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All That I Am

By: kitten7315
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Rating: Adult ++
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Chapter 19

Authors Notes: Special thanks to my beta and muse Rebecca. Feedback is greatly appreciated


Chapter 19


The Traveler was at least 6’5” with hair of sun kissed wheat that lay gently on his shoulders. His eyes were the colors of the Mediterranean with its deep clear blue green hues sparkling with amusement, and his body was sculpted like that of the Greek gods of his time.

The Traveler approached me with a smile stretching those lush lips, and my heart was in peril of stopping its flow of life-giving blood. I never noticed that I was backing away from him, until my back and head connected to the stone wall with a thud. The Traveler’s smile turned to laughter. “There is no need to be afraid of me, Anita. Do you find my body truly hideous?”

“You know your body is nowhere near hideous. If you got anymore gorgeous I would have to mount you on my wall,” I told him, with a roll of my eyes. A look of pure male arrogance claimed his face at my statement. The Traveler bent at the waist and kissed my neck gently. I felt him briefly flick his tongue on my skin, no doubt tasting the blood coating it, before he offered up his own as greeting. I returned the greeting … without the tongue.

“You’re early. We weren’t expecting you until later,” I told him, skirting around him, moving towards Jean-Claude, trying to put distance between us.

“My plans fell together more quickly than I expected,” he said with amusement, while resuming his seat. “You and Jean-Claude have grown very powerful. It makes me glad I accepted your offer of friendship. I don’t think I would like to be your enemy. I rather like my blood in me and not on you,” he said, gesturing to my blood covered clothes.

Jean-Claude frowned down at me. “Yeah, I know, I was on my way to clean up,” I told him, cutting him off from what he was going to say.

“We shall await here for your return,” Jean-Claude said, gently pushing me towards the bedroom. I entered the bedroom to find Asher, naked, gliding into the bathroom. Asher tossed his hair away from his face, cocked an eyebrow, and looked me up and down with a questioning glance. Asher had regained his confidence and loved to show off his beautiful face.

I placed my hands on my hips and gave him a “I dare you to say anything” look. This brought a smile to Asher’s face. He came towards me and started to gently peel off my bloody clothes as he was guiding me into the bathroom, into a hot steamy shower.

The water sliced clean trails down my body where the blood had begun to dry. I felt Asher come up behind me, putting shampoo in my hair. He gathered up my hair and began to lather it, messaging my scalp in the process. My head dropped back slightly, enjoying the pressure of his fingers on my scalp. After a few minutes, he turned me around and let the water rinse away the shampoo. I closed my eyes, letting the feeling of pleasure wash over me. After my hair was rinsed, he massaged in the conditioner. While it was sitting, Asher picked up some soap that smelled of night Jasmine and began washing away all the signs of battle. My body tightened and immediately responded to Asher’s hands caressing and cleansing every inch of my aching body.

I wanted Asher with a strong desperation that caused my body to shake with need, because my thirst was that strong. I leaned back into Asher rubbing my soapy body against his, wanting completion. Asher brought his arms around me and held me fast against him.

“Please, ma cherie,” Asher said with a husky voice, “We must not. There are guests waiting. There is time for this later.”

“But I need you now, Asher,” I told him, pressing myself closer to him, feeling his need for me. Asher growled deep in his throat, turned me quickly, lifting me up and was inside of me before I could take my next breath. I wrapped my legs around his waist, wanting to draw him deeper inside. I looked into his eyes, that were glowing pale blue ice and saw his love for me shine through. My vampire lover watched my face as he pumped himself in and out of me, watching for my surrender.

I felt Jean-Claude spill through me, knowing he felt our need as if it were his own. I felt him smile and withdraw reluctantly, but held open a small part of himself so could feed off the sexual energy Asher and I were building. I latched onto that connection and fed it willingly. I felt my eyes take on Jean-Claude’s glowing color as I gazed back at Asher.

Our passions built with each stroke exchanging it between us. The most amazing feeling of love and security surrounded us. “Please Asher,” I begged. I tossed my head to the side exposing my neck to him. Asher took the offering of life I gave and, in return, gave my body fulfillment of animalistic pleasure.

“Anita!” Asher shouted, throwing his head back as he filled me with his seed. I laid my head on his chest and closed my eyes, savoring all the aftershocks of our lovemaking.

I returned to Jean-Claude and The Traveler when I finished dressing and arming myself. They were in a deep conversation, not acknowledging my presence.

“This Alexander is not one to underestimate. I will lend all the help I can,” The Traveler stated gravely.

“We will take any help we can get.” I replied to him.

Jean-Claude and The Traveler’s eyes snapped to me with mirrored expressions of surprise. I took an automatic step back with my hand dancing over the butt of my Browning. The Traveler’s eyes changed from the look of surprise to concern. “I did not sense your approach,” he said, frowning.

“I didn’t mean to surprise you. I thought you heard me come in,” I told him. Now it was my turn to be concerned. It was almost impossible to sneak up on a vamp as old as Jean-Claude, let alone one as old as The Traveler.

“It is one of your new powers I sensed,” Aita said, appearing in the room. “You seem to be able to hide your presence from the undead.” Aita looked over toward where Jean-Claude and The Traveler were sitting. She stared intently at The Traveler and began a rapid conversation in a language that I did not recognize. I looked at Jean-Claude and we both exchanged a questioning look.

TBC

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