Fate (The Edge of Forever) (13 page)

Rolling my eyes, I started to move towards him, when the guy behind me, grabbed me around my waist, pulling me against him. Now I know I could shove him across the room, or break his finger or his arm with little exertion, but a human my size couldn’t so I wanted to handle it without bloodying the guy up.

I grabbed his hand trying to peeling his fingers away, but he wasn’t budging. I rolled my eyes. I turned to face him to ask him to let go of me. When I did, his hand slid down and grabbed my ass. On instinct, I shoved him harder than I should have moving him a few feet back. So much for being subtle. 

“Come on, babe. We’re just having some fun.”
 

I crossed my arms over my chest. “I’m not looking for your kind of fun.”
 

He closed the distance between us. “I’m sure I could persuade you,” he whispered to me. I was reaching out to shove him, when out of nowhere a fist connected with his jaw, landing him on his ass. I turned seeing Grayson standing beside me. My eyes widened in surprise. “Come on.” He grabbed my arm, pulling me with him. We didn’t get far before some guy came up behind Grayson yanking him away from me. It wasn’t the same guy that had been dancing on me. This guy was blond. I could only assume the blond was a friend of the handsy stranger, who hadn’t taken too kindly to Grayson punching his buddy.

As Grayson was trying to pull this guy off his back, the first guy, who had been laying on the ground, stood and took a swing, hitting Grayson. I took a step forward, wanting to put a stop to this, not caring if it seemed odd that I knocked a man twice my size, out. I froze when the sweet, salty aroma invaded my senses. Someone was bleeding. I could feel my fangs trying to descend at the scent. I hadn’t fed today which made it harder to control. I tried taking deep, calming breaths but with each breath it just brought more and more of the delectable goodness into my nose. 

Holding my breath, I managed to control it. All this happened in a matter of seconds. I took a step forward again but paused when I saw Shawn grab the guy that had Grayson from behind. Grayson punched the brunette then slumped over trying to catch his breath. The blond had had him in a choke hold. The brunette staggered, then seeing his opportunity, reared
 back to kick Grayson. I sped towards him, not a blur, just faster than I should have. I grabbed the guy by the back of the neck, using a little of my vampire strength, I shoved him down to his knees. Keeping my hand on his neck, I took a step to the side. Putting a little pressure on his neck, I forced his head down, then brought my knee up connecting with his face, and successfully breaking his nose. 

I crouched beside Grayson, helping him sit up, and that’s when the smell hit me again. Grayson lifted his head and I saw the gash across his cheek. The urge to lick away the blood was overwhelming. My fangs ached and I did my best to keep them up.
 

“Shawn?” I whispered unsurely. He was at my side in an instant.
 His eyes scanned over my tense body noticing the signs of my hunger.

“Here put these on.” He handed me a pair of sunglasses. I knew it was ridiculous to wear them, inside, at night, but my fangs I could hide easier. My eyes changing a freaky greenish color, was a bit harder. I took the glasses putting them on then took a step back from Grayson.
 

Shawn helped him to his feet. Aside from the few punches the guy got in as his buddy choked him, Grayson was fine. Security rushed over, grabbing the two guys, who were both lying unconscious, and dragged them away, I’m not sure where to and I really didn’t care enough to ask.

Grayson tried to reach out to put his arm around me. Both Shawn and I put a hand out to stop him. Shawn knew I was struggling. Grayson’s brow furrowed, but he didn’t say anything or move towards me again.

Grayson and Shawn walked side by side towards the back exit, to avoid the paparazzi. I trailed behind them.

We stood outside while Grayson made a quick call to his driver. Once the car stopped, Shawn opened the door letting Grayson climb in. I moved to step in next but Shawn put his hand on my shoulder, stopping me. 

“You sure you want to be in close quarters with him right now,” he said under his breath so only I could hear.
 

I took a deep breath, putting on my best reassuring face, I replied, “I’ll be fine. It’s not too long of a drive to his place,” I smiled, pulling off his sunglasses “Here.”
  

