Light streamed through the windows as the birds began chirping outside and Valery was unwillingly pulled from her deservedly restful sleep. She was not an early riser nor a morning person, but she was a light sleeper and the very active birds outside were beginning to get on her nerves even as she briefly imagined shaking the trees they were in to scare them away; if only she could. Wondering why Hector hadn't bought thicker drapes, she finally gave up any attempt of going back to sleep and opened her eyes as she shifted her position. She felt hands move across her abdomen and begin to withdraw slowly, making her stiffen in surprise.
Vincent
, she thought and suddenly the memories of what had happened the previous day rushed into her conscious mind, making her sit up suddenly. Uncertainty flooded her as she tried to figure out how to feel about the events that had occurred; she had sleepily tried to seduce Vincent and in response to that, unbidden embarrassment was flowing through her system but it was the forceful mating bite that she was unsure of.
Valery's wolf had overwhelmed her once more, biting Vincent with the intention of finally mating him and she was confused about the whole matter. Betrayal or frustration were feelings she'd had before every time her wolf had taken over forcefully in the past weeks but this time, she really had no idea what to make of it. Granted, Vincent had said he wanted to be mated to her but she distinctly remembered disappointment taking over his surprise after she'd bitten him and the mating bond had solidified between them both. His emotions had flowed to her, unbidden and they'd been in synch for a moment or so, before her fatigue had taken over once more and she could barely keep her eyes open. She must have slept off at around that time for she remembered nothing more of the previous night. Valery was hesitant to explore the issue, scared that she'd find Vincent unwilling to be bound to her once more and she'd be forced to feel his contempt for her daily. As her luck would have it, she felt Vincent shift behind her as he sat up and placed a hand on her back, suddenly making her aware of her nakedness.
"Hey, are you alright?" a deep and husky voice inquired and Valery felt her heart beat a little faster at the sound of it.
"Yeah...I'm ok," she responded without even thinking about it.
A jolt went through her as she felt a bit of melancholy pierce through her emotions and she turned sharply to look at Vincent, knowing that the emotion was not her own.
"Don't lie to me, Valery," he said when her eyes connected with his brilliant green ones and she found herself getting lost in their depths once more, forgetting briefly the serious look on his face and the sadness she'd felt flowing from him.
Valery didn't know how to respond to that; how was she to express her fear that he'd not want her again? It was the very thing she'd run from in the first place and she wasn't eager to go through that uncertainty again. Knowing however, that she wasn't the most convincing liar, she simply just stared at Vincent, deciding to not respond at all.
"Do you want to talk about what happened last night?" Vincent asked when the silence stretched too long, a frown marring his perfect brow.
"I'd really much rather not," Valery responded, turning away from him and deciding it was about time to get out of bed, after all.
She'd only just leaned forward to pull the beddings away when she felt Vincent's coarse hands take ahold of her and in a blur of movement, she found herself pinned underneath him. Valery felt like the breath had been knocked out of her lungs and she looked up at Vincent in surprise, ready to demand that he let her go before the fiery look in his eyes stopped her short and a feeling of longing flowed through her, followed by anger.
"I'm not going to let you run away from me again," Vincent said, his look piercing through her for a moment before he bent his head and kissed one of her cheeks. "So tell me, Valery, what is it you'd rather be doing, then?"
Valery found herself unable to respond as Vincent placed his lips over hers, kissing her shallowly and briefly but leaving her breathless nonetheless as a wave of desire shocked her system and her arousal followed immediately after. She'd never felt like this with him before, not even during their first encounter and she found herself briefly wondering why she was suddenly responding this way to him before her wolf woke up and growled deeply within her in lust. Vincent at that moment had decided to move along, however, placing feathery kisses on her neck and heat flowed through her with each touch of his lips on her bare skin, culminating between her legs and making her center start to throb. Valery fought down a series of moans that threatened to come out unhindered and turned her head slightly to look at Vincent only to find the passion within her increase at the hungry look in his eyes, its intensity flooding her core with almost painful arousal.
"Vincent," she found herself whispering, her tone sounding needy to her own ears.
The need to claim Vincent fully clouded Valery's thoughts and she stopped caring about her wantonness, arching her breasts into his chest and gaining a little satisfaction at the low growl he let out. A quick view of his sharp fangs was all the warning she got before he suddenly sank them into her neck, making her blood rush out. The intensity of the arousal that engulfed Valery at Vincent's actions was dizzying and she closed her eyes, moaning repeatedly, unable to hold back anymore as her hands gripped his hair. Vincent drank from her for a short time and she writhed beneath him, her need for him increasing and dominating her so completely, her only thought was that of him burying his hardness within her.
She felt an overwhelming sense of loss when Vincent slid his fangs out a few seconds later and licked the puncture marks before he withdrew from her completely and she opened her eyes to find him sitting back on his haunches making her involuntarily let out a whimper of protest. Valery slowly felt sanity return to her as Vincent continued to look down at her and she took in the puzzled look on his face, all desire gone from his eyes.
"What was that?" he asked, his voice still husky and she felt embarrassment engulf her, extinguishing the last vestiges of her desire for him.
"That was me wanting you...though it's clear the feeling isn't mutual," Valery mumbled before she decided to get out of the bed once more.
Vincent was having none of that again, however and he stopped her, pushing her legs closed with his knees and pinning them there as he held down each of her arms on her sides. She glared up at him in anger and he stared back at her, a determined look in his eyes as frustration flowed through her, from him.
"That is not true, Valery and you know that. Why is it that I always have to fight and hold you down before you can face me and have a serious discussion with me?"
She looked away from his accusing eyes and tried to ignore the waves of contentment that flowed from her wolf as Vincent held her down. It wasn't like her to enjoy being restrained but her wolf seemed to like any displays of dominance and strength that the vampire put out.
"Well, what is it you want to discuss then?" she snapped, not appreciating his enforced control and wanting to do anything else other than discuss their current situation with him.
