Odyssey (The Vampire Destiny Series Companion Book 1) (37 page)

“Stefan, I don’t know what to say.” She moved to sit astride me, nestling her soft body against me.

“You only need to tell me that you love me and you are mine.  That is all I ask from you, vackra.”

Kissing my cheek, she draped her arms around my neck.  “I love you, Stefan Lifsten.  I am yours.”  She paused and took a deep breath.  “And I’ll move in with you.  You’ll be sick of me.”

I gripped her arms and pulled her back so I could look in her eyes.  Pure happiness filled me.  I crushed her back against me, my arms holding her in a tight embrace.  “I will never tire of you.”

She yawned and my laughter resounded deep in my chest.  “I have worn you out.  Come, you need to sleep.”

I released my hold on her, letting her shift to slip under the covers.  I stretched out beside of her, spooning my large frame behind her.  I found myself humming in her ear once again and she melted against me, the vibration of my humming lulling her to sleep.

***

“What has you so happy this morning?”  I mumbled sleepily.  I cracked one eye to see Josephine lying at my side.  She was running her fingers over the pendant, sighing happily.

“You.  Us.  Everything.”  She sighed again.  “I’m so happy here.  Being with you takes away all of the noise.  I don’t feel the same urge to hide anymore.”

“Are you saying you want to live here in New York?  With me?”  I rested my head on my arm as I stared at her.  I attempted to keep my happiness in check, but it was difficult when I wanted this so badly.

She nodded.  “Yeah, I think I do.  But I’m going to miss Georgia and Anna.”

Of course.  It was logical that she would miss the companionship of her human friends.  “They can always visit.  I own many properties all over New York City.  I can easily find them suitable accommodations.”

Smiling, she leaned over to kiss my lips and smooth my messy hair back from my eyes.  “Have I told you how much I love you today?”

“You have not.  However, I would rather you show me.”  I waggled my eyebrows suggestively.

“Oh really?” Shoving me to my back, she straddled my hips, rubbing her wet pussy over my cock, seeming to delight in feeling the hardness of my arousal, now hot and slick with her essence.  She braced her hands on each side of my head on the pillow, her hard nipples dragging across my chest.  My hands stroked her ass and tenderly gripped her hips, our lips meeting in a soft kiss.  Lowering herself slowly over me inch by blissful inch, she hissed as she impaled herself fully on me.

Her encasing heat was like an inferno and my body was burning only for her.
“Fuck me, Josephine.”

Using her hands as leverage, she plunged myself over and over on my length, crying out in pleasure.  Her sensuous seduction increased and my head arced back on the pillow.  I had just grabbed her ass again when we heard a sharp knock on the apartment door.

Her movements ceased and I bucked against her, urging her to continue.  “Do not stop.  Ignore the door.  They will come back later.”

“Stefan, someone is at the door.  Don’t you think we should see who it is?”

“I could not care less who is at our door.  I care more about this.”  I flipped her to her back and hooked her knees into the crook of my arms.  I slipped back inside of her and began building speed, the headboard to the bed banging loudly against the wall.  I was so deep that I ached in a wonderfully painful sort of way, making me forget everything except her and my need for her.

“I can not get enough of you. Your skin…your touch.  I want to eat you alive,” I muttered softly.  The muscles in my neck and shoulders were tense as I claimed her, my hips hammering into her, my pubic bone rubbing against her clit and causing her to cry out with my every thrust.

Moaning loudly, I felt my climax begin to build just as she cried out and her nails dug into my biceps. “Don’t stop.  I’m so close….”

“Oh for fuck's sake.  Do the two of you ever stop fucking?  There are dents in the drywall in the hallway and it looks like your closet exploded in the apartment.”

Josephine stifled a scream and her cheeks flushed crimson.  She peeked over my shoulder to see Lukas standing in the doorway of our bedroom.  He looked bored as he examined his nails and then glanced in our direction.  I was still buried inside of her and she hastily tried to cover her nakedness with her hands.

I shifted to cover her body with mine and twisted so I could see his face. “Lukas.  If we do not answer the door, there is a reason.  Unless you suddenly feel the urge to watch, leave us.”