He shook his head looking into my eyes. “Give them back to me Monday.” His face was serious. I nodded then slid the glasses back in place before climbing into the car. Shawn shut the door just before the car pulled away. “Take us to the apartment, John,” I said barely audibly. I was too worried about taking in a breath and having the smell of Grayson’s blood fill my lungs.

“Yes, ma’am,” John replied.

 
I turned, feeling eyes on me. Grayson was watching, almost studying me. I smiled at him reassuringly. I could see by the look on his face that he knew the smile was forced.

We made it back to Grayson’s apartment in silence. He opened the door ushering me inside. I took a deep breath when I entered, trying to clear my senses. Walking over to the kitchen, I took off Shawn’s sunglasses, setting them on the counter. Finally, away from unknowing eyes, I relaxed letting my aching fangs drop. My back stayed to Grayson.
 

“Why did you step in?” I asked. “I could have handled it.” It wasn’t that I wasn’t appreciative, I was. No one had ever punched another person for me. It was kind of a turn on. The problem was, if he hadn’t stepped in, he wouldn’t have gotten hit. He wouldn’t be bleeding. And I wouldn’t be fantasizing about his blood on my tongue.

“I couldn’t just sit there and watch some asshole put his hands on you,” he spat. I could hear the anger in his voice. 

“I understand that but I am more than capable of taking care of myself.” I heard his footsteps coming toward me. I turned as he came to stand in front of me. I didn’t want him to see. Normally when he saw my fangs out it was because he had turned me on. I didn’t like the idea of him seeing me when I was thinking of him as food.
 

“Gabriella, I’m sorry. I know you’re strong enough to handle yourself. You showed that when you saved my ass from taking a pounding.” He moved around to stand in front of me and I dodged him again. “Gaby? Will you please look at me? I’m trying to talk to you.” I stayed with my back to him. He grabbed my shoulder and spun me. I saw the shock spread across his face. His mouth opened, his brow crinkled. Yup, definitely shocked.
 

“Let go of me!” I yelled, blurring across the room.
 

I stood against the wall, clinging to it like I was afraid of him. In a way, I was. I was afraid he was finally going to see me for the monster I was. Who could see the person they cared for as food? Only monsters.

Realization flooded Grayson’s face. He reached his hand tentatively to his face, touching the gash that was still damp with blood. He looked down at his crimson tinted fingers, then to me. I was breathing heavy, trying my best not to bury my fingers into his wall to keep myself from him. 

“You want to feed on me?” He questioned with more curiosity than accusation in his tone.

I sank to the floor, covering my face with my hands. The tears had been building since I saw the shock spread across his face. I let them go. Grayson slowly walked toward me as I sat there sobbing on his floor. The time had come. He was going to ask me to leave, and to tell me that he never wanted to see me again. But instead, he sat next to me on the floor and put his arm around me, pulling me into his side. He held me like that until I stopped crying.

He tilted my chin up forcing me to look at him. “Do you want to feed on me?” he asked softly. There was still no disdain in his voice. I looked into his gray eyes that were the color of storm clouds. A single tear escaped mine as I nodded my head, then quickly looked down as shame washed over me. He let out a long breath. Releasing my chin, he laid his head back against the wall.
 We sat there quietly for a moment. 

“I’d be lying if I said I never thought about it.” I didn’t dare look at him. “And I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious about it. So…okay,” he whispered in a hushed voice. My eyes shot to his face. He turned his gray gaze on me. “I love you, Gaby. If it means every once in a while letting you take a little blood from me will make you happy, of course I’d do that for you.” I wiped the tears that had started to shed again, from my face and crawled into his lap, straddling him. Placing my hands on either side of his face, I kissed him passionately. His tongue slipped into my mouth stroking my fangs. I shoved my hands into his hair pulling him deeper. He broke from my lips running his tongue down the column of my neck. My head fell back as I gasped, lust and desire coursing through me. His hands ran up my thighs and my sides coming to rest around my back, where he effortlessly undid my zipper. He pulled back, grasping the hem he pulled the material over my head, his mouth falling to my skin immediately. I busied my fingers trying to unbutton his shirt, but the pure bliss he was causing me was making it difficult to focus. So I ripped it open instead, sending the buttons scattering across the room.
 

