A Vampire To Watch Over Me [Vampire Coven Book II] (15 page)

“It’s a cow, Honor. She gives us milk. Look.”

Laken pointed under the beast and called the four saggy tits an udder.
Udderly gross
, Honor decided.

“You made me drink white stuff from
there
? Ew. How does it come out?”

“You said you liked the taste of milk. And watch.”

Laken gripped a teat and squirted Honor in the face with a stream of warm milk. She slowly curled her hands into fists as he laughed and it dripped its way down her chin. He went on to explain how a cow has four stomachs. It chews its cud and is also the tasty meat she had eaten the first day of her arrival.

The next animal Laken taught her about was a pig. It had pink skin, was big, not as big as the cow, and Honor felt relief when Laken told her they didn’t milk it. In a pen were squawking birds Laken declared were chickens. One of her duties would be to collect their eggs—big white and brown things that apparently popped out of their asses, presumably. Honor looked at him like he was insane. Laken actually wanted her to go in the cage with killer birds? Did he not notice their sharp beaks and claw feet?

Honor jumped and spun when a childlike sound bleated behind her. In a larger pen were little white fluffy creatures, and they sounded like they were trying to converse with her.

“Laken, those creatures want someone named BaaBaa. Who is he?”

Laken chuckled and went into the stall; he picked up a tiny young one and brought it to her. “This is a lamb, a baby sheep. We get fleece from these creature’s hides.”

“It doesn’t feel like fur.”

“It’s called wool.”

“Remarkable. I had no idea animals were so useful when alive.” Although, Honor was getting a better understanding of her purpose. Dead, she would be useless, alive she could give birth and aid in the survival of those around her—who aided in her survival.

Laken put the lamb back into the stall and took her outside to a patch of land he called a garden. A place where the coven’s vegetables and fruits were grown. Laken pulled a brown lump of what looked like shit out of the ground and rubbed the excess dirt off with his fingers.

“Please tell me I haven’t been eating growing shit,” she said wide-eyed.

“Honor it’s a potato, a root, not a piece of poop.”

Looks like some kick-ass shit to me—ouch
. “If you say so.”

“When we get to the kitchen, you will see how all of these items of food are prepared.”

Honor scratched at her head in confusion. Nothing grew in ice. Here, Laken was pulling yet another long thing from the ground. It looked like some weird orange cock he called a carrot. Did Mother Nature get horny? There seemed to be a long row of orange cocks to choose from—how satisfying—and a little disturbing knowing humans ate the things after nature was done with them.
Was there no end to this gross experience?
Honor paused when Laken pulled the next item from the ground. Now this Honor knew, finally! After Laken brushed it off Honor took the large rounded ball-shaped item in her hand and frowned.

“What’s wrong, Honor?”

“It’s not cold.”

“Why would it be cold?”

“Isn’t it a snowball?”

“It’s called an onion. You eat it; you put it in things or on things.”

Honor studied the item then dropped it, almost jumping from her skin. Her body crashed into Laken’s from fear. Laken grabbed her and held her tight.

“What’s wrong, Honor, what is it?”

“You grow human hearts,” she said and gasped.

It was a gruesome sight. On a green vein hung huge, blood red hearts. Some of them rested on the ground, some were squished with their guts spilling onto the dirt.
Oh how horrible
. As she watched, a bird landed and pecked at the innards. Honor thought she might vomit, she felt her head spinning.

“Honor, they’re tomatoes. It’s a food not a heart. Relax, it’s okay.”

“A food, it’s just a food, just a food,” she chant-mumbled. “A hideous, disgusting organ-looking food, that makes me want to puke.”

“Okay, I think we’ve spent enough time in the garden for now.”

Laken spun her around and, with a heavy arm gripping her waist, he practically carried her back to his room. When Laken settled Honor onto his bed he sat beside her and gripped her hands. Honor was trying to digest all the information she had been given—it wasn’t easy.

“So let me see if I understand this,” she began. “Poop-like potatoes grow in the ground away from the sun. Carrot cocks grow in the dirt too, as do onions. The bloody heart tomatoes grow on the ground like strawberries and raspberries on veins.”

“Vines.”

“Cows are not only food but they magically make food.”

