Freak
Free the Dancing Llamas
Chapter 3: Le Freak, C'est Chic
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When I wake, I practically jump out of my skin because I'm in a dark bedroom and a strange bed.
I'm naked, except for my thong and bra. The underwear I distinctly remember having worn the night before. I realise after a moment that I'm back in the den, but not in my room. I'm in the vampire's, I realise, as I look around at the vaguely familiar surroundings in the dark.
"Shit," I mutter, wondering what the hell happened last night to lead me
here
.
I have a think for a moment, the last thing I remember was being in the bar with Elian. I blush remembering how I blew him there.
Oh God!
The memory becomes stronger; I got down to my knees and sucked his cock in a
public place
.
I've never done anything like that before and thinking about it now...and...and...
I loved it.
He touched me after that too, but barely. I vividly remember the incredible release, the way the orgasm pulsed around my body...and then...then I suppose I must have fallen asleep? I had been exhausted, and after the intense release I think my body had just sort of collapsed.
I turn in the bed, and look over to see Elian next to me - he's asleep which is a weird thing to me. I don't know why, but maybe seeing him resting and vulnerable is just kind of odd. He's not someone I associate with vulnerability.
Nevertheless, I take the moment to have a good look at him - I take in his big, broad shoulders, strong arms. He's shirtless, he is also possibly pant-less, but there's a sheet covering his lower half. I've never seen him naked before, I muse. Actually, never seen him without a shirt on either. Just as I thought, he is finely muscled. I notice there's a dark misting of hair over his chest, and I want to touch it.
The little beast inside of me agrees;
touch, touch,
the wolf demands.
He's asleep, so I figure I'm safe. I lean over leaning on my elbows and look at him closer. Asleep I don't feel so intimidated. He has such a sharp, masculine face, nose definitely
has
been broken and set a few times. He's not handsome, I'd never describe him as that. Although there's something so intriguing about his face that keeps me looking; that keeps me captivated.
I gently pet the hair on his chest, and notice how nice it feels, I like the texture, it looks rougher than the hair on his head, although I'm not sure if I'm feeling brave enough to find out. He looks so strong even in sleep, maybe it's his largeness, his build and musculature. Or maybe it's because even in his sleep he still looks self-assured and confident.
Elian shifts, eyes opening, and his red gaze is upon me. I'm too nervous to make eye contact, so I just keep petting his chest, exploring the skin, hair and muscles. After the amount of sexual things we've done together, I don't feel like I should be embarrassed of how I want to touch him.
His hand reaches out to smooth back the hair off my face, pushing it past my neck and over my shoulder. The gesture is surprisingly gentle, sends a little trail of tingles up my neck and spine.
I'm feeling brave, so I venture to look at his face, and I notice his face is relaxed. Eyes, half-lidded and still sort of sleepy. I want him to kiss me I realise with startling surprise. I want him to place his lips on mine. We've done so much together already in a few days, but not kiss.
I figure I have nothing to lose. He's taken what he wants from me, so surely I should be able to take what I want?
I lean forward and press my mouth against his. His lips are soft, although his stubble is abrasive against my skin. The kiss is brief, but still manages to make my lips vibrate at the mere contact.
I pull back, and realise maybe I shouldn't have. Maybe he doesn't want to kiss me, maybe he would have by now if that was something he desired from me.
But then it's okay. Then he smiles, and it makes my heart stutter.
What is he doing to me?
He doesn't say anything to me, just brings his large arms to pull me and his mouth seeks mine, his lips move over mine in a sweet dance. I tilt my head, leaning further into the caress, bringing a brave hand to softy touch his jaw.
I sigh, perhaps because I've been holding by breath. He takes advantage of the little opening, tongue darting in to taste me before retreating. The kiss sends a aching thrill of longing in my body. I realise I'm pressing myself into him, trying to feel as much of his skin on mine. To my everlasting dismay he pulls back.
"Evening," Elian grunts, placing a chaste kiss to my mouth. He's pressing me back into the mattress, and I lean up to keep kissing him. I don't want to stop, I want to keep going and see where this leads us next.
"If you're tryna' tempt me into staying in bed all evening, I am persuaded," He murmurs between kisses.
"Was that your plan when you undressed me last night?"
He laughs, it's a nice laugh, not mean or cruel; just humoured. He leans down to kiss my nipple through the lacy fabric and I release a breathy sigh. I never thought my breasts were much to fuss over - sort of on the smaller side actually, but the way his tongue and mouth caress me, it makes me feel like they're perfect.
"Don't worry, I didn't touch you while you were asleep," He leans to kiss my other nipple, "just figured that dress wouldn't be comfortable to sleep in," That is surprisingly thoughtful and I'm not sure what to do with this information.
"It wouldn't be, no."
He continues kissing down my body, suddenly stopping at my navel to look up at me.
"This is nice underwear. Were you planning on showing it to the wolf king?" His voice is sort of playful, but there's an odd spark in his eyes, electric, dangerous and thrilling all at the same time.
What does he know about me and Eric?
Duh, Lililth. You introduced yourself as the King's Queen in trial, and he saw you two on a date at the restaurant!
I shrug, "Eric and I are supposed to mate, so I prepared for the possibility."
