When Secrets Run Out

Vulnerability and Bites

Elijah's POV

    I look over at Oliver, his pale creamy skin perfect in the dawn light that seeps into the windows, his features blurry without the help of my glasses.

    It's been another three days since Oliver told me how he felt, and things have been perfect since. My cheeks blush as I think about just how perfect things have been, his warm finger coming up to trace my red cheeks. "I find myself curious as to what could entice your lovely cheeks to rose so beautifully, but I'm sure you would try it murder me if I attempted." He confesses, his voice smooth and warm.

    I smile sweetly and nuzzle into his hand a little, the burning in my cheeks apparently here to stay. "I'm glad you know me so we'll." I answer and he laughs shaking his head at me though his eyes never lose his awe.

    Through my entire life I've always been an outlier, and mediocre one at that, always in the middle of the pack.

    But Oliver sees something in me, whatever it is that makes his eyes light up, his attention solely focused on me, completely enthralled with everything I say.

     The pure care and tenderness that I see in his eyes makes my heart melt every time, so when his lean strong body pulls me into his chest, eliminating the last of the space between us, I instantly turn to putty in his hands. He continues to stroke my cheek, and he leans back to peer into my eyes and then my soul as if looking for answers there.

     "The snow is gone." I don't know what makes me say it, but the words tumble out of my mouth, highlighting the elephant in the room that's been creeping up on us from outside.

    The snow is gone which means I should have no problem going back home and there's nothing that keeping me here anymore. Except there is, and I don't know if Oliver is as ready as he said he is to change everything like he thinks. Just as I go to voice my worries, Oliver's smooth deep voice cuts me off.

     "It is. And soon you may be too, however, I would like to hope that I would accompany along with you if you allow me...as a human." The last words are quiet, but I hear them causing me to pull back an inch to stare into his eyes now. Before I can answer he rambles on, pulling his gaze away and shifting in an anxious manner, completely unlike himself. I think it's cute. "Of course, we wouldn't have to do this now, or ever if you would prefer. It would only after all be the easiest option if you decide that I may accompany you home and stay with you there.

     I shake my head in answer and hold out a hand for him to stop talking.

    "I don't want you to come stay with me." I confess and I watch as he slightly deflated but I continue. "I want to stay here. I love this place and it has the library I've always dreamed of. But I would still like to go into town and visit friends and live a good life... and I want to do all these things with you. I want you to drink my blood so you can be human."

    I watch as his breath catches in his throat, and in awe, I realize real tears are coming to his eyes as he looks at me, his gaze pure and adoring.

     "You never cease to amaze me, my dear Elijah." He whispers and I smile shyly as he leans forward, pressing his lips to mine, this kiss unlike any other that we've had. Instead of shy and sweet and new, this is wild and passionate and raw. Real. Addictive.

    By the time Oliver pulls away I'm seeing double making him chuckle and shake his head.

    "Are you certain that this is what you desire?" He asks me and I nod, but he doesn't answer, waiting for my verbal response almost making me roll my eyes but I don't, knowing this is important to him.

     "I want you to still have your history since so little people know it. I want to be with you. I want to get to live my own happily ever after. Don't you?" I ask, not wanting to force him, but needing him to know how badly I wanted this. How badly I want him. His eyes meet mine and for the first time, every emotion he feels is on display for me to see. Every worry, every insecurity, every hope.

     "More than you could ever fathom, my love." He confesses and before I can say a word, his lips are on my mine once more, the fire of passion burning hotter than I knew existed.

   His lips pressed and moving against mine are soft and warm, his teeth scraping against my lip in anticipation making me shiver.

   When he pulls away when looks down at me, I keep myself open to his gaze and his hand lifts to tilt my head up and to the right expose the left side of my skin neck. A finger traces a spot right above my collarbone and he smiles at me. "Here?" He asks and I nod without thinking, not caring where as long as he was agreeing to be mine.

   His eyes lock with me and the emotion in them is almost too much that I want to look away but I force myself not too, my breathing rapid as I wait for his lips to reach my neck, my eyes falling shut once he's out of sight. My dick strains against my pants, and my core is tightening as I feel the soft father of Oliver's breath along my neck.

    When his lips touch my skin, I gasp from surprise, and not second later, it turns into a moan as his teeth dip into my skin. While I thought the process would be painful and even braces myself for it, it felt like pure bliss as my life force drained away from me.

    Just as I started feeling light headed from the loss of blood and the blinding pleasure, Oliver's mouth leaves my neck leaving me and half blind, melted mess with messy underwear. My cheeks warming slightly once I realize, most of my energy focused on fighting sleep, but when I gather the energy to turn my head, I see Oliver laying on his side, his eyelids dropping worse than mine.

   The last thing I remember is the feeling of a a burning touch holding my hand tightly, before I passed out.

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Omg guys this book has three chapters left can you believe that it's actually about to be over ai don't think I can believe that.

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