Craved

He grabbed my hand gently and said, “Upstairs.” I reluctantly followed him up the wooden staircase to his bedroom. The bed linens were perfectly undisturbed which proved that no hanky-panky had gone on up here. He stepped behind me and untied the neck of my halter top, letting it fall away from my breasts like a theater curtain revealing the silver screen.

“What are you doing?”

“I want to make love to you while I feed, it’ll help me not focus so much on the blood.” He admired my breasts for a moment. “Your body is enough to shake anyone’s focus.” He slipped his thumbs under the hem of my skirt and pushed it slowly to the floor where it pooled at my feet, pressing kisses along my legs. I began to step out of my stilettos but Aiden stopped me.

“Leave them on. There’s something sexy about a naked woman in heels.” He winked at me and a grin teased my lips. It seemed sex was helping me not focus on feeding Aiden as well. I was more anxious to feel him inside of me rather than his fangs piercing my skin.

“You have to promise me one thing since I agreed to feed you.”

“What’s that, my Gwen?” he asked with a smile.

“When we’re done, I don’t want to feel my legs,” I said with a wink. I at least deserved some hot sex out of the horrid ordeal. Aiden answered me with a nod and a smirk of his own. I unbuttoned his pants and pushed them to the floor to reveal that he wasn’t wearing any underwear and his unit was very much ready for action. I wrapped my hand around his shaft and enjoyed the moan that escaped his lips. I moved my hand up and down, enjoying the hardness beneath my palm.

I looked into Aiden’s black eyes as I handled his erection and licked my lips as the desire grew thick between us. When it seemed Aiden couldn’t handle much more of my teasing, he picked me up and sat me on the bed where his head lingered between my legs. I watched him down the length of my body and shivered when his tongue tasted the wetness he had caused. He worked his tongue with a talent I hadn’t experienced, and if I were to ever become addicted to anything, it’d be Aiden’s talents. I moaned as my orgasm shot euphoria throughout my entire body, causing my body to feel limp and relaxed.

Aiden laughed at my pleased expression and climbed on the bed to lean against the headboard. He held out both of his hands and waggled his fingers in a “come and get it” motion. I’d never been one to back down from a challenge, so I turned over and crawled slowly towards the sexiest man I’d ever laid eyes on. I crawled between his legs and hovered my face just over his hardness, looking up at him through my lashes. He watched me with such want and desire that my own skyrocketed. I ran my tongue from the bottom of his shaft to the tip, like licking a lollypop. Aiden growled with anticipation but I wasn’t done teasing him yet. I licked his length a few more times before swirling my tongue around the tip.

“You’re driving me crazy.” He complained and I chuckled. Deciding he’d had enough, I placed my mouth over his impressive length and let the heat and friction of my lips please him. After a few moments, I continued my way up the length of his body where I kissed his lips and let out a gasp as Aiden thrust his member inside me. He placed both hands on either side of my hips and moved me against himself. I moaned when he caught my nipple in his mouth and sucked.

“Look at me,” he said, staring up at me. I opened my eyes and looked down into the eyes of the man I loved.

“You are so beautiful.” I gave a small smile but my heart was full of happiness. Our bodies felt like they were meant for each other and there was nothing more beautiful than what we were sharing at the moment. It wasn’t just screwing; it was lovemaking, intimate and personal. I absorbed the feel of him as another orgasm waited to be released. Aiden must have been close to the edge as well because he wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me down so that I would be closer to his mouth. I felt a sharp pain on the side of my neck, causing me to shriek. The pain subsided and washed waves of ecstasy throughout my body, causing my orgasm to erupt five times stronger than the first one. I melted against Aiden’s chest as I enjoyed the finishing waves of pleasure that wafted throughout my entire body. I didn’t know how it was possible, but Aiden’s bite had heightened my orgasm. The more he drank, the longer the orgasm lasted. I was delirious with satisfaction and too far gone to worry if he was taking too much, if his bite felt this good, he could drink me dry, at least I’d die happy.

Aiden snarled and pushed me away, causing confusion to replace my exhilaration. When I looked back at where Aiden sat, I noticed his eyes were closed and he was panting heavily. Another myth was that vampires didn’t need to breathe. That was false, blood needs oxygen for it to be any good and vampires need to breathe to feed the oxygen to their blood like everyone else.

“Aiden?” I said cautiously.

“I’m okay. You’re so strong, Gwen.” He opened his eyes and I gasped at the eerie change. For whatever reason, the magic in our blood turned a vamp’s eyes a bright electric blue. I didn’t like seeing Aiden like this.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, clearly noticing that I was afraid of him.