“There’s nothing magic, Honor. After you give birth you will lactate.”

“So you’ll drink my blood and the baby will drink my milk. I feel like the faucet you showed me.”

“I won’t take blood from you while you are pregnant or nursing.”

“The killer chickens give eggs, yet you can eat the chickens. What do the pigs give?”

“Meat.”

Honor was feeling a cross between horror-stricken and interested. Everything she had seen she had eaten. Everything had tasted wonderful, so why was it so scary to actually witness what it was and where it came from?
Guilty
, she was feeling guilty. There was a name and breath to animals, whereas before they were just food. The animals were eating food when she had roamed the barn. Food ate food. Astounding.

“Laken?”

“Hmm.”

“Why do you have sex with your food?”

Laken chuckled. “I don’t eat your flesh.”

“True.”

“Would you like me to show you something, how a vampire feels when having sex and drinking blood?”

“I don’t want to drink your blood.” She moved a bit away from him thinking the idea was nauseating.

“Just give me a moment.”

Laken rose and left the room. Honor waited and wondered until he returned carrying a bottle of something and holding a bowl of strawberries and the whipped cream she loved so much. Honor jumped when Laken opened the bottle and a huge popping sound came from the glass sounding as though it was protesting—or burping.

On the bedside table was a glass and Laken poured some of the bottle’s contents into it. The liquid was bubbly and curious. Laken handed her the glass and Honor sniffed at it. The bubbles teased her nose and she sneezed, making him laugh. She took a small sip and rolled the contents across her tongue and into her cheeks.

“Mmm, do you mean I taste like this?”

“Better.”

“But when we drink all that’s in the bottle it will be gone. If you take all my blood I’ll be gone.” The image of Laken’s Nanya popped into her mind.

Laken cupped her face between his palms. “I will never take too much.”

Honor drained her cup, crossing her hand over his wrist. Laken released her face and plucked a whipped cream covered strawberry from the bowl and fed it to her. He refilled her cup and told her to take a sip of the champagne while the food was still in her mouth. The flavor was delicious. She was surprised when Laken kissed her. Her mouth became filled with him as well. He stole half of her berry and Honor almost laughed.

When their kiss broke, she downed the contents of her cup and Laken took it away. He poured himself a glass and, after filling his mouth, he locked his lips over hers. Honor was literally drinking from him. She was taking sustenance from his mouth. This was what she gave him when he drank from her. It was no wonder it had been hard for him to stop taking from Nanya, this was Honor’s first taste of the amazing liquid and she wanted more. Laken had shared his images for the future with Nanya, he had shown her babies and how protected she was, how wanted and loved. Laken was right, Honor hadn’t wanted to feel the emotions but she did now.

Nanya had welcomed Laken’s ideas, she wanted his love. The idea of loving someone so much that you would offer your life willingly—not just in death but in a lifetime of togetherness was foreign to her. Honor felt Laken’s heart break when he realized what he had done to Nanya, how alone he felt. Laken had lost everything. Not once had Laken thought of Nanya as food or prey. Honor wasn’t just food either, and she felt certain he wouldn’t kill her. She should have let herself feel the emotions more in-depth before she had stunted them with her hurt.

Honor gasped for air when their kiss broke. When she looked into his stunning blue eyes she saw desire, but Honor wanted more. The barrier of emotions broke like a huge piece of ice from a glacier to smash her resolve.

“You’ve shown me so much, but there’s more to just seeing and tasting and interpretation. You can’t make me love you—or can you?” she asked.

“I can open your heart so you can let the experience in—but no; I can’t make you love me. Only you can control that emotion, otherwise it’s not real. There is nothing more hurtful than forced or fake love.”

“Forced?”

“I can seduce you, or I can hypnotize you. I won’t ever do that.”

“Never?”

“
Never.”

Honor didn’t back away when he leaned in for another kiss. His lips were teasing and soft. He sweetly suckled her bottom lip into his mouth, and with tenderness, he trailed his fingers down the sides of her arms. She could pull away, but she didn’t want to. She couldn’t go back to her frozen world when there was so much emotion she wanted. Honor needed to be touched—she had known this all along. Her body demanded to be loved and maybe she couldn’t make him love her, but she would make him understand she wasn’t his Nanya—she was his Honor, there was nothing more important than
Honor
.

