NEVER FALL FOR THE FORBIDDEN (NEVER FALL SERIES) (6 page)

Chapter Ten

              Triton knocked twice on the wooden door. It was ten o’clock, and a week and half since he had seen Annasara in person. Nightly phone calls were all they could share as her work and his schedule kept them from being able to get together. A light shown dimly thought the closed curtain but gave no indication she was in. Triton gave Annasara one excuse after another as to why he had not been able to see her in the past week. The truth was he felt so guilt for being with Nala he could not bear to look Annasara in the eyes. Finally, the frustration built to the point he could not stand it. He wanted to make love to Annasara to prove that what he shared with Nala was just a practical act, not an intimacy. He knocked again, rang the bell, and listened. Finally, he heard a stirring from inside her house. The door creaked open. Stand in front of him in nothing but pair of skimpy boxer shorts and a tank top, Annasara opened the door and rubbed her eye. He stared at her chest, she was braless, the night air hardened her nipples. She looked like an angel awaking from a fortnights sleep. His arousal stirred within his body and begged for release.

             
“Sorry, I thought you would be awake.” He said.

             
She opened the door wide as if to invite him in., “Come in. Let me get dressed.” She said still half asleep.

             
“No need to.” He pulled her to his chest; ran his hands slowly down her bare arms. Her skin was cool to the touch. Goose bumps covered her flesh as he trailed his fingers back up, gripped her shoulders, and pressed her body against his. He wanted to ravish her. His wanting lips trailed across hers, his breath hot with yearn, meeting hers mint flavored and cool. Lips parted, tongues teased each other. Deep need bubbled to the surface. Raw passion immerged. Two souls wanting each other more than they could bear held each other as if they could not touch each other deep enough. His erection tightened so hard. Annasara writhed against it. With quick motion, he picked her up, one hand under her back, one under her knees. Placing her down on the couch, he stripped off his coat and boots and climbed on top her. Annasara ran her fingers through his lush dark hair, down his neck over his back, dragging her nails over the fabric of his shirt, making him mad with lust. Searching her mouth with his, they entwined tongues, kisses severely passionate. His breathing swallow and deep, he traced hot lips over her neck, down her chest to her breasts. He stripped off her shirt freeing her breasts so he could feel the soft skin and taste them in his mouth. He had never felt so turned on, so hot, so impassioned. “Oh Sara, you feel so good.”

             
Annasara unbuttoned each button before Triton had realized she had his shirt off. His chest chiseled and muscular rose hard with each panting breath. Milky white skin glowed as she ran her hands all over the smooth flesh. Her touch sent his libido into overdrive. She could feel his sex, throbbing from behind his pants, rock hard and huge. She tugged that the button of his jeans, fumbled with the zipper, trying to free him. Triton stood up suddenly as she laid topless breasts exposed and firm.

             
“What’s wrong?” she panted. He did not say a word but merely striped off the remaining clothes and stood naked, regal and full on erect in front of her. She stared his penis, mouth agape. Larger than she expected, his manhood was solid and straight. He could smell the sex glands from between her legs sending out the pheromones directing him to mount her like a wild animal. It was nothing for him to tear off her pink fabric boxers with his bare hands. He was over her in a second, positioning his stone solid rod between her legs, ready for entry.

             
Triton thrust into her folds causing her to cry out. Intense shocks ran through his body. Each push going deeper and faster, he rode hard, fast unable to control it. He buried his face into her hair he kept and it there so she could not see if changed into the beast he was.

