Fated (9 page)

I swallowed back a gasp, a mixture of anger and fear making my blood run cold.  I was going to be used to read the futures of humans for vampires?  My stomach churned and I felt like I was going to vomit.

“Is this the real reason you found me?  You and your ‘Council’ need me to read humans?” I spat, feeling my eyes fill with angry tears.  Without thinking, I went into panic mode.  I knew it was too good to be true.  I'd been lied to once again.  Stefan and his vampires would use me like a toy, only to be thrown away when my usefulness had run its course.  When I felt the car come to a stop and pull slightly off the road, my jaw was clenched in anger.

“It is nothing like that,” Stefan said, his voice strained.  I ignored him and stared straight ahead, refusing to meet his eyes. “Josephine, please look at me.”

I turned my head slightly to look at him, my expression hard.  Stefan's handsome face was pained, his eyes fearful.  I felt my resolve soften slightly as I took in his appearance.

“You must believe me when I tell you that was never my intention.  I have loved you for over two centuries.  I never searched for you just to find you and use you,” Stefan hesitated for a moment, his voice thick with emotion.  “Josephine, you have to believe me.  What can I do to make you to trust me?”

Hot tears leaked from my eyes in earnest.  I may not be able to read Stefan's emotions but I could see them as if they were written on his face.  He was tense and worry flashed in his eyes.  He was possibly more afraid than I was at the moment.

“Prove to me that you're telling me the truth and give me time to trust you,” I whispered in the darkness of the car.

Stefan smiled, the stress leaving his face.  “I can do both.  I have all the time in the world, vackra.”

The car began to move again and I let my head fall back against the head rest.  I sighed softly when I felt his hand take mine, intertwining our fingers together.

A small smile broke across my face as he squeezed my hand gently.  My heart skipped a beat as I my mind drifted back over the only part of our conversation that really mattered to me.  He had said he had loved me for over 200 years.

He loved me.

Chapter 4

Stefan made the sharp turn into my driveway, his behavior filled with trepidation.  The remainder of the trip home had been silent except for the sound of the wind blowing in through the open windows.  He stopped the car and turned off the engine and made no attempt to move.

Without waiting for him, I climbed out of the car and closed the door behind me.  I tilted my face up to stare at the moon shining brightly in the sky, breathing in the humid air.  It was a welcome respite from the tension hanging over us during the ride back to my house.

Stepping onto the porch, I turned to see him still sitting in his car.  I shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot as I contemplated what to do.  I wasn't good with situations like this. I'd shielded myself from getting close to anyone for this reason.  Yet here I was, neck deep in some sort of relationship with a 975 year old vampire.

Karma truly is a bitch.

Dropping my purse on the porch steps, I walked back towards the car.  I leaned my arms against the driver's side door and waited for him to look at me.  His gaze was fixed straight ahead, appearing to be lost in thought.

It was up to me to attempt to fix this situation since he wouldn't even look at me, let alone attempt to have a conversation about it.  This should be interesting since I have no experience repairing any kind of relationship.

“Want to come inside?” I asked softly.  He finally turned to look at me, a skeptical look flashing across his face.  I gave him a small smile as I reached out to stroke his face, my fingers lightly cupping his cheek.  He leaned his head slightly into the warmth of my hand.

“You want me to come inside?” Stefan questioned in a low, composed voice.

“I think I already asked you that.  Please come inside, Stefan.”

The car door opened and Stefan got out of the car.  As he stood beside me his tall, muscular frame towered over me and I had to crane my neck to look up at his face.  His blond hair shined like gold and his skin was glowing in the moonlight.  It was a moment like this when I struggled to grasp why he wanted to be with me when he could have anyone he wanted.

“I only want you, vackra.  For 200 years, I have only desired you.  I meant what I said earlier, Josephine.  I have loved-” Stefan said hoarsely.  I placed my hand gently over his mouth to stop his words.

