Chapter Twenty-Eight
"So then Oliver puts down the artifact to show off. And in the process, he knocks over this expensive ass statue. It shattered like an explosive. Just everywhere," Miles told me, raising his hands briefly to paint the image of the chaos, "You should have seen the guy's face."
I was immersed in Miles' story. We sat on a loveseat; one of many pieces of replacement furniture he had added to his previously destroyed room. I had rested my legs across his lap, tilting my head back against the sofa as I watched him with amusement.
We had been keeping each other company for hours and it only felt like minutes. I didn't need Miles' words to know something was up and I didn't need a warning to know I wasn't allowed to leave this room. I thought perhaps we were in danger, maybe of the Exodus coven or someone else. Or maybe I was in trouble for stepping out of line and completing a rescue mission by myself.
Still, Miles was back and he was safe. He was healthy, without a single mark of harm remaining on his form. And he hadn't taken my life despite the fact that I had offered it. More than that, when prompted for honesty, he admitted to avoiding a single witches' death. Even though they had captured and harmed him, he had followed my wishes. This fact didn't come without begrudged mumbling and curses of course.
"The guy would have forgiven it, but when he asked for his delivery, Oliver apparently walks up to him and gives him a random Buddha figurine. The idiot had grabbed some random object and just hands it over because he forgot what the artifact looked like," Miles gave me a blank look which only proved to set me off into a fit of laughter. "Of course you'd find his idiocy entertaining, Kat."
"You love him," I responded with amusement. "He loves you, too. He was the first one to offer to rescue you from the witches."
Miles scoffed, but didn't deny otherwise.
"I bet I can guess the first person to suggest abandoning me completely," He told me simply.
"Theo," We both stated in unison and I laughed with mirth.
"What a laugh you have," Miles purred with sudden pleasure, causing me to halt my said laughter mid-breath. A blush flooded over my skin rapidly and I looked away shyly. "Sorry. I'm not sure what to do with myself. I guess you could say you're my first." I looked back at him just as quickly.
"What do you mean?" I asked with a frown.
Miles suddenly reached for me, grasping my wrist with one hand and moving his arm behind me before pulling me to him swiftly. I gasped at his touch, feeling breathless with my body suddenly so close to his. His lips were inches from mine, but he didn't move to claim them. He watched me curiously, moving his mouth from above mine towards my jaw and lower carefully. I moved with him without thought, my body offering each part he moved towards without hesitation. And still he didn't take anything.
"I'm in love with you," Miles admitted absently as if the fact were equivalent to stating his hair was blonde or that he was a man. It startled me. I tilted my head to catch his eyes with mine and was greeted with a dangerous smile. His hand still kept my wrist in his grip, but he was stroking my skin so lightly that I knew I could pull away if I wanted. "I've had women before, but never love. So you'd be my first."
My nerves were on edge. I felt my lungs tighten with a familiar feeling, but at the same time it was altogether new. I had to push myself to respond.
"What if it's just the imprint?"
"I've felt drawn to you since the moment I touched you. I've craved you, but I never truly loved you," Miles answered thoughtfully, watching his own fingers trace my wrist slowly. He turned his eyes to mine carefully. "Not until you risked yourself to save me. Why would you do such a stupid thing? After what I did..."
"I couldn't leave you," I said breathlessly.
"You couldn't let your precious little witches get killed, either. Even knowing what they planned to do with you. I'm convinced there's something wrong with you." Miles gave me one of his smug looks and I rolled my eyes.
"You have a strange way of showing your love; calling me stupid and saying something is wrong with me," I pouted visibly.
"Oh, I'm sorry. Am I not as romantic as Levi? Or as fun as Oliver? Or maybe I should write songs inspired by you like Theo? How do you prefer to be worshipped, Katia?" Miles mocked me, causing a responding blush to heat my skin.
"You're an ass," I stated firmly, but despite my words I didn't pull away from him. There was something exciting in sparring with Miles and having his entire attention as I did at the moment.
"I won't deny that," Miles answered with amusement before his expression turned thoughtful. His eyes traced over my face slowly, landing on my lips and further down my throat. He lifted my wrist to his lips, brushing them over my skin carefully. The burst of light under his touch increased, causing a small gasp to escape me. He lifted his lips curiously.
"Our touch feeds you. That's what Seb said," Miles addressed me slowly, "The light; it gives you pleasure, right?" The question embarrassed me for some reason, sending heat over me once again. I had known all along that their touch brought about the addicting warmth that sent my mind floating, but I'd never outright told them so. I nodded mutely in response to his question.
Miles turned to kiss my wrist again, hesitating momentarily.
"You can tell me to stop at any time. I will."
