The Atham Manor (Slow Updates)

A Dream?

Warren held me up, making sure I didn't fall again.

"Welcome to my sex palace." Warren grinned and I rolled my eyes.

He walked me over to his bed and I flopped down on my back. "I'm tired..."

Warren laid down beside me, laying on his arm. "Then go to sleep."

"I have questions, though." I went to sit up, but he pushed me back down on my back.

"Your health is more important. If you're tired go to sleep."

I paused and then met his gaze. "Promise me you won't leave."

He looked taken aback, but nodded, "I promise." He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me closer, making his arm a headrest for me. I curled into his chest comfortably.

Somewhere in my sleep, I felt Warren's fingers brush my sides. I squirmed a bit, getting closer to his chest. His fingers returned after a moment, playing with the hem of my shirt and slipping underneath. Heat flooded from the touch.

"Warren..." I groaned, pushing his hand away and out of my shirt. "Can I sleep please?"

His lips pressed against my forehead. I hummed as his hands trailed up my back, hot warmth following it. I unconsciously arched into him, and gripped his shirt. "Warren-"

"I like it when you say my name like that," Warren's fingers grabbed my hip and he pushed me over onto my back.

One of his hands secured mine over my head, the free one grabbing my thigh before he grinned, "Say my name again."

I bit my lip, turning away. My dirty dreams about the brothers were getting out of hand.

My hesitation made him lean down and whisper, "Tell me if you don't want it, otherwise, biting, screaming and scratching are permitted."

His lips pressed against my jaw, my cheek, the side of my lips, waiting for to tell him to stop. When I didn't, he kissed me, hard and demanding. His hands let go of my wrists as they scooped under my back to pull me into a sitting position on his lap. I grasped his shoulders to keep steady, kissing him back intensely.

Part of me couldn't believe that after all of this... vampire crap, I still found the brothers as sexy as I did. But who am I kidding - the subconscious doesn't lie. [AN - most of the time]

I pulled back, taking in gulps of air as Warren continued to kiss down my neck. His tongue flicked across my shoulder and I shuddered involuntarily.

I grabbed his face, guiding him back up to my lips. He wasted no time exploring my mouth with his tongue, leaving no area untouched. His hands danced along my back, spurts of heat emanating from his fingers.

I moaned against his lips, when a clattering sound jolted me out of the stupor.

I turned to the sound where Calvin and Miriam were standing at the door. Both equally shocked and bunch of snacks fell to the ground from the plate Calvin dropped.

I turned back to Warren, who was staring at me and licking his lips shamelessly.

Oh shit.

Not a dream. Not. A. Dream. I pushed myself off of him, covering my mouth.

Warren glanced at Calvin. "What do you want?"

"I, um, thought she might be hungry... I guess it wasn't for snacks though." He coughed slightly into his hand.

Miriam blinked owlishly. "Well, you weren't expecting to see that, huh, Calvin?" She slapped him hard on the back and laughed.

Calvin didn't flinch, but frowned in her direction.