Love Bite Ch. 06byRavenMoon©
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Lorenzo sat in the lounge down the stairs from William's study, observing the behaviour around him. A fire crackled, warming the room and attempting to ease the tension that was being so eagerly emitted from his companions.
He'd been introduced to Mia a few hours ago and after her initial reservations she had opened up more and had soon seemed to relax in his presence. He noted how William was sat next to her and how he seemed to watch her every move from the corner of his eye. He seemed so on edge now- a- days and dark circles had started to mark his face.
His body seemed to subconsciously gravitate towards hers as hers did to him but neither seemed aware of this. When William's phone had begun to penetrate the tranquillity, he had excused himself to answer it. He seemed to slump as he walked to his office and the light faded even more from his eyes as he left her side.
When he had shut the door behind him, Lorenzo looked over the gentle auburn haired woman in front of him. He took a thoughtful sip of his whisky as he mused over all he knew about her. The way in which she held herself showed her femininity yet her bowed head exposed her shy nature. Her hands were placed on her lap showing her lack of confidence in her surroundings and...
"Sir Lorenzo," She called, pulling him out of his analysis. "Please can you stop staring at me? You're making me anxious." As she finished her cheeks warmed and he frowned. He'd never seen a vampire blush so much...
"Call me Lorenzo, please. And my apologies, I have just heard so much about you."
He cheeks darkened at the comment. "I hope you haven't heard ALL bad."
"Nonsense! I have only heard praise."
She gulped as her face, could you believe it, turned a shade redder.
"William?" He sent to his friend. "How is it possible for a creature to blush so much?"
A mental chuckle accompanied his reply. "I do not know, my friend, but I find it rather endearing..."
Lorenzo laughed to himself at his response and noticed Mia looking at him in mild confusion. "What?" She smiled.
He shook his head. "Nothing, my dear, I am just... thinking of a conversation."
William's laughter echoed in his mind. Ignoring William's amusement, Lorenzo looked outside. "Mia, it is such a wonderful evening. Would you care to accompany me for a walk outside?"
She glanced in the direction of the office. "What about William?"
Ah good, she cares about his feelings... "I believe that he may be a while."
She frowned as though considering the idea before rising cheerily. "I'd love to. Let me just grab my coat."
As Lorenzo waited for her to return, he couldn't help but once again think of William's composure. He could sense that he was occupied but the urge to question him upon it was still dominant in his skull.
"I am fine, old friend." William whispered into his mind.
"I thought you were meant to be working..."
"A very beautiful woman keeps on intruding my thoughts..."
Lorenzo had expected him to finish humorously but when he remained silent, his concern grew. "You look ill..."
"It is just the stress of the situation; I hope that it will soon pass."
"Have you seen any improvement?"
He was silent for a long time. "...No, but she no longer she's me as a threat."
Lorenzo faltered. "It has been a week!"
Again he was quiet. "...I know."
Mia returned to the room then and Lorenzo looked at her with new eyes. How was it possible for her to not be joined with William by now? Feeling his friend's despair he frowned.
She blinked at him. "What's wrong?"
He turned his face into a smile. "Nothing." Rising out of his chair he stood in front of her. "Shall we?"
She judged his face for a minute before shrugging and allowing him to lead her outside. The journey didn't take long and as they walked across the soft grass he was about to turn to speak to her when he realised she was no longer next to him. He turned around fully to see her stood still with her eyes closed and her head raised towards the sky. The light touched her face and her hair swayed in the breeze.
"She loves the light." William explained. A so called 'creature of the night' that adored the sunlight?
Lorenzo watched her in silence before she opened her eyes and looked at him. A gentle smile came across her face. "I'm sorry; it's just that when I first... changed I thought I'd never be able to feel the light on my skin again."
He nodded. "I understand."
She took a few steps forward to join his side before they continued.
After a few minutes, they continued in the direction of the bright flowers. Lifting a branch of a tall blossom tree out of Mia's way, Lorenzo pondered over how to begin. "Mia, there is something I must explain to you about Lucias." She shifted uncomfortably at the subject. "About why he is still allowed in the manor."
