Crimson Kiss

29 Pillow Talk

"Marcus," Ezra said shortly, never taking his eyes off of me. "You may leave now."
I turned to look at Marcus but he already had his back to me and was gathering his books and backpack. Not once did he look at me, but when Ezra reached out and made me look at him.
"Let me look at you," Ezra whispered as he pulled me to my feet, pulling me in, his hands running up my arms. My heart was pounding away in my chest and I could no longer contain myself. I flung myself at him, jumping up into his arms. Ezra sighed and scooped me up, kicking the door closed. He hitched me up, his hands shifting to hold onto my thigh, the other around my back as he sat down on the sofa.
"I missed you," I told him.
Ezra sighed and nodded. "I can not stay long," he said and I pouted a little. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't even be here. If Dragos knew-"
I cut him off and rolled my eyes. "Any other word from him by the way?" I asked him.
Ezra leaned in quickly, taking me by surprise as he pressed his lips to my skin. "I do not want to talk right now, Ivy," he reminded me, his hands sliding up my shirt. My heart was pounding and was trying to think of a way to tell him to slow down. His mouth and kisses had become aggressive against my skin. Fear bubbled up in my chest, thinking he would not be able to stop again. I could not bear being away from him like that again.
"Ezra, stop," I breathed at him.
I herd his sigh and pull away to look at me. "Yes, love?" he asked me.
And then, for some reason, the fear fell away and I smiled at him. Reaching up I brushed his cheek, watching his silver glowing eyes as his eyes roamed my neck. I shook my head and lifted my hand to trace the deep V shape in his blouse.
"Is Frank due in soon?" Ezra asked me.
I sighed and glanced at my phone. "He will be home in about forty-five minutes," I said. "Why?"
Ezra grinned at me and traced a finger down my neck. "Nothing," Ezra sighed. "I am just gonna have to go get some blood here soon. I am due back at school here in a few days."
I felt my heart race and I suddenly had an idea. I pushed off of him and skipped over to the stairs. When I glanced back at him, his face was troubled, but he was doing his best to keep it together. When he reached me I grabbed up his hand and led him up to my room.
"Ivy," he said, his voice cautious.
Once inside my room, I closed and locked the door. "I have not seen you in over two weeks!" I reminded him. "You can stay for forty three more minutes!" I reminded him.
Ezra behind me now, his hands on my shoulders, brushing away my hair to kiss the exposed trail of my neck. My breath hitched and my hands gripped his arms. I herd Ezra chuckle as he leaned in and ran his nose along my skin, inhaling as he went. I withered beneath him and he laughed, his hot breath washing down my skin. My hands, on their own accord, reached up and pulled at his shirt. "So eager," he scolded me with a laugh, as his hands gripped my wrists. ""Ivy, I do appreciate the offer-"
I felt my heart sink and my face settle into a frown. "Please!" I begged.
I knew I was horrible. When Amira had asked me if I had had some kind of sexual-like reaction when either Marcus or Ezra had drank from me, I had been unable to answer. Mostly because I was embarrassed and surprised he would ask me such a thing. Just a few days after I started feeding Ezra my blood, I had noticed a change in him and why he had asked me if I had had any kind of reaction. Now I knew better. Ezra pulled back and looked at me, his face puzzled.
"So you want me to drink from you?" he asked me.
I felt myself blush again and this time, Ezra was not slow about his actions. One second he was leaning away, the next he had his hands back on me and I was in his arms. "Because that would make me very happy." His voice came out in almost a growl.
Ezra kissed me roughly, his hands running over the sides of my neck, holding me in place. Ezra had come a long way, since he had fed on me, almost draining and killing me. Since he had been getting drops of my blood, everyday, his actions toward me seemed to intensify. He was more hands on in public, he was constantly touching me, and when we were alone, I would have to stop him because I could not catch my breath. It hadn't gone further than that. And I did not plan on it any time soon. "Does the bite of a Vampire always feel good?" I asked him.
Ezra lean down and placed me on my bed, his face amused. "Are you saying you enjoy me biting you?" Ezra asked me as he reached the top of my jeans. "How about I take your mind off of things for a while?" Before I could answer, Ezra leaned forward and pressed his lips to my neck, kissing me long and deliberately slow. My hands wandered up his shoulders and I gasped in surprise when the euphoric feeling of bliss overcame me as he grazed his fangs grazed my neck. Ezra's breath hitched and he hunched over, his hands dragging me into an upright position off of my bed and onto his lap.
"Ezra?" I whispered, reaching up to brush the hair from his face.
I was not surprised to see his eyes gleaming white, his fangs peeking from behind his perfect lips and a look of discomfort on his face. "Just-...don't move!" he instructed forcefully as he reached and made me straddle him. When he had me settled on his lap how he wanted me, he reached up and made me look at him, his face gentle. "I don't want to hurt you!"
I nodded and leaned forward, but Ezra shook his head and reached for me instead. He moved slowly, giving me every chance to stop him if I got uncomfortable. His hands wandered up my arms and pushed my jacket from my shoulders. "You Humans and your layers," he teased me and I smirked at him, reaching down to pull the sweater from my body. Underneath, I was still covered by a black tank top. I watched Ezra's eyes lock onto my chest.
