Passion Becomes Her: Passion Series, #6

By J. A Melville

It's been almost a century since THAT night,

The night everything changed forever for Francesca.

Only one man knows exactly what happened,

The vampire who sired her.

After pulling her back from the brink of death and insanity,

He promised to always keep her safe,

To never reveal the horrors of her past.

She's gone decades using clothes and makeup, hiding herself…

It's worked all these years…until him.

Something about Lucas triggers horrific nightmares,

Flashbacks to a life she wants to keep buried.

Lucas tries to help her. To comfort her.

But he can't, because HE is the problem.

He makes her feel and that's the last thing she wants.

• Language: English
• Publisher: J. A Melville
• Release date: Jun 5, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386659440

Book preview

Chapter One

Lucas

"And through it all she offers me protection,

A lot of love and affection,

Whether I'm right or wrong,

And down the waterfall,

Wherever it may take me,

I know that life won't break me,

When I come to call she won't forsake me,

I'm loving angels instead."

I FELL SILENT IN THE chapel and slowly opened my eyes, fighting tears as I placed my guitar back in its case. My mother was gone. Of course, I’d known this was coming, but somehow the knowledge of what will be and the reality when it comes to pass, are two different things.

I’d done the one thing she’d asked, I’d honoured her wish and sung Robbie William’s Angel at her funeral as I’d promised her, back when we used to discuss things like that. She’d wanted everything taken care of before she got to the point where she was too ill or too dosed up on pain killers to care.

My eyes met my father’s where he sat in the front pew, and I could see the shimmer of moisture as he stared back at me. Faith wasn’t making any attempt to hold it together and was sobbing quietly by Adrian’s side. She was so sweet and kind, too kind for a vampire really, given that the general stereo typical perception of us was, that we were all bad assed.

Everyone in the church looked grief stricken, which was sadly just the gathering of vampires since my mother had never really had friends. Finally, my gaze shifted to the black-haired woman who sat right to the end of the pew.

Francesca typically was the only one who appeared dry eyed. Nothing affected her, and if anything, she was looking a little bored with the whole funeral service now.

I frowned at her, but she merely raised an eyebrow, her look clearly challenging me to react. What was her story? I knew there was something going on with her. She used her brash, rude, and sarcastic behaviour to cover up whatever it was that was really going on inside. Damn her though, she was tainting the memory of my mother and being disrespectful.

She might get off on behaving the way she was, but surely even she could curb her inner bitch for just one day. Not even that really, just a few hours. Was it too much to expect her to show a little respect for my mother’s memory, show respect to me on this day when I was saying good bye to the woman who had raised me?

Ignoring any further attempts on her part to antagonise me, I returned to my seat next to my father and tried to concentrate on the minister’s voice for the rest of the funeral service. It was hard to focus though when I was still feeling the haze of pain for my loss. My mother was gone.

The only thing that eased my pain a fraction was the knowledge she’d had two good years with Adrian’s care, despite him being convinced he’d failed her. Then there was the community village that Fabian had found for her. She had been so happy, smiling, laughing. I hadn’t seen her like that in years. I hadn’t seen her like that since before the big ‘C’, before the cancer had slowly and insidiously taken hold of her body.

I wasn’t sure how long I sat there, no longer hearing the words of the minister, or the muffled weeping of Faith and Sirene. My eyes lifted from studying the fabric of my black dress pants and landed on the smooth dark timber of the coffin that held my mother’s body. My poor, dead, cancer riddled mother. She lay in there, the life gone from her body forever. Why hadn’t I considered changing her? She could have been turned vampire perhaps? It didn’t take long for me to discard those thoughts though. Mum would have hated that. She had been far more resigned and accepting of the hand fate had dealt her than I was. She had always made it clear; she wanted no attempts made to preserve her life. She’d been ready to go when the time came.

Come son, it’s time. I snapped out of my tortured thoughts at my father’s voice and turned to him. If you need to say your goodbyes once more before the coffin... He trailed off as if unsure what to say to me next.

