Forever Yours (#2) (2 page)

“
Who are you?” Dalton says in a dark voice. Ryan frowns at
Dalton’s abruptness and then he quickly gives him a smart
answer.

“
What’s it to you, huh?” Dalton lunges towards Ryan and my
heart sinks at his actions. Ryan is unaware that Dalton is a
dangerous vampire and I feel that he is picking the wrong person to
fight with. Dalton could rip Ryan in half and what scares me, is
that I feel that he would. I am terrified that Dalton’s eyes will
flash red and that Ryan will notice and figure out his secret. I
couldn’t survive if I were to lose Dalton, so I need to put a
bullet in their quarrel.

“
Dalton, calm down, Ryan is my friend.” I say as I reach out
and take his hand in mine. He stares at our hands clasped together
and then he rudely pulls his hand away from me. Ryan snarls under
his breath and his attitude is beginning to annoy me. I turn to
face him as I alert him that he needs to leave.

“
I think you need to go,” I smile at him as I don’t want to
hurt his feelings.

“
I’m supposed to be giving you a ride home, what’s with you,
Rose?” I shake my head at his words –why is being so
difficult.

“
Dalton will give me a ride,”

“
Yeah, I’m sure he will!” Ryan says in a sarcastic tone. Dalton
lunges closer towards Ryan as his rude words ring in the cool air.
I sense Dalton’s rage, as a loud hissing forms in his throat, so I
jump in between the two guys as I try to reason with
them.

“
This is crazy Ryan, please, go home, I will see you tomorrow.”
Ryan stares at me for a moment and then he finally nods in
agreement. I smile at him for understanding and I am little stunned
and worried about Dalton’s reaction when Ryan scoops me into his
arms. He squeezes me tightly as he stakes his claim on me. Dalton
snarls under his breath and then he rudely strides over to his car.
He falls into the driver’s seat and I jump when he slams the door
shut. Ryan pulls back from me and my heart begins to race as I
sense that he is about to pry.

“
What’s with that guy? Is he crazy or something?” I laugh at
Ryan’s words and then I lightly touch his arm as I say
goodbye.

“
I better go,” Ryan shakes his head at me.

“
Are you sure you don’t want a ride?”

“
Thanks, but I’m good.”

I watch Ryan walk away and then once he is out of sight, I
wander over to Dalton’s car. He senses me, so he leans over and
pushes open the door. I slide into his car and when my ass hits the
leather seats, Dalton’s hands are clasping my face. He pulls me
towards him, violently, his fingers are digging into my cheeks and
his lips are shaking as he stares into my eyes. His breathing is
heavy and his eyes are red, he leans in and kisses me, soft and
then harder. He pulls his lips away and then he leans in again,
this time instead of kissing me, he runs his icy tongue along my
lip. My heart does summersaults at his affection and my eyes close
from the pleasure. He moves his lips onto my neck and he runs his
finger along my collar bone, caressing my skin until it tingles. He
leans in and gently kisses my earlobe, freezing, as he inhales my
scent. My eyes jolt open at his touch and his blue retinas lock on
mine. I can see the desire in his eyes, he wants to feed. His lips
gently part and his eyebrows push together in a sexy move, my hand
slides into his golden hair and I want him to feed on me. I want
the pleasure that it brings and I want to satisfy him, by easing
him of his desire. I clasp his head firmly in my hand and he kisses
me again. His lips move like clockwork against mine, and I can
hardly breathe from his sensual touch. He pulls back from me,
gasping for air.

“
I need one taste,” my eyes focus on his and my heart beats too
loudly. Dalton presses his hand against my chest as he feels my
anxiety building. “You’re nervous, don’t be, I only need a few
drops, enough to keep me going. I won’t hurt you like last time, I
can control myself.” My head is rushing in a million directions –is
he using me as a blood bag? Is he being truthful when he says that
he doesn’t care about me or is it a mask to keep me away? He is
angry, selfish and utterly bonkers, but I am drawn to him like a
moth to a flame. I want to please him, satisfy him and take away
his pain. I don’t want him to see me as an easy feed, but I don’t
want him to feed on anyone else. He isn’t my boyfriend, but if he
fed on another girl, then I would see that as him cheating on me. I
know that’s a crazy way to feel, but its how I am feeling. Dalton
is mine, he feeds on me, and even if he doesn’t care about me, he
can’t deny that he doesn’t need me. Without me, he would be starved
and god only knows what he would resort to, to get his fix of
blood. Innocent girls would be attacked and possibly killed at his
hands; do I really want their deaths on my conscious? My heart rate
slows and I smile at Dalton as I give him the green
light.

