The Dawn of Wynter Ch. 02

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"You've won Philippe, let me go," she said in a cold tone.

"I'm not quite finished chèrie, see you still have not answered my question."

"What question?" she growled, still attempting to get free.

"Keep moving like that ma chérie, and I will be forced to fuck you right this moment," he said, pressing his hardening cock against her thigh, "and I would much prefer that you come to me willingly." She stopped wriggling immediately, although she was seething at his comment.

"Now, are you going to admit that you were hiding from me?" he continued.

"I was not hiding!" she pronounced each word carefully.

He chuckled, his eyes roaming across her glistening face.

"It seems I'll have to teach you to stop lying to me Zara, a lesson I will very much enjoy."

Before she could answer, one hand slid behind her head, curling into her hair, pulling it up so her mouth was slanted up for him as he brought his lips down to hers. She stiffened in shock, as his lips caressed hers, his tongue tracing her full bottom lip before drawing it into his mouth and nibbling on it lightly. If she thought the touch of his hands had been marvelous, the touch of his lips sent fire burning through her veins. She felt every fiber in her being, every muscle and cell responding to this man.

She couldn't help the quiet moan that escaped her. She felt his lips smiling against her and he continued his assault on her luscious mouth. His tongue was now dipping into her open lips, tasting her. She tasted perfect to him. Hints of jasmine and vanilla with an undertone of orange flower met his senses. It was enthralling. He felt her relax a bit and she was suddenly meeting his kiss was as much enthusiasm and need. She sought out his tongue, nipping it lightly before devouring his mouth. He released the hand that he was still gripping above her head and she brought it to his face and ran her hands into his long midnight black hair, curling her fingers in it, pulling him closer.

It was when he began rubbing himself against her, his hardness pressed between them, that she froze, all sense rushing back to her, did she realize what she was doing. She pulled back and he stared down at her, smiling victoriously.

"Ah, you are ready to admit it?" he asked matter-of-factly.

She glared at him stubbornly. "Very well," he whispered and he came back down, resuming the kiss and she felt herself drowning in the sensations he was instilling in her yet again. She knew he could smell her arousal, she could definitely feel his. She hated the total loss of control she had around him. She hated that she liked the way he was kissing her that she wanted so much more.

It was too overwhelming and before she knew what she was doing, she ripped her lips from his and practically yelled, "YES, I was hiding ok? Now get off me Philippe." She was pushing at his chest, her legs scrambling to get up. He made it harder than it should have been on her, trying to prolong their body contact. She finally had enough and punched him hard in the side of the head, splitting open his cheek. He stared at her shocked for a moment bringing his hand up to his cheek and then continued his infuriating laugh. Grabbing him by the shoulders and rolling him over, she slammed his back into the ground, her hands resting on either side of his shoulders as she straddled him. Her face was mere inches from his as she glared down at him.

"Let me make this clear Philippe, you may think there's some special connection here, and you may be more than skilled in the kissing department, and perhaps being a Vyrkaryan has inflated your pretty little head so much you think you can dominate any woman you please, but I assure you nothing will come of it. Do you understand? " she growled in one long breath.

He smiled back at her arrogantly, and began laughing. "Are you sure? I rather thought I smelled something coming of it," he replied pushing his hips up into her heated core, reminding her of how she responded to him with complete wantonness. Her anger began rising again and she found her hand moving before she could stop it. She grabbed one of the Sai that had been tossed close by and flipped it in her hand before slamming it down hard, slicing through the center of his palm and into the mat below them. "Witch!" he hissed in pain, the gold in his eyes flashing wildly. She definitely played dirty, he thought, but then so do I.

"As long as we're clear," she replied coolly. She huffed and stood, no longer wanting any contact with the man. She was infuriated that he brought out such strong emotions, that she let herself react to him in any way. She began walking towards the door, eager to escape his company.

"What Zara, you're not going to wipe my hand clean again? It does sting a little. Maybe you can kiss it better?"

She raised her hand up, flicking him off, her back still facing him.

"At lease you think I'm a good kisser," he laughed, as he stood up, slowly sliding the needle like knife from his palm with a hiss and tossing it aside.

"Stay away from me Philippe," she said in a cold voice, her back still facing him as she grabbed the door handle, her other hand still up in a rude gesture, that had him chuckling again.

Once she was in her room, she breathed a sigh of relief. She was tense yet again. Her emotions were running wild. She was angry at Philippe. The ass had forced himself on her! He kissed her, almost fucked her, made her admit to hiding, and had attacked her. His sheer power scared her. And yet, she was still curious about the man.

She puffed out a long breath. Who was she kidding? She was angrier at herself. He hadn't forced himself on her, she let him kiss her, and she had enjoyed every damn minute of it, her body's reaction was proof enough of that. She was hiding, she was just angry he realized what she was doing. The fact that he was not scared to fight her intrigued her even more, he saw her as an equal, not as a fragile little girl. His power scared her but it brought out questions too. Like why did they both feel such a strong pull towards each other, after only a short time of acquaintance? Why did he seem to possess the same magic which ran through her veins? The man had the ability to make a confident and powerful two thousand year old vampire feel like an unsure little girl. Who the hell was Philippe Desmarais and what was he doing in her life?

