Urban Vampire: The bookset 1-3

by Pace, Pepper

  With a grunt the Werewolf didn’t allow it and nudging our hands aside roughly ripped the remaining clothes from my body. I closed my eyes satisfied that the succubus would get what she needed while allowing me to get what I needed—for the Werewolf to trust me enough to rip into its flesh and drank of its warm exotic blood. That thought caused another pulse of pleasure to ripple across my clitoris and this had nothing to do with the succubus; it was all mine.

  A tongue that felt like sandpaper sheathed in silk slipped between the quivering lips of my pussy and the succubus and I yelped in pleasure. Suddenly the Werewolf was lapping at the warm juices dripping from me and grunting in pleasure. Deep down I grinned—that was all my husband! This was his favorite feast and it finally sunk in; the Werewolf and Paul worked in tandem in a way that I was just learning to do with my succubus.

  “I love you, baby,” I murmured, meaning it with my entire heart and soul. I loved all of him—furry or not. He paused in his feast between my thighs and looked at me. I saw that he wasn’t completely Werewolf. The Wolf had allowed my Paul’s head and face so that he could safely feast without fear of sharp teeth ripping me to shreds. He winked at me and grinned with something like drunken pleasure before returning to his feast.

  I came a few moments later in an orgasm that caused my toes to curl violently enough to hurt!

  Paul and the Werewolf seemed pleased at the effect their tongue had caused on my body and swiftly he turned me, an arm supporting my middle as I went down on all fours. I felt his hot body across my back and Paul nipped my ear painlessly.

  “Thank you, baby … ” he murmured into my ear, his voice rough, breathless, barely controlled. And then I felt him lining his cock at my entrance. The succubus pushed back against him, willing him to hurry, to fuck and satisfy her. The Werewolf bumped his hip against her just as roughly as if to say, ‘No. I’m in control,’ and she quieted impatiently.

  I felt his cock pushing roughly against me and the succubus cried out Yes Yes Yes Yes and then he entered me with an animal cry. It was rough and uninhibited and though there was pain the succubus responded to it with an enthusiastic cry.

  “Baby!” I yelled. The Werewolf gripped my hair roughly as he pumped frantically into me. His own cries of passion told me how much he enjoyed fucking us. Suddenly he sank his teeth into my shoulder but…why didn’t it hurt?

  It felt so good that I nearly came again! He held on, teeth clamped into the flesh of my shoulder as he fucked me wildly from behind. My cries of pleasure mingled with that of the succubus; two distinct sounds—we were two but also the same. My nails dug into the earth beneath me as the Werewolf plunged in and out of me while holding me in place with one firm arm and giving me his mating bite—at long last.

  I tried to speak, to say how beautiful it was and how good it felt but words could not come, only a need to allow my voice to join my husband’s howls of pleasure as his head stretched towards the moon and he sang out in tribute to it’s power. Finally I gave in and we both screamed our pleasure to the moon.

  A powerful orgasm ripped through me and my nails dug into the rich earth knuckle deep! The Werewolf halted and somehow turned, his cock still impaling me as we faced each other. His face was that of the Werewolf, intelligent and filled with something…

  He roughly pulled my head to him until my face was buried into his furry neck and shoulder and I understood. I needed to mark him back! I needed to bite and clamp onto his flesh which would cause him to cum and then we—the wolf, the succubus, Paul and I would all be mated.

  My teeth dropped swiftly and I didn’t hesitate or fear when they sank into the Werewolf’s rippling, furred shoulder. Hot blood slowly filled my mouth and I drank hungrily, moaning, growling and gasping in frenzied desire. The Werewolf tasted different than Paul. He, as well as my other Werewolf donors tasted even more exquisite than Vampires, but nothing tasted as delectable as one that was completely transformed into Werewolf! My legs clamped around him, locking him in against me as he roughly turned us once again, this time with me lying on my back while he lay atop of me, hips pumping frantically into me.

  Mere moments later, he bit me again and I felt his body tremble as he prepared to cum. He lifted his head frantically and howled and then I felt his body tense and his hot cum filled me. The succubus and I climaxed again, surprising me at the intensity of our release. It was as if the two previous orgasms were just practice sessions for this one. I cried out hoarsely around teeth that refused to leave the Werewolf’s shoulder. My body suddenly seized and as the orgasm ripped through me I couldn’t control the way I arched, seeking his heat, or the way my head was thrown back; finally releasing him, or the way my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I couldn’t stop the way my fists grasped at my Werewolf’s back and my legs squeezed and forced him deeper and deeper.

