The Hero Ch. 03

Natasha's Point of View

Remington and I became super close, like really super close. We never actually put a label on our relationship and we didn't exactly refer to each other as boyfriend and girlfriend but we did spend most of our free time together. We got to know one another on a level that was deeper than a normal friendship. Plus, there was the sex. Oh man the sex! Having sex with Remington was like going into another dimension. Everything else just cease to exist when we came together, figuratively and literally.

That being said, though our dynamic was like that of two best friends who'd grown up together because after the whole thing of him showing up at my door and fucking me within an inch of my life we started to hang out and not just have sex. Okay, we did have sex but we also hung out. We played video games (which he mostly won but whatever) we went shopping and we went to the movies on a regular basis. It even got to the point where I was telling him about my day and the people who I worked with. I told him about how much I admired my boss and that I hoped at the end of my internship she'd take me on properly. I told him about my work friends and how I like a handful. I even told him about the guy who sits opposite my desk, another intern that is constantly trying to undermine me, wanting a job just like I did. I told him about the other guy that is a little too friendly, always staring at my chest whenever I leant over. All of this was cool and everything but in the back of my mind I always had a miniscule voice that was telling me that I didn't belong. Not with him, not with anyone. It all started on the second night that I'd slept with him. I didn't remember even biting him, let alone swallowing his blood. It had made me become so angry, but not just angry. I became paranoid and jealous. The worst thing is, that wasn't the first time I'd drank his blood. In all honestly I drank his blood almost every time he was inside me. I don't even know that I'm doing it until it's too late.

"Natasha, you've been here for ages now honey." Heather, my boss walked into the office that I shared with three other people who went home over an hour ago. "I appreciate your hard working ethic and everything but you need to go home."

"I'm almost finished editing this piece and then I promise I'll leave." I gave her a weak smile. I was tired, really fucking tired but I was almost done and everyone knew that I hated to leave things unfinished. "I promise." I repeated and her uncertain expression changed.

With an amused grin Heather rummaged through the 'in' tray on the filing cabinet by the door. "Well I'm going home now and don't think for one second that I don't know you're not on the rotor to work tomorrow, madam." She gave me a wave over her shoulder as she exited the office.

I quickly added whatever finishing touches to the article that I could because in all honesty, staring at this computer screen was the last thing I wanted to do on a Friday night. I had no plans though, Anna was constantly with Emerson these days and I rarely got to see her. I'd been trying for a while to get her out on a girls night but she'd always have plans with him. I didn't mind so much because I liked to see her happy and Emerson quite obviously did that. I just missed her that's all.

I backed up my save onto my memory stick and was just about to shut down the computer when all of the lights suddenly went out. I wasn't scared of the dark or anything but I had to admit that I was feeling a little frightened because this had never happened here before. The only source of light was the faint trickle of the emergency light in the main office by the fire door. Reaching for my bag, I got up from my chair and that was when the scent hit me and I knew I wasn't alone in the room any more. The hairs on the back of my neck raised as I felt a cool finger tip trace a pattern down my arm.

"I thought we were meeting tomorrow?" I don't know why my voice was barely above a whisper. He did this to me, every single fucking time.

"I couldn't wait." His voice was husky in my ear. I tried to turn my head to kiss him but he stopped me, keeping me with my back to him. "I couldn't stop thinking about you," His hand reached down to my pencil skirt and gripped my left butt cheek making me groan in response. "Couldn't stop thinking about this ass." His hand continued to knead the muscle as his other hand pulled on the zip. My skirt fell to the floor and he did along with it, feeling his lips pressed against the lace covered skin as he pressed open mouthed kisses against my back side.

"You're such an ass man." I chuckled. Normally I'd have been freaking out about what we were doing in a public place, my work place in fact but I couldn't bring myself to care. All rational thought leaves my head as soon as I'm in close proximity to this guy. His fingers hooked themselves into the sides of my underwear and went to work on pulling them down my legs until they fell at ankles with the skirt. I kicked the discarded material away with my foot and went to remove my foot from my high heeled shoe but his hand grabbed hold of my ankle, stopping me from doing so.

"Keep the shoes on." He breathed out as his hand found it's way from my ankle up to my thigh. With one last kiss to my ass he stood back up so he was behind me. His hands moved to my silky shirt and began to unbutton the material slowly until he revealed my matching bra. The silk and lace combo slid along my arms and then off onto the floor. "You make me fucking crazy, Natasha all the fucking time." His breath was like a cool breeze across my neck as he breathed in my scent; something he did a lot of the time. I knew he craved my blood. I could tell because his eye's always became just that little bit darker whenever he was around me. I admired his control because evidently he had more of it that I did.

I felt him unhook my bra and I quickly held onto the cups so it wouldn't fall and expose my breasts just yet. He was wearing way too many clothes and it just wasn't fair at the moment. I quickly turned around to face him and took a step back so I could admire him in the small amount of light I had. My eye's had adjusted to the darkness but I couldn't really make out any of his facial features. He was just a tall spiky haired silhouette. I knew he could see me more clearly because I was stood in the streak of light that filtered in from the small window in the door. I gave him a challenging look and held onto my tits so that he couldn't see them.

