Becoming His Ch. 02

"Yes. I cannot enter a human's home without an invitation."

"Wow. Every time?"

"No. Only once, unless the invitation is revoked."

Whoa. This is so crazy! I can't get over how much is similar to vampire fiction stories. As usual, I still have more questions.

"So, you can come in here whenever you want now?"

"Essentially, yes. Doesn't mean I will, but there is no longer a barrier preventing me from doing so."

"Unless it's revoked, right?"

"Yes. You could revoke my invitation by saying exactly that. Anyone could, but they would obviously need to know to say so."

I guess that's good to know but I can't imagine doing it. I don't want him to leave. Obviously he would have to at some point with the whole sun issue thing, but I won't force him to. I don't know what would happen if I revoked it while he was still in the apartment but I don't really care right now. It feels like hours upon hours have passed since I got home but the clock shows that it's only quarter to ten. I'm so exhausted. Alexander asks, "Are we done with the questions for now?" I nod. I'm done. I'm too tired to think and analyze and wonder. He smiles and says, "Good." Immediately after saying that one word he leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine. Oh. The gentleness lasts only a second before he leans further into the kiss and parts my lips with his tongue. I think I forgot how good this feels.

When I respond with my own tongue he pushes himself up over me and lowers me back onto the pillows without breaking our kiss. I can feel the length of his body along mine and the gentle yet firm pressure of it on top of me. His tongue is dancing around my mouth and I revel in the coolness and simple taste of him. My body instantly comes to life and a gentle humming of excitement spreads through me. I don't have to wait long before I can feel the proof of his excitement as well. I wrap my hands around his head and pull him tighter against my mouth. I need more of him. Our kiss is turning more and more passionate and he has pushed his body between my legs. Without even thinking about it, I wrap both legs around his waist and lock my ankles at his back. It's like I'm starving and he's the only cure.

One of his hands slides down my body and grabs my ass. With that one hand he pulls my hips tighter against him and I feel the hardness of his erection press into my jeans. A small moan escapes me as the seams of my denim press against his. He repeats the motion and I roll my hips against him. Pressing into me again he breaks our kiss and looks into my eyes as he quietly says, "Why can I not resist you?" I don't know why I can't resist him either. I push my hips up into him and moan again at the friction it causes inside my pants. He matches each of my hip movements with his own and we watch each other give into the sensations. I feel his hand leave my ass and slide up over the top of my jeans to the button. With quick fingers he undoes both the button and zipper in one quick motion. I assume he's going to remove my pants so I lower my legs from around his waist but instead, he slides his hand inside them. At the feel of his hand running over the top of my mound and down to cup me I let a low moan out and spread my legs as wide as the jeans will allow.

I swear it's like I crave his touch. I want it so badly that it's like needing a drug and you'll do anything to get it. I grind myself against his hand through my panties and hope he doesn't stay outside them too long. He doesn't. In a swift move he pulls his hand out and slips it beneath the thin fabric of my pink thong and runs his hand down my slit. My entire body shudders at the feel of him. I've been missing this, wanting this all week. The coolness of his fingers is in such contrast to my building heat and I can feel how wet I am already at the ease of movement he has when he slides up and down my lips. Our eyes are still locked on each other and I see his fangs emerge from his mouth.

I bite my own lip when he traces my opening with one finger and runs more of my juices up and around my clit. I fight the urge to shut my eyes. I want to see him. My breathing has taken off and each one is shallower than the last. I'm moaning and rocking my hips below him. As I feel his fingers begin to move in increasingly faster circles on my hot bud I suddenly realize this isn't what I want. I want him! I cry out for him to fuck me as I try to push his hand away. His eyes seem to darken in an instant and I watch as he quickly moves up on his knees and yanks my pants off my body in one pull. It was so abrupt and fast it almost stung as the denim flew across my skin. Just as quickly his jeans are gone and so is whatever he was wearing below them. I never saw. I barely even get a glimpse of him between his legs when he suddenly rips my panties into two pieces and throws them aside. It all happens so fast that it almost seemed like it took no time whatsoever.