  I mewed when he finally collapsed upon me, able to control the weak sounds of satisfaction emanating from me about as much as I could hold back the new realization that in my ignorance I had missed out on a great deal.

  Chapter 5

  Paul began to transform into human form almost immediately. We lay there unable to do much more than try to collect our wits. Eventually he sat up, still atop of me, his eyes scanning my face.

  “Are you okay?”

  I nodded unable to speak after such a powerful experience. He kissed my lips and then I felt his tongue on my cheeks and neck as he lathed me in Werewolf love. I smiled to myself and adjusted beneath him, his weight heavy his cock still buried deeply within me.

  Paul gave me an apologetic look but didn’t move to get up.

  “What?” I asked at the look of guilt on his face.

  “Uh…the knot won’t let me get up.”

  “The knot? What are you talking about, baby?” My voice felt hoarse and I was concentrating on that more than anything else.

  “The one that is buried in your vagina.”

  My eyes darted to his and I saw that his eyes were still that mysterious green even though he was completely in human form; including an expression that was both sheepish and embarrassed.

  I wiggled my hips and felt it. I gave him a shocked look.

  “Are we locked together?!” He nodded. “There’s a knot in your dick?” He nodded again.

  “I’m sure you can break it,” he said carefully, “but it would be pretty painful for me.”

  “Uh, ok…” There’s never been a knot before? What was this all about?

  He read my expression. “The Werewolf gets a knot when he makes love. I don’t.” He kissed my neck. “So let’s just enjoy this time that we have…um locked together.”

  I frowned. “Well…why didn’t you ever tell me about the Werewolf’s knot?”

  He raised his head to look at me. “My Werewolf has never been allowed his own release—not until now.” He shrugged and I saw a red flush come over his face. “But Jason and Tyler…well I just leave them to their pleasure. I asked Jason about it and he said that when they tried to pull a part too soon its agony.”

  I reached up and stroked his scruffy cheek. He had more of a five o’clock shadow than an hour before. “I’m sorry baby.” I shook my head. “I just didn’t understand.”

  He smiled and nuzzled against my neck. “I know you didn’t. We just have to learn to trust our instincts.”

  “Mmmm,” I murmured and then remembered his enhanced speed. But if I asked him what would he tell me? A Werewolf that is both linked and a blood donor to a Vampire would gain enhanced powers just as a human did …

  Instead of speaking about things that we could only speculate on, we lay quietly in each other’s arms until I heard Mara’s tentative thoughts.

  “You guys are really quiet now … is everything okay? With all that growling you two were making you didn’t … eat each other, did you?”

  I chuckled and Paul looked up at me curiously. I explained what Mara had said and he smiled tiredly and then slipped from my body. His knot was gone. I assured Mara that we were ju
st fine and then told her to go ahead and go home. We’d be back at the house shortly.

  Paul offered me his hand and helped me to stand. I scooped up the shredded remains of my clothes and suddenly felt him lift me into his arms like a mother carrying her child. I met his eyes, still clutching the clothes to me and saw such a look of love and gratitude reflecting in his that if I had ever doubted that I’d chosen right when choosing Paul, I could never doubt it again. I snuggled against him and allowed myself to fall into a rejuvenating Vampire sleep.

  ~***~

  When my eyes opened I noted two pleasant things; the sun was still present as it fell toward dusk, and Sam had returned and was currently in the house. I quickly showered and dressed and met them in the office.

  Paul was cradling the baby in the crook of his arm and he gave me a quick peck on the lips.

  Sam smiled at me and then came forward and gave me a brief hug, which I welcomed.

  “Paul has been showing me your office and … well you have quite a mess here.”

  My head ducked in embarrassment but she gave my hand a motherly pat. “Not anything that I can’t fix.”

  Her eyes met mine and held. “Before I get started I realize that there are some things that you need to do…” she was referring to my need to bite and to assure her allegiance to me as well as mine to her.

  I nodded. “Are you okay with that?”

  “Not really. I don’t see how your teeth buried into my jugular vein won’t be anything but excruciating but Paul assures me that it’s quite pleasant. I’ve also put away any silver jewelry so,” she nudged aside her blouse exposing her neck and my belly grumbled in hunger, “I suppose we should do this at least once.” She gave me a piercing look. “If I don’t like it I won’t do it again—but I will still remain your Assistant.”

