"You won't have to worry about him for much longer," Brooks said.
Brooks watched Helena look away, this conversation was making her uncomfortable. He didn't want to talk about the vampire any more than she did.
"Earlier you asked if your mark would be enough," Helena said. "What is your mark?"
"When a werewolf wants to protect a human, they bite them," Brooks said. "It is mainly done when a human is going to be turned soon. It lets the other wolves know they are spoken for, prior to the actual turn. We have some human businesses that know about us and work with us, some of the people that work there have marks too."
"If you had marked me before," Helena said. "Would Victor have bitten me?"
"I don't think so, it would have altered your blood. Made it more difficult for you to kill. I imagine it would make you taste like a dog," Brooks said.
He hoped to get a laugh out of Helena, but instead she just moved her head down.
"I hate being damaged like this," Helena said. "I hate it so much because I know I should care about certain things, but I don't."
Brooks reached over and put his hand under her chin, forcing her head up.
"You're not damaged," he said.
"How can you say that?" Helena asked.
"This is just temporary," Brooks said. "And if it were that bad you wouldn't be upset that you don't care. There is still a lot of you in there, and we're going to get the rest back. No more talk about vampires or missing souls tonight."
Brooks scooted next to her. He put his arm around her and she leaned her head on to his shoulder.
"I still don't understand why you are so nice to me," Helena said. Her voice was low.
Brooks felt her lift her head, but not turn it away. His neck started tingling where her breath was landing. He didn't know why, but this was his chance, and he wasn't going to miss it. He turned his head, and pressed his forehead against hers. Their noses were side by side, and lips almost touching.
"I've never..." Helena started to say.
Brooks interrupted her by bringing his lips down to hers. She was soft . At first she did nothing to return his kiss, but soon he felt her relax and start to move her lips, running her tongue along his. He started to rotate his body until they were next to each other. Without breaking their embrace, Brooks brought his hand up behind her head and gently guided her down, so both of them were lying on their sides with their heads on the pillows.
He brought his hand back down to her waist. Her kiss started to get more forceful, opening her mouth wider and moving her body closer towards his. Brooks used the opportunity to slide his hand up the back of her shirt. He pressed into the bare skin closing the gap between them. She responded in kind, moving her free hand to his arm and grabbing ahold of him.
Brooks wanted more of her, he wanted everything she was willing to give. He lifted his body to free his other arm, moving his hand until his fingers were at her stomach. She did not object when he pressed against her skin, sliding his hand upwards. He felt the curve of her breast and kept moving until he cupped her with his hand, feeling her hardening nipple between his fingers, he started moving his hand, trying to further stimulate the tiny bud without frightening her. She let out a moan, but didn't tell him to stop. He brought his thumb up and circled her areola, making sure to brush across her erect nipple, before moving his attention to her other breast, the entire time using his other hand to rub her back.
She shifted, trying to force her legs between his. Brooks understood her request and brought his thigh up between her parted legs, putting pressure on the apex of her sex. Once both of her nipples were as hard as he could get them with his hands he brought his fingertips back to the edge of her t-shirt, and started to pull it up. She let out another moan and broke their kiss.
"I've never done anything like this before," Helena said. Her voice was soft, but filled with the same lust Brooks was feeling.
"If you get uncomfortable with anything say the word and I will stop," he said.
Helena looked at him through heavy lidded eyes. She lifted herself so she was sitting upright, but did not untangle her legs from his. With her back facing Brooks she lifted the shirt over her head before lying back down to join him in their similar embrace. She had moved closer to him, smashing her breasts against his chest. Brooks continued kissing her, giving her time to adjust to being topless in his presence before he moved on to exploring other parts of her body.
He slowly rolled over so he was on top of her, careful to keep their bodies close together without putting too much weight on her. He started to shorten his kisses until he was only giving Helena short soft moments. He started to slide away from her mouth, kissing along her jawline until he reached her neck. Brooks was quick to move down to her collarbone, she continued to moan softly keeping her hands resting lightly on his back.
