Forever Yours (#3)
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Authors: Deila Longford
Forever Yours –Series
By Deila Longford
Part Three
2013
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~ Acknowledgements ~
This book is dedicated to all of the fans and readers of my first three books.
Without you there would be no reason me to write.
Also dedicated to my family.
“Turn you? Are you crazy?” Jeez – he’s annoying. What’s his problem? If he
turns me, we can be together, forever. He can let in his feelings and he wouldn’t
have to worry about hurting me. My life as a human is worthless; without him,
there’s no point in living. I need to be like him, I want to be a vampire.
“Why are you so against this?” Dalton bends down and rudely picks his leather
jacket up from the floor. I watch as he throws the jacket over his shoulders. He
looks furious and disappointed. I shake my head at him –what is his problem? I
know that he cares about me, he practicality told me, so why is he so against me
becoming a vampire? I don’t understand him. I need him to explain.
“I don’t want to talk about it, now get your things, I’ll drive you home.” Dalton
says in a firm tone. I fill the gap between us and I reach out and try to grab onto
his arm. Dalton pulls away from me at lightning speed. I scowl at him –what is
wrong with him? I can’t fit the pieces of his jigsaw together. One minute he is
screaming at me and the next he’s kissing me. He wants to feed on me, and then
he doesn’t, I don’t get him. He said that there is no point in him admitting his
feelings for me, because we can never be together. I am giving him a solution to
his problem, but why is he refusing to accept it? Dalton glides over to the door
of the dusty, old, smelly bathroom and he pushes it open with his foot. He slides
one of his hands into the front pocket of his jeans and he signals for me to
follow him with the other. I shake my head, declining his command. Dalton’s
eyes flash red and he hisses as his anger and frustration builds. I am not
frightened of him, just mad that he won’t do as I ask. I know that he says being
a vampire is a curse, but I don’t see it that way. I see it as a blessing. One that
allows you to be with the person you love, forever. I want him so much, that I
would do anything to be with him. I can’t lose him; I need him to turn me.
I finally gave into his commands and now I am sitting in his car. Dalton
dropped the hood, so that I could sober up from the fresh air. The wind is cold
and icy as Dalton speeds around the streets. He hasn’t said a word since we got
into the car and my heart is pounding as we drive. Every few moments he turns
his head to look at me, but he doesn’t say a word, he just stares. I don’t want to
fight with him, so I haven’t broken the silence. Although I am desperate to try
and persuade him to turn me, I can’t pick up the courage to fight. I am scared of
losing him –for good. I can’t risk him getting mad and leaving, I wouldn’t
survive it if he did.
We stop outside of my house and I push my hair away from my face as I look
out into the dark night. I feel tired, drained and completely awful. My head is
pounding from my alcohol intake and I can’t believe that I drank so much. I am
usually the one beer a night kind of girl, but tonight it was more like ten beers
and seven tequila shots –I’m going to suffer tomorrow. My cheeks are on fire
and all I want is to climb into my bed with Dalton by my side. I close my eyes
and I remember how amazing our passion was. His lips were ice-cold and
tremendous; his hands were sinful as they caressed my body. I shudder as I
think back and then I feel an overwhelming sadness –what if tonight is our last
night together? My eyes shoot open and I turn my head so that I can see him. He
looks sad, disappointed and defeated. I reach over and I try to place my hand
into his, but he senses my intentions, so he pulls his hand away, before I have
the chance to touch him. His eyes close and then they open, locking on mine
and flashing red. His lips part and there is hunger oozing from his body –he is
starving. My heart starts to race and I feel guilty that I didn’t let him feed on me
earlier, but glad at the same time, because he and I connected instead. We
shared a passion, burning hot as fire. His lips and mine were joined and we
melted and oozed love. I shiver as I remember his cold body, but I smile as the
thought of the pleasure erupts. I smile and Dalton quizzes me.
reply.
“Us, tonight, our passion,” Dalton presses a smile from his lips and then he runs
his fingers through his hair, smirking at me in the process. I can’t control my
happiness or my smile as I take in his reaction. He must agree with me –it was
amazing.
“I see and tell me, how was it for you?” I laugh and then blush –is he serious?
Dalton smiles at me, shaking his head and then running his finger along his
lower lip. God he’s breath-taking, it should be illegal to be this hot. “Your smile
tells me everything that I need to know!” I blush again and then he pushes the
door of his car open. He flies over to my side, opening the door with one fluid
motion. I sigh as I stumble out of the car –I don’t want him to leave. Dalton
gently places his hand onto my lower back and he pushes me against his car. I
struggle to find my footing –in my borrowed heels. Dalton steadies me, but my
feet are killing me. Dalton gently strokes my cheek and leans in towards me, I
wait for his kiss, but I pull away.
“Just let me get these shoes off first,” I say as I lean against him for support. I
quickly slide off my shoes and I dwarf in front of him. The coolness of the
sidewalk feels amazing against my burning feet. Dalton looks impatient as he
waits for me to focus back on him. I slide my arms around his neck –with the
shoes hanging from my hands. Dalton leans in again, kissing me like we just got
married. His lips are tender and soft and each icy movement is tingling my
whole body. I don’t want him to stop, I need him. I push my lips harder onto his
and then our lips move faster. My arms squeeze his neck as his hands slide onto
my backside. I pull him closer and kiss him harder; I frown and I feel hard done
by
),
when he pulls away from me. His eyes are a deep shade of red and his
white lips are quivering. I feel so bad, he is starving and I want to help him. I
am still furious with him for refusing to turn me, but I can’t deny him a fix. I
hate to think of him being around other girls and I don’t want him to feed on
anyone but me. I know that’s extremely selfish of me, but it’s how I feel. He is
mine, he feeds on me, I love him and maybe he loves me. “You’re hungry,
aren’t you?” Dalton nods at my words and then he pushes me away. I clasp the
bridge of my nose and then I lock my eyes on his.
him.
