The Vampire's Love (3 page)

“Val?” 
She whispered.  He tore his gaze away and kissed her until she was
breathless and clinging weakly to him.  He sat down on the seat of the
carriage, pulling on her waist until she straddled his lap.

He rubbed
his fingers across her soaking wet clit.  She cried out, her hips arching,
and he gave a small smile of satisfaction.

“You’ve
missed fucking me.”

She shook
her head.  “No, I – “

He guided
his cock into her wet cunt, pushing just the head of it into her, and stopping
her when she tried to grind herself against him.

“Tell me
the truth, little dove.  You’ve missed my cock, haven’t you?”  He
tugged her head down and licked and sucked on her earlobe.  “I want to
hear you say it.”

“Val,
please.”  She moaned.

“Say
it.”  He demanded.

“I’ve
missed fucking you.  I’ve missed your cock.”  She whispered.

“I’ve
missed you too.”  He breathed and thrust his cock fully into her.

She cried
out, her fingers digging into his shoulders as they rocked and thrust against
each other.  He rubbed her clit, bringing her closer and closer to
orgasm.  She moaned and gasped and then kissed him hard, shoving her
tongue deep into his mouth.  He held her tightly around the waist and
slammed his cock in and out of her.

Abigail
moaned repeatedly as Val’s hard cock rubbed against her wet walls.  The
combination of his thick cock and his rough fingers against her clit had her
burning with desire.  She could feel her orgasm starting to flow through
her and she cried out and hammered her fists against his chest when he stopped
touching her.  He pulled his cock out, leaving only the head inside of
her.

“Val! 
Don’t stop!”

Val was so
close to climaxing, he could barely think straight.  He gripped the back
of her neck and took a deep breath.  “Are you fucking the human?”

“What?” 
She cried.  “Val, have you gone mad?”

“Has he
taken what belongs to me?  Has he touched what only I am allowed to
touch?”  He asked in a low, strained voice.

She growled
with anger and leaned down.  “Fuck me!”  She nearly shouted and bit
his bottom lip with a fierceness that surprised him.

Unable to
take the torment any longer, he thrust into her and she cried out with pleasure
and shock.  His hands moved to her hips, and he plunged into her twice
more before she stiffened and her back arched.  She cried out his name,
her entire body shuddering and her cunt tightening around his throbbing cock.

“Abigail!” 
He shouted and came violently inside of her.  His fangs lengthened and he
dipped his head to her shoulder.

At the feel
of his teeth against her, she jerked and wound her hands into her hair, yanking
his head back.

“Don’t! 
You promised.”

He made a
low moan of need and found himself begging for the first time in his
life.  “Please, little dove.  Please.”

“No.” 
She whispered as her body continued to shudder around him. 

He bit his
own lip until it bled and she made a soft sound of distress.  “Stop,
Val.  Don’t do that.”

He turned
his head away as the last of his climax rushed through him and she stroked his
hair soothingly.  He leaned back and stared blankly at the side of the
carriage.  The need to bite and feed from Abigail was overwhelming him,
and he was dangerously close to throwing her to the floor and sinking his fangs
into her soft skin.

He drew in
a deep breath, his hands clenched into tight fists.

“Val?” 
She whispered.  He twitched when her fingers traced his jaw.

“Get off
me, Abigail.”

She pushed
away from him and huddled on the seat opposite him.  Without looking at
her, he said, “Go back to your friends.”

“I thought
– I thought you wanted me to spend the night with you.”  She whispered.

He shook
his head.  “No, I want you to leave.”

She
hurriedly put on her clothes, her face burning and tears threatening.  She
grabbed her boots and her weapons.  “Are you – will you keep your promise
to help us?”

“Yes.” 
He said shortly.

“Val, what
– “ 

From the
corner of his eye he could see her reaching for him and he flinched away.

“Get out,
Abigail!  I’ve taken what I wanted from you – now leave!”  He shouted
harshly.