“Enough talking for now.  Come inside before Georgia hears us and wants to have a sleepover,” I whispered roughly.  I couldn't bear to hear him say those words again.   My heart couldn't take it.

I walked back to the steps and bent to pick up my purse as I walked by.  Fishing out my keys, I unlocked the door and went inside.  I glanced over my shoulder to see he was still standing by the car, his face inscrutable in the moonlight.

I switched on the lamp on the table, tossing my purse and keys haphazardly on the table.  Turning, I walked outside to rejoin him and brushed my hands over his arms and shoulders lightly.  He closed his eyes and I watched his throat as he swallowed hard in response.  My fingers ran over the skin of his neck, tracing a finger over his Adam's apple.

“Here's the thing Stefan, I'm not good at this.  I've never wanted to take the time to be in a relationship with anyone and now I'm in this complicated one with an immortal man that is absolutely gorgeous.  He tells me things I thought weren't true and couldn't happen.  Did I mention he drives me crazy in a good sort of way?”  My hands slipped under his shirt to rub his chest and stomach and his muscles tightened under the movement of my hands.  “So could you please come inside with me?  I need you.”

“You have had too much to drink,” Stefan muttered, his lips set in a hard line.  “I do not want to you to regret anything.”

A small laugh escaped from my lips. “And exactly whose fault would that be?  I know exactly what I'm doing, Stefan.  I said I need you.  The only thing I'll regret is if you leave right now.”

Seconds passed by and I could see Stefan's reluctance begin to waver.  I put all the emotion I could behind my thought. “
Do it.  Just kiss me already.”

Stefan head snapped to look at me, his blue eyes glowing as if they were on fire.  His hands were rough as he grabbed my face with both of his hands, his lips hard and searching against mine.  His tongue flicked out to meet my own and he lifted me effortlessly in his arms.  My legs locked around his waist and he wrapped his arms around me.  He carried me into the house and kicked the front door closed behind us.

The kiss intensified as we made the short trip to the couch.  He sat down and I tucked my legs to straddle him, feeling his large erection press against the heat between my legs.  I wrapped my arms around his neck and let my fingers snake up into his silky, golden hair.  I tugged it gently with my hands and he moaned into my mouth, pulling me closer.

Moving my lips from his, I pressed kisses along his jaw, stopping just below his lips.  His tongue flicked out in anticipation, grazing slowly along his lower lip.  When he flicked his tongue out again, I touched my tongue to his.  One of his hands went to my hair, turning my head so he could deepen the kiss.  His other hand rubbed underneath my tank top to caress my lower back.

I lifted my mouth away from his to grab the bottom of my shirt and I pulled it over my head, my hair tumbling around my shoulders in a tumble of waves.  Standing slowly, I unzipped my jeans.  Stefan leaned forward and he pushed them over my legs.  He ran his tongue sensuously over his lip again as his eyes roamed over my nearly naked body.  I raised a single eyebrow in defiance, turning on my heel and began to walk towards my bedroom.  I'd only made it halfway down the hall when his large hands pushed me against the wall, his breath cool against the skin of my neck.  One of his hands wound in my hair to slightly pull my head back, exposing my neck to the caress of his lips.

“Going somewhere, Josephine?” Stefan whispered seductively, his lilting voice crashing over me like a tidal wave.  My hands fumbled with the buttons on his jeans and his cock sprang free after I struggled to release the final one.  I wrapped my hands around him, stroking him gently.  He let out a low growl and I released him long enough to push the jeans down around his feet.  He absently kicked them away as I quickly sank to my knees to take him into my mouth.  I ran my tongue down his entire cock, feeling it twitch when I placed my wet mouth over the head, twirling my tongue around him.

