Page 4 of Big Enough to Bite (Harmony Glen #3)

Chapter Four

Sam

M ari may be avoiding me since our date. I’m not certain why. From my perspective, it went well. I could be imagining things. I’ve been in her yard every day, and she hasn’t come outside at all. I heard her singing once, but she stopped abruptly.

It’s Friday, and I’ve finished the wall. I still have work to do on the meditation tower, but I can put it off until next week. Rather than let her hide, if that’s what she’s doing, I knock on the back door before I leave.

Summer is coming, and the days are getting longer. It’s hot. I probably smell like something that’s been buried for a week and just realized it’s dead. My shower is calling me, but I’m not giving up on my vampire.

I knock a second time.

In a long black skirt and tank top, Mari glides through the house toward me. Keeping her gaze low, she opens the door. “All done for the week?”

“Just about. Want to come and talk to me about this tower, so I know if I have enough materials for next week?” I step back to give her space to exit.

“The wall looks great.” She puts on a veiled hat and takes a shawl from the hook next to the door and drapes it over her shoulders since the sun is still touching the yard. Once she steps out, I close the door and follow her into the yard. She runs her hand along the top of the wall.

“I hosed it off, but it’s still dirty.” I’m stating the obvious because her silence has me nervous.

“A little dirt won’t hurt me. This is precisely what I wanted—a beautiful stone wall to show that this is not part of the cemetery.” She steps along the wall to the circular footing, waiting for her meditation tower to be built.

There’s a bit of trench around it, and I offer my hand to help her step onto the pad. I used myself as a guide, and I can see it’s bigger than she probably needs. She looks small standing in the center. “Is it too big?”

She closes her eyes. “No. This is right.”

I let my breath out. “I’ll bump out steps along the outside so you can get up there without effort.”

When she opens her eyes, they’re bright and full of some unspoken emotions. “Make them sturdy.”

Since she can’t weigh more than my left arm, I wonder who she worries will take a tumble if the steps are made for her.

It’s none of my business. Well, unless she wants them to carry my weight.

I’m getting ahead of myself. My cock is fully alerted to her gaze, as well as my wayward thoughts.

I clear my throat. “This meets your approval?”

When she takes my hand to step off the pad, her voice is breathy as she says, “It’s perfect.”

Keeping her hand in mine, I rub the soft center of her palm. “Have you been avoiding me this week?”

“Yes.”

“Why?” My heart sinks, but I don’t break the mesmerizing eye contact.

“If we begin something and this town doesn’t work out, it will have been a mistake. I don’t want you to live in my memory as a mistake.” Pulling her hand from mine, she starts toward the house. “There’s a good reason why people are afraid of me, Sam.”

“I have lived in many places where I was feared, and it forced me to move on. I think you will find many of the monsters in town will have similar stories.” I’m buoyed by the fact that she stopped before climbing the steps. “What happens when you bite someone?”

The slowness of her turn and the way her fangs clearly elongate is sensual and dangerous. “Why do you ask?”

My cock aches, and I long to draw her close. Maybe it’s her natural allure as a vampire, but I think it’s more. “Do they turn into a vampire, get sick, or die from the bite?”

Eyes wide, she snaps, “Of course not.”

I wait without responding. I’m not ignorant, but I’ve never been bitten either. Unable to help myself, I ease closer to her.

“To become a vampire requires the subject to be close to death and drink vampire blood.” She shudders.

“Have you made vampires?”

She casts her gaze down, and sorrow pulls at her lips. “Not in a very long time.”

“I don’t think a giant vampire is a good idea.” I know full well that her venom wouldn’t work on me anyway. I am immune to disease, virus, magic, and poison. Still, I can’t help staring at her fangs and the way her nipples press tight against her tank top.

“You are perfect as you are, Sam. I wouldn’t wish to change you.”

If I wasn’t so filthy, I would hold her and see if she’d allow a kiss. “Come home with me?”

“What? Why?” She rises onto the first step.

“I need a shower before I’m fit for company. Your home is too small for me, and I want to spend time with you.” I crowd her, but she doesn’t retreat.

