Chapter 06.

POV's; Amadeo Aveyard & Marius Delarado.

Amadeo Aveyard.

What else was there for a man to do with the thoughts in his mind of his wife being fucked by the man who was his creator, other than drink the finest of whiskeys in front of an open burning fire? I hadn’t agreed to let my wife give birth to a child for the man who created me; she’d made that choice on her own during the last of our rough patches. And believe me when I say we’ve had enough of those to last us our eternal lifetime. She’d left me to return to her home in England, followed by the Roman man and when she returned to my home, our home, when she finally returned to my open, waiting and forgiving arms she’d already agreed to give another man a child.
   Of course there was no real reason for me to be jealous at all, was there? I’d met the woman I loved and married her, made an honest woman of her and vowed to be at her side for life. She’d given me a child when she was human; together we had our darling Boe. Even if my bride gave Marius Delarado a child, I still had Lenora’s hand. I had Lenora as an Aveyard.
  And in time I’d have more children with her. We’d discussed that before, many times over. I’d promised my darling Lenora another child; my wife was made to be a mother more so than she was made for immortality. And my wife had promised me over and over that together we’d share a son, a smaller version of myself, so she’d told me she’d always hoped for.
   Still, the thoughts in my mind of the woman I loved lying with the man I’d once loved more than any being made the glass of whiskey in my left hand disappear quickly. Already I’d lost count of how many glasses I’d gone through. It had been a few hours since I’d left her back at Trinity Gate with Marius and I knew myself he’d waste no time in bedding her, filling her with his seed from the very moment that he could. God knew it wouldn’t only be the one attempt for her to fall pregnant either. If I knew Marius how I fully believed I did, he’d have filled her at least three times by now. And the night was still early. His hands would have wandered over her body, fingers stroking through her hair to keep her front bare for his eyes to marvel over. Her breasts would have been covered by his hands, her n*****s hard from his touch, wet from his mouth. Her body would bend under his touch as he directed her back into the bed he kept hidden from sight, in his room situated behind his study. Clusters of goose bumps would rise over her skin where his palms slid, a light huff of breath leaving her mouth when he’d touch her in just the right way.
  There was a cracking sound in the room I sat in, though I didn’t avert my eyes from the fireplace to see where it came from.
   I knew Marius by size. I knew my wife’s body would be stretched from his girth pushing into her tight, pink walls. Her face would contort into the prettiest of expressions with her pleasure as her body would undoubtedly rock against the sheets of the bed with the force Marius would surely use to make sure no single drop of himself was wasted. The moans that would leave her mouth would start as purrs, such sweet sounds that grew addictive to hear and they’d end in low mewls of her pleasure. Beads of sweat would form over her skin and her hands would no doubt wind into the back of his long hair as she let her orgasm take over her body when he’d seen to her in any way she’d ask.
   The crack in the room came again, followed by the shattering of glass before the scent of blood. My blood. If I were human the pain of the glass breaking against my palm could have been an emergency case, but it was in these moments I was thankful to having skin like marble. The thoughts of my wife’s body in her pleasure filled glory had always been enough to make my mouth water, for me to crave every inch of her from dusk through to dawn, tasting her, feeling her, listening to my name leaving her lips. But the thought of her body with another man repulsed me.

Marius Delarado.

I’d said it before and I’d say it again; if Amadeo hadn’t met Lenora first I would have married her myself.
The woman lying naked at my side was a tremendous woman indeed. There was a fire in her soul that I recognised in most newborn vampires, a flame that kept flickering. Lenora’s flame was more than a flicking burn within her depths. She was like a fire in herself, always ablaze and ever growing. And like watching the flames of an open fire dancing to their own crackling music, she was just as addicting.

   She was the perfect candidate all along for immortality. I met the woman only a handful of times when she was human and even then, seeing her in warm flesh with blood pumping through her veins, I knew she belonged to be in our world. She was strongly independent with a heart of pure gold. She was one to stand up for the underdog, to befriend anyone she could within reason and to love with all she had. Amadeo Aveyard had just been the lucky b*****d to get there first. But alongside her ever so gentle nature, well, I hated being on the wrong side of her. Lenora, much like her husband had a temper that was like having a volcano erupt when she got going. Amadeo himself had witnessed her worst first hand. But as shallow as it seemed to say from a man like myself, from a man still adapting to live in this century, Lenora’s looks were nigh on perfect before she joined this life. Blue eyes that almost matched my own, long dark hair that was always curled, long lashes and a body that curved perfectly in the right places with breasts and a*s in proportion and legs that seemed never ending, there was a place in heaven for a woman like her.

   It was a sight I could easily get used to, the position of her straddling my waist in all of her naked glory as she was. Easily enough to get used to if she were my wife, that was. But she was my fledgling’s wife. A man I cared for dearly. And she was soon to be the mother of my child, our child.
   I ran my right hand around the back of the woman’s neck, dragging my lips up her throat before finding her mouth with my own. I kissed her once, twice, feeling her slim, long fingers slide over the side of my scruff covered jaw. As her hand dipped lower her lips parted from my own, a long breath leaving her mouth to brush over my chin as I wound my free arm around her sweat stained back, I pulled her chest closer. Skin to skin. The vampire’s body arched into my own, pulling her peachy little behind up from my thighs, allowing the cool air in the room to swirl around the base of myself that slipped from her core.
“You said twice would be enough.” Her voice purred, breath rolling down over my chin and neck to reach her second hand at my chest. I couldn’t help but chuckle a sound filled with air before catching her lips once again in another kiss. 
“Forgive me for insisting a third time would bring luck.” Wasn’t that what people said these days? Third time lucky? Oh well.
Lenora Aveyard’s hands slid back to either of my shoulders, her fingers together hanging over towards my back, thumbs pressing over the middle of my collar bones. And though I’d kissed her twice now away from f*****g her, in a time that she’d seemed to have made clear wasn’t appropriate, it was she now who was kissing me. Her lips moulded into mine, moulding perfectly, her tongue sweeping over my upper lip before dancing with mine. Such a tiny woman with such loud body language. 
“Mm, forgive me...” I heard her voice speak as she pulled back enough from my mouth for our lips to brush with her words as I slid my hands down to hold her waist, giving her hips a tight squeeze. “I don’t like odd numbers.”And she was kissing me again. Her chest was still at mine. It was my chest pushing into hers, the weight of my body shifting hers back into the sheets of the bed we had yet to leave from the later hours of the previous night.