She made a
soft sound of hurt and stumbled out of the carriage, slamming the door shut
behind her.

“Abigail,
are you sure you’re okay?”

“I’m fine,
Wesley.  Stop worrying.”  She made herself smile at him as he sat
down next to her.

Violet, her
face creased with anxiety, was sitting on her shoulder stroking her cheek
repeatedly and Wesley smiled a little.

“I’ve never
seen a pixie so attached to a human before.”

“Violet’s
different.”  Abigail turned and kissed the top of the pixie’s head
lightly. 

“Will you
tell me what happened?”  Wesley asked quietly.

“You know
what happened.”  She stared steadily at him and he flushed and looked
away.

“I’ll kill
him for what he did to you.”

“Stop it,
Wesley.  He didn’t hurt me.”

She sighed
and stared into the fire, barely feeling Violet’s soft hand stroking her
cheek.  Val had come out of the carriage ten minutes after she did and,
without looking at any of them, disappeared into the woods.  Faren had
stretched lazily, nodded to the humans, and followed him.  That had been
hours ago and they hadn’t seen either vampire since.

At Wesley’s
urging, Abigail had crawled into some blankets next to the fire and tried to
sleep.  It was impossible.  She had lain quietly for a few hours
before getting up for her shift on watch. 

Now, she
stared at Evan and Bill’s sleeping forms and sighed deeply.  She had told
Val she would not ask him to bite her, but she had been surprised at how strong
the urge had been to give in to his need.  She wanted him to bite her, had
wanted to feel his teeth sinking into her flesh, as her orgasm rushed through
her.

He believed
that she would give in to her urge to be bitten by him, and he had been hurt
and upset that she wouldn’t let him.  Still, she hadn’t expected such an
extreme reaction from him and she was confused by it.

She cursed
herself in her head.  Val was a vampire, not a human, and while his need
for her was sexual, she was a fool if she thought that’s all it was.  He
would always want to bite her, to drink his fill of her blood, and for that
reason alone it would never work between them.

Why
not?  He fed from you before and you enjoyed it, remember?

That may
have been true, but she had been weak and afraid then.  She was different
now.  She didn’t need to give Val her blood in exchange for his
protection.  She could take care of herself.

You’re
fooling yourself if you believe his protection was the only reason you let him
feed from you.

She shut
out the voice in her head and forced herself to pay attention to Wesley.

“We need to
come up with a new plan for getting into Darius’ home.”

She
frowned.  “Why?”

Wesley gave
her an impatient look.  “Because your vampire friend isn’t coming back,
Abby.”

“Yes he
is.”

Wesley
sighed.  “No, he isn’t.”  He glanced at the lightening sky. 
“It’s almost dawn.  He won’t be back.”

“He will
be.”  She insisted stubbornly.  “He promised to help us and he
will.  Trust me, Wesley.”

“How do you
even know him?”  Wesley asked.

“He was
with the group of humans who found me when I was pulled from my world to this
one.  I was attacked by vampires and Val saved my life.  He was
injured with silver and was dying.  I allowed him to feed from me.”

“You
what?”  Wesley shouted and she hushed him quickly as Evan snorted softly
in his sleep and burrowed deeper into his blankets.

“He saved
my life.  I owed him a debt.”

“Are you
crazy, Abby?  What’s the first rule Michael taught us?  Never let them
bite you.  You know what it does to a human.”

“Yes, I
do.”  She snapped.

He was
giving her a look bordering on contempt and her patience snapped.

“Judge me
all you want, Wesley, but Val isn’t like other vampires.  He’s saved more
human lives than you can imagine.  He’s good.”

“There are
no good vampires, Abby.”

She gave
him an angry look.  “You know that’s not true.”

“Jaxen is
different.”  Wesley replied.

“So is
Val.”

“No he
isn’t.  Val saved your life so he could fuck you and feed from you.” 
Wesley grunted.