"I was wondering about that." She confessed quietly. "William doesn't seem to like talking about him so I didn't ask."
"Be assured he is very rarely in the manor as he knows how unwelcome he is but he still, occasionally, needs to sort out business with William. You see, William is quite knowledgeable about companies so he is charged with offering business advice to other members of the community. After what happened William tried to convince the figure heads in our society to give him permission to ban Lucias from the building but due to Lucias' connections they went in his favour. Lucias is allowed to visit the manor when he is in need of guidance but is forbidden to go anywhere near the servant's quarters. It is an incredible vex to William. I have known him for a long time and yet I have never seen him as furious as he was at the council's decision."
She nodded solemnly. "When did you first meet William?"
He was unable to hide his amusement as he tried to work it out. "...It must have been three hundred and eighty four years ago."
Her shock was clear. "How old are you?"
"Four hundred and ninety eight this year."
She looked forward and frowned. "Everyone is so much older than I am..."
He laughed. "Just give it time."
Sadness entered her eyes. "... But I don't want to. I guess, I guess a part of me wants to still be human."
He stopped to look at her. "I am sorry for what happened to you, Mia. No one should go through that."
Her head bowed. Lorenzo could feel William's grief and felt the need to rectify the situation. "Mia, what do you consider makes a person human?"
"What do you mean?"
She bit her lip. "I've never thought of it that way before. I guess: emotions? A conscience?"
Lorenzo carried on with their stroll and she soon joined him. "Do you believe you possess these?"
"And you have these?"
She shivered. "Yes."
By now they had reached the blooms and she was bending her head to inhale each one and brush her fingers over their buds.
He watched her as she did so, feeling William's awe. Their connection caused him to think of his mate, Rose, and their own bond. His heart raced in his chest as he thought of her.
Remembering that William required his help, he forced himself to concentrate. "If you have these qualities then surely the rest is all insignificant."
When she was quiet he attempted to hear her thoughts but found she had her mental shield up. William had taught her well...
"...I guess..." She murmured. "Everything is just so new to me. I've been a..." She took a deep breath and released it slowly. "A vampire for a year now and yet I still know so little."
Lorenzo felt a jolt of shock through his link with William. "What is wrong?"
"She has never said the word before- she used to flinch whenever I used to speak it."
"Maybe you have helped her more than you realise, my friend."
William's pride and love washed over him at this. It appeared both had needed this conversation.
He focused his attention back on Mia. "It just takes time."
She looked at him with uncertainty. "Did William tell you about how he thinks...?" Her control on her mental barrier slipped before she put it back up.
Lorenzo smiled gently. "Yes, he told me how you're mates."
She frowned once more and bit her lip. "How he THINKS we're mates..."
Pain echoed through the link. "I believe you are."
She looked at him in dismay. "We can't be."
"It's... it just sounds insane." She turned her head towards the flower in her hand.
"The idea of vampires sound ludicrous but we still exist." He pointed out.
She shyly glanced up at him. "So you believe in 'mates'?"
Lorenzo grinned. "I KNOW they are real. I have been fortunate enough to find mine."
Mia's eyes widened. "Really? What's her name? Where did you meet her?"
He felt his happiness glow as he thought back to the moment he first saw her: the moment he just knew. "Her name is Rose and I met her in 1921."
Her face was alight with curiosity. It seems she's a romantic... "How long had she been a vampire?"
"She was human."
Mia's face fell and she paled. "Human? She was human? How did you...?"
He could work out what she was trying to ask. "How could I have a relationship with her when I she was human? It was very difficult- VERY difficult but I did it for her."
She looked at him in respect. "Wait, you said her name IS Rose. She's still alive but if you met her..." Her face grew grim. "You turned her."
"She asked me to. It took her a while to accept our bond but when she did she knew that we were on borrowed time."
"But what if she changed her mind?! What if you'd fed from her and then she didn't want to become like us?"
"I made sure she was certain of her decision and stayed with her while she changed." He explained.
She shook her head in disbelief and walked towards the trunk of the blossom tree.
"Why is it so difficult for you to accept that someone may have wanted this?"