He lifts me up and pulls me to him where he is kneeling on the bed. In a fluid motion he positions me above his erect penis and thrusts up into me. I cry out and drop my head back. He has both arms around my holding me in front of him above the bed and my legs are resting on either side of his. He is thrusting himself in and out of me while moving my body up and down and all I can do is hold onto him. My mind is lost in the feel of him inside of me again. I'm moaning almost constantly as I ride up and down on his penis. He's fangs are fully elongated and shining in the lamp light and their presence seems to drive me further to the edge. His eyes are so dark they could be mistaken for black.

We're fucking so hard I can barely breathe and I can feel every inch of me on the verge of explosion. I hear myself cry out sharply and I grip into his shoulders when it hits. It's like a tidal wave charging through me. My head drops backwards and I'm practically blind in ecstasy. My own voice gives out on me after several long cries and my body is racked with deep convulsions as my orgasm rips through each and every muscle. I can feel my body clenching around his penis and his groans are filling my head. He slams into me once more and reaches his finish with one long sound I can't even describe. I'm suddenly on the bed and I don't really know if he placed me down or if I just simply fell back. I'm still trying to catch my breath. Damn. That was intense!

Finally I manage to open my eyes again and find Alexander on his back beside me. I'm so exhausted I can barely even roll onto my side to face him. It's only now that I realize I still have my t-shirt and bra on and he's still in his sweater. How did I not notice that before? Alexander laughs a little and wraps his arm around my back and pulls me against him. He runs his hand up and down my bare arm below the edge of the short sleeve fabric and I shiver at my still sensitive skin. I can't keep my eyes open when I hear him speak, "You need sleep. Don't fight it." I sigh a little but insist I can't go to sleep because of the party. Huh. This is the first time I've even thought of the party in a while and I can still hear the loud music. Clearly no one heard us. He slips out from under my head and puts his pants on. He leans down and whispers, "I'll be rid of them then." What? Oh no! I sit up too fast and make my head swim for a moment. He's back by the side of the bed and lowers me back down while pulling the comforter up over me. He tells me to sleep but I tell him repeatedly he can't hurt anyone. I hear him crack up in laughter as he sits beside me on the bed. When he finishes he says, "I'm not going to harm anyone. They won't even know I'm there, only that the party has reached its end. I do not attack humans for no reason. Now, rest. I'll be back in a moment."

He was out of the room before I could say anything else. It might have been a bit silly to assume he would hurt the people out there. What did I think he was going to do? Commit mass murder in my living room so I could sleep? Stupid. Still, I'm curious how this is going to play out. The music is abruptly cut off and I hear Breanne loudly telling everyone the party is over. She's so insistent. I hear her repeatedly telling people to leave and I hear no protests from the guests. Then only silence. A moment or two passes before Alexander walks back into the room and flips the light off. Once he climbs into the blankets beside me and presses himself against my back I ask him how he made Breanne tell everyone to go. He wraps his arm around me tightly before answering, "I made her decide. She never even saw me. She's now in her room and the apartment is secured. I may have also forced her to decide not to throw late night parties any longer." No more parties? Awesome! Who knew having a vampire around would be so handy?

He plants little kisses along the side of my neck and says, "I'm happy I could be of service." I can't help but laugh. Sleep is pulling me down but I don't want this to be over yet. After a few more kisses he says, "I will stay while you sleep if you like. At least until I must leave before dawn." I whisper I want do him to stay and he gives me a little squeeze. I hear him say, "Then I will." I sigh, contented. As I drift further he begins to speak softly, "This is very new for me, Leila. I tried to stay away for your sake. I fought the desire to see you and it nearly drove me mad. It was your fear that brought me here tonight but I suspect I would have come sooner or later. It seems I cannot give you up even though I should." I sigh again and whisper that I don't want him to. He tenses before saying, "You don't know what you're saying." I try to roll around to face him but he doesn't let me shift. I tell him that I do know. I don't want him to give me up, as he put it. I spent the last week going crazy with the need to see him. I don't want him to disappear again. As I finish, he gives me a squeeze and says, "We have a lot to discuss then. Sleep now."