“Uh, thanks but no thanks.  Nigel was next door.  He wants to speak to both of you.  He said he’d come back later.” Lukas wrinkled his nose in distaste, lowering his head and looking at the floor in submission.

“I do not care who was here to see either of us.  Leave.”

Lukas scurried from the room and I released her legs and wrapped them around my waist, sighing in frustration.  My voice sounded deep and gravelly when I finally spoke, and my stomach was still coiled with need.  “I still want you.”

Tightening her legs around me, she pulled my hips tighter against her.  “I want to talk to Nigel, but I still want you too.”

Grinning lazily, I began to move, much slower than before.  My forearms came to rest around her and my mouth closed over hers, pressing open-mouthed kisses against her lips.

“Being inside of you is sublime. You are my heart, my soul…my only love.”
  My thoughts drifted into her mind.  I lost track of time as we made love, neither of us hurrying and content to take our time.

It was much later in the morning when I was still curved around her protectively.  Her gentle heartbeat marked the passage of time, and we were content just to be together.

It was strange how we were so very different, yet fit together perfectly.  Her thoughts were similar to mine, amazed how we completed one another.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against hers.  “Ah, now you finally understand.”

***

Josephine lounged on the couch, trying to concentrate on reading a book while nursing a cup of coffee.  I sat at her side with her feet in my lap as I scanned my e-mails on my iPhone, occasionally sighing or tightening my lips in irritation as I would read and then quickly type out a response.

It was just another moment that made us both realize how truly lucky we were.  People searched their entire life to experience a slice of what we shared.  If we were fortunate, we could spend every day of forever just like this.

“You’re beautiful, you know that?” she asked, wiggling her feet in my lap.  She meant to be playful, but even something as innocent as her playful feet could easily turn my needs carnal.

“What is it you say to me?”  I looked up and tapped a finger on my chin.  Raising an eyebrow, I feigned forgetfulness.  My lips pursed as I fought my smile.  “Ah, I remember.  You are biased.”

Snorting softly, she nudged me again with her foot.  I resumed tapping away on my phone for a few minutes until I suddenly stopped, glancing up from my phone and raising an eyebrow.  “Nigel is back.”

Seconds later, a knock sounded on the door.  Tossing her book on the ottoman, Josephine jumped up to answer it.  Nigel stood on the other side, looking embarrassed at his earlier interruption.  If a vampire could blush, he would be.  He averted his hazel eyes to look at something over her left shoulder to avoid her gaze.

“Come in, Nigel.”  She fully opened the door to let him in.  He nodded and entered, standing silently with his hands clasped.  She pushed the door closed and leaned against it for a moment.

She watched Nigel’s obvious discomfort grow when he saw me reclining on the sofa, my long legs stretched out in front of me, my ankles crossed casually.

“Come sit with me, vackra.”  I patted my lap with my hands in an enticing invitation.

She crossed the room to rejoin me on the couch, curling up in my lap and resting her head against my shoulder.  My finger ran languidly up and down her spine, causing her to shudder and settle closer against me.

“Nigel.”  I greeted him with a slight nod of my head.

“Stefan.  Josephine.  I apologize for the earlier interruption.  Your progeny assured me you were only sleeping.”

I waved my hand in dismissal.  “Lukas is impetuous and makes it his mission to annoy me, and in extension Josephine.  It is one of his gifts.”  I motioned towards the chair across from me.  “Please sit.  You have information for Josephine about her birth mother, yes?”

Nigel nodded and ran a hand through his tousled, shoulder-length brown hair.

“Before I go any further, I need your assurance that this information will not leave this room.

Glancing down at her, I gave her a guarded look. 
“He is risking everything coming to us with this information.”

She gave me a swift nod.  She understood my comments to mean that in other words, Nigel would meet the final death if Kian found out he spilled the beans.

“Consider our lips sealed,” I assured him.  “What you say will not leave this room.”

Nigel took a deep, unnecessary breath.  His heavy Australian accent was mesmerizing to listen to.  “I met your mother 40 years ago.  She was barely 16 and was newly married to your father.  I was captivated by her gentleness and beauty.  I admired her from afar of course.”

“What was her name?” Josephine questioned, her voice coming out as a high-pitched squeak.