Eight

His tongue snacked out and licked the side of my neck. The heat and terror flooded into my body. Would it hurt?  He nipped my neck and the anticipation was killing me. I was a mix of every feeling. His teeth scraped along my neck. Then quick pain; I yelped. The feel of his fangs entering my body was painful, but the pain was bearable.

I could feel everything. How big they were. I could feel the tips plunging deeper into my neck like they were getting bigger inside of my body. Then I felt the pull. My breath caught in my throat as the feel of his fangs moving in the skin became something different. It wasn't painful, more of a dull ache.

I grabbed for him and wanted to get closer. His fangs sunk deeper and a moan escaped my mouth. His soft chest heaved as my hips started to grind. I closed my eyes imagining everything we could do. Slowly he pulled his fangs free of my body. The delicious friction had me moaning again. His tongue found purchase over the wound and he licked once, twice, thrice.

His lips sucked the wound bringing it into his mouth. When he pulled away blood dripped from his lips onto his unkept beard. I stuck my thumb onto where the blood was and swiped down. He moaned as his tongue snacked out seizing every last drop. He grabbed my hand and sucked the blood clean off of my thumb. My body was sensitive. My core was slick. It was not the first time that I had this reaction but it was the first time that it happened so quickly. He picked me up and gently sat me on the bed. 

“You need to rest. I will go hunting for some dinner.” His massive body towered over me and yet I couldn’t muster up fear. All that was left was tension. The tension I wanted to release so badly that I was aching. He licked his lips then left. As he walked out of the house the room became bigger. I tried to sit up but my head swam and I laid back down. A little while later I came back into the main room where Cedar was sitting in front of the fire. Cedar looked up at me, his pretty brown eyes swimming. I rushed to him and pulled him into a hug. 

“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I pulled him this way and checked his body to make sure he was okay. The tears leaked onto his cheeks now. His little body was shaking so hard I wrapped myself around him just like when we were with mom. 

“Are you going to be like mommy now?” His voice broke on the last word. My eyes shot open. I pulled him away from me and studied his face. 

“Why would you ask me that?” My heart was in my feet. Oh My God! I don’t even know this man's name. Had this man hurt him? He shook his head. I forced him to look at me.

“Why?” Was all I could get out without completely breaking down. 

“Mommy would bring men home. She would go into the room and shut the door. Then she would come out and be mean to us.” He was sobbing now. I didn’t think about what going into that room with that man might have done to Cedar. I had wanted to shield him from what might happen in the room. I pulled him into a tight hug. Then pulled him arms length away. 

“I will never ever treat you like mom. I will always protect you. I will always love you.I will never hurt you at least not on purpose. And I will never put my hands on you. No one will ever put their hands on you.” I pulled him into my lap and we cried together. We cried in a strangers home that now I was determined to make our home. It took a long while before the big man came back.

So Cedar and I started to clean the place up. It was already fairly clean but making ourselves busy was good for our health. We danced and sang and mopped and sweeped. For this one moment we were happy and I could tell my little brother relaxed. Until a knock on the door sent fear into the pit of my stomach.

Cedar ran to my side and we waited. The door swung open and the big man stood brightening the doorway. A huge smile as he hauled his kill onto the small porch. It was a huge buck.

“We are going to eat good tonight.” He was already starting to skin the animal. His huge hands sliced with such precision for a moment fear lurched onto me. He looked back over his shoulder and smiled. A small sense of calm washed over me and I breathed deeply. Cedar ran back into the house hiding still unsure of this man. 

“Is there anything we can do to help?” I truly wanted to contribute.  With bloody hands he reached for me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me into a hug. 

“All I want you to do is go make sure the boy is alright. He doesn’t seem to take to Telepathy.” I blinked. What was he talking about?  Telepathy? It must have been written across my face, he chuckled. 

“You know just now when you got scared and I soothed that fear. Your brother is one of the ones who can’t be soothed it seems.” I looked back over my shoulder to where Cedar is currently hiding. 

“I’ll get this venison going and then start on Cedar’s room while there is still daylight.” I walked back into the hut and calmed Cedar. We played games and waited. Four hours later we were sitting at the table with huge bowls of stew in front of us. 

“Eat up. I want both of you to get big and strong.” He took a huge bite and both Cedar and I ate happily. 

The food wasn’t as flavorful as it had been at the manor but it was delicious. Cedar and I had two bowls while the big man had three.