I guess it was always like this at funerals, no one ever knew how to treat those who were grieving. To spare my father any more awkward silences, I stood again, and walked slowly towards the gleaming dark timber of the coffin. I ran my fingers over the smooth highly polished wood and stupidly wondered why coffins were so beautifully designed given they were either buried in the ground or burned in the crematorium, which was to be the case for my mother.

Bye mum, I love you. I whispered, sweeping my hand over the coffin one more time before raising my eyes to the minister. With a look of sympathy and understanding, he gave a tiny nod of his head.

With a slight jerk, the coffin began to slowly make its way along the moving platform it sat on. I watched its progress as it headed for the wall which I could see, had an opening to allow it to pass through into a room out of sight to those of us in the small chapel.

I followed it until it disappeared from sight, before finally turning to my father and everyone else who had come to pay their last respects to my mother. Again, I found Francesca’s eyes on me as she broke away from the others to walk towards me; my gaze reluctantly drawn to her as she approached.

She was beautiful, there was no denying that. Strangely though for all her arrogance and mocking ways, she never appeared vain. Was it possible that despite her obnoxious behaviour, she didn’t see in the mirror the face and body the rest of the world saw? She was dressed in black, no surprise really given she nearly always wore it. The dress was quite modest in design. High neckline, long sleeves and the hem line stopped about midway between her buttocks and her knees. It was rare to see so much of her covered up, but the dress was still very revealing since it adhered to her body so intimately, it was as if it had been moulded to only fit her.

I’m sorry about your mother. She murmured once she was close enough. I shot her a look to see if she was being genuine or sarcastic, but I saw nothing in her eyes to make me think she was mocking me. Everyone is ready to leave now. Are you coming? It was then that a smile touched her lips briefly. Would you like to be coming?

Just that one comment, so typically inappropriately delivered given this was a funeral and more specifically my mother’s funeral, and nicer Francesca was gone.

What are you suggesting Francesca? Will you fuck me on my mother’s coffin perhaps? How about I spread you out on one of the pews? What do you say? My tone dripped sarcasm, and although a part of me knew I might be hurting her with my words, a part of me didn’t care. A part of me wondered if she had anything even remotely resembling a heart inside her that could be affected by my sarcasm.

Well, I was thinking that once we got home I could give you a little something to make you feel better, but if you want to go for it here, I guess I can get into the moment. She looked around her.

Why do you think sex fixes everything? I asked her, my gaze on her beautiful face, trying to see what lay behind those incredibly dark brown eyes.

She gave a slightly incredulous laugh. We’re vampires. Have you forgotten that already? We need blood, well, most of us just need blood, but the sex is also vitally important to our survival too. So, for us, sex does fix everything. She shifted closer to me, her body brushing lightly against mine.

I stared down at her, into that beautiful heart shaped face of hers with the makeup that was too pale, giving her that gothic look she seemed to favour. Her lipstick was too dark, especially against the pale foundation on her skin, but that was all part of the dramatic look she favoured. No one stood out in a crowd the way Francesca did with her pale skin and full sensual lips, often coated blood red or even black. I stared at her, trying to see the real her, wanting to know what lay beneath the mask.

I grabbed her wrists, holding her firmly before tugging on them, propelling her towards me. With our skin on skin contact where I held her almost fragile, delicate wrists, I felt it. I felt her, what lay inside her. That part of her she tried so hard to keep hidden to everyone. It was fear, blinding, palm sweating, and knee shaking fear. It was so strong, so intense, my body bowed as if a current of electricity was being passed through me.

It slammed my hips into her, and I heard her gasp and tear her arms from my grip. Confusion momentarily clouded her eyes before it was replaced with that annoying defence mechanism of hers, the mockery. Oh baby, I didn’t realise you wanted me that much. Can’t wait until we get home? She raised her hand and trailed her fingernails down my cheek.

Dammit Francesca it’s not that, I... Further talk was denied me when she slipped her fingers into my hair, digging her nails into the back of my head. I was pulled towards her, and my words died in my throat when that plum painted mouth of hers hit mine.

