by Pace, Pepper
He smiled. “I’m making love to you.” He said from his place four feet from me.
”O-kay.” I felt a slight tugging on my nipple and gasped, staring down at myself. No, it wasn’t like a tugging. It was coming from within, as if my cells had constricted to cause a tightening there.
My eyes grew wide, and I braced on the couch as the sensation caused my pussy to tighten. The sensation moved from one nipple to the other and then both. I groaned. Oh damn. I looked at him desperately as my need returned.
A slow stroking sensation traveled down my belly. I kept staring down at myself trying to see the fingers that had to be making the sensation, but I could see nothing. I squeezed my knees together, but it did absolutely nothing to stop the stroking sensation from slipping between my clenched thighs and gently but insistently manipulating my sensitized flesh.
I then experienced a new sensation. Something heavy and thick slipped into me like an invisible cock. I gaped and clenched my thighs together. I was about to speak when the sensation began a slow sensuous in and out, and my eyes fluttered closed.
Oh, yesss …
My body fell back against the chaise as I writhed and lifted my hips from the cushions. Now it wasn’t only the invisible cock. It felt as if a hundred tongues were licking me all over ... inside ... outside ... upside-down!
My fists gripped the material of the chaise, ripping it loudly. I was panting and moaning and groaning as something rolled inside of me filling me as something else simultaneously licked and sucked on my clit. And when the soft tweaking of my nipples commenced again, I lost it.
I opened my mouth and yelled as the orgasm spilled over and out of me. I reached for something to hold but met empty air. Oh! I needed something to suck and kiss and touch as I came. I needed something to run my tongue across, strong arms to hold me tightly as my man pumped into me mercilessly.
After a few moments I collapsed, exhausted and panting. I wasn’t panting because I was out of breath, but good sex made me pant even if I no longer had to breathe. Good God, I realized. I’ve had mind-blowing sex on two occasions and haven’t needed a real penis once.
I felt Alexis move toward me. I turned my face toward the raised arm of the chaise and squeezed my eyes shut in embarrassment. Did I basically masturbate in front of this man, this Master Elder?
”You did not like it?” His voice sounded slightly surprised.
”What?” I looked at him. My body was still singing. How could he ask that? Oh yeah, because he could feel what was deep inside of me—my need for touch.
I sat up trying to be graceful but failing miserably. I was a mess of limp muscles. “I can’t do that to you.”
His brow furrowed as he sat next to me. ”Something is wrong. What is it?”
”I ... I know I’m not human but I still feel as if I am. When I make love I need to be touched.” Look at me talking about making love. He was just fucking me. I wasn’t too far gone to know that he could fuck whomever he wanted, and I was just a distraction for the night. Succubus in me be damned because I wanted him in me. More than that, I wanted to make him come.
This was insanity. Every time I took blood I then wanted whoever had fed me. I wanted Tony and I wanted Paul, and now I wanted Alexis—but I didn’t know exactly how I wanted either of them.
Shit! I forgot Alexis could read my thoughts. I gnawed my lips in concern.
He watched me intently, and I couldn’t read his expression. He placed his hands lightly against my cheeks. The move surprised me. How long has it been since Alexis has touched someone in pleasure? I suspected that it had been many, many years. I was pleased to be the one he chose to touch.
His hands were surprisingly warm. I didn’t associate warmth with a Vampire, but evidently they could make themselves warm, make themselves breathe, and make themselves almost look human. I liked the way Alexis looked even when he was completely Vampire with the black eyes and deathly white skin. As a Vampire Alexis had a regal look. He had a face as smooth and hairless as a baby.
But as a human Alexis was simply beautiful! His hair was longish and haloed his head. His lips were full and kissable.
His outfit this evening was a comfortable looking pair of black linen pants and a black high-collared shirt that hung loose past his waist. It didn’t give me much of an indication of how Alexis was built, although I could tell by his shoulders that he had a nice big chest.
