I held on to Sylvia tightly, drinking hungrily. I did my best not to hurt her, but my senses were dimming. Her taste was intoxicating; I couldn't get enough. I almost didn't hear her excited moans as I gently pulled my fangs from her throat. I still held her, feeling her body shudder in my arms.
Did she just –?
The realization that I was the one to push her over that edge gave me shivers of my own. Our excited breathing echoed through the room as I leaned in for a kiss. My lips barely brushed hers just as I heard footsteps racing into the room.
"No, Brother!" Edith growled, charging toward us.
Sylvia jumped to her feet and stood between us. "Edie, it's okay!" She exclaimed.
"No! Brother hurt Sylvie!" Edith's eyes burned with fury. She was having none of our explanations.
"It's not what you think, Edie." I kept my voice as calm as possible. "I didn't hurt her."
"But-but, Sylvie scream." She tilted her head to the side, confusion in her eyes. "Edie hear it."
"Edie, I wasn't in pain. I was just –" Sylvia turned to me, lips clamped tightly. She waited a beat before continuing. "Am I about to attempt 'The Talk' with your little sister?" She asked me quietly.
My eyes widened. That thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Edith was so childlike in nature; I didn't even think that the subject would ever come up. Yet, here I stood with Sylvia, feeling like we were two parents caught in the act by their child.
"Edie, why don't you wait for me in the living room." Sylvia used the sweetest voice she could muster. "I'll be down in a moment and we can talk."
Edith frowned at her, then at me. After what seemed like an eternity, my little sister left the room, much to our relief. I happened to glance down at Sylvia's neck, watching droplets of blood still flowing from the fang wounds.
"Hang on a second."
"What is it?" She arched an eyebrow.
"Your neck. I didn't close the wounds." I admitted sheepishly.
She smirked at me, tilting her head to the side. "Go on, then."
With a shaky breath, I lowered my mouth to neck. I placed a soft kiss over the wounds I created, feeling her shiver against me again. I thought my self-control was hanging by thread before.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
I pulled back, staring into those beautiful brown eyes of hers. Much to my surprise, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders and kissed me deeply. I pulled her closer, a sigh of content slipping from me. As worried as I was, this felt right to me. Sylvia stumbled into our lives completely by accident and somehow, she just fit.
Sylvia was the first to pull away, resting her forehead on mine. "I should go downstairs," She smirked, breathlessly, "before Edie comes to check on me again."
We both shared a chuckle and I placed a kiss on her forehead. "I'll be down soon."
"Don't take too long." She turned with a wink and walked downstairs.
I watched her, a goofy smile lighting up my face. I stood there, for a moment, my head reeling at what just happened. Everything was different now. Edith had taken to Sylvia like she had known her all her life, despite a horrible introduction.
I smiled to myself as I strolled out of the room. At first, I was furious with my little sister that she could be so careless. Now, I wanted to thank her for bringing such an amazing woman into our lives.
I stood in the doorway of the living room, watching Edie tiptoe over to the fire, a book in hand. She sat on the floor on next Sylvia and excitedly handed her the book.
"Treasure Island!" Sylvia smiled. "Good choice!"
Edith looked up at me, smiling for a change. "Brother! Sylvie read story!" She motioned for me to join them.
I took a seat in one of the chairs, smiling broadly at both of my girls, in awe of the moment we were sharing. I didn't think my heart could open to anyone else, but this woman came in from nowhere and proved me wrong. I saw my little sister smiling brightly, more so than she ever had. As I watched Sylvia read to Edith, I felt like my life was finally complete. In that moment, everything was perfect.