Lilith's Shadow Ch. 02

After being with him once, I felt an insatiable pull to stay with him. That's what part of me wanted. Another part of me wanted to go home. It was my priority to wake up the next morning in my own bed and in my own home since I felt the most comfortable there. I decided that I would wait till he went into the bathroom before I would try to make my get away. I got as far as getting my bra and underwear on before he came out of the bathroom.

My attention was lost on my current objective and went to him instead. He stood by the bathroom door crossing muscular arms over his body. He didn't seem embarrassed about the full display of his man hood and this made me smile. I loved it when a man could be comfortable enough not to hide himself.

I ran my eyes boldly over his body, starting with the dark curly hair that seemed to mold itself around his neck. The curls were wiry and went every where. His brown skin seemed to make the beautiful bone structure he had stand out even more with a strong chin and high cheekbones. He had large thick lashed gray eyes, with an amused, satisfied and playful look in them.

I decided in that moment that he was non threatening and for the first time in my life, maybe I'd picked a winner. My eyes went over his beautiful mouth and I felt my heart sink in my chest, disappointed. It was just a shame that he exuded sex appeal. I'd thought in the club that he was a looker, but damn, with a body like that and the way he seemed to be very proud and self assured, I knew that if I didn't leave I would be convinced to go against my own plans and stay with this guy; which could develop into something more than what I wanted, so instead, to brush him off, I said, "You do understand that this cannot and will not happen again, right?"

His eyes seemed to glow at that moment and I heard a voice whisper, "Too late" I put my eyes down to the ground and grabbed the clothes that I had worn, "I had fun. It was nice, but we can't do this again."

"You can't or you won't?" He inquired, his voice sounding closer to me. I looked up and sure enough, he was standing there staring at me. I felt my heart began to thump in my chest and this irritated me. "I won't."

"Why not?"

"Because it complicates things, I mean, I have..." I stopped right there. There was no need for me to explain myself to this man.

"How is that?" He inquired.

"Because it just does. You just need to go back to your world and I'm going to go back to mine." I thought of my school and work. I only had one more year to go toward my undergraduate degree in Medical Science. After this, I was planning to go into dermatology and prepare for my medical residency. Where to, I'm not sure. Anyhow, that's why he and I just couldn't go any further than what we have already gone because I don't want any distractions. I'd had enough distractions with my kids father.

"So then, I guess you are going to say good bye?"

I looked up into soft gray eyes and once again felt something tell me to give the guy a chance, but I pushed that voice to the back of my head. "I'm saying goodbye." I whispered, glad that I'd finally gotten my clothes on. I grabbed the sandals I'd kicked off on the other side of the bed. I stood up and was about to walk toward the table that held my purse on it, when he grabbed my face. Pulling it around to his, he placed a very deep yet sweet kiss on my lips. Again, I felt my body beg to stay with him at-least through the rest of the night. I tried to push the desire away when he confirmed what my body said by pulling me close to him, grinding my clothed body hard into his naked one. I moaned and kissed him back with as much passion as he did me.

I didn't want that kiss to stop because it felt so good. As though he heard what my thoughts were, he moved from my lips to my neck. My fleeting conscience, whispered, "Go home. You're supposed to go home. As if hearing my thoughts, he looked up at me and stared into my eyes. "Stay." And before I could tell him no, he captured my mouth in his one more time. This time I felt his tongue stroke my mouth as it opened to him. That wasn't the only place that seemed to be stroked. He seemed to stroke my most intimate areas as well.

I bit down on his bottom lip and was surprised to taste blood. He moaned very loudly and whispered, "You're mine." Doing the only thing I could do, I jumped up and wrapped my legs around his waist and whispered against that little voice in my head, "Yes." He then grabbed my rear and pushed it into him. I thought, one more time wouldn't hurt, then I'll go. My last thought as he lowered me down on the bed was a fleeting sense that my body was not my own any more.

Stefan:

I understood what I was doing was wrong, but a vampire's seduction to one man is like art to the next man. Mainly to us vampires. Seduction is not just about getting sex. It's not just about will power and it's not just about bending someone to your will, but more so, it's about bending a person at times to their own will. I could hear everything Odilia was thinking in her head. She didn't know that I knew she had two kids. She didn't know that I knew she was looking forward to going to school for dermatology and she definitely didn't know that I knew the struggle that she put up just so that she could get home.

I'm told that when a vampire finds his mate, she can either make or break him, depending on the guy. I was determined to make her throw all caution to the wind just so she would follow her heart to be with me. She was going to fall madly in love with me and want me just as much as I wanted her. She would definitely need me when I was done with her.

I wondered if that sounded too cliche? Not many people can analyze their thoughts thoroughly and admit that they are a die hard romantic. Me, as part of my former life, I was a die hard romantic when I wanted the woman; and let me tell you, a vampire's desire is a hundred times that of a human. It's purely instinctual, where as humans have instinct as well as rationale, a vampire can only have so much rationale before his instinct takes over. At-least that's in my case. My instinct was telling me to make her mine and by the gods, I was going to do just that.

Odilia

There was a knock on the door. I murmured, "go away, Tavis and Olivia, let me sleep, ya'll."

