4: Greenhouse Mirage

Jarren’s POV

“Well, how do you propose I do that?”

“Jillie. Come here for a second, princess.”  Ean called, cutting off what I was about to say.

“I’ll be back,” she threw over her shoulder before leaving the room.

I closed my eyes and exhaled. Why did she have to ask me that question? She could always dance again. That would entertain me. I felt myself becoming excited at just the thought of it. I had to push that image out of my mind. I heard her coming back up the stairs. She stopped at the edge of the bed.

“Are you sleeping?”

“No.”

“Are you tired?”

“Not really.”

That was a complete and utter lie. I couldn’t sleep last night because I saw her every time I closed my eyes. It wasn’t a bad thing. It was just the things that we were doing that had me awake. I knew if I closed my eyes, I’d see those wonderful things but wake up to realize they weren’t happening. She didn’t want me that way, which was the part I didn’t want to deal with. I had to face it every day without my dreams, making it worse.

“We could take a nap if you want,” she suggested.

“You must be tired.”

“A little. Mallory woke me up earlier than I wanted to be.”

I chuckled. “Alright, little one. Let’s take a nap.”

She climbed into the other side of the bed, facing me. We were lying a respectable distance apart, of course. “I’m not a little one.”

Oh, I know you’re not. I thought to myself. Well, technically, she was, but only in the sense of height. Everything else belonged to the woman that she was. From her perfectly amble bosom to her curvaceous hips and perky round breasts. I closed my eyes again, and the sandman captured this time.

“Jarren, why are we going to the greenhouse?”

“You’ll see,” I replied.

“You know I hate it when you do that.”

“Do what?” I asked innocently while opening the greenhouse doors for her.

“When you don’t answer my question.”

“If I answered your question, then it wouldn’t be a surprise.”

I walked into the greenhouse behind her and the door shut. I followed her a little way inside until she stopped walking, and I nearly ran into her.

“Why are you following me? I don’t know what you brought me in here for. Remember? You wouldn’t tell me.” She pouted a little.

“Follow me,” I told her, taking a right and then a left.

We made it to the area of the greenhouse, vastly populated by flowers. I heard her gasp when she saw it. It was filled with so many rare flowers.

I watched her as she walked around and gently touched the flowers. She seemed as if she was spellbound. She stopped to look at and smell every flower, but I could tell she liked the Plumeria Purple Jack and the Plumeria Golden Unicorn. I think she liked the smell of that one the best. I watched as she inhaled the sweet fragrance of it.

“These are so beautiful,” she said.

“Just like you,” I whispered.

I watched her hand pause as she was about to touch another flower. She looked at me. Her hazel gems stared at me. We just stood there, staring at each other. She broke contact and sat on a nearby bench. I walked over slowly and sat beside her. She turned to me and crashed her lips to mine. Thanks to my vampire reflexes, it didn’t look like I was caught off guard. Her arms were around my neck instantly, and mine were on her waist. She bit my bottom lip, and I smiled into the kiss. Her tongue roamed my mouth, leaving its mark, claiming it. Our tongues began to dance a fierce Salsa, and I could tell she wanted the lead. I gave her dominance. I would give her anything.

She pulled away, catching her breath, staring at me with those hypnotic eyes. She touched her beating heart. Surprised it was beating that fast. I was surprised as well. From the sounds of it, it was going a hundred miles per hour. She reached her hand out, moving it towards my chest. I caught her hand in mine and brought it up to my lips. I pulled her by the hand into me, resting her hand on my shoulder, mine going back to her waist. I bent down and kissed her again. This time I lick her bottom lip. She immediately granted me access but didn’t fight me for dominance. This time I led us in a slow classic Waltz. Our tongues slowly moved in sync with each other.

I pulled her on top of me, never breaking the kiss. She was now straddling me. I felt her pull on the hem of my shirt, and I smirked. I broke the kiss allowing her to pull my shirt over my head. I then pulled hers off and tossed it behind me. She kissed my lips again before burying her face in my neck. A low moan escaped me, and I felt her smile.

I undid the clasp at the back of her strapless bra, and it fell into my lap. I picked it up and tossed it behind me as well. I put my hands on her waist and gently brought her up. I took in her beauty. I leaned in and enclosed my mouth over one of her peaks while playing with her mounds. I heard her moan and bit gently, careful not to bite her with my fangs. I listened to her gasp, and her head flew back. I then turned my attention to her other breast.

I pulled back, and her hand went to my zipper. She unzipped it but paused. She looked at me as if realizing for the first time what we were about to do. I smiled at her and was about to lift her off me, but she locked her arms around my neck, refusing to move. I could have easily gotten her off me, but I didn’t want to hurt her.

Her hand moved slowly back toward my pants, and again she stopped. She got up, and I went to zip my pants back up. I stopped when I saw her panties fall from under her skirt and hit the floor. She walked back over to me and straddled me again. She looked at me and then looked down. Realization hit me. I reached in and pulled out my manhood. It stood at direct attention.

She leaned in, crushing her lips to mine. The kiss was so passionate. So intense. A growl rose into my throat. I had to control the beast inside of me. I had to keep it at bay. I tangled my fingers in her curls as she laced her fingers threw my hair. She pulled her lips away from mine. Her forehead rested against mine. She lifted slightly, and I felt her take me into her hand. I shuddered at her soft touch. She looked me in the eyes as she slowly lowered herself. I could feel myself at her entrance.