Her lips worked their way over mine, her teeth nibbling over my fuller, bottom one. I opened my mouth to protest, my hands coming up to her shoulders, ready to push her away. It was hard though when she was so alluring to me. She was so wrong, yet she felt so right, and right now, with her tongue curling around mine, I couldn’t seem to bring myself to put more effort into breaking free of her grip. It wasn’t just the power of my attraction to her, it was something else; something I sensed in her, and something I felt in her kiss. It was desperation and it coursed through her, and into me, and I was lost, unable to do anything but respond to her.

Francesca, leave Lucas alone. This is not the time or place. Adrian’s voice filled with disapproval had me leaping back, breaking contact with her lips. I turned to him and saw the way he was staring at the tiny but defiant vampire. Are you ready to leave now? He was obviously speaking to me, but his eyes were still on her.

Yes father, please let’s go. I’m really tired all of a sudden. I brushed past them and headed out into the harsh mid-afternoon sun.

FRANCESCA

Oh, don’t be so fucking stuffy Adrian. Anyone would think you’d just come from a fucking funeral. She clapped her hands over her mouth, her expression wide eyed, struggling to contain her amusement at her deliberate slip. Oops, that’s right, this is a funeral, or it was.

Just for once will you think about someone besides yourself? Don’t fuck with my son. He’s vulnerable right now. He’s just lost his mother and he’s still adjusting to life in our world.

At Adrian’s words Francesca found herself bristling with anger. She was tired of everyone telling her to back off, to be nicer. She’d been nice and look where it had gotten her. She’d been... She shook her head when those thoughts tried to crowd their way in.

She would not think about those times. She would not think about them. She was who she was, because this way was safer. This way no one would see or judge her. It suited her to have everyone think she was a bitch. It meant she could keep her true self buried deep, hidden to all. Only one man knew the real her, and he had promised her he would never reveal anything of her past to anyone, and so far all this time, he’d kept his promise.

Oh, for fuck sakes Adrian, I was just offering him my condolences ok? Plus, I thought if we fuck it will help ease his tension. I didn’t mean here, I’ve got more class than that.

Adrian shot her a look that gave her the impression he didn’t believe her. Come on, we’re leaving. We all need to sleep. This being up during the days is hard and I still don’t like Faith to be exposed to the sun for too long after what happened to her.

You do fuss Adrian. For fuck sakes she’s fine. She’s recovered well. You’re all Faith ever wanted, and she has you now. Ugh, we’re so fortunate that you moved into your own house. I swear all the ‘oh Adrian, oh my god’ and the screaming was almost enough to bring the bile to the back of my throat. She smirked.

He shot her a frowning look but as he turned away, she saw the reluctant smile on his face. Stop being such a smart ass Fran and let’s get out of here.

With the sound of her laughter filling the chapel, Francesca followed Adrian out into the sun, heading for the car to take them back to Fabian’s home.

When they got back to the house everyone said goodbye and headed home. Lucian and Arissa only lived over the road, but Adrian and Faith lived in his home where he’d once kept Lucas and Katherine secret from his family. Francesca watched them say good bye to Lucas, hugging and kissing him before climbing into Adrian’s black Trans Am, and with a roar of the throaty engine, they were gone.

Lucas shot her a look before spinning on his heels and climbing the stairs to the house, following Fabian, Sirene, Damien and Flame inside.

Francesca watched him disappear from her sight and followed at a slower pace, her mind turning over with unwanted feelings of not just guilt, but what felt remarkably like compassion. It bothered her that Lucas was unhappy with her, and it bothered her that she was feeling anything remotely like sympathy for him. She didn’t do feelings, she didn’t do emotions. She kept her true feelings to herself at all times and kept everyone at a distance with sarcasm, rudeness, mockery, and indifference.

She’d spent decades living this way. It protected her from not only those around her, but it protected her from the past. Just thinking about it was enough to send a shiver of not only fear but revulsion down her spine.

No! Fuck it No! She buried her hands into her long black curls and dug her nails into her scalp hard, shaking her head. No, No, No! Harder she pressed them into her skin until the physical pain she was inflicting on herself started to suppress the painful memories that struggled to resurface.

Dammit what the hell was making her feel like this again? It had been years, fucking years since she’d woken from her sleep, night after night screaming in agony, shrieking with terror until that familiar voice had spoken softly in her ear, and those comforting arms held her, driving her demons away again.

