One Big Happy Family

Chapter 13: Drogo's Lover (Mature!)

** The following chapter contains sexually explicit language and material.  It is recommended for mature audiences only. **

"You remind me of her," Drogo whispered, brushing a long lock of dark hair off of the girl's bare shoulder.

"What was she like?" The girl asked in a tremulous voice.

Drogo turned onto his back and stared at the ceiling. The girl placed her head on his chest. She ran a hand lightly over his pale skin, tracing the outline of his well-defined muscles with her fingertips.

"Sophie was... different," Drogo murmured. "She was very smart, independent, brave... advanced for society's expectations of women."

The girl raised her face up and watched his mouth move as he spoke. His lips were full and sensual. She couldn't help but feel a wave of heat pass through her belly when she looked at his handsome face. Why did he have to be one of those creatures? Things could have been so different if he were just a normal human.

"Do I look like her?" She asked, propping herself up on one elbow, her chestnut tresses cascading down her back.

Drogo gazed at her sideways. "A bit. She had brown hair, like you... but her eyes were a lot darker."

He idly ran a finger down the girl's neck and collarbone until he reached one of her breasts. He lingered there, circling over it, teasing her nipple until it puckered. She let out a sigh of pleasure. There was no denying the fact that Drogo knew exactly how to arouse her... against her better judgment.

He obviously knew what she was thinking, because he grinned mischievously.

"You can't help it, can you?" He asked, gruffly. "You like it... as much as you're trying to fight it."

The girl pulled away and drew the thin blanket up to her chin, covering herself up.

"Sometimes you are so cocky," she said, narrowing her eyes.

"You don't say," Drogo arched an eyebrow and chuckled. "And I believe you like that... too," he snatched the blanket and pulled it back down, exposing her full breasts. He then licked his lips, without touching her. His amber eyes darkened as he slowly scrutinized her nakedness.

"Stop that," she scolded him. She sat up and tried to get out of bed, but he grabbed her arm and held her back.

"Don't leave me in this state," he said huskily. "You know what you do to me..."

"Drogo... I can't keep going on like this," she shook her head despondently.

He ran his hand up and down her back, making her shiver. "Why not? You seem to enjoy it... every time it happens," he murmured seductively.

"That's not the point," she sighed. "You keep feeding on me... I know it's making you stronger. That's why you're keeping me trapped in here, isn't it?" She turned and faced him, her eyes full of accusation. "That's why we end up in bed... each time you visit."

"It's not the only reason," Drogo argued. "But you're right... drinking your blood is like ingesting an elixir made by the gods. It's... intoxicating." He tilted his head to one side, keeping his amber eyes on her face. "You are so beautiful."

"Don't use that cheap flattery on me," she scowled. "I'm not one of your silly little playthings."

Drogo laughed. "Hmmm... but you are... my little thing." He pulled her back into bed and embraced her tightly, nuzzling her neck. "And you like it when I call you that," he said gruffly as he explored her skin with his lips. "You can deny it all you want... but I know you."