The back of his hand traced my cheek, but it was my lips that he studied closely. Was he going to kiss me? I closed my eyes and felt his lips on mine. It was chaste at first. I liked the way his lips felt on me. They were firm and soft at the same time, explorative. I sighed.
Alexis paused with his lips and seemed to accept my breath into his body. His hand opened to cradle my face, his lips pressed onto mine, and his kiss became insistent. His mouth opened, closed, lapped, and sucked at me, and I matched his every movement. It was like a dance. The kiss had its own life separate from us.
I felt him shiver. When was the last time he’d shivered, decades? Centuries? I pulled him to me and felt what was beneath his shirt.
My hands met hard muscles and a very human back. I found myself running my hands down the hard flesh loving the sculptured contours. Is that what always happened to Vampires? Did we always lose the last traces of fat to be replaced with hard muscles? Did we always improve, because if so, then exactly how jacked up was Frank from the Council before he died?
His kisses had re-ignited the flame smoldering somewhere in the center of me into a blaze. It wasn’t just sex that I wanted but the taste of his blood, the feel of his hands on my body. I was so different than who I recognized myself to be. I lusted for touch, and sex, and blood.
Alexis’ shoulders hunched together in a knot of muscles. He growled, and his head whipped around to something behind him. Something had put him on guard, some danger that I had not yet sensed.
When he pulled from me I almost didn’t care what had caught his attention. I wanted my need to be satisfied, and I found myself pulling him back so that he could fill my mouth with his kisses.
But Alexis had changed.
Alexis had transformed into a beast!
Tony said that it was impossible, but here he was. His knotted up muscles no longer had the appearance of human arms. His back had lengthened, and his nose and mouth had elongated.
Alexis had turned into a friggin’ Werewolf!
Well, maybe but not quite. He didn’t have the hair, but he was bulked up, and the growls issuing from his mouth were all animal. And those teeth! Was I just kissing that mouth? Where were those beautiful pouty lips?
My heart was apparently still in working condition because I heard it thumping against my chest. What was he looking at? I didn’t see anything.
Then Tony appeared out of thin air.
Alexis was preparing to leap at the moment of Tony’s materialization, but I was still holding onto him. When I saw that it was Tony, my grip tightened.
Alexis snapped at me, gripping my wrist between his fangs. I was expecting to be mangled by those teeth of his, but those massive fangs had not yet punctured my skin.
If it was a warning, I chose to ignore it. ”No!” I shouted, gripping his shoulders or whatever you called them on a wolf/beast. “It’s Tony!”
Alexis released my wrist mere seconds before Tony reached Alexis.
Tony grabbed Alexis by the scruff of the neck and held him away from his body, growling and snapping.
I jumped up. This couldn’t be good.
Tony was eyeing me. “Are you okay?”
”Y-yeah,” I stuttered. “What are you doing?”
Tony shook his head in disgust. “I thought I was saving your hide. I guess I was just cock blocking.” He flung Alexis across the room as my mouth fell open in shock at his comment. “I’ll let you get back to your beast,” he said then swung away from me.
Alexis slid across the marble floor, but when he stood he was Alexis again, only in a tattered shirt.
His head was lowered and his eyes were furious as they glared at Tony’s back. His face had darkened as if all the blood in his body was concentrated there, and I knew that Tony had hell to pay.
”Watch out!”
Tony didn’t need my warning. He dropped to the ground in a roll. His teeth had dropped to almost fangs! Other than Alexis’ beast, I had never seen teeth so big.
Oh no! I backed out of the way. Alexis and Tony were at each other in a flash of movement that I couldn’t follow with my eyes. I could hear them growling and snapping at each other, but I couldn’t really see them. Their movement was faster than super-fast.
I wrung my hands trying to think what to do. Alexis was the strongest. He could think Tony dead … so why fight? It was some freaking man thing I’m sure.
”Stop it. Stop it! Stop it!”
And they did. Tony was on his back gripping Alexis’ neck. Although back to his human form, Alexis had grown the wolf teeth back and had them poised to bite Tony’s face. However, they were now both watching me.
