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Winter

I don't tell Willa what Rowan whispered in my ear, no matter how many times she asks. Because, it was embarrassing. I hadn't PURPOSELY left open my curtain that first time. I wasn't sure how I knew it...but I could feel SOMEONE watching me that night. Part of me enjoyed it, the way my skin buzzed and when I walked to my window after slipping on a night shirt. The only house that shown any light, was Rowan's. From his bedroom. My eyes had gone to it immediately. He stood there, curtain pulled open, just a frame of black in between the sliver of light from behind him. Two small golden orbs peering back at me, making my breath catch in my chest and my nipples harden. I closed the curtain. 

This was about a year ago, and now and then....when I was in a particular mood...one that made the space between my legs ache and throb...I would leave my curtain open, just a little bit. Hoping to feel him again, looking. Each night I allowed him to peek through my curtain, he did. Each night I'd played a secret unspoken game of strip tease, I felt those eyes on me. And I swore I could feel them as they moved to different parts of my body. 

Willa and I watch trash television and eat popcorn, after her thirtieth attempt at trying to coax what Rowan said out of me, she relents, the screaming drama of rich wives on the television catching her attention. 

When I go to bed later on, I do NOT leave my curtain open.....but I do wear the blue nightie. The one he'd mentioned to me. I do also run my fingers over the almost see through fabric at my breasts and over my stomach. My nipples prick even tighter as I bite my lip and lets my fingertips graze them gently. I let my head sink further into my pillow as I exhale. 

"Fuck" I barely whisper to myself as I slip one hand down between my legs, spreading them as I put my feet to the bed and slip my finger to where I'm warm, wet and desperate. 

"Shit" I hiss at my own touch as I try to remember the way it felt to have him that close to me, how he hovered, how the power in him felt like it was rolling off him in waves, how his words, so fucking cocky, and so blunt and embarrassing. Had soaked my panties through. 

"oh god" I whimper softly and am rubbing my clit faster. Wondering which rumors of vampire sex are true. Is is truly the best sex that can be had? Were all vampires, just automatically sex gods? Or was it the decades or centuries of practice? Did they always drink their lovers blood when fucking? 

I cum as I imagine Rowan, fangs sinking into my neck, with him inside of me. I let out a soft cry as I cum, and it only takes seconds for my high to fall away and leave me grumbling at myself for imagining him yet again while getting myself off. 

As Im dozing off, completely content with the orgasm I just gave myself, I hear a faint sound. A high little call of a cat. A meowing of distress and I groan. Probably the neighbors cat from next door. When it continues and I can't focus on falling back asleep , I get up, walk to my window in the dark and see a tiny little thing...in the middle of the road, on it's side. 

"No!" I gasp to myself, turning and running out of my room and down the two flights of stairs, throwing the front door open, and running out into the freezing air, my bare feet slapping over damp cold grass as I book it across the yard. 

"No!" I cry as I fall to my knees, a little black kitten is laying on it's side, it's back legs looking limp, as it tries to push up on it's little front paws.

"you're okay" I say, hot tears already streaming down my cheeks. "You're alright" I say and then try to move it, to pick it up and it lets out a little terrified or pained meow. 

"Here."  A voice says. Making me jerk my head up. Rowan, standing in nothing but a pair of silk boxers, holds out his hands, scooping up the small kitten as he leans down. 

"She's hurt" I say dumbly. Of course he could see that. 

"I'll call Madame Vale." he says. I nod, and I reach out , my fingers stroking the cats head gently. 

Madame Vale was a witch who lived in the house behind Rowan's on the other street. 

Rowan looks at me. His eyes on me as he stands there holding the little kitten inhis giant hands. 

"It's cold. You should go back inside." he says. I shake my head. 

"I want to wait till she gets here." I say, not wanting to leave the kitten, needing to know she could make it better, and fix it. 

"Well....we can...wait inside.." he says. I nod and then turn back to my house, but then turn back to him. 

"We....I...I'm not inviting you in my house." I say and he gives only a slight smile and nods. 

