Freak
By Free the Dancing Llamas
Chapter 4: Freak Out
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Tomorrow comes, but true to his word, I don't.
When I enter Elian's bedroom that evening he greets me, which is a deviation from his usual routine of ignoring me.
"Lilith," Elian's rough voice tumbles out and fills the room with quiet power. The way he says my name already has me on edge, I can feel my body tremble. I spot him sitting on the lounge, sitting casually. Tonight he's wearing a white button down shirt and navy blue trousers, I have to stop myself from melting into a puddle because he looks
good
. In that moment I want to hit myself, because honestly, he looks so easily put together that I feel embarrassed. He probably took ten minutes to get ready and here I am, looking ridiculously un-good in an outfit that took me way longer than ten minutes to choose.
"Elian," I try to say his name back confidently, but I know my voice wavers.
"You're nervous," he says. I frown, annoyed that he's picked it and that he had the nerve to bring it up.
"Don't say that" I mutter, "I already feel like shit."
The last bit slips out.
I spent the better part of the evening getting ready and wasn't particularly thrilled by the outcome. How does a person spend three hours getting all sexed up only to look exactly the same as if they hadn't spent a stupid amount of time on their appearance. I took me exactly forty-five minutes alone trying to blow out my hair in a way that looked both glamourous and also simultaneously as if I hadn't bothered. Except the issue being that it looked too much like I hadn't bothered and was more messy than sleek.
"Why?" Elian looks sort of amused, with a half smirk playing on his lips, a hint of fang flashing through.
The question takes me off guard - I'm not used to him being curious about me. But then maybe it's not curiosity, maybe he just likes embarrassing me.
I shrug, what am I supposed to say? The truth? That I spent a ridiculously long time getting ready and this is the best I was able to come up with? That despite my internal protestations of not giving a shit about him and his opinion of me, I sort of do? That I don't feel comfortable in this damn city, in this damn den? That I don't feel comfortable with myself. And in fact, very confusingly, the only time I do seem to feel okay is when I'm being tossed about and smacked up by this huge, red-eyed, fanged freak?
Well, I know I can't say any of those things, so I just glare.
"We gonna talk all evening or are we gonna get down to business?" I place my hands on my hips for extra alpha emphasis.
Elian's brows raise in surprise, "Okay," he nods, "Come." The vampire pats the space between his legs in a gesture I
am
familiar with.
I walk over to the couch, trying to smooth down my hair, and sit down between his legs. He wraps one arm around my waist securely, the other hand comes to wrap around my neck, tilting me. I brace myself for the bite to come, but instead all I feel is his soft lips against my neck and I realise that he's pressing kisses to my flesh. The little movements have me off balance, the gentleness, the tenderness, the devotion of his lips on my skin have me reeling, body filling with some kind of warmth.
"Oh," the gasp escapes from my mouth. His lips move against my neck, down my shoulder. The arm around my waist moves, his hand coming up to hold mine, lifting it up to continue his exploration down my arm and to the tips of my fingers. All I can think is 'what the hell'. His gentleness is strange, disconcerting.
When he reaches my fingers, he turns my hand over and places kisses in the palm of my hand. My skin feels tingly and hot, shivers course up and down my body in dizzying pleasure. I can feel all manner of mischief occurring in my body - nipples tightening, sex pulsing.
He pauses and I realise I'm staring at him over my shoulder because his red gaze is suddenly fixed to mine. I feel uncomfortable for mere moments - his gaze is hot but intimate and just for a fraction of a second it seems genuinely tender. But that can't be right, in fact I have to have imagined it because back is the expression of heat and desire. He places my hand back in my lap, I marvel watching that large hand of his placing mine back so delicately.
His hand trails back up my shoulder and comes to cup my cheek, I know I'm sighing again. But he doesn't smirk, doesn't say anything. He just leans forward and presses the faintest of lips to mine. From our lips, an electric charge vibrates through my whole body and I respond eagerly, making all manner of noises. I should be embarrassed, but I can't control the way it makes me feel or react.
I want more, I decide. In fact, I need it. Every single cell in my brain urges me on. I turn my body, ass rubbing up against his thigh as I do so - I delight in the feeling of the hardness already growing there. He doesn't protest, push me back into position, so I figure this must be okay. I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine and further deepen the kiss, sneaking my tongue out to explore his. I tentatively taste his mouth, and I nick my tongue on one of his sharp fangs. I gasp and pull away startled, but Elian leans forward, lips crashing over mine, his tongue snaking into my mouth, tasting the blood no doubt. He sucks my tongue onto his mouth and groans. That little noise fills me with power - with excitement that it's me who has made him do that. It makes sense now that he likes the noises I make.
His mouth caresses mine hungrily, this time he moves me, positioning me astride his lap. I can feel his eager hardness against my groin, the heat almost untenable and I can't control myself - I never can. I grind my clothed pussy against him wishing with ever roll of my hips that we were naked and he was inside of me.
"Do you like that?" His voice is a deep growl against my ear, and I shudder at the way his voice travels straight down to my core. I can feel the wetness pooling in my panties.
"Yeah," I manage, I can feel that my own voice is strained, fighting to use words that make sense and aren't just moans or cries. He brings his hands to cup my ass and squeezes.
"I have too many clothes on," I don't know what gives me the courage to say it, but I do. I can see the smirk forming on the vampire's mouth.
"You're right. You do." He laughs - and it catches me off guard. It's a good, deep laugh. Not at all what I was expecting him to say. In a matter of seconds, Elian moves and whips my dress over my head. My breasts fall out freely and for a moment I don't completely hate my small chest because Elian is looking at them with such desire; large hands pinching and exploring them, leaving trails of gooseflesh in their wake. One large hand comes to rest on my back and he arches me towards him - I watch as he sucks an entire breast into his mouth. The feeling burns through my entire body.
"Ngh!" It comes out of me in a whispered scream, my own hands coming to hold his broad shoulders - anything to stablise myself because I feel like I'm going to go flying off at any moment.
He bites down, fangs sinking into my breast and sucking. I feel him withdrawing blood from me in long sucks. The intensity and pain sends a thrill through my body, a charge of energy goes straight through to my sex. It should hurt, but it doesn't, just makes my entire body shudder and shake. A fine sweat breaks over my body.
He pulls away, sealing the wound with a lick. For a moment, with one large arm still holding me to him, he directs his red gaze to mine. I feel like I should say something - maybe something sultry and seductive but I'm utterly breathless. All I can do it stare back like a stunned mullet and focus on air going in and out of my lungs. I'm about ten minutes into this thing and I'm pretty much prepared to cum immediately.