The next morning I awake to an empty bed and a somewhat sore body. Sex with Alexander is distinctly two things; amazing and exhausting. Sex was never like this for me with either of my previous two boyfriends. I definitely never had orgasms the way I do with him and was never left so sore and drained of energy. More importantly I was never left so thoroughly sated either. Is it because he's a vampire? I don't know for sure but I suspect it is. Maybe he's just more experienced but I think it's being the creature he is that gives him the stamina and power to fuck us into oblivion. A shiver runs through me just at the thought.

Despite knowing he couldn't be here in the morning it was a little disappointing to no longer have his arm around me. I wonder when he left. After lying around in bed for far too long I finally force myself up and get ready for another day at work. I'm so glad it's finally Friday! It's been a long week. In the shower I have a vague thought that I should probably be upset about the events of the party last night with that creep and almost witnessing a death but it seems so unimportant. I don't bother to linger on that very long. I end up rushing through the rest of my morning routine after wasting even more time in the shower daydreaming. It's only on my way out to my car that I finally check my phone and find a message from a number I don't recognize. It reads: *May I see you tonight? -- Alexander* Oh! So he did save my cell number. The time stamp says he set it at a little past six am. So he sent it right before sunrise. I can't help but smile. I was a bit nervous I would have to wait another five days before he would show up again. I quickly type out a response even though I know he won't see it until much later, *Yes. I'm out of work at 6. Your house or mine?*

Work sucks. My job itself is fine but it's hardly exciting. I spend hours upon hours answering phones, directing visitors to the appropriate office, and scheduling meetings for perspective clients. It's boring on a good day. Today, I'm far too distracted to be much use. I'm caught daydreaming by several clients that approach my desk and blush when I finally realize they're there. This is a problem. One very nice older woman catches me and gives me a smile when I struggle to act like I'm on top of everything. Before I even have a chance to apologize she says, "Do not worry, my dear. I know that look. Sometimes men have a way of driving us to distraction. Enjoy it while you can! One day you'll be too old like me and have only memories to sustain you." She ended with a little wink and patiently waited for the information she needed. I quickly check her in and direct her down the hall. I'm much more careful after that.

Two long meetings later and a busy afternoon of endless clients I finally get a chance at a break. While in the break room drinking tea I hear my cell buzz on the table. I'm shocked to see its Alexander until I realize it's almost five. Oh yeah, time change. I'm really going to have to get the sunrise and set times down if I'm going to spend time with him. I open the message up and read.

Alexander: *I find I enjoy rising to a message from you. Another first.*

Oh! I glance around the break room but the other two people in here with me aren't paying any attention. I have a few minutes to talk so I put my tea down and answer.

Me: *I liked it too. :) What time did you leave?*

Alexander: *I'm happy to hear that. After 4am. I didn't want to wake you.*

Wow. I had no idea he would stay for so long. What did he do, just watch me sleep? Sounds boring.

Me: *Weren't you bored watching me sleep for hours?*

Alexander: *I have not been bored a single moment I've spent with you.*

Me: *Are you always this sweet over text?*

Alexander: *I have never been accused of being sweet. I'm unsure what to think of it.*

Uh oh! I hope that didn't piss him off or anything. I scramble for something to say but he sends another before I have a chance.

Alexander: *Yet another first with you. You seem to bring out quite a few new things in me. It's intriguing.*

Oh! Ok then. I glance at the time and realize I have to get back to my desk in a few minutes. It's disappointing.

Me: *Well, I like it! I have to get back to work soon though.*

Alexander: *Ah. When shall I pick you up tonight?*

Me: *Um. If we're going to your house again maybe I should drive there. That's too long of a drive for another cab ride.*

That cab was far too expensive at almost a forty-five minute drive from his door to mine. My bank account will surely object to another one of those trips!

Alexander: * I'm staying in my apartment in the city. About 10 minutes from you.*

Me: *You have two homes??*

Alexander: *In this area, yes. I will explain later if you wish.*

I think that's my hint he doesn't want to explain over text. It makes me wonder what I should and should not say. I assume anything about being a vampire would not be appreciated. Shit. I have to go.