I felt my face turn red. This was the first time I was this close to him, the first time I was this bear before him since I had been to high on meds to really remember what had happened. To this day it was still a blur of colors and shapes. Now, sober, I was able to see everything on his face.
The look of possession and longing on his face made my skin crawl in an odd way.
"You skin is so pale now," he murmured, sliding a finger up the side of my arm. "How are you feeling?" I watched his face become worried for a moment and I gave him a small smile.
"I feel fine, Ezra," I assured him.
He smiled at me now and leaned forward. "I came here, craving you," he mumbled against my skin. I closed my eyes as his hands snaked around me, pulling me forward."Oh, the disappointment I felt when I saw you wounded-"
I shook my head and rolled up my sleeve. "You can still feed!" I said and offered my wrist.
Ezra smiled and pulled me in, kissing me. When he pulled away, his face was suddenly frustrated. I leaned away from him. "What?" I asked him.
Ezra sighed and shook his head. "Why was Marcus here?" he asked me.
I shrugged. "He was here when we got home," I answered. "Delphine and I were doing research in her shop when Amira called and told us about the murder outfront. He was here before any of us because he had this!"
I reached under my pillow, where I had stashed the dagger Marcus had taken off of the body. I handed it to Ezra and he looked at it, a frown on his face. "This is old," he mumbled.
I nodded. "And powerful," I added. "Who ever this belonged to was powerful. And if that victim is a Witch, I am going to have to report it to the Coven-"
Ezra nodded, "Yeah, about your Coven," he said and leaned away. "We should talk about that. When I was in Staten Island and there were plenty of Witches there, walking the streets in their robes, not caring who sees them," he told me.
I shrugged, not really getting the point. "So?" I asked him. "The Witches use glamors so the Mortals can not see them. What's the big deal?"
"I saw Tate speaking to Freya at the conner of the alleyway. They were arguing about you of all things. She wants you out of the Coven. They parted ways shortly after. And I do not think it will be long before she turns on you for you good," he warned me.
"Did you follow her?" I demanded.
Ezra sighed and shook his head. "No," he admitted. "My father was present at the time and I could not excuse myself to follow her. And I was to distracted by the fact that she had been talking to a tall blond haired Vampire I have never seen before.
I sighed and leaned back against his legs. Ezra leaned forward and wrapped his arms around me. "What are you thinking.
"So, are the Witches trying to set us up?" I demanded, my head suddenly spinning. "Why are Freya and her father fighting and what were they arguing about?" I demanded but when I looked back at Ezra, his face threw me off. His face had become relaxed and soft, all of the lust and hardness was gone from his features. I smiled at him. "What?" I asked him.
Ezra smiled at me. "Nothing," he said and laughed. "I just like how you said us. Like it was always meant to be that way." I smiled at him and sighed.
"I mean it, Ezra," I said. "I mean it when I say, i will always choose what I think is right!" And then I realized something. "As long as Tate is High Priest of the Coven, I will never become his Priestess!" I said.
Ezra smiled. "Have you told this to Tate?"
I sighed. "No," I said. "I need more information on the inner workings of Witch Politics and Law," I said and rolled my eyes.
Ezra smiled and kissed my cheek. "That should be easy enough for you to get," he smiled.
I leaned in and wrapped my arms around him. "Let's hope you are right! Any ideas on how we could set him up?"
I laughed. "Are we seriously talking about overthrowing a High Priest for a Coven I don't even want to lead?" I asked him.
Ezra shrugged. "It is your choice, Ivy," he reminded me. "There will come a time where you will have to choose. Them. Or vampires."
I looked up at him and could see the worry and hurt in his eyes. Pain lanced through me and I leaned into him. "Let's say we use this alleged set up," I said, trying to focus. "What if we can get proof or evidence that Tate would have to step down to avoid prosecution?"
Ezra frowned. "I am not to familiar with Witch Law," he reminded me.
"That's fine," I said. "I can just add that to my list of things to do!" I sighed and ezra leaned in.
"I love you, Ivy Pierce!" he whispered.
I leaned in and kissed his quickly, the guilt I was feeling was beginning to eat at me. I had so much going on. School. The Goddesses Coven. Dragos still wanting a meeting with me. Studying all I can about Magic and now, to add to it, I had fed from two Vampires. Two feuding brothers. And I was the one to blame for all of it.
"And I love you, Ezra Malverick."
We did not talk much for the rest of the night. Ezra mostly watched me study for a biology quiz. After about an hour, I was ready for bed and I Ezra excused himself for the night. Before he left my room, I tried one more time.
"Are you sure?" I asked him.
Ezra turned to face me, the smallest tint of silver still in his beautiful green eyes. When he realized what I was asking he smiled and nodded. "Tomorrow," he said.
I smiled and nodded. "Ok," I breathed.
Ezra kissed me one last time, and as soon as he closed the door, I fell face first into my pillow and cried, wishing he had taken my guilt and stress with him.