"If you want me fully naked, you're gonna have to lose the clothes big boy." I wanted my voice to sound strong and confident but it came out breathy and desperate. I didn't have the ability to care about that because all I could think of was that even though his body and the room was cool I was on fire. I wanted his hands all over me. I wanted so much more but I didn't want to get into that in the moment. I watched as he removed his leather jacket, then came the black hoodie he always wore under it. Then off came the shirt which would reveal the muscular body that I couldn't see in the dimness of the room. Then his hands went to work on his belt as he kicked off his boots and then pulled his jeans along with his boxers down his legs. He didn't say a word and neither did I as I let the bra fall from my chest and exposed my breasts to his gaze.

He slowly backed me against the nearest wall and before I felt the coldness of it against my back he quickly span me around and pressed me against it, my chest crushed against the concrete, or whatever it is that this old building is made out of. My hands lay palm down against the wall as he kicked my feet apart and settled in behind me. His hand moving from my hip, to my ass and then in between my thighs. I knew I was already soaking wet and I had a feeling he did too but he always made a grunt of appreciation whenever he found out how wet he'd made me. His middle finger sought out my clitoris and rubbed in slow deliberate circles as he whispered into my ear.

"Tomorrow, I have something planned." He said. "The whole day is ours but tonight?" His finger sped up slightly making me quiver and whimper out, my cheek pressed against the wall. "Tonight I'm going to fucking ravish you against this wall, and then on your desk, and then I'm going to eat your tight little pussy on that guy's desk that always stares at your tits." His other hand cups my chin and turns my face to his, finally claiming my mouth in a kiss that leaves me gasping for breath, his tongue doing what it does best. "Because you're mine, Natasha." He breaks away from my lips to say the words. "Fucking mine."

As the words leave his mouth my pussy clenches with an orgasm that only leaves me feeling empty because I want more, I want him. His hands grip onto my hips, making my back arch and my ass stick out before I feel his hard cock enter me slowly, fucking me against the wall like he promised me he would do just mere minutes ago. He kept a slow pace but continued to slowly fuck me with such a possessive force that each time his hips connected with my ass, my nipples rubbed against the smooth wall creating another type of friction that had me mewling out like a hungry cat in season. His fingertips digging into the plump skin of my hips, knowing that he was trying to take things slowly, make it last before he exploded. I knew as well as he did that he could go a lot harder, and we both knew that eventually he would. Just not quite yet.

He continued with the slow but hard thrusting, my hands pressed against the wall, threatening to push through the bricks with each thrust. I wanted so much more, just like always but more than anything I wanted to come, because I was so fucking close but the pace he was going at was constantly bringing me to the edge but keeping me there, almost ready to fall. He knew it too. He knew just what buttons to press, how to drive me wild with one look. He knew how to touch me, how to fuck me. He knew it from the first night we'd slept together and it only seemed to get better the more we did it. He quickly memorised every curve of my body and what I liked. He knew what to whisper in my ear to get me throbbing and soaking wet. He was just perfect and that scared me.

"Go and lean over your desk." He pulled out with a quickness that left me feeling like there was an empty void between my legs, but it didn't last long. I quickly scurried over to my desk, pushing the chair out of the way and resting my hands on the glass table, pushing my ass out so he could get a good view. Before I could process what was happening he was behind me, taking his cock in his hand and rubbing the head against my pussy. He did this for a little while, dipping it into the opening, teasing me into thinking he was going to push into me only to pull out and rub against my clit making me flinch each time. He pressed it against the nub, the coldness of it almost like an ice cube, something we'd actually experimented with a few times. Then he tucked his dick into the crevice of my ass and began to grind into my ass crack. He did this a lot and I knew for a fact that he wanted to go inside my ass. He was obsessed with my ass and being an anal virgin I'd never actually let him do it. Fingers was overwhelming enough and his cock is HUGE! I just couldn't see it working. Anna had told me that if he did it properly I'd love it, but I couldn't bring myself to tell her that the size of his cock was much too big for me to even think about that.

I knew he could hear those thoughts because I swear to god I heard him chuckle slightly as he pushed against my ass. His hands holding the cheeks together to get as much friction as he could. I was about to ask him to just fuck me already but he beat me to it and quickly pushed his cock into my now soaking wet and swollen cunt. This time he didn't hold back as he held onto my hips and rammed his cock into me hard and fast. His hand striking down against my ass with a smack that echoed throughout the room. I came so fucking hard that I screamed his name so loud he actually laughed and put his hand over my mouth to muffle the screams.

"As hot as that is, baby." He chuckled and groaned at the same time, still fucking me. "The guy on the front security desk is still here and I don't want him coming here thinking someone is being murdered." He pulled me up with his other arm and held my body against him as he slammed himself into me. My pussy quivering around him. "I do love it when your cunt squeezes me." He whispered into my ear. His hand sliding down my stomach to my clitoris to give it a slow rub, prolonging my orgasm. "Now go and sit on that perverts chair."

