Epilogue

Silas

"We camein here to get clean." Juliet laughs, a throaty moan escaping her as her thighs squeeze my hips.

"One last fuck as a human," I murmur against her ear. "I couldn"t resist."

Hot water cascades down over us as I fuck her against the tiled wall, pooling in all the places our bodies are joined. Juliet writhes and moans, her breasts rising and falling rapidly against my chest. She's right, we came in here to clean up and get ready for what's about to happen, but having her wet and slippery right in front of me, there was no way I was going to pass up this chance.

She cries out, her fingers digging into my shoulders as she comes. I grit my teeth, holding off because I'm nowhere near done with her yet. I wait for her to calm down a little, sliding in and out of her pulsing pussy, before withdrawing from her, putting her down on shaky feet and bending her over in front of me.

She whimpers as I plunge back into her, her hands braced against the wall. I fuck her slowly, one hand tangled in her hair, watching my cock slip in and out of her.

"Harder," she pleads. "Please, harder."

"Oh, you can beg so much better than that. Come on, little whore, tell me exactly what you need."

"I need you to fuck me harder." She inhales sharply as I yank her head back.

"Is that the best you can do? Dirty slut, you usually beg so nice for my cock."

"Please Silas," she says with a groan, her hands flexing on the wall. "I need you to fuck me harder. I want to come again."

I pull out of her, stroking my pierced tip against her clit, and she lets out a high-pitched gasp. "Oh, you like that do you?"

"Y-yes." Her legs begin to tremble.

"Is this what my filthy girl needs to get off?"

"Yeah." She moans loudly, her toes curling and her legs shaking so hard she's having trouble staying upright.

"Don't you dare come without my cock inside you."

She whimpers again, making a sound almost like a sob. Her body goes tense as she tries to hold off, as she tries to control the urge that's aching to break through her shivering body.

"Such an obedient little slut." I know my words are threatening to send her over the edge, but I'm enjoying this game too much. I push two fingers inside her, and her cunt is so tight I have to bite back a groan. A gentle pulse grips at my fingers, and I smack her ass hard. She moans loudly.

"I told you not to come."

She shakes her head against her arms. "I'm not, I'm not. Oh god, Silas, please."

I pull on her hair, harder this time, yanking her head back so I can see her rosy lips parted as she pants, her eyes clenched shut and brows drawn together as she tries to maintain control of herself.

"Tell me what you need, little whore."

"I need your cock inside me. I want your cum inside me. Please. Please."

I shove into her, biting open my wrist and coating her ass in my blood, which runs down her legs in crimson rivulets. I push two fingers into her ass and she screams. I fuck both her holes hard, unrelenting thrusts that don't ease off as she pulsates and I press my fingers against her core. She's scrambling against the wall, desperate to escape me but panting for more.

I pull out of her pussy just as my own climax peaks, my balls drawing up tight as I push my blood-soaked cock into her ass. She doesn't tense, but goes floppy like a rag doll, sagging down so I have to hold her by her hips as I spill inside her ass.

She's whimpering, murmuring my name, and I gently put my arms around her waist so her back is against my chest. My cock is still inside her, and I hold her there for a while, waiting for those perfect flutterings to stop. When I finally pull out of her and start to wash her down, she looks almost drunk. She smiles sleepily at me.

"Well, for a last fuck as a human that sure was a good one." Her face becomes uncertain for a moment. "It'll still feel good, right? I mean, you'll still want me the same, as a vamp?"

I roll my eyes as I wash blood from her stomach. "Oh my god, Jules, are you kidding me?"

"I just want it to be as good as it is now."

I sigh as I meet her eyes. "It will be, it'll be even better."

"Can I - I mean, do vamps bite each other?"

I kiss her jaw, and she shivers. "That's an extremely intimate thing that's only done with someone you love." I nibble on her earlobe. "It's extremely pleasurable for both parties."

"Well, that sounds like fun." She wraps her arms around my waist. "I'm ready now."

"OK. Let's get you dried off and comfortable."

We'd discussed this a lot over the past year. After our arrival in Philadelphia, the world had slowly begun to rebuild. Within three months, the numbers of the Afflicted had dwindled almost to nothing, as the virus that robbed them of the ability to gather strength from blood left them as nothing but starving corpses.

I worked with Dr. Harris at the lab, and the advances his team was making in vaccines were incredible. The synthetic blood alternative had been perfected within 6 months, meaning vampires no longer relied on humans, and that was when the world really started to come back to life. The city around us started to feel like a city again, and Juliet was happy teaching art when the local elementary school reopened.