When Brooks reached her breast he wrapped his mouth around her nipple, sucking gently eliciting a gasp from her mouth. He wanted to look at her face, but was too scared she would ask him to stop. He flicked his tongue rapidly against her bud, once he was certain it was hard enough he ran his teeth lightly back and forth.
Without removing his mouth, Brooks shifted his weight to the right side of his body, freeing up access to his left hand. He started to slide his hand down her stomach until it slid under the waistband of the shorts she was wearing. He expected to feel soft curls, but instead her skin was smooth. Helena kept her legs pinned together and Brooks couldn't move his hand down any further. He broke away from her skin and looked up at her.
"Do you want me stop?" He asked in a whisper.
Helena was looking at the ceiling. Brooks slid his hand back up to her stomach and move himself so he was next to her face. She turned to look at him. Their eyes locked, but he could see her start to spread her legs.
"No," she whispered back.
Brooks moved his hand back under her waistband at the same time she turned to her side, putting her mouth back on his. He felt her hands run across his back, she kept her legs parted and Brooks felt her slick slit. He spread her inner lips and ran his finger up and down, until he stopped at her engorged bud. When he applied pressure she let out a gasp and broke their kiss. He continued to alternate rubbing and pulling away and watched as her eyes fluttered closed.
He spun their bodies so that she was underneath him again, but this time he sat up on his knees. He used his right hand to pull her shorts down, without removing his left from her most sensitive spot. Helena arched her back and let the shorts fall off. Brooks was taken in by her nude form. She was perfect.
Brooks moved himself so that he was in between her legs. He started to bend down so that he had more access to her lower region. Before he could kiss her private area she lifted her head.
"What are you doing?" Helena asked.
"Try to relax," Brooks said. "I want to make you feel good."
"I've never...,"
"Shhh," Brooks said.
He pressed his finger down harder against her bud, she let out a cry and he started lowering his face again. He was careful to replace his finger with his tongue without denying her any pressure. She tasted like heaven. Brooks didn't think he would ever get enough. At first he flicked her spot with his tongue, before starting to alternate between sucking and nibbling.
"I don't," Helena said.
She didn't finish her statement and started arching her back, trying to wiggle away from his mouth. Brooks rested one of his hands on her stomach, trying to hold her in place. He felt her foot start to run down his back, wrapping herself around his shoulders. Brooks could tell by her noises she was close. With his other free hand he brought a single finger up to her entrance, he applied light pressure, it didn't take long until his digit was soaked in her juices.
He slid his finger inside her and started to suck harder, stopping only to flutter his tongue rapidly before continuing. Her passage was so tight Brooks didn't think he could fit in another finger without causing her discomfort. She let out a squeal and started to wiggle again. Brooks turned his hand over, so his palm was facing him and started to move his finger in a come-hither motion. He started lapping at her bud, he could feel her walls start to clamp down on his invading digit.
Brooks glanced upwards. She was biting down on her hand. He wanted to tell her to keep her mouth free, he would love to hear her screams. She was on the brink, and he wouldn't stop for anything though. He moved his attention back and kept working her until he felt her explode. Brooks didn't stop. He wanted her to ride this out as long as possible. Once her tunnel started to relax against his finger he looked up again. She had dropped her hand, and he saw her breathing was deep, but going back to normal. Her removed his hand and started kissing his way back up her body, lapping up the sweat that covered her flat stomach.
When he reached her face Helena put her hands on both sides of his head and pulled him in for a deep kiss. Brooks didn't think he had ever been this hard in his life. He sat up again, Helena moved with him not breaking their lips apart. He used his hand and slid his pajama pants off. Once his feet were free he started to position his body on top of hers, resting between her parted legs. He reached down and held his erection, rubbing it up and down her slit, coating his head in her juices.
Before he could guide himself to her entrance Brooks felt Helena's hands on his chest pushing him away.
