23. Teresa

Teresa

S ince it was Sunday, I encouraged Flora to stick to her Sunday routine of ordering Thai food and watching Buffy the Vampire Slayer . I did it to keep her calm though, not because I wanted to know more about the mysterious Angel who kept showing up to warn Buffy about danger.

We sat on the couch while we watched the show, but unlike last weekend we sat side by side instead of having a cushion between us. After a while, Flora scooted a little closer, laying her head on my shoulder. My vampire sighed happily.

“Is this okay?” she asked.

“Yes.”

I really wanted to tell her that I would gladly sit in this exact spot for the rest of my life with her cuddled up against me, but I didn’t want to put more pressure on either of us. The news about Jacob Shapiro’s animosity for her had thrown Flora for a loop even more than the attempts on her life.

Something about this didn’t make sense. With their age difference and lack of contact over the years, it wasn’t immediately obvious why he would have so much animosity towards my mate. It was a puzzle, but I loved a puzzle. And so did my team.

Flora shifted, her small hand coming to my thigh, and I stifled a groan. I knew we shouldn’t have sex again, but I was dying to. My vampire had been pushing me about it nonstop, demanding that I throw caution to the winds and take what was mine, and for once the human side of me was in complete agreement.

When that hand slid between my thighs, I didn’t protest, I just opened my legs enough to allow Flora to run her fingers upward. When her pinkie pressed against my mound, she looked up at me, her eyes wide in question. I nodded in assent, and she twisted her wrist and began to stroke me over the fabric of my pants.

“Flora,” I groaned out her name as I scooted down on the couch enough to widen my legs.

“You know what I’d really like right now?” she asked.

I just looked at her, unable to form words knowing that she was stroking my pussy. Even through the fabric of my clothing her fingers singed me with heat.

“I’d like to get you out of these clothes, then I want to suck on your tits while I fuck you with my fingers until you come all over my hand.”

My mouth dropped open and arousal flooded my core at her words.

“I had no idea you were a dirty talker, mate.”

“Just wait,” she promised.

Her hands went to my waistband, unzipping my pants. I lifted my hips, allowing her to remove my pants and underwear, taking my socks with them.

“Lose the shirt,” she ordered.

I pulled my tank top off, then struggled for a second to remove my sports bra in my eagerness. Once I was fully naked on the couch, Flora took her sweet time looking me over from head to toe.

“You’re so beautiful,” she whispered. “The perfect combination of lean muscle and womanly curves.”

She knelt on the cushion, leaning forward to give me a kiss. Happy to let her take the lead, I relaxed into the sensation of her soft hands sliding over my shoulders and down to my breasts.

Her fingers circled my breasts, following the line of my areolas until I was ready to beg her to quit messing around a pinch my nipples. As if she heard me, Flora grabbed a nipple between her fingers and gave it a firm pinch that practically made me levitate off the couch.

She pulled away and slid down until her mouth replaced her fingers. I pressed her head closer as she suckled me, her tongue teasing the edges of my nipples in between leaving little bites. It was the perfect combination of pain and pleasure.

Flora’s hand moved down my body slowly, stroking the soft skin of my flat belly.

“You have soft skin for someone who doesn’t believe in moisturizer,” she teased.

“It’s the nutrients in the blood I drink.”

It was quite possibly the least romantic thing I’d said in my entire life, but Flora didn’t seem to mind. She chuckled against my breast before moving to take the other one in her mouth.

By the time her hand reached the outer edges of my pussy I was wound up tight from anticipation. Who knew that this sweet little princess was going to be such a tease? Her fingers moved up and down the outside, stroking my labia several times before she finally slipped inside.

“You’re so wet already,” she said. “Is that for me?”

“For you,” I agreed, past the point of constructing full sentences.

“Naughty girl,” she teased, playfully smacking my pussy.

“Not my fault you fell asleep last night. I’ve been wet ever since.”

I gasped as she started sliding her fingers up and down my channel, circling my opening at one end and tapping my clit at the other. The combination of what she was doing with her fingers and the way her mouth was teasing my breasts was exquisite.

My fangs pressed against my lips, my vamp pushing me to bite our mate and mark her as ours even while I reminded my demon side we needed to wait. It was one of the last cogent thoughts I had for a while.

I’d always enjoyed sex, with both men and women, but never once had the physical act been so transcendent that my mind shut down. Right now the building could blow up around me and I wouldn’t even notice it. I had a vague thought that this was a problem, but I was too focused on what was happening with my mate to remember why.

Flora slid a finger into my opening, then added another one. Her hand turned so that she could tease my clitoris with her thumb. In and out, she set a steady pace as she fucked me with her fingers, her thumb pushing against my clit with every stroke. My hips rolled up, chasing her fingers and seeking more pressure.

Her teeth snagged on the skin of my breast, a few inches above the nipple, and then she was biting me. My vampire crowed with joy at our mate marking us, even if her human teeth couldn’t make anything permanent on our skin.

“Flora! Mate!”

My entire body felt like I’d touched a live wire, zings of electricity humming through my nerves and filling my veins with heat and pleasure. My breath was coming in rapid bursts, and my heart was pounding so hard I almost felt dizzy. I dug my fingers into the couch, searching for a way to remain a little bit grounded.

“Let go,” Flora growled against my breast. “Come for me. Now.”

Somehow that was all I needed to let go. My eyes closed as I growled, “Mate!”

Then my body was shaking wildly, waves of pleasure rolling through me, rocking me to the very core. When I finally came down, my body felt boneless, replaced only with the warm pleasure of being with my mate.

When I looked up at the TV, Buffy was just learning that the mysterious older guy she had a crush on was really a vampire. I stared at Angel’s bumpy forehead and jagged teeth, glad that vampires didn’t really look that unattractive when we released our beasts.

Flora shifted to straddle my lap, her mouth crashing down on mine as she started rubbing her groin against my thighs, trying to get herself off. I was too exhausted and sated from my orgasm to do much to help, but I forced myself to slide my hands down the back of her yoga pants, cupping her ass to grind her down harder until Flora screamed her own release and collapsed on top of me, her head resting on my shoulder.

“Wow,” she said. “This mate sex is another whole level of hot, isn’t it?”

“Yeah,” I panted. “Supposedly it only gets better with time.”

“It’s going to get better?” she said in a shocked voice. “If it gets any better it might kill me.”

“At least you’ll die happy,” I teased.

We stayed there a few minutes, Flora draped over me with her head on my shoulder, until my phone beeped, bringing me back to the present. I dug into the couch cushion where I’d hidden my phone, knife, and gun for safekeeping while we watched TV. It was a message from my boss.

Lois: Shapiro is MIA. Neighbors haven’t seen him for weeks, but we found this at the apartment.

I opened the photo attached to the text, enlarging it so I could see what it was.

“Oh my God, is that us?” Flora asked, looking down at the photo.

It was a computer monitor, the screen filled with a picture of my mate and I walking to a black town car in front of her office building.