Lucas, it had to be fucking Lucas that was doing this to her. He was an empath after all, and it seemed like his emotions were rubbing off onto her.

Well, she didn’t fucking need emotions, she didn’t fucking need to feel. All she wanted to feel was a hard cock slamming into her. Now that would make her feel. Yeah, fucking good. She whispered, and walked into the house, composing herself again, and letting her mask slip back into place.

When she joined the others in the living room, she could see Lucas was not with them. Silently she groaned. Was he going to go and weep in his pillow like a poor little puppy that had lost its mummy?

So, the one with the dearly departed mother has departed for bed has he? She asked no one in particular, out of the few vampires still in the room.

That will be enough my wild one. Fabian warned her. I am aware that you don’t understand his tie to his mother. You can be such an emotionless abyss sometimes, that you cannot fathom the connections that people share whether it is a couple or family. This is why we are all with those we love, and you still run free. Francesca watched him drag Sirene into his arms and press a kiss to the top of her head.

You really do take the prize for being Queen of the Tactless don’t you sis? Damien shot her a mocking look. Well, it’s late, Flame and I are heading for bed. He took the redhead’s hand in his and began to drag her towards the doorway.

She responded by clamping her fingers over his cock through the black dress pants he was wearing for the funeral. He let out a yelp and froze. What the fuck Flame, let me go. You’re going to damage the merchandise there babe.

Do not fucking well tell me I’m going to bed. I’ll fucking well go when I’m ready. She snapped at him.

Well fuck babe. When the hell are you going to be ready for bed?

She smiled at him, releasing her grip on him. Well now as a matter of fact. She yanked on his hand, and it was her turn to pull him out the doorway into the corridor that led towards the bedrooms.

Good night. They chorused and Francesca laughed at them.

And you all think I’m nuts. She threw herself down on one of the lounges in the room, kicking off her shoes before propping her feet on the coffee table in front of her.

Fabian chuckled. Well, I must concede you have a point my dear, but you know those two feed off one another with the angst. It builds the sexual tension, which seems to work well for them, if the noise coming from their room sometimes is any indication.

Ugh, don’t talk to me about sex father. If it wasn’t so late I’d go out and find a pretty young thing to fuck. I can’t though. A girl needs her beauty sleep after all.

Sirene and I will be retiring too. Please do not do anything to upset Adrian’s son will you? Accept that he is grieving and don’t try to antagonise him. He frowned at her. Do you think you can do that?

Francesca scooped up her shoes and rose gracefully to her feet. Oh, for fuck sakes father, what sort of monster do you think I am? I’m not going to upset the prodigal son’s prodigal son, ok? I might see if he would like a fuck though. I think nothing helps release tension like a good fuck. She shot her father and Sirene a look out from beneath her thick black lashes. Don’t you agree?

Fabian raised a warning finger to her. Just remember what I said. Do not upset Lucas. He will need a bit of understanding from all of us for at least a few days. That means you too. If you don’t think you can behave around him, and curb that natural tendency you have to say the first thing that pops into your mouth, then stay away from him.

Very well, you don’t need to keep telling me over and over again. What do you think I’m going to do?

That’s the problem with you Francesca. No one ever knows what you will do or say next, not even you I suspect. He turned from her to slip an arm around Sirene’s slim shoulders. Now we are retiring for the rest of the day. I suggest you get some rest too. Good night. He dipped his head in that slightly stuffy, old vampire way he had and he and Sirene left the room.

Suddenly alone, Francesca decided she might as well go and get some sleep too. Where to sleep though? She was tempted to go and see if Lucas was sleeping. She was still unsettled from the emotions she’d felt earlier. She’d managed to suppress them a little by falling into her customary ‘don’t give a shit’ persona, but now with everyone gone, she had no audience to play to.

Leaving the living room, she headed down the hall to her bedroom, grimacing when she heard the very obvious noises coming from Damien and Flame’s room. She really didn’t need to hear them fucking when she’d been unable to seek any kind of sexual gratification herself.

When she got to her room she hesitated, her gaze falling on Lucas’s door. It was tempting to go to him. He was still so new to this life as a vampire, even though he’d been turned two years ago, but with Adrian keeping him a prisoner all that time, he’d been sheltered from everything.

