Is it love: Peter Bartholy

Chapter 20 Part 1 - Peter Pov

Peter Pov

I felt her face nuzzled into my neck, teasing me with small nips from her lips. My body wrapped around her, feeling her in my hands again as my hardening member pressed tightly up against my pants. The room was already thick with the scent of arousal, but it was the scent of flowers and vanilla that sent my control over the edge. Good thing no one else is home. I averted my eyes from hers, no longer able to avoid them from showing their crimson hue. Urges much more primal overtook us, leaving room for little else.

Sweeping her into my arms, I went straight for the comfortable bed, sandwiching her on its feathery sheets. Her body arched forward, pressing itself into me, urging me on. I gladly obliged, grinding my hips into hers. Pressing my bulge teasingly close to her warm core. The motion was enough to make her start whimpering and digging her nails in my back.

Seizing her lips, a low growl emanated from me when she denied my tongue its access. Not feeling like giving up, I undo her shirt and let my thumb run over one of her exposed nipples. Playing with it. Making til it puck and stiffen in response. Soon a small moan escaped her mouth and my tongue seizes its reward.

My hands made their way down her sides to her hip bones, feeling her melt into my touch. Her thighs separated in anticipation while my fingers glided across her pantyline.

Leaving her panting lips, I started my slow descent down her neck. Placing lingering kisses, I carefully slid her laced panties off. Her fingers slipped down my stomach, stopping slightly at my hip before venturing further.

Blood already flowed before her fingers touched the tip making me shudder. Each and every stroke of her hand brought me that much closer to losing that little sanity that I had left. A groan of pleasure left me when she increased her pace and tightened her hold. Releasing my fangs, my fingers slipped down between her slick folds outlining her entrance. After tonight's affair, the vampiric part of me wanted to stake its claim.

Pressing my lips gently on the tender spot between her neck and shoulders, I felt her pulse jump almost erratically in response. Instantaneously her body tensed, stiff as a board and her breathing had become shallow. Shit!

Slowly I forced myself away, planting a reassuring trail of kisses down her collarbone. Here I was ready to mark her for life and there she was, half frightened out of her mind. She wasn't ready. After having pushed her away so many times, of course she didn't trust my intentions. But I would fix that.

My tongue went over my lips as I neared her exposed nipple. Her fingers fisted the bed sheets, as my fingers worked their way to her climax. Moving my fingers through her wet entrance I worked till her eyes rolled to the back of her head in ecstasy.

Except, when her eyes fluttered back, they weren't the depth defying blue.

They were green...

Olive green....

I all but scramble off as reality hit me. Acutely aware of Dorothy, who only satisfied sighed and rolled over on her side. Closing her eyes, she was still heavily panting from her high.

What the fuck?

I knew you were no better than the rest of us...... little brother. I could hear my brothers voice was taunting me again. Just remembering his voice again was making my head throb with something fierce. Raking my head I had to push it aside. The hangover was making my recent memories feel fussy and any quick movements was met with making the room spin. Quickly pulled my pants back up, I looked carefully around the room as the details sink in.

What the hell happened?

I recall sneaking out of the manor just before dawn to go to Dorothy's. I'd been worried. Largely because she hadn't replied to any of my calls or texts but also because I needed to talk to her. Her eyes had been puffy with tears but that hadn't stopped her from landing a blow to my side. When she noticed it didn't affect me she had locked herself in the bathroom. I was going to try to coax her out but then the door flew open and Zeva stepped out.

But that hadn't been right, had it? Looking at Dorothy asleep on the bed, I swallowed the lump in my throat. No, that part had been wrong. The one who opened the door and stepped out couldn't have been Zeva, it had been Dorothy.

Guilt ate at me as I silently went to picked up my shirt and jacket that had been discarded by the bathroom door. Small shards of glass clinked together, a reminder of what had once been whole. I felt sick.

Not bothering to wake her to ask if I could use her bathroom, I cupped some cold running water and threw it in my face. I needed a way out of this. Avoiding the mirror, I absent mindedly focused on her makeup shelf instead. Even for a girl, the shelf was neatly arranged. Nothing high end. Some makeup, two generic perfumes, a deodorant and a small purple bottle that struck me as looking vaguely familiar.

Dorothy - "I think we should lay off the lust potion. what you say Jef... Peter?"

"You dosed me with a lust potion!?"

I blurted the words as my head snapped in her direction. Her eyes widen to the size of teacups as her hand covered her trembling lips. Her face went ghostly pale staring at me. Her heart rate increased and eyes darted towards the vial as I waved it in front of her.

Dorothy - "I don't know what ..."

"I know what this is! And I know what you are!"

Almost immediately she flinched back.

Dorothy - "But... How di-did you....?"

"Know your a medium? Lucky guess. Now answer my question?"

I snapped cutting her off from her stuttering. Then something flashed in her eyes, like a puzzle piece coming together. Her breathing evens as she raises her chin, looking almost accusing.

Dorothy - "Yes I used it. What did you expect, being what you are?"

Dorothy's heart still fluttered rapidly as she tried to hold her ground.

"So you knew...? And you thought it best to try and roofie me?!"

I growled, getting into her face. The color flushed from her cheeks as she kept her eyes strained on mine. The green in her eyes were lit ablaze, staring back at me.

Dorothy - "Better than risk you hurting me!"

"I could never hurt you."

I finally let out a sigh, bringing her hand to my face. The scent of jasmine and flowers had me move away when she tried to caress. Slowly her lips tugged at their sides as she squared her shoulders.

Dorothy - "No. You wont hurt me, Peter. You need me. You need a medium."