"Yes, I figured that." he says. 

"Come on." he says and walks back towards his house.

"I cant go in your house either!" I say. 

"Well, then don't." he says and keeps walking and I look at him, carrying the little black ball of fur, then back to my house. I wasn't sure EXACTLY what happened if you went in a vampires house, but I assumed it wasn't a smart idea to do it. But, I didnt want to stand out here, or leave without knowing the kitten would be okay. So I run across the street after him. 

Stepping inside, it's almost as cold as it is outside. His house while not much bigger than my own, still seems larger, with the minimalistic decor.  Everything was different shades of grey or black. Also, a lot darker than my house. Which, I expected. 

"Call her." I say as I walk into his house further, past the foyer and into the living area, where he places the kitten on the table, and picks up his cell phone. Within minutes Madame Vale is there in the room with us, wearing a long brown coat , her gray hair in a giant nest on her head. 

"I will take her with me. She'll be okay." she says and I nod as Rowan looks to me, as if asking if it's okay if she takes the kitten. 

"I'll bring her to you tomorrow. It is your cat?" she asks me. 

"oh...no...I mean...I found her..." I say. 

"I can keep her if you'd like." Madame Vale says. 

I look down at the little green eyes of the kitten looking up at me. I shake my head. 

"No. I'll take her." I say and Madame Vale nods.

"very well." she says and leaves through the back door with the kitten in her hands. 

I just watch as Rowan closes the back glass door slowly and I watch Madame Vale disappear into the dark towards her property. With my eyes still on her retreating form, I feel him staring and flick my eyes to him. 

"What?" I ask , my brows pinching. 

A slow smirk crosses his face.

"Come here." he says , and his voice is seductive, but I'm blown back by his command and I jerk my head back. 

"Excuse me?" I say shaking my head bewildered. 

"You heard me perfectly well. Come here." he says and stands there, his tall broad form, shirtless, his silk boxers hanging on his hips, his hips creating that v shape that makes me swallow hard as I let my eyes look back up before they dare go lower. 

"no." I say and take a step back. 

"I didn't come here to be bossed around, I came cause of the cat, and now that the cat is gone, and being taken care of, I think I'll just  leave and-"

The second I turn to leave I smack into his chest and then his hands are grabbing my thighs from behind and I screech as I'm lifted off the floor. My instinct to not fall has me grabbing his shoulders. 

"What the hell are you doing!?" I screech. 

"I heard you cum tonight." he says and my mouth parts and my eyes widen. 

"I did not-"

"I ALWAYS....hear you cum" he says, his jaw clenching and he turns and has my back against the wall in a split second as his fangs snap from his teeth and I gasp. 

"Don't bite me!" I squeal. He half laughs, and half groans. 

"Of all the things I want to do to you right now Winter....biting you doesn't even make it into the top ten." he says and then brings his mouth to my ear. 

"Although....you always....smell ..so ...fucking... delicious" he says and I gasp as I feel the points of his fangs graze my neck below my ear. 

"Rowan" I breathe, feeling the heat between my legs and my legs wrap themselves tighter around him. 

"Do you know how many times I've listened to you cum?" he whispers and then drags his tongue over my throbbing pulse in my neck. I swallow hard and he groans. 

"n-no" my voice quivers.

I gasp when he pushes his hips forward, and I feel him. He was so hard, and he was pushing against my pussy through his boxers. Oh my god, I wasn't wearing panties. I wasnt wearing much of anything, as if just now only realizing I was wearing only a nightie, and not just any nightie, the one he'd specifically told me was his favorite. 

"You should not...have come inside Winter" he says and his fangs graze my neck again and I whimper. 

"Wh...why?" I shiver and his hand slips from the back of one of my thighs, and then down my thigh and up over my nightie and I gasp as his hand grabs my breast through it. 

"Because you're wearing my favorite little piece of bed time attire....and I want to rip it off of you.....but only after I fucked you in it...on every open surface of this house." he growls and I feel his fangs graze harder over my collar bone and I moan. 

"Don't do that" he warns. 