“I’ve wanted this for so long,” she breathed.

I felt her lower herself, and then…

I woke up to Jillie moving around. It wasn’t like she was struggling. She was just moving. This is one of those times I wished I could see people’s thoughts instead of hearing them. I looked over at her clock; it was just after one o’clock. I exhaled and sat up slowly. I felt a slight tingle in the back of my throat. I was thirsty.

I got off the bed quickly, using my supernatural speed not to wake her. I slipped on a shirt and slipped out of the bedroom window. I landed lightly on my feet and headed to the forest about five miles away. I arrived there in a flash. I was instantly in hunter mode. I wanted to get back before Jillie woke up. I sniffed the air and caught wind of a bobcat. I followed the scent until I saw it at the lake. I pounced on it before it even had time to register my presence.

After I was done with the bobcat, I headed back to Jillie’s house. My mind on my dream. I’d always had dreams about Jillie, but never sexual ones. Never dreams this intimate. I knew I wanted Jillie emotionally, but I also knew that my body wanted her physically.

I made it back to Jillie’s within a minute. I jumped up to Jillie’s window, grabbing hold of the ledge. I looked slightly over the windowsill. She was still sleeping on the bed. I climbed through the window expertly and landed without a sound. After closing the window, I went back to the bed and lay down quickly. She stirred slightly and turned towards me.

She nestled her face into my arm and laid her hand on my chest. I turned slightly and rested my cheek on the top of her head. I heard my phone vibrate in my pants pocket. I reached down and pulled it out. It was a text from my Mom. I didn’t bother to open it. I put the phone back into my pocket. I pulled one of her natural curls, watching it spring back; I whispered in her ear.

“Jillie. I have to go.”

I felt her snuggle deeper into my arm and her hands clutch my shirt. I smiled to myself. Even when she was asleep, she didn’t want me to leave. I removed her fingers from around my shirt and kissed her hand gently. I then got off the bed. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead softly. I knew she’d be upset with me when she woke up, and that’s something I didn’t want.

Hopping out of her window again, I made my way back to the forest. Finding the Crocus brush, I pulled six flowers and kept the stems long. I returned to Jillie’s house and used my means of entrance from before. I placed the flowers on her bedside table, looked at her once more, and then headed out the door.

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I pulled up to my parents’ house and parked the car in the garage. Entering through the kitchen I hung my keys on the hook and went to find my mother.

“Hello, Master Jarren.”

“Hey, Conrad. Have you seen my mother?”

“Yes, sir. She’s in her study, waiting on you.”

“Thank you.”

I made my way down the maze-like hallways to my mother’s study. I didn’t bother to knock. I just walked in. She was on a call and put her finger up, halting me. I walked over to the leather couch and sat down.

“Did you forget that you had training today?” she asked me once she hung up the phone.

“No. I would have been back on time.”

“I don’t doubt it, but we need to talk while your father is away.”

I rolled my eyes. I didn’t want to have this talk. It was the same every time. I was tired of hearing it. It was more of a lecture than a talk in my opinion.

“Mom, we have this same talk almost every day.”

“And we will keep having it every day until you understand the seriousness of it all.”

“I do understand it.”

“Okay, then, Jarren.” She said, rising from her seat behind her desk. “Then when are you going to find a bride?”

There it was. The subject that I didn’t want to be brought up. I loved my mother to death, but I hated how she continued to bring this up.

“I know. I know. You’re in love with Jillie. She’s a sweet girl. I see why you love her, I do, but you have to think about your future and the future of our kind.”

“Mom, I have a few years before I take the throne.”

“Yes, and you have to be married by then.” My mother informed me for the millionth time, now standing in front of me.

“I…I just can’t, Mom.”

“Do you love her that much?”

I looked at her. She had to be kidding. She, of all people, knew how I felt about Jillie. “Yes.”

“And you know this without a moment’s hesitation or doubt?”

“Yes.”

“Does she feel the same way?”

That was another question I wouldn’t say I liked for her to bring up. Not because I didn’t know the answer, because I did, but because the answer would crush me. I didn’t answer; I stayed silent.

“Honey, you have to take that first step. If she doesn’t know how you feel about her, how do you expect to find out how she truly feels about you? Though the little situation of you being a vampire might be a problem. She may not take it lightly. I’m sure she’ll probably freak, but I suppose-”

“Wait,” I said, cutting her off. “Does that mean I have permission to tell her?”

She thought about it for a moment. “You’re head over heels in love with her, and I don’t see you giving her up for anyone else.”

I was overly excited. I hadn’t told Jillie about me being a vampire for two reasons. One was obvious. In the words of Mallory, I was a monster, and I didn’t want to scare her away, and the other was because my parents, well mainly my mother, would not allow it.

“Thank you, Mom.”

She let out a deep breath. “For your sake, I hope she takes it better than I’ve imagined it.”

“Well, you have quite an imagination, mother,” I said, standing and kissing her cheek.

I walked out of her study. I made my way through the maze of halls and into the library. A lot came with being prince of the Vampire World, and one of them was knowing all there was to know. I searched the selves for the Prophecy books. Once I located the one I’d been reading, I settled into a chair. I might as well do something constructive before training in a few hours.