Honor locked her mouth over Laken’s and tasted his sweet breath. His rolling tongue lapped the sides of hers and she sucked him into her mouth. She sensed his surprise, but Honor was thrown feet first into this new place, and she was going to learn everything. She wouldn’t be bitter like Meg and she wouldn’t die like Tia. And if she had to breed with other men, she was going to make sure Laken burned with the idea. He would understand what it was to have to share her with another while she shared him with a ghost.

Honor pulled Laken’s hand to a breast and groaned when he kneaded her soft skin through the silky fabric of  her teddy. She sank her hands into his long hair and deepened the kiss. Laken flipped her under him and she groaned into his mouth when his substantial weight rested on her. The teddy was fisted into his hand and he slowly dragged the garment from her body, ripping it.

Laken was sucking in huge gasps of air when he pulled his mouth from hers. His gaze was intense, but she wouldn’t be intimidated, and she stared back with as much passion as she thought she could muster. Sex was new to her; everything in the coven was new to her—except Laken. He was hers.

As the teddy was torn from her body, Laken moved down with the garment. His body dragged over Honor’s and she was introduced to each muscle, every bulge his body had to offer over all of her. His lips and mouth nipped and licked at her soft flesh until she squirmed and moaned wanting the torture to continue so bad she ached between her legs.

The lingerie was tossed to the ground and Laken stayed between her thighs. When he spread her legs Honor full-fisted the bed sheets beneath her. His hot breath at her mound made her quiver with excitement. Two fingers rubbed her outer lips for mere seconds before she felt wet. When those two fingers spread her and dipped into her heat, Honor wanted to scream. She gritted her teeth together when Laken moved closer and his tongue flicked out to lick her bud.

Round and round he laved then sucked; all the while, the pad of his thumb stroked and teased her labia. Honor couldn’t keep still, she whimpered his name. Laken ceased his torment for only the time it took for him to strip off his clothing. Then he pounced. His entire body was settled over her onto his hands and knees and once more, Laken attacked her clit. His cock was erect and lowering towards her mouth, Honor had never taken him into her mouth, but she did now.

His huge cock pushed past her lips and Honor’s hands shot up to grip him. Double-handed, she stroked his long length and still there was enough past her lips to cause her a few seconds of worry until she realized he wasn’t trying to push his entire length in. Easily, he slid his massive cock back and forth seeming to know how much she could take.

Her panic subsiding, Honor felt him, she tasted him. Her eyes closed from the wide-eyed position she had stretched them into, and she began to relax. Her legs that had tensed uncomfortably loosened; Laken was stroking the inside of one of her thighs with his strong fingers. The rocking motion Laken set them in was soothing, not frantic. Honor was able to take more of him in, she wanted more. Her hands released their firm grip on his cock and explored his balls. They were large and soft and so curious to look at. Honor liked the way a man was built, exposed for all to see. It was just like a man’s personality, what you see is what you get. Honor liked how a woman was made, her sex wasn’t hidden inside as a disgrace—it was a woman’s personality, mysterious, warm and welcoming, a home that would one day house a babe.

Laken’s tongue and teeth razed over her lower lips, insides and outsides. This was the real magic of the world, Honor decided. The feelings men and women invoked. No, sex wasn’t love, she understood that, but it could make a person glow with the happiness of being wanted. Laken slipped his cock from her mouth and turned. His body hung over her until he settled half his weight onto her.

Her thighs remained spread, Honor reached out to brush a lock of hair from Laken’s face. She then cupped his cheeks in her palms and drew him down for a kiss. When their lips met it was sweet wonder, a gentle caress. Laken lifted his hand and took hers into it. They splayed their fingers together and he carefully pressed both her hands onto the mattress. Honor didn’t feel trapped, his elbows and knees kept him from crushing her.

A gentle push between her thighs grew in intensity. Laken never took his gaze from hers. Both had their mouths open in shallow pants; his breath was sweet like the champagne they had shared. Further he sunk his cock into her and she welcomed him, wanting him. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist and rocked with him. A man could become one with a woman; that magnificent part of him made it possible.