My Vampire System novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: Level Two

Ingrid goes back for more and Sebastian takes her to his bed, biting as she comes.

I made it as far as the third landing of the stairs.

Then I stopped, turned around, and walked back up.

My body was still humming from his mouth, and the humming had a shape.

It was the exact shape of the thing he had refused me.

I knocked on his door at a quarter to midnight.

It opened so fast I knew he'd been standing behind it.

He had taken off his shirt.

I saw the long hard lines of his chest, pale as marble.

There was an old bullet scar under his left collarbone.

A trail of silver-fair hair ran down his stomach into the waistband of his trousers.

"I told you to go to bed," Sebastian said.

"You told me not tonight."

"Same thing."

"It's not." I stepped in and shut the door behind me. "You didn't finish, and neither did I."

"Ingrid."

"I came once. I want it again, and I want it with you inside me."

I had never said anything like that out loud.

It came out steady, and I was a little proud of that.

His jaw worked.

"You don't know what I am."

"A major. A vampire. A man who knelt on a rug for me." I took one step closer. "I know that much."

"I'm a hundred and twelve."

"I'm eighteen." I put my palm flat on his bare chest.

It was cold and hard and perfectly still, with no heartbeat under it.

"I know what I want, Sebastian."

His eyes closed.

When they opened, something in them had changed.

He moved so quickly I never saw it.

One second I was standing at the door.

The next I was off my feet, with my back against the wall and his mouth crushing mine.

It was my first real kiss from him, and it wasn't gentle.

He kissed me, deep and hard and open.

His tongue slid against mine.

He pinned my wrists above my head with one hand.

I moaned into his mouth.

"This is a mistake," he muttered against my lips.

"Then make it."

He made a sound like pain.

He carried me to the bed with my legs wrapped around his waist.

He laid me down on the tight blanket and stood over me.

"Take it off," he said. "All of it. Slowly."

I sat up and did as he said.

Jacket first.

Then the shirt, one button at a time, while he watched me with an expression I had no word for.

Then the boots, the pants, the underwear.

Soon I was lying naked on a vampire's bed in the lamplight, with my braid over one shoulder.

He undid his belt and his trousers and pushed them down.

I looked.

I couldn't help it.

He was big, longer and thicker than anyone I had ever seen.

He was hard and flushed at the tip, which did not match the rest of his cold pale body.

My mouth went dry.

"Eyes up," he said.

"I'm busy."

His laugh was short and surprised.

He climbed onto the bed and over me, and I felt the whole cool weight of him settle between my thighs.

His cock pressed against my wet pussy, heavy and hot, and I arched up to meet it.

"Look at me," he said. "Stay with me."

"I'm here."

"Tell me when."

"Now. Please, now."

He slid into me slowly, inch by inch, and the stretch made me gasp and dig my nails into his shoulders.

It burned and it filled me, and it was the best thing I had ever felt.

He stopped when he was all the way in.

His forehead dropped against mine, and he shuddered.

"God," he whispered. "You're so warm."

"Move."

"Give me a moment."

"No." I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled. "Move, Sebastian. Fuck me."

He swore, low and ragged.

Then he drew back and thrust in.

The first stroke was deep and slow, and the second was harder.

By the fifth he had found a rhythm that made the iron bed frame knock against the wall.

I held on to him.

I raked my nails down his back and heard him growl, and I did it again on purpose.

"Careful," he said.

"Why?"

"Because I'll bite."

"Bite."

His hips snapped, hard, and I cried out.

He caught my hands and pinned them beside my head.

He drove into me, deep and punishing and perfect, and every thrust ground against my clit.

I started babbling.

"Yes. There. Harder. Oh, fuck, Sebastian, harder."

"Good girl," he said into my ear. "Take it. Just like that."

I came apart at the words.

It was so sudden I screamed, my whole body clamping around him, my back arching, spots flickering behind my eyes.

He groaned against my throat and thrust through it, deep and steady, drawing it out of me.

"That's it," he said. "Let go."

My orgasm crested, and his cold mouth found the pulse in my neck.

"Do it," I gasped. "Now. Please."

He bit.

The pain went through me bright and perfect.

Then the pull started, and my climax turned over and came again, a second wave right on top of the first.

I sobbed his name.

He drank, and his hips stuttered, and his rhythm broke.

"Ingrid."

"Come in me."

"I can't"

"You can. I want to feel it."

He snarled.

He drove deep one last time and held there.

I felt him spill inside me, thick and hot and pulsing.

His teeth stayed in my throat, and his whole body shook.

He gave a long ragged groan that I felt in my ribs.

Then he went still.

After a moment he lifted his mouth and licked the bite closed, gently, over and over.

I lay under him with my heart slamming, and he did not move off me, and I did not want him to.

"I'm sorry," he said finally, into my hair.

"For what?"

"I shouldn't have."

"I asked you."

"You did." He lifted his head and looked at me, and his eyes were so tired. "That doesn't make it right."

I touched his scar, the one through his eyebrow.

"Then be wrong with me again in the morning."

He closed his eyes and pressed his face into my neck.

He didn't answer.

I thought he would let me go.

Instead he rolled us over so I lay along his side, and he pulled the blanket over both of us.

I listened for a heartbeat.

There wasn't one.

Somewhere in there, with my cheek on his cold shoulder, I fell asleep.

I woke at a quarter past four to a dark room.

The lamp was out.

Sebastian was lying on his back beside me, perfectly still, with his eyes shut and his mouth a little open.

I shook his shoulder.

Nothing.

I said his name, and nothing happened at all.

For one cold terrible second I thought he was dead, which was a stupid thing to think about a vampire.

Then I put my fingers on his throat.

Under the skin I felt a slow single pulse, like something far down in a well.

It beat once, and then I waited a very long time for it to beat again.

"Sebastian."

He didn't stir.

The gold window opened over his chest, soft in the dark.

QUEST: STAND IN FORMATION AT 0500.

REWARD: GRIP +1.

I looked at his slack, gray face.

I touched his cold cheek, and then I got dressed, quietly, and let myself out.

When I looked back from the door, the sheets on my side of the bed were already cold.

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