After the longest ten seconds of my life, she says, “I’ll get my purse.”

“I’ll be out front.” My heart is beating so loudly, I know she can hear it, which means she hears my blood pumping harder. From the moment I first saw Mari, I’ve wanted her—all of her, including her bite.

A few minutes later, she steps out of her front door with a small handbag.

I open the passenger door to my truck. Custom-made for me, I wrap my hands around her waist and lift her to the top step.

She gasps, and her fingers wrap around mine. “How did you have this made? Don’t humans ask questions, or did you get this after the Great Revelation?”

Reluctant to let her go, I force my hands away and walk around the front of the green truck. I get in and start the engine. “I’ve had this truck for years. Most of the time, humans think I’m a grotesquely large one of them, and they feel sorry for me.”

“But you’re not?”

I shake my head. “Giants have walked the earth since before humankind. We lived in great numbers when the Neanderthals were making tools from wood and stone. We are a different species, although there has been some mixing of our blood. There are no pure giants anymore. I imagine my DNA is somewhere around twenty percent human.”

She watches me as I drive the short way to my house.

Once I’ve parked, I round the truck and lift her down. The way her eyes light up, I think she likes me manhandling her, but maybe it’s my imagination. Taking her hand, I lead the way to the extra-large front door and open it. I flick the light switch and hold my breath as she steps inside.

She strolls around my living room, touching the back of the leather couch in the same way she touched her new wall.

The great room opens to a dining area and a spacious kitchen.

I have a chair at the table for me and five other tall human chairs.

I rarely have company, but it’s nice to offer visitors a seat that suits them.

The counter is at her eye level. At one end is a step stool, and she smiles at it. “This is very nice.”

Having her in my home feels erotic. My body responds painfully, wanting to tear away clothes until there are no barriers between us. “You never answered my question, Mari. What happens when you bite someone?”

In a blur of black, she moves until she’s an inch away from me. She trails her hand along the thick artery at my neck. “Pleasure.” She licks the tip of her fang. “So much pleasure. A bite is very intimate, Sam.”

I take her hand and press my lips to the center of her palm. I let my tongue trail along her flesh to her wrists. “I wonder if those animals you’ve been surviving on are enough to sustain you.”

She pulls away. “I can’t risk losing control and hurting a human.”

“I’m not human. I think I’m big enough to bite.” I’ve never wanted anyone like this. My body and my mouth are working of their own accord. Honestly, I don’t mind, especially if Mari is the prize.

“You don’t know what you’re saying.” She steps back and cradles the hand I kissed as if it were precious.

Taking a deep breath, I go to the kitchen and open a bottle of wine. I pour her a glass. Returning to her, I hand her the wine. “I need to shower. Make yourself at home.”

As I walk down the hallway to my bedroom, I feel her gaze on me. “My offer stands, Mari.”

I drop my clothes in the laundry basket and turn on the shower.

It too is giant-sized with handmade green tile from floor to ceiling and river pebbles on the floor to massage my feet.

The half wall comes to my waist with glass that reaches a foot below my twelve-foot ceilings.

Once the water is warm, I stop under the spray and wonder if I should turn the temperature down to decrease the likelihood of embarrassing myself.

Another option would be jerking off to relieve the pressure.

The idea of coming in the shower with Mari in the living room is absurd.

With her keen senses, she’d hear me and smell my arousal.

I’m certain she already knows the state I’m in.

I soap myself from head to toes and scrub my face. Filthy from work, I shampoo my hair, and my eyes are closed as the water washes away the suds.

“Why do you want me? Is it out of some sense of doing good? Do you think I’m suffering from living off of small game?”

Wiping the water from my eyes, I can hardly believe my eyes.

Glass of wine in hand, Mari stands inside my bathroom door.

I never heard her approach. Startled, it takes some effort not to show the extreme level of my excitement.

My cock bobs with energy, and I’m thankful to have put in the half wall.

Unable to resist, I run my soapy hand along my shaft, suppressing a groan.

“I find you are constantly on my mind and even in my dreams.”

Putting her wine glass on the vanity, she pulls her top over her head.

