Swept Away: The First Bloodline (16 page)

“Damien, you still there?” 
She asked.  Nothing.  Ding Dong.  The doorbell. 
Wow.
  She smiled on the inside as she reached for the door knowing it was him.

She jerked the door open but didn’t get a word out before his mouth crushed hers.  Greedily he took what he wanted from her.  His taste, his tongue, his mouth, his soft lips demanded her attention and they got it.  They would always get it.  She couldn’t break from his mouth if she had really wanted to.  Like that would ever happen anyways.  She couldn’t even imagine not wanting his mouth against hers.
 

She groaned, moaned
into his mouth.  Her hands roamed over his body, wanting more and wanting it right now.  His hands gripped her ass tightly picking her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.  She could feel his erection piercing her sweats begging for entrance against her.  She felt a tug of her hair that only excited her further.  Then a bite to her neck.

“What would you say to me shredding these not so sexy sweats of yours, and fucking you hard right here, right now.  Just. Like. This.”  He started moving his hips causing her mind went blank. 

I’d say do it.  Please.

His hand gripped her right breast squeezing it while he rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger.  Her nipple responded immediately.

“Hmm.”
I like that.

“
Me to.”  He mumbled against her neck before slipping his hand under her sweats.  Taylor felt the pad of his thumb immediately on her clit.  Rubbing fast, hard.  She squirmed.

That’s the first spot. 
God yes!  Don’t stop.  Please. Hmmm.  Oh jesus,….
She screamed loudly as she came from his clitoral attack.  An attack that she welcomed anytime.

As she floated back down off the cloud she was currently on, her legs were mush.  She couldn’t bear weight yet.  He pressed his body to hers again.  Holding her there with his chest while his hands did as they pleased.

His lips kissed at her again, licking and then teasing down her neck.  She turned her head to give him more access, closing her eyes, enjoying every bit of it.  Suddenly she was alarmed when he bit down on that oh so sweet part of her neck.

She froze momentarily realizing fangs weren’t in use and the nip of pain accompanying the bite was sending a surge of heat to the spot of her that was craving his attention most.

She opened her eyes only to freeze again.
Oh shit.
 
What have I done?
  His mouth slowly left her neck knowing now what Taylor saw.  He turned his head towards the end of the drive looking at what had Taylor so startled.

He slowly
eased her back to her feet.  “Hi guys.  How was school?”  Her voice shook.

“Mom, you’re in trouble.  You told me only married people do that.  And you aren’t married yet.
Why do we have to keep reminding you of that?  Santa isn’t going to bring you what you asked for Mommy.”  Ashley threw back Taylor’s words that she had once used to explain kissing to Ashley. 
Why do they have to keep reminding me I’m not married?

Zach
was standing there with a blank look on his face. 
Say something please.
  Taylor watched as his mouth lifted into a wide smile leaving Taylor somewhat relaxed with it.  “Thank You Santa!”  He screamed out throwing his back pack to the ground doing a little goofy dance.  Not another word from either of them as he grabbed his bag and walked by the two of them.

“Well I guess we let the cat out of the bag on that one didn’t we.”  He chuckle
d.

“This isn’t funny.  I don’t want to confuse them.  What if….”  He d
idn’t let her finish before his mouth was pressed to hers again settling her, confusing emotions of relief, concern, fear, and something she didn’t know how to put into words.

He presse
d his forehead to hers and she breathed against him.  “Do you want to come in?  See what it’s like to spend the evening with a couple of mischievous kids after a rowdy day of school.”

“Are you sure that’s what you want?”  Damien
questioned her.

“You know it is.” 
She smiled reaching for the knob and going in.  She could feel his presence following her in.  Her inner self was quickly excited at the control she now realized she had on him.

“Don’t let it go to your head my Sweet.  You have yet to see the control I have on you.  In time.  In time.” 

Taylor didn’t reply to that as she grabbed the back packs pulling out the papers inside.

“I have an idea.  What do you guys want for supper?”  Damien question
ed the little ones.

Here we go.  Pizza screaming fest.
  Taylor looked at Damien and he smiled briefly before looking back at the twins.  They looked at each other and then instantaneously  and perfectly in unison screamed. “PIZZA!”  Taylor laughed. 
See, told ya.  I know my kids. 

Damien laugh
ed with her.  “Pizza it is.  Give me a few and let me know what kind.  I’m going to go pick it up while you guys get your homework done.  Be back in a few.”  He looked at both of them waiting for an answer to a secret question.

Again they look at each other smiling.  They both turn back to Damien and excitedly shake their head yes. 
With long strides his hands gripped Taylor’s neck, then gently he pressed his mouth to hers.  Differently than before.  PG13 if you will. 

The kids burst
into laughter clapping their hands. 
Jesus what I am doing?

“Seeya in a few then?
”  Was all she could whisper.  It was more than a question then a statement though.

“A few.  Let me know.”  Was his last remark as
he walked out the door.  Damn she hated to see him go, but she didn’t mind the view from staying behind.

“Mommy you ok, your face is really, really
red?”  She startled at Ashley’s question.  “Is that what happens when a boy kisses you?”  She was so serious.

“Yes, I’m fine.  No that’s not what happens and let’s get this homework done so when he gets back we are all done ready to go.” 

“Ok first word blue.”  She watched as they both started writing their spelling word three times.  They go through each word before Taylor remembered what he had said. 
Pepperoni please with extra cheese.  

Eight more words later and just in time, they
were done and the pizza was back.  “I stopped and rented a movie for us to watch while we eat if that’s ok.”