His hands moved to my hair and I looked up through my eyelashes to see his eyes fixated on my mouth.  I greedily pulled him deeper into my mouth and throat, hollowing my cheeks around him.  I continued to lick and suck him, the moans and groans he uttered only spurred my need to go faster and to make him moan louder.  I let my fingers slowly drift to brush against his balls as I continued to steadily suck him.  A shudder that shook his whole body reverberated in my mouth, making me moan from the sensation.

“Your mouth, Josephine.  It is too much.  I cannot do this right now,” Stefan snarled as he pulled out of my mouth and picked me up to carry me into the bedroom.  He roughly dropped me on the bed, his eyes filled with need as he gazed at me.  He grabbed the neck of his t-shirt and ripped it down the middle with one hand and let the pieces drop to the floor.

I brazenly let my eyes sweep over the length of his lean body, feeling a delicious shiver of want run throughout my body as he stood naked before me.  He was a blur as he slid between my legs effectively pinning me against the bed.  His long fingers smoothed over the sides of my panties, using both fingers to snap apart the sides.  A sly smile was on his lips as he lowered his head between my breasts, biting my bra apart with his teeth.  His large hands brushed the lacy material away and he softly palmed my breasts for a moment, his fingers slowly pinching my hardened nipples.

He sat back on his knees and made no attempt to hide the fact that he was watching me with eyes that were almost black with need.  Delicious excitement consumed me under the weight of his stare, his hooded eyes focusing on the slick heat of my wet sex.  The smoldering fire I was feeling between my legs was magnified by the calculating expression on his chiseled face.

“Do you want me to fuck you or eat your pussy, Josephine?”  Stefan asked, his voice uneven and deep. “Tell me what you want.”

I let out a deep moan, my head dropping back against the bed. “Stefan, fuck....I can't...I want it all.”

Stefan ran his fingers over the wetness of my pussy, watching as my hips bucked wildly with desperation.  His mouth lowered to devour my swollen clit, my hands violently clutching the sheets in response to the sensation of his mouth on me.  He slid a long finger inside of me, joined by a second, teasing as they stroked and curled within my moist depths.  My back arched and I tightened around him, his fingers slipping in the slick wetness.

His tongue strayed to lave over my inner thigh and his fangs sank into my tender skin.  I cried out in pleasure from the combination from his bite and his fingers rubbing inside of me, coaxing me to climax.  I felt him swallow and I shuddered around his fingers, his tongue flickering over the punctures to seal them.

His hips settled in between my thighs and his hard cock plunged inside of me with no warning.  My hips rose to meet his first thrust as his body molded to mine, our hips moving in a frenzied tempo.  He nudged my head to the side to slowly run his tongue and teeth over my neck possessively.

“Stefan!” I cried out as my fingernails clawed against the muscles of his arms.  I felt the skin loosen under my fingertips, causing his blood to run slowly down his arms.  As if in a daze, my head moved to to lick the blood that had escaped from the slowly healing scratches, groaning at the bittersweet taste of him.  He howled in desire, flipping me over so my ass was exposed to him.  He slammed back inside of me, the only sounds in the room was his animalistic grunting, my loud moans and our skin making contact as he forcefully pounded into me.

“Oh god...harder!” I screamed breathlessly, tears running from my eyes from the pleasure of being owned by him.  He pulled my hips back against him faster and spread my legs wider so his cock slid deeper inside of me.  My breasts pressed against the bed and I felt my inner walls begin to tighten around him, clenching his cock tightly as I came around him.  I cried out incoherently in ecstasy when I felt his hands grip my hips tighter and he pulsed inside me with a bellowing yell.

“Knulla det!” His spent body slumped over me, pulling my back against his chest.  He had burrowed his nose into the crook of my neck when he smelled the salt from my tears.

“You are crying? Did I hurt you?  Stefan asked, alarmed.  He rolled us over and his eyes darted over my body, looking for injuries.  Unable to form a coherent answer, I simply shook my head which caused an arrogant grin to break over his face.  He stroked one of his large hands lovingly over the outside of my thigh. “Then they are happy tears. I can live with that.”