Sins of the Father

Chapter 4





I pulled into my driveway and Jameson parked behind me. He opened my car door for me, took my messenger bag and jacket, and escorted me to the front door. As we approached my porch I saw another bouquet of flowers sitting on my doormat.

Jameson looked down at them in confusion then turned to me. “Secret admirer?” he asked with a dry chuckle.

I shook my head and picked up the vase of white roses. I pulled out the small card and quickly scanned it for a name. Once I saw Jesse’s name written at the bottom, I sighed, crumpled the card in my hand and unlocked my door.

“It’s from Jesse,” I said with a sigh as we walked in and I locked the door behind us. “You remember my psycho stalker ex-boyfriend, don’t you?”

Jameson’s eyes narrowed in anger and he growled lowly.

“Yeah, thought so,” I said tiredly. “Would you mind throwing these away in the trashcan out in the garage?”

He silently nodded his head, took the flowers from me and kissed me quickly on the lips before leaving to complete his task.

“Styvi Nix,” I whistled aloud and watched as she happily ran down the stairs and into my awaiting arms. “I missed you so much today,” I said as I nuzzled her neck for a few moments before setting her down.

Jameson watched from the doorway of the kitchen, his arms folded over his chest, with an amused smile on his face, and a bottle of red wine clutched in one fist.

“What?” I asked smiling as I walked up to him. “What’s so amusing?”

He picked me up, threw me over his shoulder and flashed up the stairs to my room. He gently threw me down on the bed and shut my bedroom door. I sat up and bit my bottom lip in anticipation.

He set the bottle of red wine down on the nightstand and offered the bottle opener from his back pocket. “Open,” he commanded deeply with a sexy cock of his eyebrow.

“Mmm…yes, sir,” I moaned playfully and laughed.

He growled and walked over to my stereo. I twisted the corkscrew into the wine bottle and watched as Jameson quickly flipped through my CD book. He selected a disc and put it into my player. I pulled the cork out as the song started. Nine Inch Nails’ ‘Piggy’ was playing and I bit my bottom lip as Jameson prowled up to me and took the bottle of wine from my hands. He took a big swig out of the bottle and encouraged me to do the same.

I wrapped my full lips around the end of the bottle, tilted it up, and took in a mouthful of the sweet, dry liquid. I swallowed and seductively licked my lips, never taking my eyes off of Jameson. I put the bottle of wine down on the nightstand, held my hand out to him and beckoned him to me.

He silently obeyed and sat down next to me on the bed, our backs to the headboard. He was quiet for a long while before he spoke. “I haven’t done this in a long time, Skye.”

I looked at him and nodded my head in understanding. I quickly undid the buckles on my boots and kicked them off. “I haven’t either,” I said as I got up on my knees, crawled up to him and straddled his lap.

Jameson gripped my hips with his hands as he stared hungrily into my eyes. I ran my fingers lightly through his silky, shoulder length hair and bent my head down to kiss his parted lips. He eagerly responded and kissed me passionately, completely. I felt a sudden burst of butterflies and my lower abdomen tightened as my nipples hardened with need. I ground my lap into his as a soft, demanding moan escaped me.

Jameson growled and grabbed the back of my head, pulling me closer to him as he deepened our kiss. I wrapped my arms around his neck and grabbed a fistful of hair, pulling his head away from mine. I looked deeply into his eyes before lowering my head to his neck and slowly slid my tongue up the length of his pulsing vein there.

Jameson gasped and flipped me over using vampire speed. Suddenly, I was on my back, sprawled out on the bed facing the ceiling, as Jameson hovered a mere inch above me. “Be careful, love,” Jameson growled as he ground his hips into mine, a seductive grin on his face. “You’re playing with fire.”

Right at this moment, I needed Jameson like I needed air to breath. I fiercely wanted him. I again grabbed his hair and roughly pulled his head to the side. “Burn me, Jameson,” I begged as I licked his slowly throbbing vein again and gently bit his neck.

He grunted and growled with need. His hands became a flurry of movement upon my body and I bit his neck harder. Jameson tore his neck away from my mouth and looked down at me, his chest heaving rapidly. His fangs were out and the color had started to fade from his light green eyes. He was struggling to gain control over himself and I allowed him a quick moment.

I cautiously reached up and touched my index finger to his long, right fang. He quickly turned away and hid his face. “Jameson,” I pleaded with him delicately. “You don’t have to hide who you are from me.” I gently turned his face back to mine and softly kissed his bottom lip. I inched my way up and leisurely kissed his top lip. When he didn’t turn away, I slowly licked up the length of his right fang, curling my tongue around it on the way down.

He whimpered softly and his breathing became even faster. I gently ran my fingers through his hair as I ran my tongue softly up the length of his left fang. That seemed to undo the hasty wall that he had put up a few moments ago and he again kissed me roughly, deeply. I grabbed onto his firm buttocks and pulled him tighter to me. I kissed him furiously and passionately. My hormones had been crazy out of control for over a week and I was bound and determined to have Jameson scratch my proverbial itch tonight.