She smirked to herself. The poor bastard hadn’t even had a chance to have sex as a vampire. It was surprising he didn’t have huge callouses all over his hands he must have spent so much time taking himself in hand.

It had been fun taking him to bed for the first time. She’d expected to have the opportunity to embarrass and humiliate him by making fun of his inexperience, but it hadn’t worked quite like that. Sure, he was inexperienced, but he had stamina she hadn’t expected. Maybe it was accentuated by the fact he’d had no chance to fuck in two years?

She wasn’t sure, but all she knew was it had whetted her appetite and she wanted more of him. He had a lot of potential and Francesca wanted the fun of training him. He could be her little project. Once she was done with him both as his teacher and simply because she wouldn’t want him in her bed or cunt for too long, she would set her student free. Let him go forth and fuck his way through as many women as he wanted.

Deciding that as tempting as it was to go and wake him if he was asleep, and give him another sex education class, it could wait. Good sex took time; perfect mind blowing sex required no time constraints. There was no point if they would be both staring at a clock wondering how much sleep they were missing out on.

Francesca opened her bedroom door and stepped inside, her gaze sweeping around her inner sanctum. Ever one for the dark and dramatic, the room was decorated in red and black. The carpet was red, a deep plush pile carpet and the walls were the only break in the red and black. They were painted a cream colour. The wall behind her bed was red though, the heavy curtains that blocked the harsh sunlight out were black, and the huge canopy bed was covered in red satin sheets with a black quilt that hung almost to the floor on either side of it. Several cushions covered the pillows, and it was those that she tossed aside so she could clear the bed, ready to receive her suddenly exhausted body.

Hastily she stripped out of her funeral clothes, grimacing at their more conservative appearance before stuffing them into the laundry chute in the bathroom.

Naked she padded back to her bed and slipped between the cool sheets, but despite her fatigue, her body was still wound up, tension tightening her muscles. She needed some sort of relief, she needed to come. It would have been nice to come around a cock but since she wasn’t going to chase after Lucas for his so late in the day, she would have to make do with her fingers. That wouldn’t be too much of a problem. She’d had decades of practice.

Rolling onto her back, her fingers slipped between her parted thighs, and she began to circle her clit, hard, fast, just the way she liked it. She wasn’t in the mood for savouring the pleasure. She wanted to come fast so she could get some sleep. This was purely about the need to de-stress and relax; not so much about a slow rise to reach that release.

It didn’t take long and her back bowed, her hips rising off the bed as she exploded, feeling the moisture of her orgasm coat her fingers. She rode it out, her body twitching and her inner muscles convulsing as they contracted with the power of her climax.

Finally, when there was little more than a faint tremor running through her slim body, she rolled to her side and with the scent of her own cum drifting up from under the sheets, she succumbed to her fatigue and slept.

Chapter Two

Lucas

I didn’t want to open my eyes because I knew when I did, I would remember. I would remember my mother was gone. I lay there letting the pain of her death pass over me. Feeling it like sandpaper being ground against my skin. It hurt, it felt raw, and I felt unbelievably alone.

I knew I had my father, and I was thankful for that and all he’d done for us. Now I’d been taken in by his family too, who seemed happy to accept me as one of their own? Well, except for one, except for her. Francesca was the wild card. Actually, she was just plain wild. She was rude, arrogant, and unpredictable. Probably the biggest bitch I’d ever met, but she was beautiful, and I was drawn to her, despite everything about her that made her a hard woman to get close to.

No, she was more than beautiful, she was exquisite. She wore her make up like a shield to protect her from whatever it was she felt she needed protecting from, and I knew it was something. I’d seen the shadows in her eyes sometimes and I’d felt her pain, that pain that screamed to me so loudly it was deafening. What had happened to her, who or what had hurt her so badly? I wanted to know, but I knew I could never ask her; she’d wised up to me, and wouldn’t allow me to hold her hand or arm for long, as she knew I could read a lot about her emotions and what troubled her if I could simply touch her.

She drew me to her like a moth to the flame, but I knew if I got too close I would only get burned. A woman like Francesca didn’t do love, she didn’t even do the boyfriend/girlfriend thing. All she wanted to do was have sex, and it had blown me away that she’d wanted to have sex with me.

