The Vampire And Her Human Mate

12| The shower

At some point around midday, they decided that they should have a shower. Bianca giggled- actually giggled- as they shifted spots in the small shower, needing to take turns who was under the water more. He'd insisted on washing her. The soaping up got her very hot and heavy.

"Maybe we should get back to my room."

Bianca was too far gone. She gripped him, using a portion of her real strength to push him against the tiled wall. "I can't wait."

He grinned at her eagerness, switching places with her, her strength now pulling him toward her. She lifted her leg, Beau instinctively grasping it and nestling himself into her.

She watched his face as he entered her, a soft look of adoration came across him every time. His hands move to caress her- moving to elicit the most pleasure from her.

Cupping her face, he languidly kissed her, drawing in and out of her slowly.

It was too gentle and sweet and was driving her mad.

"Harder," she gasped around his tongue.

He obliged immediately, both hands grasping her hips, his breaths becoming moans. She loved how vocal he was, it spurred her and she could tell he loved to hear it from her.

He buried his face in her neck. She could feel his mouth opening against her flesh- his teeth scraping her skin and gently bit and sucked there. There was something about the act that sent her wild- here a vampire being necked by a human.

She cried out as the tension built. As Beaus' movements sped up, his mouth drawing harder on her. She stared up at the ceiling as her fangs popped. She clenched her jaw as she came, frightened she'd bite him if she let her face anywhere near his flesh. She willed her fangs to recede.

His mouth found hers again as they both came down. Silently, Beau turned the shower off and led her out into the wider bathroom. She watched him intently as he dried her off. He wasn't looking into her face and she wanted to know what he was thinking so badly. He wrapped a towel around her and then himself.

"Go back to our room." He patted her behind and sent her on her way. "I'll scrounge up some food."

"Nothing for me," she called over her shoulder.

"You sure?"

She could hear him rifling through the fridge.

"I don't usually eat lunch."

She wandered around his bedroom. He kept it neat.

She looked at herself in the mirror, briefly checking out the hickey he'd given her. She was going to have to wear a high neck for a day or so but she loved seeing it on her. She would love to parade it, show her beautiful mate off... like she would have if he could mark her. She hadn't worked out exactly what she was going to do yet with him and her world, she only knew she wasn't letting him go now. He was hers.

She completed the loop around his room, ending at his desk. It had an old beaten up laptop on it and a stack of textbooks. She trailed her finger over the items, a sketch book catching her eye.

She flipped it open, pulling the chair out to sit as the skillful images captivated her. The sketches were amazing. Some just with pencil, others with watercolor and charcoal. Anything from a landscape of a pond in the middle of a park- a playground in the background, to sketches of his family, his housemates. She hit a point where there were darker images. Faces contorted in anguish.

Frowning, she flicked past them, catching a glimpse of an image that she went back to. It was unmistakably a sketch of her. There were a few things off, her mouth not quite so wide and her nose not as narrow, but amazing to be drawn from memory. She lingered on the sketch. Humans weren't supposed to feel the matebond- could that be a fallacy? His feeling of connection to her was obvious. He hadn't been satisfied with a one night stand and actively looked for her- not willing to let her go. Was that just the type of person he was?