Izabella

I'm broken. Or I felt broken. Not physically. I’m not even sure that was possible short of someone shoving me into a tub full of water.

My room was dark and normally so quiet I could only hear the sounds of my breathing. When I turned over, I found Bill asleep next to me on my bed. His black hair mused about along with his beard. It wasn’t a sight I hadn’t seen before, but it seemed more endearing and special to see it in my home and my bed.

The grand plans of the from earlier in the night were shot to shit, and I had no one to blame but myself. I’d wanted him to come to my place. Only I hadn’t realized I was going to be defensive about it when he’d arrived. It was self-sabotage on an order I hadn’t known I was capable of until now. Instead, Bill had coaxed one truth after another out of me. I’m not sure it was because I was scared he would leave or scared of being alone. It didn’t matter now, though.

I felt hollow and light as I studied him. I gently plucked one of my favorite books out from under his shoulder and stretched my arm to place it back on the nightstand on his side. I didn’t realize he was awake until he spoke.

“You are full of surprises still. You can manipulate specific limbs?”

The fascination in his voice was endearing. It’s one of the things I found charming about him.

“Yes. It took a while to learn to isolate specific areas of my body, but the elasticity of my limbs and torso let me maneuver in and out of places most things can not.”

I saw the brightness in his eyes when he connected what I’d done earlier with my ability to reshape myself.

“Oh, wow. So, in my office…. That’s impressive. How long did it take you to learn that?”

A small chuckle escaped me, amused at his curiosity and playfulness. “It was almost an accident. I was having sex with a werewolf, though I don’t think he knew I knew. He was a rather large fellow. My body adjusted without me realizing it, beyond what would have been normal for anyone, and that’s when I’d realized I did it innately. Once I knew that, it was a matter of practice.”

“Do you often frequent those with supernatural abilities?”

“Not all that often. I was relaxing in a bar in Amsterdam, and he assumed I was a vampire because of what I looked like. At least that’s what he told me later. I gave him a whole show. Fangs and all. He had a story to take back to his pack. He was barely twenty-five, I think. I hoped that maybe by playing into his obsession, he wouldn’t look for the real thing and get himself killed in the process.”

“What did you do?”

“I scared him within an inch of his life. I told him that when vampires bared teeth, their mouths weren’t the only places they had them.”

“You did not!?”

“I did. And then I turned my teeth into fangs and asked if he wanted to have sex again. He barely had his pants zipped when he ran out of my hotel room.” The laugh that rolled out of him was worth telling him the story.

“Izzy, you’re amazing.” He reached up and brushed a piece of hair out of my face. “I hope that kid learned a lesson. You do know that vampires don’t have teeth in their vaginas, right?”

“I take it you’ve been with a lady of the night and have lived to tell the tale?”

“One or two times. Blood orgies are a thing. Did you know it’s very likely that any family with money has a vampire in the family tree, making sure that the family is taken care of and managed from generation to generation—they horde things somewhat like dragons. While the vampire covens are practically like mob families, they do interact with society more than other communities. And they don’t drift very far from their home territories unless their coven leader dies.”

“I’m impressed, Bill. But I shouldn’t be. You’re a history teacher, after all.”

“Well, World History. Though having a knowledge of cultural and species motivations helps explain things to students.”

We looked at each other. Bill's intense hazel eyes became pools of emotions I wanted to drown in. He reached for me and I moved closer to him. When he realized the sheet was in the way. I partially liquified myself and passed through it and watched him become more enamored with me. When our lips met, the slight burn matched the heat that started in my core and radiated outward.

“Protection?” He asked.

There was more than one kind I used, but the ones that best kept me from burning my insides were the female condoms I kept in my nightstand. I grabbed one out of the drawer and presented it to Bill.

“Would you like to do the honors?”

He took it from my hand and then put it back on the dresser. “I have a better idea. Let’s hold off on that for a moment.”

I looked at him, confused since he’d just asked for it until he traced a hand across my face and down my neck, between my breasts, across my stomach, to brush at my thighs. He teased his hand up between my legs, and I opened them for him. I’d never had anyone do this before. I wasn’t sure why it never occurred to me, but it had to Bill.

The moment his fingers teased between the lips of my pussy, I moaned, and my head fell back onto the bed. It was intense and the softest caress I’ve ever experienced. He leaned toward me and hovered above one breast. My nipples were tight and sensitive as he continued with his hand between my legs.

He looked at me for a moment, and I gave him the slightest nod and guided his head to my breast. His lips circled it and sucked the tight bud into his mouth. A mixture of things hit me all at once, the tingling pain of moisture on my skin, the sharper pain of teeth, and the zipline of pleasure that went from my breast right to where Bill’s fingers were delivering their lecture. I grabbed at the sheets, at Bill, and moaned so loudly it might have been a scream as I rocked into his hand and fingers.

When I finally came down, he nuzzled my neck and pulled me into him. I drifted off into a pleasant nap. We weren’t at his place, so there was no chance of a brunch cooked up to perfection, but I did know a bagel shop a few blocks away. Maybe that would be enough to entice him to stay beyond the morning. It had worked on me after all.