“I want to take away your pain,” Dalton lunges towards me and he grips onto
both sides of my face. My heart begins to pound and then I suddenly become
aware that we are out in the open. My mind starts to rush, I can’t let Dalton feed
on me in front of my house. What if Uncle George or Jen sees us? I wouldn’t be
able to explain and I don’t want to run that risk. I pull away from Dalton and he
lunges towards me, maintaining his hold on my face. His eyes are burning are
deep shade of red and there is a hissing noise forming in the back of his throat. I
run my fingers along the base of his hand and I try to ease him out of his
hunger. “You can’t, not in the street, what if someone sees us?” Dalton’s
burning eyes continue to stare through me as he takes in my words. He rests his
forehead on mine, his lips are white and trembling and I can’t absorb his pain. I
hate to see him like this, my mind spins, if he turns me, then I will have the
same burning desire. I know what I am asking him to do is, forever, but I see
him as my future. I can’t breathe without him and I need him in my life. I sigh
as his cool breath blows onto my face, tingling and sending shivers down my
spine.
burning.
“I need you to hold on, meet me in my room, okay?” I pull his hands away from
my face and I run towards the front door of my house. The door is locked, so I
rummage in the nearest plant pot, until I find the spare key. I let myself in and I
tip toe up the stairs and into my room. The house is cold, dark and quiet. I
gently push open my door and I jump when I see Dalton, standing in the dark
with his eyes burning red. I feel scared, so I switch on the night light and I begin
to slide my borrowed dress from my body. Dalton strides over to me as I
rummage through my closet for an oversized t-shit. I find one and I slide it over
my head, pulling my hair around my neck. Dalton smiles at me and then he
leads me over to my bed. He lies me down flat and then he kisses me softly,
before he slides his lips onto my neck. His daggers collide with my skin and I
flinch from the sudden sting. He feeds for a few a seconds and then he pulls
back, a little trickle of blood is caressing his lower lip. I lunge forward and kiss
him, tasting the blood and wishing that I were like him. I can’t hold back my
desire; I need to tell him how I am feeling.
“Please, turn me,” I whisper. Dalton shakes his head –a firm no. He surprises
me when he lifts my hand and pulls it to his mouth. My body begins to shake, as
he tilts my hand to reveal a bulging vein on my wrist. His eyes turn red and his
lips harden into a white mask. He pulls my wrist closer to his mouth and I have
to ask him why he is suddenly so tempted by my wrist. “What are you doing?”
He pulls his eyes away from the bulging vein to look into my eyes.
“Your neck is pretty scarred up; I need to feed from another part of your body!”
I sigh, but I feel scared and excited about his new feeding spot –I am so weird.
Any other girl would be terrified of him, but not me. I am tempted and I desire
him more, knowing that he is a vampire. If I had the chance to change him into
a human, I wouldn’t. I don’t want him to be any other way –it’s me that I want
to change. I will not stop fighting, until he makes me like him. I refuse to live
without him.
Dalton focuses his eyes back onto my wrist and he places his cool lips onto my
skin. His lips part and his daggers sink into my skin. The pain is more powerful
than in my neck and the pleasure is even more intoxicating. My hands harden
and my nails tear into his back, as he feeds from my wrist. My eyes won’t stay
open and I feel myself slipping into a pleasurable sleep. My head feels heavy
and I let it fall to the side and rest onto my pillow. Dalton pulls his fangs out of
my wrist and he gently caresses my cheek with his cold hand. I feel my lips
press into a smile and then the covers fall over my body. Dalton slips his hand
onto my cheek and I hear him whisper.
“Goodnight, my beautiful Rose!” I don’t react to his words. I am scared that if I
question him about it, then he will harden and put up a wall. Inside, I am
screaming –he does care after all. I feel him moving away from me and in a
move that surprises me, I reach out and grab his jacket. I don’t open my eyes, I
simply say.
“Stay with me,” I hear Dalton sigh and then the bed bounces as he climbs on. I
can hear him ripping of his jacket and then his arm extends and pulls me close. I
rest my head onto his chest, smiling inside as my face collides with his shirt. I
let myself fall into a deep sleep, dreaming of him and what it would be like to
be a vampire. If only he would turn me.
I wake the next morning to a sore head and a dry throat. The sun is blinding and
my eyes won’t focus on the light. I reach out my hand and I can feel him –
Dalton is here. My eyes pop open and I see him, lying next to me in all of his
perfection. Now that he is sleeping, I can take this moment to really appreciate
his stunning looks. He has flawless skin, perfect cheekbones and a broad,
straight nose. His lips are full and perfect. His light blonde hair is messy and
ever so sexy in its bed-head state. He is stunning, I can’t breathe as I look at him
–no one should look this good. I lie still, staring at him, until his eyes flutter
under their lids and then pop open to reveal the blue that was hidden. His lips
gently part and he smiles at me. He leans over and kisses me on my forehead, I
smile at him as he pulls back and glances at the time on his watch. He frowns
when he sees that it’s still early –six thirty to be exact. He lets his head fall back
against the head board of the bed and he gently closes his eyes again. My head
is sore and I need a few moments to freshen up. I have a massive hangover and I
don’t want to expose Dalton to my alcohol morning breath. I push the covers
away from my body and I gently ease myself out of the bed.