But the discussions around our future were a little more difficult to navigate. Juliet's period never returned, and an examination told us that the years of depo shots, far beyond what was medically advisable, would make conception extremely difficult. It was a problem many were facing, yet another horrific mismanagement of the vamps in the preservation centers.

For Juliet, it was made even more difficult by the fact that she had a vampire partner. Even with a human, it could potentially take her years to conceive. With me, it was virtually impossible. Juliet struggled with this revelation for a few weeks, and I was unsure how to comfort her through it. All I wanted was a future with her, and if that included a child she desperately desired, I wanted to give her that.

But then one day, she began to ask about being turned. I talked her through it, over and over, until she began to become comfortable with the idea. She finally accepted that it wouldn't make her a monster, wouldn't change her at any fundamental level, it would just mean we'd be together forever.

She talked to Gina about it, who'd been moved into the same building as us after Juliet had put in a special request. Gina was surprisingly supportive. Like any mother, or someone who was close enough to being one, she simply wanted Juliet to be happy. That was the final piece of the puzzle, and Juliet told me she wanted to do it. We decided tonight, our first wedding anniversary, was the perfect night to start our new life together.

By the time we're back in the bedroom and on our enormous bed, she's wide-eyed and shaking. She lies down, biting her lower lip and gazing at me uncertainly.

"Now remember, angel, this won't hurt," I tell her, stroking her cheek. I'm a little nervous myself. I've never done this before, I'm running on sheer instinct to know when to stop. But I have to trust myself, and show her she can trust me too. "It'll be like falling asleep. You'll be all groggy, and then you'll wake up feeling like you can lift a lorry."

"A what?" She asks with a sweet little frown.

"A truck, angel."

"Oh." She swallows hard. "Am I going to get jacked like you?"

I laugh softly. "I doubt it."

"Maybe it'll all just go to my ass." She holds her hands up, a foot apart. "I always wanted a dump truck ass. I mean, is that like a request we can make?"

"You're nervous."

"Yeah." She sucks in a breath. "Just a little."

I chuckle softly and kiss her, stroking my fingers through her silky hair. "It'll be alright. I promise."

She inhales deeply, then nods. "OK. I'm ready."

I kiss her again, one last human kiss, then lower my mouth to her throat. "I love you, angel."

"I love you, too." She places hesitant shaking hands on my shoulders.

Her fingers dig in for a split second as I strike, her body reacting to the venom as it always does. She pants and moans, raking her fingers through my hair. I drink her blood down, more and more, hot and sweet as it runs down my throat.

She starts to go quiet, her body soft. Her hands lay on my back lightly, until one drops down, then the other. Her breathing is shallow. Her heartbeat slows until it's barely audible.

I pull back, tearing open my wrist and pressing it to her mouth.

"Drink, angel."

Her tongue traces along my veins, slowly, her eyes rolling back in her head. Another stroke of her tongue, and her throat bobs as she swallows. Her mouth cups the wound, and she begins to suck.

"That's it, angel."

Oh god, I wasn't expecting it to feel this fucking good. I grit my teeth, grinding my hardening cock against the bed. Fuck, what she does to me.

She lifts a hand, curling it around my arm and pressing me harder against her mouth. I can feel fangs now, scraping against my flesh. Her eyes fly open, and I'm looking into the warmest pair of chocolate brown eyes I've ever seen in my life, laced with flecks of fiery scarlet, as though they're made of flame.

She moans, the sound vibrating against my skin. She's rocking herself against my thigh, both of us hot and sweating. Suddenly she releases my arm, throwing her head back, blood trickling from the corners of her open mouth. Her fangs are bared to me, two dainty white points between her rosy lips.

"Oh fuck," she drawls. "Oh my god."

"How do you feel, angel?"

"Amazing." She gazes around the room, her eyes darting from place to place as she notices all the tiny details her human eyes missed. "I feel like I'm brand new." She lifts a hand, turning it back and forth in front of her. "Everything feels… different. Good."

"You look so beautiful." I lean down to kiss her, and she makes a small, happy sound as our lips meet. Her fangs nick me, and I groan.

She pulls back quickly. "Shit, did I hurt you?"

I can't help but laugh. "Remember what it feels like when I bite you?"

"Oh." She gives me a smug smile. "It felt good?"

"So good." I stroke her cheek. "What do you need right now? Blood? Are you thirsty?"

She eyes me hungrily, licking her lips. " No, I just need you." She flips me onto my back and straddles me. "Three days, huh?"

Christ she's strong. I laugh as I gaze up at her, my wild, filthy, sinful girl. "Three days?"

"That's how long you said you and Margot fucked when you were turned." She looks down at me with those fiery eyes, and grins, probing the tip of one of her new fangs with her tongue. "And it's a record I'd like to break."

We fuck for five.