Chapter Eight:
Different Species
"So… uhm, this is kind of weird…" Emmett said, gesturing from himself to his mirror image sitting in the chair across the room.
"Hmm?" the man replied, snapping back from whatever his previous thoughts were.
Orion,
Emmett thought,
that's his name, right?
"What's weird?" Orion asked.
"Oh, gee, I don't know… maybe the fact that you look like my long lost twin?" He joked.
Emmett stared at him and Orion stared back. They had the same curly, unruly golden locks, constantly obscuring their vision; the same tall, swimmer's body always bronzed from the sun; the same deep, twinkling emerald eyes…
"Well, not really," Orion said, startling Emmett out of his thoughts. "Your right iris sort of looks like Christmas… on crack." He grinned wryly.
Emmett chuckled. "Point."
"Or a flag…not Italian. What's the green one with the red circle—"
"Bangladesh!"
"Yes, yes." Orion smiled at his outburst. "Although, I wonder what happened to make it like that," he remarked, all joking aside.
"I don't—" Emmett started.
"Save me your excuses, Emmett," Orion interrupted, moving his chair closer to the hospital bed. "What happened?"
"He, uhm… he—ah."
"
He
, who?" Orion questioned.
"Collin."
Emmett shuddered, then continued, "He-he… bit… me… and he said something weird… and—and then
this
."
Emmett was, of course, referring to the plastic guard he had just detached and crumpled with one hand—without straining one ounce of muscle—from the side of the bed. "Oh, and now my heart doesn't beat?! What the
fuck
, man?"
Orion heaved a sigh. "Well, all things considered, the explanation is pretty obvious, I would say."
"What? What do you mean?" Emmett asked, confused by the nearly omniscient man beside him.
"
Dude
, you're a vampire."
Shocked, uncertain silence followed.
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May stretched, reveling in the delicious ache between her thighs. She scooted towards the warm body still pressed intimately against hers and sighed.
"What's wrong?" she felt more than heard him ask, the rumble of his chest sending wonderful tingles across her body. She smiled.
He's always so concerned.
"Mmm," she vocalized, rolling so she lay on top of him, her elbows pressing into his hard chest.
Her eyes were partly closed from sleep, their pale depths still under the heavy fog of dreamland. May propped her head up in one hand while the other went to the nape of his neck, where his hair was haphazard and tangled. She smiled again. It reminded her of her previous question.
"What happened to your hair?" She looked down into his eyes, which were swimming with such golden happiness that it made her heart swell.
He chuckled before responding, "You already asked me that."
"Oh… hmm… really?" May sorted through their conversations in her head for the answer.
"You were a little preoccupied when I answered, I'll give you that." He chuckled again.
"
Well?
" she questioned again.
"
Well
, what?"
She sighed, "What happened to your hair? It's very… choppy."
He outright laughed at her now. "When I first found you, you refused to let go of my hair," he managed between bouts of laughter, "so I had to chop it off with a pair of tiny, medical scissors… even then you still held on to the hair I cut off…"
May was being jostled around by the shaking of his large frame. She leaned down towards his ear and pulled on his hair.
"Mmm," she purred seductively, licking the whorl of his ear. "You can't blame me; your hair is simply luxurious."
She tugged at the hair at the base of his neck and heard him groan her name. May let her hands wander, raking her nails through his shoulder-length, inky black hair, letting the chopped, silky strands weave between her slender fingers.
"We don't have time for this," he groaned, then reached his hands up to cup her face and brought her down for a smoldering kiss.
"Ohh, that's too bad." She pouted her swollen lips at him when he let her back up for air.
She knowingly wiggled her bare bottom against his rapidly growing erection. She saw his jaw clench and she flew up, her wings letting her hover above the ground beside the bed. Her hand traveled deftly down to her heat, giggling when her hand came away with the signs of
his
pleasure.
"Grant," she said sweetly, batting her eyelashes, "I think I need a shower." She smiled again.
Grant sat up and swung his legs over the side of bed, facing her. "Oh, really? Let me be the judge of that."
He grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to him, placing her feet on his thighs as her wings kept her balanced. His gaze was perfectly level with her dripping sex.
___
She smelled
so
good. His wolf howled inside him, pacing… demanding to be released. He shoved him forcefully aside, compromising for now, and he dove in to capture her essence. He heard her squeal and he smiled against her heated flesh. He placed his hands firmly on her round ass, squeezing ever so gently, drawing tiny whimpers from her.
"
Grant
," she panted, "we don't have
time
for this." She used his words against him. "I really need a shower!"
He chuckled, his lips wrapped around her protruding love button, and she bucked her hips towards his eager mouth. He let his right hand slip from cupping her ass to sliding between her cheeks, pausing when he reached her little rosebud. He heard her gasp at the new feeling and he smiled again… as much as he could… while he lapped at her like a starving man.
He teased her tight ring for a moment, before journeying down to her wetness and pushing two fingers inside her to the hilt. He savored her pleasured screams as he greedily sucked up the copious amounts of her honeyed nectar. Grant felt the beginnings of her orgasm as her walls clenched unbelievably tight around his two fingers. He quickly searched for her clit with his tongue and caressed it.
"Ah! Right there—harder… please," May screamed, holding his head while she trembled.
"Always one for manners," he grumbled jokingly, then attacked the little bundle of nerves with tongue, swiping back and forth furiously. He felt her legs give out from underneath her as she came with a melodic wail.
"Sing for me, Chara," he urged, plunging a third finger into her. She let out a quick yelp then a long, entrancing moan followed the crescendo notes of ecstasy.
She floated quickly, but gracefully, down from her high and settled in Grant's lap. He kissed her forehead and wiped away the hair that clung to her face, which looked like a silk-spun spider web. He stood, unsuccessfully willing his hard-on to subside, and carried her to his bathroom. May lifted her head the tiniest bit and placed a small kiss on Grant's chest, over his heart, as he carried her over the threshold to cleanliness.
___
I needed that,
she thought happily as she stepped out of the shower and reached for a towel.
May's fingertips stretched out, almost touching the terrycloth from where she stood on the bathmat. She was about to take another step when the towel was suddenly in her arms. She gasped.
"It came back!" she exclaimed.
"I didn't realize the towel left in the first place," Grant joked, stepping out of the shower behind her. He was flush against her, making her come up with ways to get dirty all over again…