”Dawn is coming!” I shouted. “I want to get changed out of these bloody clothes, and I need to feed. Paul is waiting for me. I need to go now!” I hoped I had inspired them to stop fighting.
Alexis pushed off of Tony, and his teeth seemed to disappear back into his mouth. His tattered shirt had disappeared, and I was able to see the ripples of his chest. But now I didn’t care about all of that because their fighting had simultaneously scared and pissed me off.
Tony stood and straightened his lapels. “Alexis. Please accept my apologies.”
”I should kill you,” Alexis said. “But that would displease her.” He turned his back and walked away from both of us. “Perhaps someday soon I won’t care what displeases her. Oh, and Tony,” he continued without turning, “you may have her pain.”
Tony sucked in his breath and grimaced.
Oh shit! I had forgotten that Alexis had been holding my hunger.
And now Tony was holding it.
”Oh, Tony. I’m sorry.“
Tony glared at me. ”For which thing? Running off with Alexis? Leaving Paul in a room full of Vampires?”
I lowered my eyes.
“Ignoring me when I told you how I felt about you?”
Geez. He was so right. I had turned into quite the self-centered Vampire. ”I’ll make it all right. I promise.”
”Paul’s waiting for you at the house. He wouldn’t leave until I found you. You blocked real good, or else Alexis blocked for you.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know how to block. I don’t know how to do much of anything.”
He gave me a cold look. “I followed your orgasm. You did that real well.”
I was mortified!
He gripped my elbow, and before I knew it there was a sickening spiraling sensation. I couldn’t tell up from down, but before I could think about it too hard I was standing in the Arabian Nights room that Tony had designated as my suite.
He released my elbow. “I’ll hold your hunger until morning. After that, you’re on your own.” He barely looked at me then disappeared.
My throat felt tight. I thought I was going to cry. I was so hurt by his actions. But I guess I had hurt them both by mine. Was I … a blood slut? I wrung my hands and looked around.
Paul was sound asleep on the silk cushions of the oversized sectional. There wasn’t much more then forty-five minutes until dawn, but I wasn’t going to go to him stinking of old blood and another Vampire’s kisses.
In the bathroom I stripped out of the ruined dress and got into a hot shower. I washed then shook out my hair. I put on a satin nightgown that trailed the floor in a Morticia-type manner. Even though it wasn’t my style, I liked it.
Paul was still asleep. I crawled across the cushions and lay next to him.
In these last hours I had grown to really care about Paul. He was my friend, my confidant, and recently, my protector.
How could I have left him in a room full of Vampires? Because I am a blood slut. But that didn’t mean I had to act on my every whim!
I touched his chin with my finger.
His eyes popped open. He came up on his elbows.
”You’re back,” he said when he saw me. “I fell asleep.” His brow crinkled in concern. “Are you okay? I was worried.”
I was going to tell him that I was okay. I was going to tell him that I was sorry. I was going to say thank you for having my back and thank you for the money. I was going to say a lot of things, but in the end I buried my face against his shoulder in shame.
”I left you, Paul. I can’t believe I did that. I didn’t protect you. I was so busy trying to get laid. I should have never left you.”
Paul put his arms around me. “It’s okay.” He hugged me. “Um ... get laid?”
I looked up at him. “No, I didn’t.” Not exactly.
He stroked my hair and looked at me for a long time. “Even if you had, it’s just the blood. It’s not you. I do get that.”
It was just the blood. He was right. This was only the succubae in me, but it wasn’t me. I smiled. “You are just so cool. You do mean it? You’re not just …”
”I’ll always say what I mean. That’s why we need to talk.”
I got nervous. He was going to leave. I’d screwed up and now he was leaving me.
”No, I’m not,” he said, reading my mind even though I hadn’t projected. “Tomorrow, we’ll talk. But tonight you need to feed.”
”And I need to do something else. I promised you something, remember?”
”Tomorrow.”
“No. Now.” I was already in his arms, so I pressed my lips to his.