             
Her pleas fell on deaf ears, “Should use a condom, oh please don’t stop…” she rambled into a incoherent mumble as her flood gates opened up, slippery juices flowing from her over his solid shaft. Focusing on the pleasure of the sex, he was able to put the change in check and rolled her over so she was now on top. Bucking wildly, she rode him as fast as she could, making her own ecstasy build until she could not contain it. She came like a violent earthquake still mounted on his cock. She pleasured her self with his member, which made him madder with lust. More than he could stand. The sensations were so new, so raw, and so intense nothing like the time when he was human and a new inexperienced husband. Snatching her from on top of him, he threw her over the arm of the couch and took her from behind. As he plunged deep into her, he growled each time his push in, every time harder than the last, faster until he was jack hammering. His rock hard abs over her back, his mouth on her flesh, his canines grew, the change began. “Triton!” she cried out passionately. He put his tried to put the vampirism into check, barley able to stop the transition. It felt as heaven and earth shook inside him, burst out like a rocket. He pulled out just in time to cover her back with his seed. He cried out loudly, the feeling so incredibly shocking, he blacked out for a few seconds. Ecstasy devoured him. He made love like a human without the change. He panting roughly and laughed,
God it feels so good!
He could not believe how incredible feeling was. He pulled her down to the cushions and lay over her back, his breathing so loud it made her ears ring.

             
“Oh, my Sara, you, I, oh…” he huffed loudly. She turned to face him. They kissed softly as not to steal each other air. Sweat beaded across his brow. Annasara wiped it away and stared at him with so much amazement in her eyes. Triton forgot all the guilt he felt all week and now felt nothing but joy. He felt like he had lost his virginity again. A sort of deflowering, the first time he had made love with out biting and drink off another vampire.

             
“Let’s go back to my bedroom and do it again.” She teased. Easily he lifted her up, took her to the bedroom and they made love again. .

             
“I won’t be here when you wake up.” He told her after they finished.

             
“Stay with me tonight.” She spoke in a seductive beg.

             
“I wish I could.” He said.

“Stay.” She purred like a k
itten with a full belly of milk and drifted off to sleep. Triton kissed her forehead, holding her tightly as she slept. He had never experienced a passion like this. Not with his young bride, not with any of the victims he drank from, not from Nala. He wanted to join her in sleep. She looked so pleased, so happy, a smile on her lips as she lay in the crook of his arm.
Now what?
he thought as the words of the decree of the elders ran through his head.
Human are food, never to be trusted, cared for, or in no circumstances be imitate with. Any breach in the decree will be considered suspect and immediate punishment or death will be sentenced immediately
. Although the rules had changed slightly in the modern day, he would never be allowed this kind of leniency. Triton dressed, stood and watched her for a few minutes and left her sleeping like a babe...
Rules be damned.

Chapter Eleven

              Barely able to keep his eyes open as he sped back to the compound, Triton rolled down the window hoping the air would revive him, but it had no such effect. He pondered why he was able to control his change, was it because of his feelings for her or because he fed twice as much before hand? Then he remembered, Nala, he drank from her elder blood. It now all came together, his senses were sharper, his strength increased, strange he felt more human, though he now possessed more immortality the same as the elders. He hoped the elders would be in chambers so he could enter undetected. Triton felt like a kid come home after skipping school. Guilty as hell for his earlier actions that could have him excommunicated from the clan or worse, he felt as if all the eyes were upon him as he walked through the hall and corridors. Stares fell upon him. All the vampires could all sense his newly acquired strength, it glowed from him that he was an elder and far superior to all of them. Triton did not want to acknowledge his newfound status only feeling the guilt of a shameful affair with the human.

             
Slowly, he climbed the stairs, and then looked back at them, realizing he was no longer their equal. He turned away,
nothing I can do to change it now
.

              Triton entered his chamber and pounded the back of the door in frustration. He wanted to be with Annasara, by her side, inside her making her call him name again. Annasara made him forget he was immortal at least for a few hours. As he undressed, he turned around as his door opened to Umbriel, who come in quickly and shut the door silently. Umbriel felt as if the wind knocked from his lungs as he beheld Triton. Umbriel heard the word but had to see for himself.

             
“Why are you staring at me like that?” Triton asked nervously.

             
“My friend, everyone can sense it, can see it.”

             
“See what?” Triton asked afraid that they all knew his secret, Annasara.

             
“Your strength, brother. You glow as an elder.”

             
Triton held a puzzled face as he looked at his arms, “I do?”

Umbriel had a suspicion but wanted to hear it for him
self, “How can this be?”