My words were lost as I held myself tense in his arms. When I didn't answer, he continued to brush his lips over my skin almost teasingly. His touch was like a drug, sending a bright warmth over me alluringly. He watched the responding light that burst under his touch and the unintelligible words scrawling under that. He listened for my responses and when hearing my own breath hitch, he'd brush his lips over the same spot again expertly.
Miles lips moved further up my arm until he had pulled me to him entirely. I leaned my head back as he reached my shoulder, revealing my throat to him vulnerably. He lifted his head briefly, almost puzzled by my reaction, but then immediately aimed his heated kisses over my bared throat. I lost my breath as my body throbbed in his arms, excited by the danger.
I felt the sudden brush of fangs on the flesh of my throat and whimpered with a sudden dark desire. Miles paused, lifting his mouth from my skin before inhaling my scent curiously. And then he growled pleasurably.
"So that's what you want, naughty Kat," His voice low and husky.
"Please," I whimpered quietly, unsure of what it was I was asking for. Miles didn't need to be asked twice. He leaned forward, kissing my throat once more before shifting over it rapidly. And then he parted his lips, taking me between his teeth. His fangs broke my flesh easily as he bit into me sweetly, sending a fire of pleasure throughout me. I gasped, reaching for him against me.
Miles didn't feed from me. It must have taken an amazing amount of restraint not to do so, even as my blood beaded over his lips temptingly. But he released his bite as I squirmed under him, my body throbbing from the pleasure he had given me. His lips continued over my skin, brushing over my throat once again before lowering over my chest.
As his kisses moved, I moved with him. I bared my flesh to him, continuing to offer myself with heated desire pulsing throughout me. I was lowered onto the sofa under him, panting as he pulled my clothing from me. I didn't protest as his touch found my breasts, squeezing them adoringly before placing his own kiss over them.
Miles parted his lips again, his hot breath on my left breast just before he bit into me. I yelped with fiery surprise, an amazing amount of ecstasy rocking throughout me in response. Without knowing it, I had grasped for him again and he had easily caught my hand in his grip. He lifted his fangs from me only to bury them into my forearm immediately afterward.
My flesh was on fire, burning with absolute euphoria. His fangs brought the luminescence to the surface of my skin with ease, brightening it with each new bite. I was throbbing under his touch as he moved his lips lower. He spread my legs easily, running his lips almost eagerly over my inner thigh. I cried out before he even bit me and then threw my head back as his fangs burrowed into my thigh passionately.
"Do you want me to stop?" Miles growled, releasing me reluctantly. He stood back on his knees, huffing above me with blood lining his lips. He looked wild and dangerous as he watched me squirm before him.
I shook my head and answered breathlessly, "No."
He abruptly reached for me, twisting me around so that I was on my stomach before he began to run his lips over the back of my legs hungrily. I closed my eyes, gasping when I felt another of his pleasurable bites take me. His hands moved over my thighs and then my bottom, squeezing and then spreading me before him. I squirmed unintentionally in his grasp, throbbing with need and anticipation as he shifted over me.
Miles was suddenly pushing into me firmly, a low growl rumbling in his chest appreciatively. I muffled my own moan as I pushed my face into the fabric of the sofa, grasping at it desperately. I felt him move against me luxuriously, driving deep pleasure into me and uninhibited cries from me. Then he moved over me, twisting his arms under me to pull me to him greedily.
I lifted within his embrace, leaning back against him as he continued to take me completely. I grasped at his arms desperately and then lifted my hand to grip at his hair. I twisted against him, turning my head to find his lips already seeking mine out as well. I lost my breath as his mouth claimed mine hungrily and his hips rocked into mine powerfully.
Miles lifted a hand to grasp my jaw firmly before breaking the kiss and striking my shoulder purposely. His fangs buried into my flesh and I cried out as my body exploded with ecstasy against him. He followed close behind me, moaning as he lost himself within me.
I felt if he released me I might just fall uselessly to the Earth below me, but Miles kept me held tight to him protectively. He turned me until I was facing him completely and then ran his lips over mine briefly, pulling away to run his finger over my lips adoringly. And then he lowered me onto the surface of the sofa, intending to take me as his again.
Miles had confessed his love to me. I knew I loved him as well. This was how I had wanted him; warm and vulnerable. So I didn't tell him to stop and I never would.
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Music: Misery by Gwen Stefani
Sorry it took a bit to update, but I did warn you guys! I've almost got everything settled with my move and it was my birthday four days ago :P I think I've been celebrating for an entire week now with lots of vodka and cheesecake.
I know this is a short update, but it's better than nothing. I haven't done my laundry for like a month, so yeah the amount of patience you guys have left is probably the same amount of clean underwear I have. Liek three days worth if you don't count the granny panties, right? :P Thanks for waiting!
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