There was no way I could match her. I hadn’t exactly been raking up notches on the bed post prior to being turned vampire, but two years of forced isolation had also been a very effective way of denying me any form of sex, besides taking myself in hand.

I wanted to rectify those years of isolation, and I wanted Francesca to teach me. She seemed up for anything in the bedroom, and it had been quite a revelation that first night with her.

She’d wanted me after my mother’s funeral, I knew that, but I couldn’t face her attitude, or overlook it enough in my raw emotional state to have taken what she had blatantly offered.  I wanted her though, my aching cock tenting the sheet that covered me proved that.

I slipped a hand under the cotton and grasped a hold of myself ready to do this alone, ready to make myself come in the manner that had become so familiar to me. It was just as I swept my fist up the length of my cock that I heard it. It was faint, barely more than a whisper to me, but I heard it. It was a woman crying. These weren’t merely tears of pain or heartache; these were tears of anguish, devastation, and terror. She was petrified.

Like an athlete at the starting gate, I leapt from my bed, my erection forgotten and without even bothering to pull something on to cover my nakedness, I ran from my room and hastily turned the door handle to Francesca’s room, letting myself inside.

She was lying in a tangle of black and red satin, her body writhing around, her face contorted as if in pain. As I approached her, she suddenly cried out and her body bucked up, her back arching so far I feared she’d snap her spine in two. What was wrong with her? What troubled her so much as she slept?

When I stood by her bed, staring down at her, I could see her cheeks were wet with tears and her face twisted as if she was in the grip of something horrific.

Carefully I reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, staggering slightly when the blast of emotions from her, slammed into me. My teeth snapped together so hard, the sound was audible in the room, but I braced myself, determined to hang on and try to gauge why this brash, foul mouthed, mocking vampire hid behind an abrasive attitude and make up.

She didn’t seem to feel my touch as she moaned and cried out still, but I certainly felt hers. Not just the softness of her skin beneath my hand but the relentless flood of emotions that hit me with all the force of a Mack truck.

What had this beautiful woman endured? I felt her pain, not just pain but agony, a pain so intense, so overwhelming, so encompassing that I wondered how she’d survived it. This wasn’t just a physical pain though, it was emotional. It was at that moment as I touched her that I realised Francesca had not only suffered severe pain and trauma to her body at some stage, but she had also suffered through the kind of mental anguish and emotional pain that would have driven a lesser person insane.

As I touched her and absorbed her emotions like a sponge, one of the curses of being empath, I suddenly had a clearer understanding of what made her the way she was. I didn’t know what it was that had happened to her, but I knew it was huge. The question was, would I ever be able to penetrate those walls she’d built up around herself?

Suddenly she groaned and her body flipped violently on the bed breaking my connection with her cheek. She rolled back towards me, and her eyes shot open staring blankly as she blinked, like a deer caught in the headlights. I knew the moment she’d seen me when the last traces of pain disappeared from her eyes and the haunted look left her features. As if a switch had been flicked, the vulnerability was gone, and the Francesca she portrayed to those around her was back.

What the fuck are you doing here? She pulled herself upright, the sheet falling away from her breasts, leaving her naked from the waist up. Her eyes dropped down the front of me and I saw them widen. Why are you naked? What the hell do you want Lucas? Now you want to fuck do you?

I sighed. No Francesca, that’s not why I’m here, you were calling out in your sleep. You seemed a little upset. I said, deliberately playing down just how upset she’d been. I didn’t come in here for sex. I came in here to see if you were ok.

She snorted. Her look scathing as her eyes ran over me. For the briefest flash, so brief it was barely detectable, I’d seen the wariness and vulnerability in those near black depths.

She had the most amazing eyes. Dark, so dark they appeared black most of the time, except for when she was in the throes of passion. Then they changed and became a lighter, rich, chocolate brown. During orgasm was the only time her guard dropped, and one could get a glimpse of the gentler, almost innocent woman who lived inside that tough, brash, abrasive outer shell.