He had no choice but to tell Umbriel,
Triton, sat down on the bed and hesitated to put his words in the corrected order. “I was with Nala.”

             
“With?” Umbriel asked in a tone that demanded explanation.

             
“The night at the club, we drank from each other.” He said.

             
“Are you then once again united as soul partners?”

             
“No, it was a one time thing, were just-nothing has changed.” Triton explained.

             
“One time things happen with fledgling whores, not the elder who created you. You two have been bonded for eternity.”

             
Triton paused, “I admit for the first three centuries, I was bound to her and we carried on an affair for far longer than I should have, but I was young, naïve, I fed on the power of being newly immortal. But we have been nothing more than platonic for 600 years.”

             
“Until now.” Umbriel reminded him.

             
“We didn’t have sex; I was weak, need to feed. It was not lustful on my part, I was sustaining. I took too much and I had to replenish her.”

             
“Immortal or not, she is still a woman. Maybe, she wanted you to drink to make you her equal.” Umbriel said.

             
“I don’t think it was calculated.”

             
“But you slumbered with her.”

             
Triton threw up his hands, “Only because the sun had rose. It was merely practical. Why are you so concerned about this?”

             
“You are an elder now. You will take your place at the council, maybe branch off and start your own clan.”

             
“I am not. Nothing has changed. Look, I am exhausted. Can we talk of this later?”

             
“Sure brother.” Umbriel started towards the door, then stopped, “By the way, take a shower, you smell like a human.” Triton threw his shirt at him and it landed on his face. Umbriel made a face tossed the shirt back and smirked as he left.

             
Triton did not shower; he wanted her scent on him. Sweat mixed with perfume filled his pores. He closed his eyes he inhaled and thought of the way she touched him, cried out for him. How he controlled his change, how he betrayed the rules. What consequence could befall him if he was ever caught? How could he have this lust for a mortal?
I feed off them not fall for them.
He turned his naked body over on his stomach, stretching an arm under his pillow. His gut felt like he had taken a hundred punches to it, and he could not tell if it was from guilt or the longing of missing Annasara.
I will call her tomorrow
he thought as his eye lids closed, heavy from exhaustion and he drifted off.

              The slumber passed like a minute. Triton awoke, satisfied, refreshed and for the first time in centuries, felt alive. He took a whiff of himself and grimaced. Quickly showering and dressing, Triton left his quarters heading directly to Umbriel’s room, to find him still in his sleep state.

             
“Wake up!” he said flicking Umbriel’s nose.

             
“Bastard.” Umbriel groaned as if he was hung over.

             
“Listen, about last night, like I said I do not want to be an elder quite yet.”

             
Umbriel sat up as if he was looking at a ghost. “Last night?” My friend you have been in slumber for three weeks.”

             
Triton’s smile faded like a wilting flower, the happiness dissipated into a nervous laugh then into sheer panic. “Tell me you’re joking.”

Umbriel
’s face told him he was not.

             
“Shit!” Triton said.
Annasara!
His first thought shouted in his brain. He could only imagine what she would think. He rushed back to his room; he grabbed his cell and dialed for his messages. The first call was a sexy morning after purr thanking him and inviting him back right then and there for round two. The second message, concern, had something happened, and to call. Days and other messages in between and the final one an angry tone, short and to the point, one very choice name for him and then a dial tone filled his ear.

             
“Damn it.” He raged his dander rising at his idiotism.

             
“Triton?” a female voice came from the other side of his door. Triton calmed his demeanor and answered her, “Enter.”

             
Nala walked in as the queen she presented her self to be. Sleek form, black hair pulled back tightly, leather from head to toe.

             
“You’re finally awake. I need to speak to you.”

             
“About what happened, I think I gave you the wrong impression. I care for you but I am not in love with you. It was a about feeding nothing more.”             

             
“That is not why I am here, but good to know.” She folded her arms.

             
“Then why are you here?” he said trying to hide his nervousness.

             
“Your position within the clan which obviously and maybe foolishly I allowed you to secure through our actions from that night. I will deal with the elders on my part in it. But they want to speak to you about what you plan to do, branch out, start a new chapter?” she said watching closely his reaction which he was very aware she was doing.