He pulled away. ”Feed first. Kiss later. The sun …“
I nodded. He was right. With a contented sigh I nuzzled into the crook of his neck. He sighed, too. We seemed most comfortable in this position. This felt familiar to me, as if I’d taken blood countless times instead of only a handful.
His neck was still bruised from my earlier feedings. I was going to learn to do better, not for me but for Paul. In that moment I swore I wouldn’t let him waste another drop of his blood for me.
Uh, oh. No teeth to bite. And I wasn’t about to ask Tony for my hunger back so that I could drop teeth.
”What’s wrong?” Paul asked.
”No teeth.”
”Kim. We don’t have time for this. It’s almost dawn.”
”I know, I know.”
Swiftly he rolled me onto my back then covered me with his body.
I understood why he was doing it, but it was just too calculated a move to work …
Paul kissed me passionately. No preliminary, no warming up. I felt his heart pounding against his ribcage. And I knew then that he wasn’t trying to manufacture lust. He was finally releasing what he had been holding back all this time.
With shaky hands he reached up and gripped my breast. I heard him groan.
No—that was me. I was groaning. We both were.
It was so quick the way the fire burned inside of me. He had brought my teeth.
”I wanted to touch you ever since you stepped out of the room wearing that dress ... No ... That’s not true. Even before I ever saw that dress.” Paul was thinking at me as he continued to kiss me, his fingertips gently rolling over my nipple through the material of the gown.
I pulled his face away from me and tilted his head to expose his neck. I bit gently but urgently.
Paul gasped. I could feel his erection as it grew in response. I held him to me as I fed. Moaning he gently pushed against me. I linked my mind with his to experience his pleasure as well as my own.
I loved how Alexis had made me feel. The orgasm he gave me had been strong and pleasurable. I’ll never forget it. But I was a human. And when I had an orgasm I wanted to feel my lover next to me, inside of me.
His hips rolled against me and found a rhythm. It became obvious that Paul was fucking me—only he wasn’t entering me. I wrapped my arms around him and held onto him. My l
egs wrapped around his back. I gasped and nearly choked on the blood. Damn it felt good! Drinking him, linking our minds together, and then feeling him pumping between my legs as if we were fucking became too much. My body went reeling out of control, and I didn’t care anymore. I was tired of fighting against the pleasure. I wanted it.
“Please, Paul! I need it!” I thought this to him desperately.
Paul shuddered and moved rapidly against me until he spasmed in his own release with a low cry. “Kim, I’m coming!”
I heard his voice loudly in my head. It made me insane as my body met each of his rapid thrusts. I had to force myself to release his neck. I needed more. I needed more! But there wasn’t enough. Paul’s pulse was weakening, and I understood through the hunger that he didn’t have enough blood for me.
“The food is Paul, the food is Paul …” I chanted in my mind in order to remember why I needed to stop. I pulled my lips from his neck with a grunt, my orgasm spiraling downward to its conclusion when I did. My body was becoming heavy. Shit! I had forgotten about the sun.
”Don’t ... stop,” he said weakly.
The sun was coming up and I had only seconds to fix the wound before he bled out. I put my lips over the puncture marks and formed a seal. I used my tongue to probe the area until I no longer tasted the coppery sweetness of his blood. I moaned. I wanted more. I needed more. Then my limbs grew impossibly heavy and sleep overtook me.
CHAPTER 11
I moaned. My head was pounding, and I felt sick to my stomach. Another hellafied hangover.
Wait a minute.
I sat up and remembered what had happened. How long was it going to be like this? How long would I experience two seconds of amnesia thinking I was still human? I sighed and felt Paul snuggled up next to me.
”Paul.” I shook him gently.
He opened red-rimmed eyes at me.
”My God! You look more like a Vampire than I do!”
His eyes were hollowed, and his skin was ashen.
I reached out to touch his face, and it was clammy to the touch. I leaped out of bed. This is my fault! I was killing Paul!
He propped himself up on the pillows. “Calm down,” he said. “I’m not dying. Mei Wah said that I lost too much blood.”