Once again, he pulled out of me and watched me hobble over to the desk that was on the right of mine. I pulled the chair out from under the desk and perched myself on it, the coldness of the leather biting against my skin. Remington came to his knees in front of me and with where I was sitting I could actually see his face for the first time and I couldn't help but smile. Suddenly a feeling of warmth flushed through me but not in a sexual way and that was when it hit me, just how much I liked this guy. I don't know if it was the look on my face or if he just read my thoughts but the hands that were about to push my legs apart stopped and his hand moved to caress my cheek as his forehead came to rest against mine.

"Natasha," He breathed out, his dark eyes gazing into mine. "I don't know what this is but suddenly I feel like we shouldn't be doing this here." He let out a small chuckle and pulled away, pulling me up with him and wrapping his arms around me in a hug. "I came here because when you sent me that text earlier about that guy I got jealous."

"You were jealous of him?" I asked slightly dumbfounded because compared to Remington no guy could even compare. "You have no reason to be jealous of him. The security guy is better looking than him and he's like two years away from retirement."

"Well you are dating someone that is technically 94 years old." He gave me a wink and I couldn't help but smile. Mainly because of the fact that he'd just said that we were dating. "Well we hang out all the fucking time and I've spent about 60 percent of that time inside of you so I'd say we're dating." He also spent a lot of that time inside of my head apparently.

Luckily the security guard didn't give us any kind of look as we walked past him at the front desk. I couldn't help the blush that formed across my cheeks, though. Remington lead me to his car, a black Mercedes something or other, I don't know cars at all but it was nice and everything. I on the other hand couldn't afford to keep my shitty second hand car on the road at the moment with uni and the only job I had was unpaid. Luckily everywhere I had to go was within walking distance, even in killer heels.

I looked out of the window of the passenger side of his car as he drove me back to my place to drop me off stopping off at the drive through on the way back. I thought over the events of the night so far, so much had happened and it wasn't even 10pm yet. Then it dawned on me that he hadn't even came. I felt so bad because he must have a major case of blue balls.

"Don't even worry about that," His eyes still on the road but his hand squeezed my thigh lightly. "I plan on finishing what we started as soon as we get back to your place."

I nibbled on my cheese burger as he drove back to my place, my mind was spinning and also trying not to give away anything about how I was feeling. Truth was I was scared. I had never felt this way about any guy in my life before, not that there had been many or anything. I'd dated a guy for a few year after I finished high school and I'd thought that I was actually in love with him but the feelings I had for that guy were nowhere near as strong as the feelings I had for Remington, but did I love him? If I was questioning it then surely not. I liked him a hell of a lot that was for certain but I couldn't be sure if it was actually love. I wanted to come to that realisation on my own where he couldn't pry into my thoughts and find out. Call me sentimental but I kind of wanted to tell him that news with my own words.

By the time we got back to my house, my food was demolished but I still wasn't thinking any more clearly. I threw away my food wrappers and went to my room to change but I wasn't in my room for long before I felt hands on my waist, making my breath catch in my throat. His hands managed to expertly unbutton my blouse from behind me and pull the material from my body. My teeth sank into my bottom lip as his lips pressed kisses onto my shoulder. His fingertips traced patterns on my stomach leaving goosebumps in their wake and it wasn't from the coldness of his skin because my body was on fire and no amount of cold skin could cool me down.

"Natasha, you're something else." He breathed into my ear. "I don't know what it is about you. Actually I do." He chuckled before he spun me around to look deep into my eyes. Into my fucking soul. "It's you, your eyes, your smile, your personality even your insanely dorky laugh." I couldn't help but giggle at him. "I thought it was because of what you are that had me so drawn to you, but it's not. It's you. I have a feeling that no matter who or what you are I'd still feel the same way about you."

"What I am." I bit my lip and looked down at the floor for a moment before looking back up at him. "What am I?" I asked. I'd been thinking about it for a little while and I was about 95% sure I was ready to know. I mean, it couldn't be that bad surely? He'd said so himself that it wasn't bad. He wouldn't have lied to me.

"Are you certain you want to know?" He asked, his hands on my bare arms. I remembered that I was still standing in my skirt and bra but I didn't care, I was wearing my best underwear because I knew I'd be seeing him tonight. "Once you know there's no going back."

"I'm sure, I'm ready." I nodded my head at him. "I've been thinking about it for a while."

"Okay," He almost looked sheepish as he looked around the room briefly as if someone would overhear us even though we were all alone. "Well, you're a faery."

I blinked. Just blinked because I couldn't think of a response to that. A faery? A fucking faery? It was almost laughable because when he'd first said I wasn't human I was worried that I was some kind of evil flesh eating demon or something but a fucking faery? I didn't even realise that I was smiling until Remington pointed it out.

"You're smiling." He stated, his tone slightly amused. "I'd have thought you'd be freaking out."

"I don't know why," I admitted, trying not to laugh at the admission but a small giggle slipped from my mouth. "I just find it kind of funny. I was so scared about finding out the truth but it's nothing."

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against his body a small smile playing on his full lips. I couldn't help but press my own against them and indulge myself in a kiss that left my legs feeling like jelly that hadn't quite set yet.

"It changes nothing, you know that right?" He asked and I gave him an affirmative nod, burying my head in his chest.