6. Willow

Chapter 6

Iwake up in the middle of the night because it's raining even harder than before. The lightning and thunder have woken me up.

I cannot believe. What happened? Where am I?

I push my hair back on my face and lick my dry lips, trying to remember what was happening. Oh my gosh. I look around. I'm not at home and I'm in a strange bed. I'm in Bruce Bloodworth's mansion. But I don't see Bruce anywhere.

And then I spot the welcoming, ambient light of the cleaning bot. It gives me a quiet, cheerful greeting.

"Where is Bruce?" I whisper as I reach for a glass of water to gulp down.

It beeps back in response and lets me know he's next door.

"Thank you."

Then there's another roll of thunder and I leap out of the bed, my heart pounding. I can't get the idea out of my mind that being here alone is not right. The shadows in every corner give me the chills. I need to see him. I pad barefoot out of my room and make my way into the dark hallway, using moonlight through windows as my guide.

I stop at a larger door and see he put me right next to him. Should I knock? And then there's another rumble of thunder and a flash of lightning that illuminates the entire hallway. When will this storm end? I squeak and open the door and rush inside. In a moment I'm in his bed and snuggling as close to him as I can.

His eyes blink open. "Willow?"

"It's cold in here. Sorry the storm really scares me. And I'm all alone in that room in this house. I still think it's a little spooky at night please don't make me go in there by myself."

In the blink of an eye he's on top of me. His lips so very close to mine. "If you stay in this bed with me," he growls, "I will fuck you, giving you many orgasms and drink from you and you will be my mate. Before you decide to stay you need to give me your consent. If there is no consent you must leave immediately and go to the room I gave you and lock the door behind you. If you hear me roaring in need, ignore me and remain inside until Steve Banks arrives tomorrow morning."

I lift my head and wrap an arm around his neck, pulling him close for a deep, passionate kiss, letting him know that I am giving him all the consent.

The kiss is so powerful, letting me feel all the need this Korn has pent up inside for me. He finally breaks it off, panting. "I cannot hold back any longer with you in my bed, kissing me."

"I don't want you to hold back."

Hot alien vampire lips brush against my ear. "You will wake up tomorrow morning, carrying my offspring. Is this what you want?"

Bruce smells so good. Like leather and soil with a hint of pleasant but not overpowering cologne. "Don't worry, I'm on the pill."

He lets out a deep chuckle. "Weak human birth control does not work against Korn virility."

"Oh."

He's now kissing my neck, licking the area I suppose he's wishing to later pierce with his sharp fangs. I'm swooning over the feel of his tongue on my hot skin.

"Is this what you want? You want to mate with me, allow me to drink your blood and plant my seed in your womb so that you will instantly carry me offspring? You will be a mother and we will raise our offspring together."

How did I not know this part? I thought I knew everything about how Korn mated but I didn't know that the other women had become instantly pregnant. Well, I also didn't know exactly how the blood drinking part worked either, whether it hurt or not.

But I'm so falling in love with Bruce Bloodworth.

I'm loving the idea that he wants what I want—to start a family. He'll never cheat on me and there will be no divorce. He won't be like my dad, cheating and starting a new family and basically ignoring the original family as if it never happened.

I kiss him again and rub my stomach against the unusually thick and large erection I feel under his pants. The cock I've been wanting in my mouth all night. "Take off your shirt."

"You want this?"

"I want all of you."

I see the uncertainty in his gaze so I start to wiggle out of my own clothes. He moves off me and I stand next to the bed.

He watches in awe as I take off the cute, sleeveless, linen summer dress with ruffles at the bottom. It's lined so I didn't need a slip. All that's left is my best underwear. I never meant for us to fall into bed together so soon, but I did arrive prepared. I'm shaved in all the right places, with only a trim of hair on my girly parts.

I reach back and unclasp the bra, lean forward and let if fall off me and drop to the ground.

A growl rumbles in his chest.

I grin because I know my breasts are my best feature. I've never needed a boob job; I was just blessed with them looking reasonably large and perky.

Then I smooth off my matching panties and toss those to the ground too.

"Now I want to see you naked too."

"No sentient being has seen me like this. I was cared for by a med lab, that was purposely downgraded to only keep me alive and not repair, replace or heal scars."

I watch as he lifts the t shirt and it's off and over his head. And then the thin gray, long sleeved shirt is off too. And I swoon at the sight of his hard chest. There are so far only two matching scars on his right pec. Then he unbuckles and his black leather pants are going down. I learn he wasn't even wearing underwear. Finally, all his clothes are removed and he's naked before me. That amazing cock, with seed leaking from the slit at the top, bounces free. He gives it a few rough strokes.

I try to get to my knees, ready to give him a blowjob, but he catches my elbows. "Not yet. I want to come for the first time inside of you. There will be plenty of time for that later."

I pout with dismay, but to make up for it he spends time on my breasts, hefting them in his hands and sucking on my nipples. It's so wonderful I can't stand up that great anymore and sag against him.

Then he lifts me up and tosses me onto the bed. I splay my legs and his between my thighs in moments. I glance down and see him staring at my girly parts in wonder. He even fingers my pubic hair; I think because it's the same color as my hair and I know he likes my hair. I hope he then likes freckles too, because I've got lots.

He seems to know his way around because in moments he's licking my clit like a professional. I grab for the sheets bunching them with my hands. It's crazy how quick I go from hot to ready to orgasm. It must be because I've already spent hours alone with him, drinking and flirting and my body throbbing with need. Plus, there was the kissing.

"Oh, right there, that's perfect, don't stop."

And then it hits me hard, the sharpest, most intense orgasm of my life. It starts in my stomach and races down my thighs and I swear to the tips of my toes. Then I flop back down on the bed, like a puppet with its strings cut.

His tall, huge frame is above me and he's already got his hard shaft notched at my sopping wet entrance. "Are you ready?" he questions, baring his fangs.

I wrap my arms around his neck. "So ready."

Bruce slides in a little at a time, making sure I'm ready to take him, which I appreciate. Because he is bigger than any man I've been with before. He kisses me the entire time, sliding in and out and back in again, going deeper and deeper. Finally, we both sigh with delight when he bottoms out and we're joined at the hips.

I use my foot to kick him in the ass. "Harder."

He chuckles and then he gets serious.

He's fucking me hard and I can't believe how amazing it all feels. This isn't my first rodeo but it's certainly my best. He's ruining me for anyone else. I don't mind at all the idea that this is the only man I'm ever going to have sex with again for the rest of my life. Instead I feel smart to have locked him down. All my sex toys have been demoted because Bruce might be all I need.

I feel another orgasm lurking in the distance, ready to hit. And he must feel the same because he pauses, lifts me in his arms so my head falls back and I see a flash of fangs. His fangs pierce the skin of my neck and it's exactly like he said, it doesn't hurt. Instead it starts a cascade of feeling like nothing before. I can feel the tug on my neck and the motion of his lips as he's drinking my blood and that's when my second orgasm hits. And I'm screaming, it's so intense.

And then, when I come down, he breaks free from his drinking and this time I see bloody fangs and he's frozen above me, having his own orgasm. I can feel the hot rush of his come inside of me, again and again and again. Until finally he flops down beside me, holding me close.

I feel the sensation of his tongue, lapping up the bite marks.

And I pass out in his arms.