He stared
at her exposed neck.  “Did you ask him to bite you tonight where it would
not show?”

“Fuck you,
Wesley!”  She hissed at him.  “I told you I wouldn’t let him bite me
and I didn’t.  You can believe me or not.  I don’t care either way.”

He stared
angrily at her and then sighed heavily.  “I’m sorry, Abby.  I just –
“

He stopped
as Faren, followed by Val, strolled into the camp.  Violet, her body
vibrating excitedly, flew from Abby’s shoulder to Val’s.  She tangled
herself in his hair and kissed his neck affectionately.

“Hello,
bug.”  He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small piece of dried
meat. He handed it to her and she kissed his neck again before chewing at it.

Abby stood
up nervously.  “Val, are – “

Ignoring
her, he walked to the carriage and opened the door.  He whispered
something to Violet and she nodded before flying back to Abigail. 

“Are you
going or not, Faren?”  He asked quietly.

Faren
shrugged.  “Why not.  At the very least, there will be plenty of
humans at Darius’ home to feed from.”  He winked at Abigail and Wesley and
followed Val into the carriage.  They shut the door behind them as the sun
peeked over the horizon.

Abby
swallowed down the hurt she felt at Val’s refusal to acknowledge her and smiled
faintly at Wesley.  “Let’s wake the others and pack up.  It’s at
least three days to Darius’ home.  We should get going.”

* * *

Val
followed Faren from the carriage.  The sun had set but it was still light
enough for him to see that Abigail was missing.

Faren
glanced around the woods with dismay.  “What the hell?  You couldn’t
have stopped in a town?”

Wesley
frowned at him.  “We thought it best if we kept a low profile.”

“Your low
profile doesn’t keep me fed.”  Faren snapped.  He eyed Evan with
interest and the redhead stiffened and drew his sword.

“Enough,
Faren.”  Val said quietly.  “Remember what I told you.”

“Yes, yes,
you’ll kill me if I touch the humans.”  Faren waved his hand irritably at
him.  “But you cannot expect me to feed from wildlife every night like you
do.”

“Go and
find a town or a village.  There’s bound to be one fairly close.” 
Val said.  “I’m sure with your good looks and charm, you’ll have no
trouble finding a human to feed from.”

Wesley made
a snort of disgust that Faren ignored.  “Are you coming with me?”

Val shook
his head and Faren rolled his eyes before turning to the humans.  “Good
night gentlemen.  I’ll see you in the morning.”

He
disappeared in a blur of movement and Val turned to the bald human.

“Where is
Abigail?”

“Why?” 
Wesley asked. 

He gave a
strangled gasp as Val sped across the camp and grabbed him by the throat. 
He lifted the large man a few inches from the ground and shook him roughly
before dropping him to the ground and kneeling on his broad chest. 

Without
looking behind him, he said, “Kill me, redhead, and you’ll never get into
Darius’ estate.”

Evan
hesitated and Wesley gave him a grim nod.  He lowered his sword and took a
few steps back as Val stared at Wesley.

“You should
know that I killed the last human who dared to touch her.  If you wish to
keep your head firmly attached to your body, it would be wise of you to keep
your distance from her.”

“I’m her
friend.”  Wesley glared at him.

“Her
friend? Or her lover?”  Val snarled softly.

He refused
to answer and Val hissed lightly.  “He was her friend as well.  I did
not care for the way he looked at her.” 

He leaned
even closer, his eyes glowing softly.  “You look at her the same way.”

“Get off
me.”  Wesley snapped.

“Tell me
where Abigail is.”  Val held his hand up and Wesley watched as his
fingernails lengthened into sharp points.  He traced one lightly across
Wesley’s throat, smiling when the big man inhaled sharply.

“Tell me,
Wesley
.” 
Val grinned at him.

“There’s a
lake to the north.  She and the pixie went to get water.”

