhausted. Whatever night or the hunt or a combination did, it had worn the warrior out.
But he reached forward without breaking eye contact and slipped his fingers between her legs, making her gasp at the heat of his hand, at the force of his touch. Nothing was ever gentle with the Vampyren. She thought she might miss gentle, and yet she ground against his hand.
"Vampyren women do not initiate." It came out a growl.
"Then they're missing out," she said, hesitating when she almost said, Then they're stupid. "You're not on Vampyren anymore if you haven't noticed and if all you wanted was the same old thing, then why come here?"
Just for a second he met her gaze and there was laughter she could identify as such in his eyes.
"Never let the females hear you call them the same old thing.
They'll rip your throat out in an instant and claim that forgiveness was easier to ask for than permission. I believe that's an Earth saying also."
She blinked. "I'll keep it in mind. Are you going somewhere with that?" Because he was still stroking between her legs and it was becoming increasingly hard to stand.
In response, he reached for her, lifted her effortlessly and pulled her to him, impaling her on his huge cock. Mindy cried out as he filled her, beginning to pump into her.
Her legs locked behind his back. Her arms locked around his neck. She buried her face there at juncture of neck and shoulder because the water was hitting her in the face, a fine, hot spray, but when she heard him gasp, she realized it had felt like something else.
Acceptance, maybe.
Pleasure.
He wasn't wrong.
And neither was she: It wasn't gentle. He was fierce and fearsome and fast. He pounded into her and held her steady, unable to take the pressure off any part of her, but her clit was stimulated against him somehow and she didn't care to try and figure out how.
His hands molded themselves to her ass, holding her up, holding her open that he could more freely slam into her.
Until they came within seconds of each other and Mindy screamed.
And Alek laughed.
Apparently, she thought, the Vampyren could laugh. She hadn't been wrong about that.
It was actually a beautiful sound.
Or handsome.
And then she felt the world turn itself upside down and wrong side out and she was gone for a little while.
When she woke, she was alone. And sore.
And smiling.