I heard Grayson chuckle against my skin, then whisper, “God, that was hot.” His fingers found the clasp of my bra. Undoing it, he threw it across the room then dropped his head teasing each peak. Lightly sucking each into his mouth, Grayson flicked his tongue across my nipple almost sending me over the edge. I shoved his shirt back off his shoulders. He lifted his head, running kisses up my neck. I leaned in to return the favor. My teeth grazed across his skin, teasing. I pulled his earlobe into my mouth sucking on it. I heard him sigh with pleasure.
 

“Are you sure you want me to do this?” I asked before continuing my light kisses over his pulse. I could feel each beat of his heart against my lips and it was erotic.
 

“Without a doubt,” he whispered. I felt his hands gripped my waist, preparing for the bite. I pulled back, looking into his eyes.
 

“Not yet. I want you to be making love to me when I do,” I said. He grinned seductively at me, nodding once before pressing his lips against mine. With Grayson supporting my weight, I wrapped my legs around his waist as he leaned over, placing himself above me with me on my back. He broke our kiss to pull my panties down my legs.

Kissing softly across my tender flesh, his hand busied themselves by running up my thighs, leaving a trail of goose bumps in their wake. I grabbed his hair; trying to pull him to my lips, but he pinned my hands to my side. He trailed kisses lower on my stomach. My back arched when he placed one between my thighs. His tongue flicked across my slick wet flesh, coaxing my desire to build. I groaned with pleasure, wanting more, but Grayson continued teasing me, never pushing me over the edge. 

“Please!” I cried. He pulled back. Kissing my thigh, he sat up slowly, removing his pants. After they were gone, he settled himself between my thighs, allowing them to cradle him. He kissed me softly as he eased himself into me. I had wanted him so bad, that just the feeling of him entering me pushed me over. Grayson paused for a moment, letting my nerves calm. Once my breathing eased, he pulled himself out then slowly back in. He maintained his excruciatingly slow speed, just allowing it tease me.
 

“Please!” I cried again.
 

He chuckled. “So impatient.”
 

I moaned with pleasure. “I need you, Grayson. Please.”
 

“You want it?” he asked, thrusting into me.
 

I nodded hurriedly, not knowing if he meant the orgasm or his blood. It didn’t matter. I wanted it. All of it.

Keeping us connected, he rolled us over pulling me on top. Instinctively, I rocked my body against his, building my desire. Grayson’s hands ran up and down my body before coming to rest on my breasts. His thumbs ran circles over my nipples, spreading my pleasure. I was on the edge of my euphoric release when I leaned down close to Grayson’s ear. Still keeping my body moving against his, I whispered, “thank you,” then sank my teeth into his pulse. He hissed as his back arched and his blood rushed into my mouth. He tasted divine, like the most delicious dessert. My orgasm ripped through me the moment his blood touched my tongue. He cried out, his body pumping its release into mine. The pleasure continued on and on until I retracted my fangs from his neck. I crashed against him, complete sated. Even with the smell of his blood in the air, my fangs retracted back and my eyes went back to blue. I was satisfied in every way. I sat up, licking the remaining blood on Grayson’s neck. Never had I tasted blood as delectable as his. With the wounds closed, I turned his head to see his face. He looked just as satisfied as I felt. 

“Are you alright?” I asked.
 

He smiled, then opened his eyes. “That was, the single most satisfying sexual experience I have ever had.”
 

I giggled at his statement. “I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” He turned his head to the side, wincing slightly. “At the time, no, but I’m sure I’m going to feel it in the morning.”
 

I dropped my eyes, guiltily. “Sorry.”
 

Grayson’s hand quickly came up to cup my cheek. “Don’t be. Just give me some time to heal and I’ll be asking you to do it again.” I couldn’t help but smile in response. “You’ll need to take iron supplements so you don’t become anemic, even though I will try to never take too much at a time.” He nodded and I laid my head to rest on his shoulder leaving us connected.