“
Feed,”

Dalton smiles at me and then he kisses me softly on my lips.
He slides his lips away from mine and now they are caressing my
neck. He is running his tongue across my collar bone and now his
lips are on the left side of my neck. My heart races as I realise
that both sides of my neck are going to be marked with his fangs. I
brace myself for the sting, when I feel his mouth open against my
skin. He briefly looks up at me as he prepares to bite, his eyes
are a deep shade of crimson and I close my eyes at the sight. I can
feel his cool breath against my skin and then his daggers tear into
my neck. The sting is powerful and uncomfortable, at first. His
fangs are tightly lodged into my skin and my body is crippled by
the overwhelming pleasure that his feeding has brought. My head is
rushing as he sucks on my skin, drawing blood and tasting my
juices. My eyes jolt open and I grab onto his back from the
pleasure, digging my nails into his skin. His breathing is shallow
and he gasps when he pulls his daggers out of my neck. A little
trickle of blood is dripping along his chin, so I trail my index
finger along the stain and now the blood is dripping from my
finger. Dalton’s lips part and I place my finger against his lower
lip. His tongue extends, licking at the final drop of my blood. He
pulls my hand into his and when our fingers intertwine, he leans in
and kisses me softly.

“
Are you okay?” He mutters, I smile at him as I place my lips
onto his –again. My lips move with his, rhythmic as if we were
dancing to slow music. I grab his head as I reluctantly pull my
lips away from his.

“
I’ve never been better,”

Dalton loosens my grip and he slides his hand over to the
glove box. He pulls it open and he takes out a slim, orange box. He
places it onto my lap, I lift the box and it reads, ‘Hermes Paris’,
I am not a fashion expert, but I know that this brand is expensive
and sought after. I gently run my finger along the black ribbon
that’s perfectly tied onto the bright orange box.

“
Open it,” Dalton urges. I smile at him and then I carefully
slide the ribbon away from the box. I pull it open and inside there
is a silk scarf. I run my fingers along the surface of the black
and white, checked scarf, detailed with the letter ‘H’ and I beam
–I thought that he didn’t care? Dalton reaches over and takes the
scarf from the box. He pulls it into a single strand and then he
pushes my hair away from my neck. He loosely ties the silk scarf
around my skin and he gently caresses my cheek with his warm
fingers.

“
Been drinking coffee, huh?” I say in a playful voice. Dalton
presses a smile from his lips and then he leans in kisses my
forehead.

“
Don’t take this off, okay?” My heart is racing at his stunning
beauty and my senses are still tingling from his feed. I nod as I
agree to his question, he smiles and then he roars the engine of
the car. I slip on my seatbelt as I sink further into the leather
seats. Dalton pushes his foot down onto the gas pedal and the car
lunges forward. I grip the arm rest for support and I focus my eyes
on the road ahead. Dalton reaches out and grabs my hand,

“
You’re special, you know that Rose?” I shake my head at him
and then I pick wholes in his words.

“
You know when you say things like that; it makes it impossible
for me to believe you, when you say that you don’t care!” Dalton
rolls his eyes at me and then he pulls his hand away from mine. He
doesn’t reply to my remark, instead he focuses on the road ahead. I
shake my head at him as I feel that he is slowly letting his guard
down. He feels something for me, but he is too scared to admit it.
His lips are rosy from his feed and my heart is racing as I think
back on the sensation. Those thoughts dominate my mind, until fear
replaces it. I am scared that I am in denial about his feelings and
that he really doesn’t care about me. What he if he just using me
as his personal blood bag, disposable and replaceable. My heart
aches from my fear, but my mind eases when Dalton reaches out and
takes my hand, again. His warm fingers are gripping onto mine and
there is a gentle moaning sound forming deep in his throat. He
doesn’t say a word; he just holds my hand as we speed around the
busy streets of Portland.

