“Mouse... You with me?”
“Hmmm?” Roxie’s eyes fluttered open and she was laying naked in the bath tub her head resting against the wall and Walker watching her every move, “Wh-what...where...how did I..?”
“You doing OK? You need some of this?” He held up a flask and she knew what was in it, but she rarely partook in any blood drinking, “Roxie, hey...come back to me, darlin’,”
She looked up to see him swallow some of the juice.
“No..I’m good..I don’t need it..”
“What the fuck did I tell you? I said do not follow me! Do you always disobey orders?
“And look where it got you. I don’t take orders from you, Walker,” Roxie smirked, “How are your wounds?”
“Healed...” Walker said, staring down at his bare chest, “My shirt is destroyed, but that’s fine. How did you heal me like that?”
Roxie shrugged, her eyes heavy, “I don’t know. Maybe I’m a cleric.”
“Well, only clerics and,-” Walker breathed in deeply and knelt beside the tub, running water over her with the a washcloth, “Clerics and mates can heal like that.”
“Maybe I’m a cleric,” Roxie said, her eyes closed, her mind racing. She was excited at the possibility of becoming a cleric, “I’m glad it worked. I had to try something. I didn’t have another choice.”
“You could have left me there. Thought you were afraid of the dark?”
“Left you there to die? And, yes, I am afraid of the dark, but I couldn’t just leave you there! How were you so weak anyway?”
“I drink too much of this,” he held up the flask and downed the liquid, “I’m kind of addicted and it caught up with me tonight.”
“Bloodlust.”
“Basically.”
In their region, the vampires drank blood for three reasons: ritualistic, healing, or bloodlust. Most vampires could heal, but clerics could heal a vampire on the brink of death and mates could almost always heal each other.
“When did it start?”
“After my mom died,” Walker told her, “I used to steal it from my dad. He’s a big lush.”
Roxie was looking at him now, her scent rolling off of her like wildfire.
“I might have to sleep in the other room,” Walker joked, “Unless you turn off your smell.”
“Sorry...” Roxie blushed, “I guess staring at you without a shirt on is doing it to me.”
“Did you ever think of me and, you know..”
“No.”
“What?”
“I am not telling you,” Roxie blushed, “I always thought you were hot, but...This? Us
“Shit, I guess I shouldn’t admit my infatuation with jacking off to you.”
“No, you probably shouldn’t have,” Roxie giggled, “Yet, I think we’ve shared quite a bit the last few days so it’s a free for all now.”
“I really would rather you not come to my rescue.”
“Just say thank you.”
“Thank you,” Walker rolled his eyes, “I’m ditching class today.”
“Well, I need to get my car, but I need to sleep.”
“Mouse, it’s 6 in the morning,” Walker told her,much to her shock.
“Oh, shit!” Roxie tried to get out of the tub, but stumbled and slipped out. Walker was quick to gather her wet body in his arms before she hit the floor, “I have to get ready for class.”
“Why? Just stay with me today,” Walker said, “What’s one day? Besides, you need your rest if you’re going to paint this afternoon.”
Roxie was too weak to argue. She’d missed one day of school the entire time she was in that god forsaken place so one day wouldn’t hurt.
Drying her off, Walker carried Roxie back to the bed and tucked her naked body under the covers. He took off the rest of his clothes and climbed in beside her.
“What are you doing?” Roxie said, draping her leg and arm across him as her head lay against his chest.
“I could ask you the same thing.”
“Getting comfy.”
“Man, I must have drained you dry. You’re loopy.”
“I’m..so..horny...”
“Trust me, your scent is intoxicating.”
Roxie giggled against him, her body begging to be touched, but Walker refrained from doing so. It was so tempting, but he couldn’t in her state of being.
“Did you really cross their turf?”
“No, Evans attacked me alongside his brother and then Corey tossed me into Silverton.”
“I didn’t realize we were that close to the line.”
“I’ve never had a problem before.”
“You shouldn’t have gone out there. You could have been killed.”
“Don’t tell me what to do, mouse.”
“Don’t make me have to.”
The verbal sparring was turning Walker on and he tried to hide, but the tent his cock made in the blankets refused to calm down.
“I see you’re in a mood,” Roxie teased, “Sleeping with the enemy.”
“You’re enjoying it.”
“I’m not denying that.”
“I still get to make your life hell until graduation.”
Roxie moved slightly, her finger making slow strokes over Walker’s chest.
“I know..”
“I’ve got lots of ideas lined up, too.”
“Really?”
Roxie moved further down his body, over his abs and his mound—taking her hand and wrapping her fingers snugly around his shaft.
“Really...really...” Walker groaned as he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and stroked her hair, “What are you doing?”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Imagine the possibilities...” Walker smiled, “You don’t have the strength, mouse....”
“But,-”
“No,” Walker said, removing her hand from his member, “I can feel how weak you are and yes I want you so badly and I know you want me, but I can’t take from you again...”
“I...” Roxie was so drained that she didn’t even have the ability to argue. She needed the rest, but she wanted him more.
What was she becoming? This wasn’t like her to obsess over Walker Wells.
“I know you’re tired,” Walker said, “I promise you that I will be inside of you many, MANY times before our time is up, little mouse.”
“That sounds fantastic, worst nightmare of my life,” Roxie smiled, closing her eyes as the sun’s rays shimmered through the window and into their room.
“Sweeter dreams this time, rodent,” Walker chuckled as he watched her drift off into much needed rest.
“There is no way this is happening, Roxie...” he whispered.
“No...way...”