"Do what" I ask with an breathy exhale.

"Don't fucking make that noise." he groans. 

"Don't remind me of how you sound when you fucking cum" he growls. 

"You hate me." I breathe, panting hard and he drags his nose up my neck. 

"I've never hated a creature less." he whispers. 

"You sure don't act like it" I say, my voice still shaking.

"Are you arguing with me about whether or not I truly want you, when I've got my hand on your breast, and my hard cock pressed against your warm cunt, telling you I want to fuck you all over my house and rip your little nightie off?" he asks , sounding slightly amused. 

"Yes." I answer, because it's all I can say after I whimper. 

My eyes flutter as he kisses my neck all over. 

"Then why do you undress for me in front of your windows?" he asks. 

"I dont" I bite out and he drags his tongue over my neck again and skims his fangs over my skin. 

"Liar" he whispers with a hiss in my ear. 

"You undress for me....then you dress up for me....in these pretty little outfits......and then you lay in your little bed Winter..." he whispers and then his mouth moves to mine, barely touching my lips, his eyes glowing gold and making my breath hitch and pussy pulse against his cock. My hips moving out, grinding against him. 

"And then Winter.....when you're in your little bed.....you touch yourself....thinking of me.....and you make yourself cum....for me." he says against my lips and I whimper. 

"No I dont" I make a weak attempt of arguing and I gasp as he snatches my lower lip, between his teeth, his fangs almost piercing my lip. He growls slightly and I gasp with a hiss as one of them pinches just enough to break skin and then a low feral growl vibrates his chest, and he swipes his tongue over the spot, and then , his tongue is in my mouth. 

I moan as he grinds against me, my breathing erratic and frenzied as his hand on my breast moves, both of his hands grabbing my ass as he turns. Carrying me, and I don't even care where, kissing him madly. Groan after groan coming from him as I kiss him desperately, having wanted to do it for two years, to know what it was like to kiss a vampire. And not just any vampire, the moody son of a bitch that lived across the street. THIS. Vampire. The one carrying me up two flights of stairs, with his hands on my ass and my body writhing against him. 

His door slams shut and I gasp, pulling my mouth from his, my eyes darting all over the large bedroom of the third floor. Nothing much at all, just a large bed with black bedding, a black lounge chair, and few tall bookcases. 

"I'm in your room" I say in shock, my heart beating so fast. What am I doing? 

"Yes." he half chuckles. "Yes, you are." 

Rowan drops me onto the bed, and then without warning, drops his boxers and then stands back up straight and my eyes go straight to the prize. 

"Jesus christ" I say with astonishment and shock. 

Looking back at me was the words hottest vampire, and his long, thick, heavy looking cock. 

"I'm done playing this game with you." he says as he lifts one knee to the bed, grabbing his cock. 

"Wh...what game?" I say nervously. 

"The one where we pretend we don't want to fuck one another. The one where I have to listen to that wet pussy get fucked by fingers and toys that aren't my fucking cock" he says and snatches my leg and pulls me forward and I yelp. 

"You're very aggressive" I say and he chuckles. 

"And you're very fucking pretty." he says and I swallow as he looks down at me and groans. 

"That really is my favorite nightie...it's a shame it wont be anything but shreds after tonight." he says. 

"Wh...I've never...is it going to hurt?" I ask and he leans down, hovering over me and he kisses me, and it's not rough, it's surprisingly soft and ....sweet?

"I'd never hurt you...I take care of my possessions." he says and kisses me again. 

"Your possessions?" I ask pinching my brows. 

He smirks. 

"Yes Winter." he says and reaches down, and I feel the heavy weight of his cock against me and then feel the head of it, pushing along my soaked pussy, up and down, spreading around my arousal and I whimper. 

"I don't plan on letting anyone else ever touch you. so...you are mine." he says. 

"I'm not yours." I argue even as my cunt aches from the promise of his cock at my entrance. 

He chuckles. 

"Then leave.....because if you stay Winter....I promise you....you wont WANT to belong to anyone else BUT me."