“Depends on what movie you got.  These two are picky if you haven’t noticed.” 

“Well I thought of that.  And then I also thought that I couldn’t go wrong with something they haven’t seen before so I chose.  Harry and the Henderson’s.”

“What?”  Zach ask
ed.

“Are there any princesses in it?”  Ashley question
ed.

The
‘oh shit’ look on his face made Taylor hide her smile.  He really did care what they thought and how they felt. 

“Well no, there aren’t any princesses in it because well
, I couldn’t find a movie with a princess as pretty as you.”  Damien told her.  Taylor thought how impeccably genius his words were at times.  Perfect answer as her face lit up responding and understanding what he had said.

“Can we watch it now?”  Zach’s voice
was full of excitement as Taylor was sure because the movie didn’t involve a princess or pink.  They both turned looking at her waiting not so patiently for her answer.

“You put the movie in and Damien and I will get
your plates ready ok.”  The words had hardly left her mouth and they darted off to the living room.

She looked over
at Damien as she closed the gap between them, this time taking the lead she kissed him.  Not a kiss of the lust that took control of her body whenever he was around or in her thoughts.  But her way of showing him how truly thankful she was for him and what he was doing with her kids, for her kids, and for her.

When she finally tapped
into her will power and ended the kiss his eyes smiled back at her hitting her with an unexpected feeling.  No don’t say it.  Don’t think it.  She quickly turned away and started grabbing plates and glasses.  His arms came around her waist pulling her back into him.  He rested his chin on her shoulder.

“Thank You.  I needed to hear that.”  And then he released her.  When they finished with preparing they carried them to the living room.  Zach and Ashley had the movie ready and were sitting at their Mickey Mouse table waiting patiently. 

Taylor took her spot hitting play from the remote.  She listened as Zach and Ashley laughed harder than she had heard them do in a while.  She was more amused with watching the twins than watching the movie.  She found herself laughing just as hard as they were.

     She sat her plate down on the coffee table snuggling in close to Damien taking in his scent.  Trying to take it all in, so her nares were programmed to remember it on her command.  The feeling of being in his arms, snuggled against his chest.

“Same way here Sweet.”  His words were filled with a deep emotion leaving Taylor wondering which emotion it was.

“How did you know what I didn’t say or think for that matter?” 

“Because I felt it the same time you realized what it was.  I know we only just met officially three days ago, but it was meant to be.  Fate.  I love you.  You love me.  You’ve made me a very happy vamp as you so often refer to me.”  She could feel his grin.

She did love him.  She didn’t know how.  She didn’t care why.  She knew it was crazy as hell though.  Three day and she was in
love with a vampire.  A Vampire!  It didn’t even bother her that he was technically dead.  No heartbeat.  So why was it she had never felt more alive than she did around him?

She heard him growl and she knew it was her uncontrollable tho
ughts, that had his undies in a wad but she couldn’t exactly help what thoughts invaded her head. 
My fucked up head.

“If I hear you refer to your pretty little head again as fucked up you won’t be able to sit down for a week.  Understand me?”

“Yes Sir.”  She fought not to laugh. 

“Now that’s what I’m talking about.  Definitely more like it.”  He chuckle
d back at her.

“Shhh.”  Ashley turn
ed to them and then quickly she was back watching T.V. and Taylor again had to struggle with the urge of laughter. She laid her head back into his chest trying to concentrate on Harry and not Damien’s scent.

Chapter Nine

Her eyes opened to the movement of floating.  Damien carried her to her bed and laid her down softly.  She rubbed her eyes clearing the sleep and feeling of sand.  “Where are the kids?”  She asked as she stretched out.

“Tucked nice, warm and snug in their beds.”  He tug
ged at the buttons on her flannel shirt smiling at her.

“I didn’t read them a story.  I always read them a story.”
Guilt filled her voice. 
Every night since they were one I have read them a story.  This was the first time I hadn’t other than our one date night. 

She didn’t feel guilty that night because she wasn’t home and that in itself was enough to make her guiltameter go off the charts.  But this was different.  She was home and she didn’t read to them.

“I took care of it.  Ashley picked A Princess and Me, which was rather interesting by the way.  Zach chose Away which is a rather long story I might ad.  He didn’t make it through the first two chapters and he was out cold.”  He opened her shirt and started planting sweet little kisses up her abdomen.

“Th
ey didn’t get a bath.”  He stopped.

“They have been fed, bathed, played with, and tucked in nice and tight, and their stories read.  I took care of it.  Just lay there with your mouth shut, stop worrying and let me do what I do best.”  His words
were strong.

She didn’t know how to take him in this moment.  Was he irritated or was he something else.

“Oh it’s definitely something else.”  She heard the passion blooming out from his voice now and she liked the something else he was talking about.  She liked it a lot.

“What’s your favorite book?”
He questioned her. 
What?  Really?  Seriously?  You want to know my favorite book while you are kissing my breast?

“Yes.  Just answer the question.  You’re tense.  You need to relax.”  He d
idn’t stop his journey of kissing every last inch of her chest, abdomen and neck. 

“I’ll relax if you keep doing what you’re doing.” 
She was procrastinating, trying to get enough time maybe he would forget the question. 

“If you don’t answer me.  I won’t keep doing what I’m doing and this time I will leave you hanging and I know you don’t want that.”

“I’m not telling you.” 
There is no way in hell.  You know it already you just want to hear me say it.

“You can say it, or I can spank you until you say it.  I hope you go with option B as I do love it when my hand stings.”  His voice
was filled with excitement.