Heirot

Vlad cocked his head slightly, considering her words and the careful look in her eyes. "How do your instincts tell you to act?"

Tenele frowned slowly, watching her hands as they started to circle lower again. "I'm not sure," she told him truthfully. "At first I was frightened of him, and then... it disappeared. I am not sure if because my soul was connected to yours when I bound you and Atul to create him, if that has anything to do with it. But, I feel comfortable around him. Maybe too comfortable?" Her fingers skipped over his member and traced the inside of his thigh teasingly. "You should put on pants, this could be dangerous for you..." It was an off handed comment while she thought of a better what to describe what she felt.

"I recognise that he is you, made from you. The ring finger glows where your soul is bound to your wedding band... And maybe that is why I feel too comfortable with him. He says he loves me as he pleases, because I am the reason he exists. But, I'm afraid of making him resent me. I spend my life with you, I laugh with you, I adventure with you, I make love to you... and than I pull him out of a closet when he's needed. It seems cruel to me. I don't think I'd feel this conflicted if he were less... independent. But, then again I promised I'd accept you in any form and I do. If you had been trapped as him forever, I'd accept him without question. But, you weren't..." Tenele shook her head. "I'm rambling."

Vlad stretched out, catlike across the cool sheets while Tenele explored him. His body responded quickly to her touch, his member heavy against the rough cloth. He thought over her words. "Is he attractive?" he asked, his silky voice showing that he already knew the answer. It didn't require vanity to understand that any being merged from the bodies of himself and Atul would be impossibly beautiful.

A smile flickered to her lips. "He is," she whispered, leaning forward to kiss his chest. She moved her lips over his skin, tracing open mouth kisses before pinching his nipple hard between her teeth. She drew back with a pleasant laugh, lying comfortably beneath the covers. "But, what does that matter?"

"Well, it would be a poor job if he weren't," Vlad muttered, his words cut off with a gasp as her teeth found his nipple. "I suppose I'll need to outperform the competition, then." He dark features glowed with amusement as he tilted his head forward and ran his tongue under her chin to the corner of her neck, savoring her warmth. His lips closed over a quarter-sized stretch of skin and sucked there, his tongue running along the pressure just firm enough to excite, just slow enough to tease.

Tenele's breath caught in her throat, eyes shutting at the feel of his lips on her neck. "You're being distracting," Tenele warned him, biting her bottom lip as her hands started their teasing circles again. Never touching where he'd want it most, but always coming tortuously close. "I'm trying to figure out how to deal with your other half, here."

Vlad smiled at her, benign but holding something darker. "He must feel what he feels, and be what he is, in order to protect you. But never forget that he is not my other half. He is simply a half of me. I am the whole." The territorial gleam in his bedroom stare was inevitable. After all, as silly as it might be to see himself as a rival, he was a powerful creature with the capacity to do things like be jealous, when he was in the mood to be. Right now, he was somewhere between aggressive and pleased, because he could see in her eyes that his words were true, that she was his. Her fingertips teasing his skin assured him that she was his, and that he just as surely belonged to her.

"He is a special case, to be sure," he sighed. "As is Atul."

Tenele looked his face over for a moment. She thought about his words, and saw the territorial look in his eyes. She wasn't sure why she found that so damned attractive. There was something about the way he looked at her, the way he acted when he was jealous or territorial of her. She liked it. She liked being claimed.

And while she still wasn't entirely sure what he felt about how she should act with Knight, she knew that somehow everything would work itself out.

Tenele leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. She kissed him, slow at first, and then more passionately until she drew back with a gasp. She touched a finger to her cut lip. Every now and then, and it didn't happen very often, she had a tendency to get too close to his fanges.

Drawing her finger back to look at the blood, she turned it towards him slowly and brushed it across his lips.

An electric flare filled Vlad's insides with heat as Tenele's blood was suddenly on his lips. He curled and arm around her and locked her close to him, his breath a heated gasp. He leaned in and kissed her, his need pressed against the warmth of her thigh. His tongue ran over the tiny cut on her lip while his free hand slid along her chest.

Tenele melted against his touch. Her hand slipping around his need. When she worked him into a fit she drew her hand away, squirmed out of his grasp, and pressed into the corner of their little alcove with a mischievous smile. She liked playing games with him, pretending to escape when she really wanted to be caught. She knelt there in the corner, her long gown gathered at her knees rather modestly, but the neckline was large and the fabric slipped form her shoulder.

Vlad let out a short hiss of disapproval as his prey shimmied away from him, but his eyes grew amused as the followed hers. Being coy. Fighting the urge to lunge after her, to pin her down to the sheets and cover her with his body until every inch of her was his, he shifted onto his back. Staring at her needfully, he reached down to the hardened need between his legs and slid his long fingers slowly, languorously along its length. He sucked in a seductive breath and slowly exhaled, his red eyes blazing with need as he trapped her gaze in his. Another slow, devastatingly gentle caress across his own skin, and he forced his head deeper into the pillow, his strong back arching. His hips bucked ever so slightly, looking for heat and finding none. "Maiden Girl," his voice was a tight caress and his gaze demanded her attention. Inside, he withheld his devious smirk. He would just see which of them broke first.

Tenele's mouth watered, even gaped a little at the sight. Bastard, she thought as she watched him. Gods he was beautiful. For a moment she stayed locked in her little corner, his body taking up most of the bed. But, she couldn't stand to watch him long. Not like that. Not tonight.

Tenele shifted and straddled his legs. She pressed her hands into the mattress on either side of his head and watched him with a wicked smile. "I'm sorry, did you call me?" she asked him in a low purr.

She dipped her head to kiss his neck, nuzzling the skin there. She worked her way down, trailing hot, wet, open mouth kisses across his chest, pausing to give his nipple another painful bite, and then trailing lower. She took her time around his belly, threatening to go lower but never actually making it there. For torturous minutes she taunted him, and then she took him into her mouth.

Vlad moaned softly at the heat that spread through his center. He tangled his fingers in her hair and enjoyed the agony of resisting her just a little longer. Forcing her head down right now would be against every rule of seduction, no matter how badly he craved her. He was only too happy to submit to her torture, especially since she seemed to be enjoying it so badly tonight. When he couldn't wait any longer, he sat up and pulled Tenele up tight against his chest, his lips sinking down to her neck with a dominant groan. He fell back with her into the sheets, holding her too tight for escape.

Tenele smiled, nuzzling her nose against him. She leaned towards his ear, biting it. "Do you want me?" she asked him, raking nails against his shoulders and sides. "Tell me how much you want me." She bit his shoulder harshly, because she knew he liked it. She knew little bits of pain he enjoyed, and little bits she could give him.

The vampire's breath caught in a tight groan at her teeth in his shoulder. "I don't want you," he choked. "I need you. Damned woman, you're going to disgrace me if I finish without even entering you." He pushed his face up under her chin, where he could access her neck and keep her from doing more damage before he could catch up to the points she was scoring against his body. He smiled against her throat as his teeth pulled lightly on her skin. His hands pulled her clothes away while defending himself from her touch as best he could. Nothing like a little competition to spice things up in the bedroom.