Her perfectly round, pert breasts turn slightly up and make my mouth water.

She pulls a tie at her waist, and her skirt puddles on the floor.

Completely naked, and exceptionally formed with curved hips and shapely legs, she reaches into her mass of hair and removes a large clip.

Her curls flow over her shoulders and back to her waist. “I hope you’re sure about this. ”

“I’ve never been more certain of anything in all my life, and while I’m not quite as old as you, Mari, I’ve lived a long time.” I step to the open end of the shower and offer her my hand.

Her gaze skims down my chest, my abdomen, and her eyes widen at the state of my cock. After she scans all the way to my feet, she stares into my eyes. “This can only be physical. Vampires don’t have more than that.”

I have a lot of questions about that last statement, but she takes my cock in both of her small hands, and every coherent thought flies from my head. A growl rises from my chest as she backs me against the shower wall. “You’re beautiful, Mari.”

“You’re magnificent.” She strokes me slowly and steadily.

Nothing has ever felt as good as her hands paired with the way her pupils fill her dark irises.

Knowing that she’s as aroused as I am brings a low moan out of me.

I could come like this, but I need more of her and want to give her all of me.

With one hand, I cup her ass, and with the other, her head.

I dislodge her ministrations when I lift her and press my lips to hers.

Clutching my shoulders, she wraps her legs around me, and while they don’t make it all the way, I’m surprised by the strength of her. Maybe I shouldn’t be, but the fact that she’s not fragile is a relief and an aphrodisiac.

Running my tongue along the seam of her full lips, I touch the tip to her fangs.

An erotically pained cry opens her mouth, and I slide inside, deepening the kiss. Her mouth is like silk, cool and soft.

She clutches my hair and rises higher, climbing me.

Breaking the kiss, I lift her so that I can suck her nipple. I tease and lick them, then nip the hard peak.

She screams and slaps her hand against the tile. “Sam. That’s so good.”

I suck harder, needing to hear her screams and longing to have her call out my name as she comes. Unable to wait, I lift her thighs over my shoulders and devour her wet pussy. I slide my tongue through her folds, pausing to swirl around her clit.

Wrapping her legs around my shoulders, she spreads her thighs wide. “Turn around.”

I do, and she leans her back against the wall, allowing me better access. She’s incredibly nimble and flexible as she uses her legs to pump against my face.

Her ass is muscular yet soft at the same time. I rest those luscious cheeks in my palms and slide my tongue inside her. She’s addictive, and I suck her clit, then go back for more, over and over until she’s wildly pumping against my face, panting, and moaning.

My cock aches, but I need to feel her come more than I want my own release.

Shifting my hand, I inch my thumb inside her.

She’s tight, but adjusts easily to the thickness.

I suck until she grips my head and pulses around my digit.

I lap up every drop of her sweet juices.

“Mari, you’re perfection. I could hear you come and taste you for a hundred years. ”

“Take me to bed, Sam.” Her voice is breathy.

Cradling her in my arms, I carry her out of the bathroom and lay her gently on my bed. It’s specially made, as is the mattress. She only takes up a fraction of the space, but she is my entire focus. She could be my world.

While I hover over her, I’m afraid my weight will be too much. “I don’t want to hurt you.”

She smiles wickedly, “I’m difficult to hurt.” Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pulls me down.

I keep my weight on my elbows while she explores my mouth. Having her here is everything. Our tongues mingle and dance, drawing a low moan from me.

She kisses along my jaw to my neck.

“Tell me why you can’t have a relationship.”

Letting the tip of her fang press against my flesh, she says, “Ask me later.”

The sting of her nicking my skin precedes a rush of pleasure.

My body is thrust into the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.

I come between us, spilling my seed all over her abdomen and breasts.

It’s all I can do to keep from collapsing on top of her.

“By all the gods.” I feel like a schoolboy unable to control myself, but the pleasure is too good to let embarrassment get in the way.

I shudder with the lingering effects. Rolling onto my back, I drag her with me and watch as she leans down and licks my blood from my throat. Her eyes close, and pleasure washes over her expression. Her body molds across mine and shivers. “Beautiful, rich blood.”