Free Endless Days (The Firsts) by C.L. Quinn Page A

her naked right there right now.  He huffed, palmed his impressive cock, and turned away.  The loose fitting sweat pants he donned didn’t help much…they tented as a reminder he was fully ready for her.
    “This needs to go upstairs.  Please follow me,” she said tersely, but thought, before I rip those godawful pants off your magnificent body and mount you.
    He was smiling as he followed her up the steep stairs.  She had to know it was as torturous for him as it was for her.  More so, because his mind and body were well aware that if he took her now, it would be for the first and last time.  A single act of perfection he would have to live with forever.   And he knew it would be worth it.  Except that he remembered her saying she would be bound to him and that it would be very bad for her.  He wouldn’t hurt her for the world.  It was why he was leaving.  He just wished she hadn’t shown up here.  This made it harder for both of them.
    God, she was even lovelier in moonlight.  And she smelled good enough to eat.  Which led him again to what he wanted to do to her, but couldn’t.   He sat down on the sofa.  He was sorry to see her nervous.  She went to the window.
    “Tell me what you mean by I’m not just a vampire.”
    She turned then, walked over and sat beside him.  God, he smelled good.  She shook some sense into her head, once again distracted by his presence.
    “Kav.  All vampires are made from other vampires.  A virus, a vampire genome that completely rewrites human DNA to make someone vampire.  Do you remember that?”
    “I think I do.  It’s very painful…the conversion from human to vampire.”
    “It is.  Well, that blood borne virus…it came originally from any one of only twelve known vampires who have been here for all of mankind’s history.   Longer, actually.  They are very powerful and very private.   Almost no one knows that they exist and they keep it that way for a reason.  You, Kav, are David Patric, one of those very rare, very powerful vampires.  And your life force is what keeps you alive, holds your power and who you are.  It is damaged…deeply.  You cannot survive without it.  One of your own kind may be able to help you, but there are none on this continent right now.  The one who would have helped the most…she…died last year.   So…vampire, I am your only hope.”
    He stared at her.  He was even more powerful than most vampires?  It seemed ridiculous.  He could barely keep himself together at times.   No way he was some mythic super powerful original vampire.  Although he was sure she was mistaken, he would have loved to have been that for her.  He could come to her clean and healthy…worthy.
    He just smiled.  It wouldn’t matter anyway.  He would be leaving.
    Cherise shook her head.
    “You don’t believe me.  Here, I will show you.”  She knelt before him, her eyes soft, pale blues locked on deep browns.  She brought her hand to his chest, held it still near his heart, and closed her eyes.  He sat for a moment wondering what she was doing when he felt her…inside…his mind, his soul…reaching for…what?  Then he felt dizzy, the world spun, his vision blurred…he reached for her and held her in case she felt the same.  He supported her, he supported himself with her…and then the world righted again.  His hands were still tight on her slim body, wrapped around her waist like a life preserver.  As his vision and balance returned, he realized she was holding him too.  She sighed.
    “That was even more intense that I expected.”  She drew a deep breath.  “Okay…”
    “What was that?”  He asked.
    “I had to access this for you,” she answered, and touched his chest again.  A medallion on a delicately crafted chain suddenly appeared around his neck, glowing slightly.  Kav pushed back against the sofa.
    “What the fuck…?”
    Cherise got off her knees and came onto the sofa beside him, her hands