Two

Dalton climbs into my window, early the next morning and I am
surprised because I wasn’t expecting to see him this early. I am
still in my bed and I frown at him when I see that it’s only 7: am.
Dalton walks over and he slides onto my bed, wrapping his arm
around my shoulder as he settles in next to me. I rest my head on
his chest and I look up into his eyes –holy crap he’s gorgeous. The
sun is beaming in through the window and onto Dalton’s exquisite
face; I can’t help but wonder how he can walk around in the
sunlight. I am so intrigued by his life and I want to more about
being a vampire. I want to know how he turned and what it felt
like. I want to know who was responsible for changing him, into the
immortal that he is. I run my fingers along his jawline as I try to
fuel my curiosity.

“We haven’t really talked about the fact that you’re a
vampire.” Dalton sighs and then he runs his fingers through my
hair. His lips are rosy and his skin is flawless, he is
breath-taking in the morning light. My brown eyes focuses on his
and my lips begin to shake, I need his kiss. Dalton smiles at me
–as if he can read my mind. He leans down and places his lips onto
my mine, I melt into his kiss and I scowl at him, when he rudely
pulls away from me. He laughs at my reaction –a sight that makes my
heart shatter into a million pieces.

“Talk,” he says through his smug smile. I readjust my
position, moving slightly away from him, so that I can see fully
into his eyes. He waits patiently for me to speak, pushing his dark
eyebrows together in a sexy move. I blush at his appearance and
then I begin to question him about his one hundred and sixty five
years.

“Tell me about when you were turned,” Dalton nods and then he
begins to explain.

“As you know, I grew up in Louisiana, I had a normal life,
simple, but satisfying. My parents were, quite, wholesome people
and very traditional. My brother, Nicholas, was very rebellious as
a human. He would betray our father just for fun and with him being
the oldest, there was certain expectations for his life. My father
arranged for Nicholas to chaperon a girl over the summer, she was
from a high society family and my father and hers were partners in
the army. Nicholas, being the self-centred, person that he is,
didn’t like the thought of being told what to do. So one night he
sneaked out of the house and he didn’t return for two weeks. My
father was furious with him, but when Nicholas returned, he had
changed. I noticed it straight away; I saw his eyes changing colour
and our maid started to disappear at night times and in the morning
she would be pale, tired and her dress would be buttoned all the
way up to her neck. I grew suspicious about Nicholas’s behaviour
and there were stories about night walkers and creatures that drank
blood. At first I wasn’t sure about confronting him, so I seduced
the maid instead. When she undressed herself, there was bite marks
all over body, he was ravenous with her, and then my fears were
confirmed. I confronted him and he didn’t deny it. He basked in his
power and he adored seeing the fear in my eyes. He lunged forward
and he feed on me, my skin was on fire and the pain that he caused
me was overwhelming.” I shake my head in disbelief; his story is so
powerful and captivating. I need to know more.

“Who turned him?” I ask as I slide up in the bed.

“I don’t know, he said it was some girl he met in New Orleans,
but I didn’t really care who turned him. I was more frightened of
what he did next, he turned me.” My eyes jolt out of my head at his
confession –I need more information.

“Did you ask him to turn you?” Dalton sighs and then he shakes
his head.

“No, I never wanted this. I have spent my entire existence,
hating what I am. I have this demon side to me, and no matter how
much I think that I’m in control, my desire for blood always wins.
I enjoy the feed and I stalk my prey, look what I have done to you.
You shouldn’t entertain me; I’m a tragedy waiting to happen.”
Dalton’s eyes melt into mine and I can see the pain that’s buried
underneath. He hates what he is, but I don’t see the monster that
he claims to be, instead I see the loving person that I know is
inside of him. If only he could let me in, I could make him love
himself and maybe one day he could love me. My head is all over the
place as his words ring in the air and my heart is pounding at his
desirable stare. I slide my hand onto his chest and he follows my
fingers with his eyes as I graze his shirt. He looks up at me with
those eyes –blue and mesmerising, my heart shatters and my lips
tremble, when he grazes my cheek with his finger. My eyes gently
close and then I feel him, urging me to open them. My eyes pop open
and his face is an inch from mine, his cool breath is blowing
against my skin and I can hear his slow, sharp, breaths inhaling my
scent. His lips are quivering and I know what he wants, but I am
going to refuse his fix. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction,
I want him to beg and tell me that he needs me. I want him to open
his mouth and tell me that he cares about me; I want him to admit
that he has feelings for me. His breathing intensifies as his lips
turn white. I pull back from him and he reaches after me, clasping
both sides of my face in a firm grip. His white lips are shaking
with desire and hunger, but I maintain my stubborn
stare.