I deliberately pierced the tip of my tongue on one of Jameson’s fangs and watched him closely for a reaction. Jameson’s eyes flew open and he growled with desperate need as he captured my tongue between his lips and slowly, sensually sucked on it. His hips moved in a slow bump and grind against me as I moaned into his mouth.

His hands were suddenly cupping my bare breasts and I realized that I was no longer wearing my top. I gently pulled my tongue out of his mouth and turned my head to the right. My new bustier was hanging tattered and torn off the top of my lampshade and I laughed as he hungrily found my mouth again.

Jameson devoured every drop of blood from my tongue as he quickly tore his button from his pants and ripped my tights from my waist. I helped him push his pants down his hips as he tore the rest of my stockings from my legs.

“God, I need you, Skye,” he suddenly cried out. He used his vampire speed once again to reposition us sitting up, nose to nose. I was back straddling his waist; my PVC skirt pushed up to my bellybutton, as he grabbed my bare, naked ass in his hands and angled my hips to enter me.

“Please,” I begged quickly, my skin alight with the flames of intense longing and need. “I can’t take it anymore. I need you inside of me, Jameson…now.”

I threw my head back and gasped as he quickly drove his impressive length into me. I climaxed immediately as I rode him hard, my arms wrapped around his neck, fusing the length of my body to his. When the first wave of pleasure died down, I looked passionately into his eyes as I kissed his mouth and licked his fangs. His gorgeous light green eyes started draining of their color again and I turned my neck to the side, offering him my blood.

“Are you sure, love?” he asked unsteadily, his hips rolling feverishly to meet mine, never missing a beat.

“I’ve never wanted anything more in my life,” I whispered as I put my neck to his lips and ground my lap harder against his.

I felt a quick, painful pinch, before a sudden overwhelming wave of ecstasy overtook me and I screamed out my intense pleasure to the heavens. I came hard as Jameson sucked at my neck; each pull from my vein sending another wave of pleasure crashing over me. I orgasmed multiple times as he slowly fed from me while making furious, fervent love to my body. Never in my life had I experienced something so deliciously powerful.

His thrusts became harder, faster and he leaned forward, laying me on my back as he took over. He finally took his fangs out of my neck with a deep, guttural moan and eagerly drove his thick member into me harder and faster than ever. He was so deep inside me, touching me where no man had ever touched me before. His breathing got faster and faster, and he started to grunt with each thrust. I knew he was close to his peak so I lifted my head up and softly moaned in his ear. “Come for me, Jameson,” I said before I moved my attention to his neck and gently licked on the spot that his pulsing vein occupied.

I moaned as Jameson thrust one last time deep into me and cried out his pleasure while filling me.

I lay on my back, clutching Jameson to me, as I lazily floated on a sea of contentment for the next few minutes. The blissful high from his bite was starting to wear off as he rolled onto his back and pulled me to his chest.

“Are you okay, my love?” he asked me tenderly, kissing my forehead.

“Mm-hm,” I mumbled, lazily opening my eyes and looking up into his. “That was perfect…absolutely perfect. I didn’t know sex could be like that.”

Jameson chuckled and lifted my chin, looking deep into my eyes. “It isn’t always like that, Skye,” he said gently, explaining. “What we shared tonight was immensely intimate and special to me.”

Our lovemaking had been special to me as well. I had never felt anything so intensely before. But, I wanted to know why it was so special for him. “Why?” I asked him in a whisper. “Why was it so special?”

Jameson cupped my cheek in his hand and softly kissed my lips. “I took your life blood as I made love to you, Skye,” he said in between small kisses. “I took a piece of you into me as you shared yourself with me completely.” He placed his hand between my breasts, over my heart and closed his eyes as he listened to it beat. “I can feel you inside of me, my love. Your blood warms my heart. I can feel your very essence pumping through my veins, fusing together with my own.” He opened his eyes and smiled. “I feel you everywhere.”

I felt a blush spread across my cheeks as Jameson leaned over and quickly licked a spot of blood from my neck. His tongue was so soft and I shivered with excitement at the intense memory of his fangs sliding into me.

“Will your bite mark heal?” I asked, suddenly concerned with having two holes in my neck that were visible to everyone.

“Oh,” he said playfully with a wag of his eyebrows. “I plan to heal you, my love.”

He rolled on top of me again, and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him in for a long kiss. When we finally parted, I had worked up the nerve to ask him what was on my mind. “So, what does this mean, Jameson, now that you’ve had my blood?”

He looked deeply into my eyes and cupped my face with one strong hand. “It means that you are mine and I am yours, if that’s okay,” he said with a gentle kiss. “Is that okay?” he asked tentatively.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and answered him with a deep, loving kiss. We spent the next few hours showing each other just how much we cared for one another.