"House keeping." A voice yelled.

I quickly pulled my head up from the bed. Glancing over at the clock, I realized that it was two o'clock the next day. I sat up and glanced up. There was an outfit hanging in the closet, alongside a gray silk robe. I wrinkled my brow in confusion. There was another knock on the door, "House keeping?"

I grabbed the robe from the closet and wrapped it around my body. Going to the door, I pulled it open, my eyes hurting after being in a dark room all night and the early morning. "Yes?" I put my hand above my eyes.

"I'm sorry, I'll come back later." the lady stated, glancing up at me.

"Just give me forty five minutes and I will be out ok?"

"I'll come back in an hour."

I gave her a half smile, "Thank you."

"No problem," She stated.

The lady moved her cleaning supplies and made her way to the next room. As she was about to knock, I closed the door. I turned around as my eyes adjusted to the room and noticed that my clothes were in the trash can. Feeling a bit of irritation at that, I growled frustrated. How could I enjoy myself so much that I forgot all about leaving? I was really angry at the fact that he'd gotten out of bed before I did and left without even waking me. What kind of man does that? I let out a squeal and walked over to the closet where new clothes hung.

I can't believe that everything I'd had on was ripped. The button had been popped off my pants, my silk halter top had been ripped in half and don't get me started on my underwear. I blushed at that thought. I don't think I ever had a guy who refused to allow me to leave before and me allow it to happen. When he'd done away with my clothes, with me in them, I didn't do anything but open my legs to him. Most girls would get angry but no, instead I open my legs wide and say have a field day.

I grabbed the clothing off the hangers and am surprised that he chose my size. Even the bra and underwear were right. I flickered my hand over the bra and appreciated that it was one of those silk ones without the under wire. The underwear were a nylon type, with no seams, bikini. I felt my nipples harden at that. I wondered how he guessed what type of undergarments I liked? Anything that was comfortable had my name written all over it. I looked at the blue jean shorts and a draped short sleeve yellow top. I went into the bathroom and discovered everything I needed to shower already in there and not hotel stuff either. This brought a smile to my face. Maybe I could forgive him just for leaving like that.

Stefan:

I must have been sitting there drooling over the previous night for at-least twenty minutes before my sister Reina called me out of my reverie.

"Stefan?" She inquired in her British accent.

I looked at her, confused for a minute, "What?"

"You didn't hear what I asked you?"

I shook my head, "No, what did you ask?"

Reina walked up to me, inhaled sharply and said, "This one must be special to you."

"What?"

"The girl you stayed out all night for. She must be special, because even after you showered I can still smell her on you."

I smiled at Reina. "Yeah, what's it to you?"

Reina laughed, "I'm your sister jerk, I should know these things."

My tone full of banter, I teased her, "Should you really?"

"Yes."

"Alright then, you should know that she's my mate."

Reina clapped her hands joyfully and gave me a kiss on the cheek, "I'm happy for you."

"Are you really?"

"Yes, at- least now I won't be by my lonesome all the time, eh."

"Well, just because we were together doesn't mean that we are in the clear just yet."

"Why not?"

I looked down at the floor.

"Stefan Opheilus Grigore." She demanded in that mothering tone she got when either of us was holding something back from her. I sighed and said, "Technically she doesn't know we mated."

"What do you mean?" Now, Reina had her hand on her hip, her neck jutted out.

"Well, I kind of didn't tell her."

"Why not?"

"Well, because we never got around to that."

"You never got around to that? Stefan, you were out until the bloody sun came up, how can it be that you did not get around to it?"

"Reina, it's a lot more complicated than just that."

"So, what? You were so stricken by lust that you couldn't tell the girl that you mated with her?"

"No." I stated quietly.

Reina put a hand up to her face, "You didn't draw any blood from her right?"

"Just great Reina, rub it in for me." I stated and for some reason hating myself for my actions, now that it was dawning on me just how much Odilia had given up with out her knowing it.

"So, what do you think is going to happen when within a weak the girl is going to have trouble adjusting to the sun and she realize that she won't be able to go out during the day time any more? Oh yes and how are you going to explain her craving for blood? And how are you going to explain to her most of all that she has given up her life just to accommodate you?"

"Well, she said yes." My tone was feeble.

"Let me guess, you broke her down to say what you wanted and needed to hear for things to be as they are?"

"Now that you put it like that..." I started.

Reina interrupted me. "You better hope to hell that girl doesn't end up hating you for all the damn changes she's about to go through. I hate when vampires do that shit. I never suspected that you would do that."

I licked my lips, "You don't understand Reina, I wasn't going to do it, but the way she moved was incredible."

Reina frowned, "I don't want to hear your sexual experience Stefan, I just want to know why you didn't give her the opportunity to decide for herself if she wanted this life."

"I wanted her for myself, that's why. She wanted me as well."

"Stefan, you better pray that that girl doesn't come for blood when she completely turns because if she does, you are going to be in a hell of a lot of trouble. You better hope that girl doesn't end up hating your guts."

I felt my heart drop into my stomach. Although it hadn't even been twenty four hours, I didn't want to think about loosing her. What we had shared had been so sweet.