             
“I wasn’t planning to do anything. I am not ready for that kind of responsibility, nor do I want.”

             
“It’s too late. You are what you are. You can not keep your current status.”

             
“Why not?” he prodded. By his age alone he should have been an elder but Triton avoided it for centuries. Nala played a part as well covering for him every time the elders mentioned it.

             
“It’s never been done; the natural progression is that you lead.”

             
“Were you ready when you became an elder?” he said rhetorically.

             
“It was different back then, there was only one older and stronger than me. He made me, taught me, then fought me.”

             
“He still wants to fight.” Triton reminded her.

             
Nala sighed heavily. “I will go talk to the elders. See what I can do.”             

             
As Nala turned to leave, Triton grabbed at her arm pulling her back to stand in front of him, “Are we okay?”

             
She carefully brushed back a lock of his dark shiny hair, “I will always be here for you no matter what. I may have been your lover once, but I will always be your friend.” Nala was shocked when he gripped her tight searched her eyes, “Swear it, no matter what I do, you will.”

             
“I swear to you.” She said weary of his seriousness.

             
“Thank you. I am in your debt.” He released her arms and folded his.

             
“Come to the club this weekend.” She said, not quite sure what to make of him. He nodded and as soon as she closed the door, he dialed Annasara’s number, fingers fumbling over the buttons.

             
“Annasara, hello, it’s Triton, please call me back. I am sorry I have been out of touch for so long. Please forgive me but it was circumstances beyond my control. I ask you give me a chance to explain.” He hung up and hoped for the best.

             
For over two hours he worked to get caught up with his businesses and investments, a slave to his laptop, Triton tried to occupy his time until she returned his call. Triton entered in on a few online art auctions but the distraction of Annasara ate away at him. Every few minutes he picked up the cell phone and looked at the green glow of the screen but saw no incoming calls.               Frustrated, he fought the urge to throw the phone against the wall but instead, took off as soon as the sun went down, headed downtown to the gallery.

             
The car glided into a spot just far enough down the street that he had a view, he sat watching the window for any sign of her. Ten minutes passed before she came into sight. Filled with two dozen or so people,  the gallery must been having an art show as metro sexual men milled around pretentious women all holding wine glasses and programs in hand, Annasara mingling and socializing, point out aspects of the art work and introducing a man who appeared to be the artist. She looked very professional in tightly tailored black suit, short skirt, and seriously high stilettos. He slipped out of the car, and crossed the street to get close enough to read Annasara’s thoughts. She was tired, the day was long, but she was happy she had sold a few pieces. As the party wound down and the people left, Triton returned to his car, still watching her through the window. One man remained in the studio with her, the artist, Triton deduced. Annasara thanked him as he helped her taking down the paintings. The artist leaned into her much too close for professional courtesy; the man obviously was making a pass at Annasara. Triton felt sick with jealousy. His stomach pitched as the artist reach out to touch Annasara’s arm.

             
Annasara backed up and excused herself for a minute diffusing the situation. She pulled her cell phone from her pocket Annasara checked her voicemail. Triton sprung to attention waiting for her reaction to the message he left for her earlier. He bit his bottom lip and clutching his phone as her face fell, not into the expected smile or anger, but utter disappointment. Dropping the phone back into her pocket, she returned her attention to the artist and shook his hand as they said good-bye. She closed the door behind him and turned the lock. Triton was on her heel in a mere second after she left the gallery. Annasara felt him behind her, but kept her stride.

             
“Annasara, wait.” He called to her, but she did not turn around. Triton rushed in front of her blocking her path forcing her to stop. He pleaded.               “Please hear me out.”             

             
“Don’t do this.” She said. Triton reached out taking her arm pulling her back gently. “You don’t understand.”

             
Annasara jerked her arm away, “No, you don’t understand, I am not the love em and leave em and show back up three weeks later with some lame excuse type of woman. You may think this is acceptable behavior in whatever world you live in, but I will not be used.”

             
His world
he thought
, if she only knew about my world, she would never understand.