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Philippe remained in the gym for a while longer, thinking on what had just transpired. He was stunned at Zara's speed, matching him perfectly. Her skill surpassed every vampire her age. How is that possible, he thought? He had enjoyed sparring with her, seeing how far he could push her. She had impressed him, his fondness for her growing. Looking down at his crotch, he thought of other things that had grown in her presence. She ignited his passion with a simple touch, and he had almost given in to his desires when he had her pinned, but forcing a woman wasn't his style. He liked when they came willingly. Something told him Zara Wynters would not be so easy to seduce. He had been briefed on Zara, but his colleague had clearly left out a few things, while downplaying others, like her speed and strength, and he had been unprepared for the real thing. Seeing her fierceness at the club, and again in the gym, it called to him on so many levels. He was meant to merely check up on her, but he wanted to do so much more.

He was too old and had traveled alone for too long to even contemplate a mate. If he had walked six millennia without finding a suitable companion, he was certain he wouldn't in the next six. He whiled away his time by taking as many lovers as he could. He liked a challenge when it came to women. All too often they threw themselves at him. He liked a little bit of a chase. It was like a game to him, and he had just found his new player. Despite his past however, he sensed once he had a taste of Zara, he would want more of her. She occupied his thoughts constantly since he moved here. Listen to yourself Phillippe, he thought, you sound like a lovesick puppy! You just need to fuck her and get her out of your system that is all. Just then his phone rang. He sighed, seeing the caller ID. His friend would not be pleased if he knew of his own selfish plans.

"Âlo, mon ami. Missed me?" he teased.

"Philippe, it has almost been a month, and I have yet to hear from you," a deep voice rebuked.

"Well, my friend, I have been quite busy introducing Kai to the duties of the Vyrkaryan. As to the main object of your concerns, she did not return home until two weeks ago."

"You could have informed me of her arrival," the voice rumbled.

"Yes, but I wanted to wait until I was better acquainted with the beauty," he said, his tone implying exactly how well he wanted to be acquainted with Zara.

"Philippe," the voice warned, "Do not play with the girl! Her distress increases daily, I will not have you toying with her already precarious emotions. She is not some whore that you fuck and toss to the side!"

"You and Kailan really do need to learn how to play, always so serious," he mock whined, "Besides, she has more balls than the two of you combined. You underestimate her."

"I mean it Philippe, keep your cock in your pants, and do what I asked of you, old friend."

"I'll try, but I can make no promises. It would be a sin against any man not to attempt to. She truly is extraordinary."

He heard a deep sigh, "You have no idea just how much," he said in barely a whisper. "Just keep an eye on her, Philippe, I feel her every day, she has been penetrating my attempts to block, although I don't think she realizes it. Her power grows."

"You worry too much! The woman holds more strength than you give her credit for. You conveniently forgot to mention just how powerful she is. She nearly took my head off today," he chuckled.

"Too bad she didn't succeed."

Philippe let out a loud laugh, "You could not live without me, old friend, and you would miss me too much."

"Keep telling yourself that Philippe, in the meantime, let me know if anything of interest happens."

"You should tell her Xander, she will not like that she has been kept in the dark so long."

"All in time, Philippe, all in time..." The line went dead, and Philippe sighed. Did Antoinette not say the same?

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ElhazElhazabout 11 years ago
What a great story

I am loving the story. It is well written and a great story line.

elle137elle137about 11 years agoAuthor
Cyalith

Thanks for pointing that out. There has been a lot of discussion about Sai throughout history. Whether they are purely a defensive weapon or if they can actually pierce through people. Through my research, the Monouchi (shaft) and Saki (tip) of Sai are, yes, usually round edged, not sharp, but there are a few that are faceted and sharp, that can actually cut. They're well-used to block and entrap weapons; the pommel is suited for striking, as is the blunted tip of the shaft. You can still stab with them, if the tip is tapered enough, given you put enough force into the thrust, and Zara definitely can. They are usually used for bludgeoning, but can still cause some serious damage! For the story's sake, let's assume that Zara has had her's custom made, as you can, and that they are sharp as any knife or sword. Elektra got away with it, let's hope I can too ;) haha! Happy Reading!

CyalithCyalithabout 11 years ago
Sai

Loving your story. Just one little factual thingy that I'd thought I'd mention. Based on all the ones i've seen and everything I've read a sai is not actually a knife or bladed weapon. The one's I've used are a prong/ baton type weapon. Those points are actually rounded, and while you could use them to stab with it would be quite brutal. (Like stabbing someone with a fireplace poker.) I always thought they were sharp too until I actually learned to use one. Anyway, keep up the great writing!

elle137elle137about 11 years agoAuthor
WOW!

I'm taking the day to respond to all of my readers! Thank you thank you thank you! It really just makes my day to read your wonderful comments! Even if one person found this story even remotely interesting I'd be happy, so to have all this great feedback has really pushed me to write more, and really step up the posts!

About the whole French thing, I apologize that you found it annoying, I try not to write too much French terminology, and use simple endearments like "cherie, ma petite, cher, etc" all of which are the same form of my dear, my love, darling, etc. It isn't central to plot in any way which is why I didn't really think about it too much. BUT AhzureDragon makes a good point, I will put a translation of any french terms at the beginning of my post, or on my profile page so that you don't have to go googling every word!

AhzureDragonAhzureDragonabout 11 years ago
Loving the Story

OH loving the story. Side note to the comment about being turned off from the story with the French... Ever tried looking up the words and getting a translation for yourself? It shouldn't always but up to an author to supply the translations. And it would ruin the story unless they were put at the end. Back to the story. I am loving Zara and her strong will. I am intrigued what her sire has in store for her and what is so special about her.

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