I watched as she flung the satin sheet back and rose to her knees on the mattress. Unable to control myself, my eyes moved down her body, over her creamy, perfect skin to her pert breasts which I already knew fit nicely in the palms of my hands. I dropped my gaze lower, over her flat stomach and bare pussy. She had her thighs parted a little as she balanced on her knees, and I could see the tips of her pink folds playing peek-a-boo as she kneeled watching me. She was posing, I could tell. She was obviously using her stunning body to distract me. I knew it, just as she knew it.

My eyes locked on hers briefly again, before unable to help myself, I lowered them to her slim thighs. I closed my eyes to block the temptation that she was to me. She had just been in a vulnerable position. This was not the time to take advantage of her, and I was still feeling very emotionally lost at sea after my mother’s passing.

I should go. Francesca would not reveal to me in a million years what had troubled her as she slept. I knew if I stayed that she would use sex to distract me. She always did; she knew I was weak with her and too easily tempted by her beauty. Much as I loved the sex with her, using one another to forget what troubled us wasn’t healthy for either of us.  

She started crawling over the mattress towards me and I tensed up. No Fran no. I came in here to comfort you not take advantage of you.

She stopped and threw her head back with laughter. Oh, you silly boy, I don’t need your comfort. I’m fine without it, but thanks for caring.

She screwed her nose up at me, her eyes glinting with something that made me nervous. She finally got right to the edge of the bed and swung her legs to the side, standing up before me. Without her usual five to six inch heels on, she looked so tiny in front of me and with her almost delicate frame, she looked like she would snap in half in a strong wind. It was all an illusion though. For all her tiny size, she was not weak. To most people she was a bit frightening and intimidating. She might have been to me too, if I hadn’t seen past her bravado to the frightened little girl inside.  

I dragged myself as upright as I could, hoping to use my height advantage over her and keep her back, but I should have known better. This was Fran after all. As soon as she was nearly touching me she leaned forward, and licked me from one nipple to the other, flicking her tongue into my nipple ring. Just like that, as her exotic scent filled my nostrils, I was hard for her.

Ooh something’s come up. Does your little friend want to play? She shot me a mocking smile and I frowned. Little, she called me little? I wasn’t little.

Ugh, did I dent your male ego by saying little? I actually didn’t mean that you were little Lucas. She curled a hand around me, sliding her fist from root to tip. This is actually good. I don’t normally hand men compliments. You all tend to have large enough egos as it is. Certainly, your egos are generally much larger than your cocks, but you have a very nice one. I like this. She said before sliding her hand along my erection again.

I stood there in her grasp telling myself I’d pull away from her in a minute. I wanted her, I couldn’t deny that, but my every instinct told me that if I couldn’t penetrate that wall of hers, I’d never get to see the real her, and if I didn’t, I couldn’t be a toy to her until she got bored and moved on.

What do you want from me? I finally asked surprised that my voice sounded relatively calm, considering it was hard to focus on anything, but what her hand was doing to me.

Well, I would have thought that was obvious. I don’t generally go around grabbing men by the cock if I want them to read me a bedtime story. She shot back at me, humour in her dark eyes.

Do you think that is wise? Are you just using me to suppress whatever troubled you in your sleep? Do you really want me Francesca or am I merely a means to an end for you?

I saw irritation flash across her beautiful face before it was gone, and she tightened her grip on me, pulling harder on my cock, which forced me to take a step closer to her before she did me some kind of injury.

I’m not using you as a method of escape Lucas. I want sex, you’re here, and you certainly have the necessary equipment. She gave me another squeeze. You’re still a little green using that thing to its full potential, but that’s where I come in. I thought I could be your teacher. You have my sire and your father helping to teach you the ways of being vampire. How about I teach you all there is to know about fucking? You will need those skills one day when you’re hunting. My brothers fucked their way through most of Hobart before they found the little women who have become their eternal ball and chains. They’ve let the side down, and we don’t have anyone to get out there to simply fuck and feed anymore; well besides me. So, what do you think? Are you interested in being my pupil?

‘Fuck, fuck, fuck.’ My internal voice started screaming. Was this woman crazy? She was offering to teach me all there was to know about sex? Ok, a part of me wondered if I’d sucked that badly when we’d had sex