Me: *Ok. I have to go. I still want to drive to you though.*

Alexander: *Very well. I will send you the information later. Will around 8pm be a good time for you?*

Me: *Yes. :)*

I quickly clean up my still full mug of now cold tea and hurry to my desk. I quickly toss my phone in my drawer without a chance to see if he said anything else. There are clients waiting. An hour or so later I'm finally free from work until Monday morning and for the first time in a while I'm excited about the night ahead. Usually when everyone else is looking forward to their weekend I'm just hoping my roommates leave me alone and expecting to spend my time watching TV and other things around the house. Not tonight! Once home I quickly shower and blow my hair out straight. It's when I go to my closet that I hesitate. I have no idea what I should wear! He's only ever seen me in three things; my costume, jeans and a t-shirt, and in one of his shirts. What does one wear to go see a vampire? I hardly think this is a question most girls have to worry about. Frustrated, I toss on a robe and make myself a quick dinner instead.

When I head back to my closet my phone dings from my bed and it's him. The message has his address and a garage code. Hmm. I wasn't expecting that. I look from the closet to the phone a few times. Screw it! Plopping down on my bed I send him a message.

Me: *Garage code?*

Alexander: *Yes. Garage code. A keypad is at the entrance. Park in the spot with my apartment number.*

Me: *Ok then. I'm not ready though. Having a girl problem -- no clue what to wear!*

Alexander: *You make me laugh, Leila.*

I think that's his equivalent to saying "lol" or a smiley face. I think I would laugh my ass of if he actually sent either of those things. It would seem so odd. Another message quickly follows the other.

Alexander: *What are you wearing now?*

Me: *A robe.*

Alexander: *I see no problem. Wear that.*

Wow. I should have seen that coming somehow.

Me: *I am NOT wearing just a robe! You're crazy.*

Alexander: *Perhaps. Wear whatever you like, you will not be in it long.*

Oh! I literally bounce with excitement. With new motivation I go back to my closet and decide on skinny jeans and an off the shoulder white sweater. I toss two extra pairs of panties into my purse just in case he decides to rip them apart again. Finding the torn pieces around my bedroom today was just strange. No one has ever literally ripped clothing from me before. If he keeps that up I'll have to go shopping. Just as I finish throwing some boots on Jessica bursts into my room talking about some party she apparently is expecting me to go to. In hindsight, I should have prepared some type of answer as to where I was going if my roommates asked me but I didn't even think about it. I should have known better. Seeing me getting ready to go somewhere without them is instant twenty questions about what I'm doing and why they're not included. Sigh.

It only takes Jessica a few seconds to notice I'm clearly not doing my typical Friday night and she literally stops mid-sentence to question it. She gives me a confused look, "Did I already tell you about this party?" I shake my head no and say I'm not going to any party. Now she looks shocked and follows me out of my room and down the hallway. Her voice trails behind me, "Well then where are you going? You never go out. Where are you going?" See how annoying this is getting? She can't even handle not knowing what's going on for two seconds. Sighing again as I put my coat on I simply say I'm meeting a friend. She just blinks at me, then says, "What friend?" Ok, now I'm getting really tired of this. I tell her she doesn't know them and she narrows her eyes at me. I highly dislike this girl. Telling her it's a guy will only make this worse so I say it's someone from work. She gives me a look that says she doesn't fully believe me. I don't care. I blow out of the apartment while tossing a bye over my shoulder before she has a chance to question me further. I hear her call my name a couple times but I ignore it.

After around fifteen minutes and two wrong turns my GPS manages to finally direct me to the apartment building matching the address Alexander gave me. It's impressive. I've never been in this particular part of Boston since moving here. The building is very tall and looks quite new. Very new, actually. It honestly looks like a hotel. Finding the garage was simple and sure enough a keypad was waiting for me. Maneuvering the car next to it I punch in the four digit code from Alexander's text message and two quick beeps sound in response. Slowly, the door in front of me opens and I descend into the underground garage. Following the one way arrows I locate an empty spot next to the Mercedes he drove me in last week. After parking I make my way over to the elevators and push the button for his floor. According to the elevator, it's the penthouse. Um. Nerves bloom in my stomach. I had already seen he had money based on the car and house, but this is just a bit over the top.