“Your…eyes.” He tilted his head to the side as if curious by what I meant and the action sent gooseflesh to pebble my skin. Aiden had always been beautifully dark but with his eyes that color, he was eerily beautiful. He hopped off the bed and walked into the master bathroom to inspect his eyes.

I expected a gasp or some sort of curse when Aiden saw what I had seen, but only dead silence greeted the bedroom. I flung my heels off and wrapped a sheet around my still naked body to see what he was doing. When I entered the bathroom, Aiden was staring at his reflection.

“Aiden?” I softly asked, not wanting to startle him. My life had never been normal, being a witch and all, but this wasn’t how things were supposed to go after making love. We were supposed to lie in bed and enjoy the feel of our skin next to each other while we caught our breaths and replayed how amazing the sex had been. I had been so stupid when I decided to feed him, but even if it were a stupid decision, what other option did I have? I couldn’t let him loose to find brew elsewhere, where he could possibly kill.

“I can feel your magic dancing through my body,” Aiden finally said, looking back at me. “You’re in here too.” I arched my eyebrows in confusion and fear, not sure what the hell that meant. I’ve lived alongside vampires for almost ten years, but I hadn’t made it my mission to figure out their abilities.

“What do you mean?”

Aiden abandoned his post in front of the mirror and walked over to where I stood in the doorway of the bathroom. Grabbing both of my hands in his, he said, “I can feel your emotions. You’re afraid right now…of me. That’s the worst part about being hooked on brew. I don’t want you to fear me, Gwen and I apologize that you have to see me like this. I will never hurt you. If I have to say it a million times before you believe me I will.” I nodded my head, unable to speak. Deep down, I knew he wouldn’t hurt me but that didn’t mean that the situation didn’t scare me. I didn’t want a boyfriend addicted to the magic in witches’ blood or have to worry that I could lose him forever to such an addiction.

Aiden held a rose out in front of me and I gasped with shock. “Did you just conjure that?” I asked with disbelief. Aiden’s smile was all the confirmation I needed. He had only drunk witches’ blood three times now and he could already conjure objects; that wasn’t good. I didn’t realize my magic was as strong as he claimed but it made sense; he’d only been drinking low-level witches, which consisted of psychics, tarot card readers, and mediums. I, on the other hand, am a full fledge witch, capable of producing my own magic. I was a lot stronger than what he had tasted.

“Aiden you can’t use magic! Do you realize that the FPD is currently searching for the vampires responsible for this entire mess, and that they intend to imprison them for a hundred years, or worse, stake them?” I suddenly couldn’t breathe. I gasped and grabbed at my chest as if I could push the air back into my lungs. I was in the middle of a shit storm with no way to escape. My ex-boyfriend was hunting down the vampires responsible for the murders of witches, my current boyfriend was addicted to the blood of witches, and my best friend was obsessed with a possible lunatic. In my opinion it didn’t get any worse than it already was, not that I wanted to test that theory.

Aiden was rubbing my back and saying, “Breathe, Gwen, just breathe.” I sucked in big gulps of air and closed my eyes as I listened to his soothing voice. The heaviness in my chest lessened and I could finally breathe. A thin dew of perspiration lined my forehead and my heartbeat was slowly returning to normal.

“Get dressed; we’re breaking your addiction tonight!” I said, glaring at Aiden. I couldn’t live with knowing that Aiden was able to produce magic because he had drunk the blood of a witch, my blood. If the information got out to the FPD or the NAWC, he’d be ash by the end of the week. I didn’t know exactly how we’d break his addiction, but I knew one person who might have knowledge, Ms. Ozland.

16

Aiden wasn’t too excited that his addiction could be broken tonight, but what addict got excited about quitting their beloved drug? I sat on Ms. Ozland’s worn sofa, while Aiden paced her small living room, like a caged animal. I worried about telling her about Aiden’s problem. This situation was personal for us witches. She could easily let it slip to the NAWC that Aiden was involved with drinking witches. Unfortunately, she was the only one I could think of that might be able to help with his problem.

“So,” Ms. Ozland began with her hands clasped in her lap. “What can I help you with?” Ms.Ozland was dressed in a long flowery nightgown that looked too large for her small frame. Her salt and pepper hair was braided and reached the middle of her back. To most people, she looked like your average grandmother, but her magic could definitely pack a punch.

I released a heavy sigh, debating whether I was doing the right thing or not but I finally resolved to worry about that later. “You heard of the two dead women that the FPD found?” I asked and she nodded her head. “Well, it’s vampires killing witches…for their magic.” I let that statement sink in but Ms. Ozland didn’t look as appalled or shocked as I had when I learned the news. ns class="adsbygoogle" style="display:block" data-ad-client="ca-pub-7451196230453695" data-ad-slot="9930101810" data-ad-format="auto" data-full-width-responsive="true">