He saw her shoulders lift as she breathed deeply before she turned around to face him. "I've only seen the negative with this- I just can't understand why someone would choose it."
He took a step towards her. "Some people find that the good out way the bad."
"But how do I find the good?"
"You allow yourself to be happy."
She raised an eyebrow. "What makes you think that I don't allow myself to be happy?"
"I have seen you around William." He persisted on when she rolled her eyes. "It is obvious you want to be with him but- for whatever reason- will not allow yourself to be."
Her face heated. "I don't know what you're talking about."
It was his turn to raise his eyebrow. "You are a terrible liar, Mia."
She sighed and pulled her coat tighter around herself. Neither one of them spoke as both became lost for words. Even the cool autumn air around them seemed to quieten as if sensing the need for peace.
"I think it's time we got back." She muttered.
"I am afraid it is time for me to leave." He offered her a gentle smile which she returned. "I will call by tomorrow."
"Do you want me to let William know?"
"He already knows."
Her confusion was clear. "How?"
"We have a link which allows us to communicate with each other. I have just let him know."
She gulped. "I...see...well, goodnight Lorenzo."
"Goodnight Mia." He picked up her hand and placed a gentle kiss on the back of it before releasing it. Pink tinted her cheeks before he watched her walk back towards the building.
"Good luck." He sent to his friend. Taking a deep breath he thought of Rose waiting for him and instantly felt a grin pull across his lips. Embracing the night around him, he began to run. The air whipped past him as he cut through it, moving so quickly trees shook in his wake.
Arriving at the tall house, he raced up the stairs- unnoticed by the maids- before stopping at the bedroom. A caramel haired beauty was pacing back and forth in agitation before looking up at him with relieved blue eyes.
Stepping forward he wrapped her in his arms where she relaxed. "Rose, I have told you there is no need to worry."
"I know," She breathed, her musical voice causing his heart to beat faster. "It just makes me anxious when you are away for so long."
Reaching down he kissed her hard on the lips and she melted under his affection. Running her hands through his hair, she moaned and his member eagerly began to harden. As he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist before he lay her down between the cushions.
She sighed. "Lorenzo..."
Mia made her way through the house still considering Lorenzo's words. He was the second person to have accused her of sabotaging her own happiness and now she was seriously considering the idea. She hadn't meant to; it hadn't been like she'd been trying to cause herself more misery.
But how had she been denying herself? She thought of William and her growing feelings towards him and had to battle the temptation to push the thought away. It was how she had survived for the past year. Anything that had imposed a threat to her shaky existence had to be ignored otherwise her fragile stability could have been compromised. The method had helped her so much it was now ingrained into her system and she was having trouble breaking from the habit. But did she want to? She still didn't believe that her and William were mates and that was the reason that she refused to acknowledge her feelings. To do so would allow her to fall into this delusion that they belonged together and yet it was killing her seeing how day by day another part of his soul would fade from his eyes. She was a mess.
Entering the lounge, she saw William sat on the sofa nursing a whisky. She'd asked him last week how he was able to drink normally but not through people. He'd explained that the adrenaline in their blood when they died mixed with the alcohol and caused problems for the vampire. She shivered at the thought and even though she hadn't understood completely she hadn't wanted to know anymore.
Noticing her movement in the doorway, William looked up and gave her a faint smile which she shyly returned. Moving towards the sofa, she tentatively sat next to him as he looked into the fire. After a few moments of comfortable silence, she eyed the whisky speculatively. "What does that taste like?"
He paused with the glass at his lips and looked at her in surprise. "You have never tried it?"
She shook her head. "I'm afraid not."
He looked at her for a moment as though judging her before passing her the liquid. Her heart hammered in her chest as he watched her. She longed to know what he was thinking.
As she carefully grasped the cool glass her fingers brushed over his and her skin began to tingle. Her eyes looked up at his before she hastily looked back down. Taking an uncertain sip she almost coughed at the strong flavour that filled her senses. Her face must have given her away as he took the glass back off her and chuckled. "It's an acquired taste."
"I thought rich men like you would have preferred brandy." She spluttered, still tasting the power of the flavour.