“You let
her go alone?”  Anger crossed Val’s face and, for one bleak moment, Wesley
was certain the vampire would kill him.

“She can
take care of herself.”  Bill spoke up. 

“Can she,
old man?”  Val glared at him.

“She’s
better with the sword than all three of us.”  He said nervously. 
“Besides, it is only a short distance away.”

Val turned
back to Wesley.  “If I see you touching her, I’ll kill you.  Do we
have an understanding?”

“Yes.” 
Wesley bit out.

“Good.” 
Val patted him lightly on the cheek and disappeared into the woods before
Wesley could blink.

“Jesus.” 
Bill wiped a shaking hand across his forehead.  “He’s going to kill us
all, Wesley.  We should kill him first.”

Wesley
shook his head.  “We need him.  He’s our best shot for rescuing
Michael.  Besides, he won’t kill us.”

“Are you
sure about that?”  Evan asked quietly.

“No.” 
Wesley replied grimly.

* * *

“There,
doesn’t that feel better?”

Val stood
at the edge of the tree line and watched as Abigail, sitting on a large rock
that jutted out over the water, dumped a small cup of water over Violet. 
The little pixie was naked and soap was sluicing down her skin as Abby, wearing
a towel and her skin and dark hair damp with moisture, scooped more water out
of the lake and poured it over her.

“Honestly,
Violet, I don’t think you’ve bathed since I last saw you.”  Abby teased
gently.

Violet
grinned at her and flew into the air above her.  She twirled, spinning
faster and faster until her wings and body were a blur.  Tiny droplets of
water mixed with pixie dust sprinkled on to Abby and she smiled fondly at the
pixie.

Violet
abruptly stopped spinning and dropped onto Abby’s thigh.  Her formerly wet
purple hair was now dry, and it surrounded her head in a huge wind-blown
halo. 

Val smiled
a little as Abby giggled.  “Now that gives a whole new meaning to air
dry.” 

Violet
patted her hair and preened prettily before turning and wiggling her naked ass
at her.  Abby laughed again.

“You have
no shame, little one.”  She handed Violet her dress and then suddenly
whipped around, her hand reaching for something on the rock beside her. 
Val had moved up behind her and he blinked as he felt the dagger at his throat.

“Careful,
Abigail.”  He was impressed by her quickness.  He thought he’d been
completely silent and yet she had still heard him.

“Don’t
sneak up on me like that!”  She snapped at him as she pulled the dagger
back.  “I could have killed you.”

“Doubtful.” 
His gaze moved down her damp body.  “Your towel is slipping.”

She glanced
down, a hot blush rising to her face, when she realized her towel had slipped
down to the top of her noticeably erect nipples.  She yanked the towel up
and slipped off the rock.  Her clothes were lying on the ground and she
picked them up, glancing back at Val.

“Turn
around.”

He arched
his eyebrow at her.  “Don’t you think it’s a little late for modesty,
Abigail?”

“Just turn
around, please.”  She replied.

He turned
and stared at the lake.  Violet, her wings fluttering lightly, hovered in
front of him.  She preened for him, turning to the left and the right and
fluttering her eyelashes at him.

He grinned
in spite of himself.  “Yes, bug, you look very pretty.  And you smell
much better as well.”

She scowled
at him and zoomed forward.  He waited for her nip, the little bug had a
habit of biting when she was displeased, but she only kissed him lightly on the
nose before hovering in front of him again.

“You’re in
a good mood.”  He raised his eyebrow at her and she shrugged and darted
past his shoulder.

“I’m
done.”  Abigail said softly.

He turned
and stared her up and down.  She was strapping her knife around her
pant-clad thigh and she smiled when Violet pulled playfully on her damp hair.

“What I
wouldn’t give for a hair dryer.”  She said to Violet.

“A
what?”  Val asked.

“A hair
dryer.  It was a type of – of machine that ran on electricity.  You
plugged it into an outlet in the wall of your home and used it to dry your
hair.”