His amusement grew. "I became quite fond of it during the great depression." She laughed.
He seemed to focus on her hair as she grinned. "What?"
"You have blossom in your hair."
She reached up and picked at her hair. "Where?"
He placed the glass on the arm of the chair. "Here, let me." She lowered her hands as he reached across and ran his hand through her hair dislodging the pieces. Mia couldn't take her eyes of him as he did. He was so strong and protective and yet gentle at the same time. She'd never met a man like him...
She suddenly became aware that he was still running his fingers through her hair even though she was pretty sure her hair was now clear. The way in which he was looking at her caused butterflies to flutter in her stomach and each brush of his hand caused electricity to dance over her scalp. Fire seemed to run through her veins as his eyes gazed into hers. Desire pooled between her legs.
Clearing her throat, he moved his hand as she stood up. "Excuse me a minute." She just about saw his look of disappointment before she hurried to his en-suite and locked the door behind her. Looking at the mirror, she saw she was flushed. How did he do this to her? She gulped and ran a shaky hand through her hair. Need pulsed through her as her body craved him.
Her crotch begged for her attention and she gave into it by slowly rubbing her hand over the area. As the heat grew, she undid her trousers and pushed them down with her underwear. Sitting herself down, she ran her finger over her slit and massaged her breast slowly. She was soaking as she rested her head against the wall and closed her eyes. Her frustration grew as she continued to go on unfulfilled.
A knocking drew her attention up rapidly. There was no doubt that William was on the other side of the door. Panicked, she yanked her clothes back up and tried to compose herself. Opening the door, he stood there with a sexy smirk on his face and his eyes alight with humour. He knew.
Mia's face erupted in heat at the knowledge. He knew she'd been masturbating in his bathroom! How humiliating! The only thing that could make it worse was if he knew that she'd never had an orgasm! That would surely just kill her...
His eyes smouldered. He could read her mind.
She felt her face become even darker. Dahm it, dahm it, dahm it!
He stepped forward and possessed her lips pulling her against his body and leaving her vulnerable to his affections. Picking her up, he placed her on his giant bed before placing tender kisses down her neck. Her blood boiled. "William, I..."
His lips were at her ear and she had to suppress the urge to shiver. "Ssh, don't think: feel." He continued his trail down her neck. "I promised to teach you, Mia, so let me teach you..."
His mouth reached her collarbone and her head sank further back into the duvet under his intense kisses. His hands slowly undid her shirt and tenderly pulled it off. Slowly kneading her breast, he lifted his head to look at her: his gaze devouring her. Dread overcame her: no man had ever seen her like this...
"You are so beautiful." He whispered- his voice full of wonder. Warmth ran up her spine.
He removed her bra and ran his thumb over a nipple to see it harden. Meeting her eyes, he slowly lowered his head to her breast and began to suck. A gasp escaped her lips at the pleasure that he so powerfully invoked. Subconsciously, her back arched to encourage him. Using his hand, he began to tease her other nipple as it puckered. Unable to resist any longer, she grabbed his hair and drew his lips to hers. She didn't want to deny her feelings anymore- she couldn't. Kissing him with all she was worth, she explored his mouth with her tongue and felt her joy soar when he did the same.
Teasingly, he pulled away and ran his lips down her throat and she closed her eyes and combed her fingers through his hair. "William..."
She felt the bulge in his trousers and stroked it with a hand. He groaned. "One lesson at a time, love, one lesson at a time..."
Kissing down her chest, he continued on to her stomach and undid her trousers. Tugging them of, he stared hungrily at her underwear. Mia knelt up to watch him. William parted her legs and slowly caressed a thumb over the damp silk. Her body squirmed in longing as her nipples tightened in anticipation.
Painfully bit by bit, he slipped the silk thong off to expose her glistening sex. Bending her knees, William kissed the inside of her thighs before softly rubbing her slit with his finger. She gripped the sheets beneath her as she felt his breath across her sensitive flesh. "Please..."
She could hear his hushed chuckle before his tongue. Mia moaned as he lapped at her most intimate area- no longer bashful at his attentions. The pleasure made her delirious.