  I hid my smile and nodded. There was not a chance in hell that she wouldn’t like it—pain or no pain.

  She tilted her head but looked at me once more. “Paul says that you can mesmerize humans but I would prefer that you did not this first time. I believe that I’m a sensible woman and if I accept this…bite, it will because I’ve made the decision to do so.”

  “I understand,” I said in agreement at her terms—although I knew that she was also stalling a little.

  She took a shaky breath and I approached her. She closed her eyes and I placed my hand on her shoulders. I sensed that Paul was placing the baby in her pumpkin seat and knew that he was preparing to intervene if necessary. But this evening my control was total; there would be no unpredicted incidents.

  I leaned forward, smelling the soft powder smell of her fragrance, soap and shampoo. Beneath it was trepidation and a sliver of fear and beyond that was the strong earthy/coppery aroma of her virgin blood. My mouth watered and my teeth dropped and then I placed a kiss on her neck, which caused her to flinch slightly before she realized that it was nothing more than a kiss. As she relaxed I quickly sank my teeth into her neck.

  She braced herself but I knew that my saliva was already reacting on her and she swayed on her feet as she became filled with pleasure. I was pleasantly surprised at the richness of her blood. It wasn’t the blood of donors that worked hard to assure they had enough to survive as well as to trade with me. It was rich and thick and tasted strong and free of any traces of my Vampire essence. I drank long but carefully. The succubus was present but strangely she stayed in the background. Ahh, she would give me what I needed as long as I gave her what she needed. Yes, I could do that.

  I broke the link long before I normally would and Sam looked at me with a bit of distress.

  “Well that was…you don’t have to stop-”

  I smiled. “Next time I will take a full feeding.”

  She rubbed her neck lightly, a dreamy look on her face. “That was like … ” she blushed and Paul grimaced and cleared his throat.

  “Right. Why don’t you relax a bit Sam and I’ll make us some tea,” He quickly left the room, possibly sensing her slight arousal.

  I led her to my desk and had her sit there in my office chair. I sat opposite her and we watched each other across the expanse of my large wooden desk. “It wasn’t what you expected.” I began, knowing that she had many questions.

  “It was … ”

  “Like sex?”

  She blushed and smiled. “At least what I remember of sex.” We both chuckled.

  “I like pleasuring you, not just taking blood from you,” I said honestly. “There is no shame in that. I want you to enjoy it. If you give me what I need, I can give you what you need.”

  Her eyes widened at my blunt comment but she nodded in acceptance. When Paul returned with two mugs of simmering tea he found us discussing files and documents.

  ~***~

  I could not wait to share my new discovery about the succubus with my Ladies In Waiting, however Mara had already shared the experience with them and they were anxious to experience the feeling themselves.

  Each time we tried it I learned better control and Paul made sure he was always around in order make sure that things didn’t get out of hand—or at least that was his excuse, however I knew that he enjoyed it a great deal. Afterwards our lovemaking was almost violent as we recaptured the desire that I had just shared with others.

  However the knot did not return.

  When it was time to bite Tyler I tried something different. I pushed the succubus into both her and Jason simultaneously. Paul and I decided to just leave the room and I realized the sounds that Mara had overheard us making because they had to be similar to the sounds of Tyler and Jason’s lovemaking.

  When they joined us a few hours later, the both of them were red-faced and apologetic. I thrust a cranky Julie into Tyler’s arms.

  “Don’t worry about it but you can put her back to sleep.” Jason blushed even more and ducked his head while Paul laughed openly.

  We decided that the succubus needed to be satisfied but not with each feeding and I would just let her loose on my ladies and Jason upon request.

  ~***~

  It was Saturday when I prepared for the territory meetings held at my old home … now owned by Monica. My minion hated having territory meetings on the weekends hence I made sure that they were on Saturdays so that they would have to determine which was more important—having a nice Saturday or bombarding me with useless complaints.

  Paul and I had just made love and he was still naked and wet from his shower as he sidled up behind me and kissed my shoulders and neck.

  “You’re tense baby. Relax. Monica barely says anything at the meetings.”

  I nodded. “I know.”

  “She knows you have her number so she stopped with all the shocking shit.”

  I grimaced. Yes, there was a time when she enjoyed flaunting her donors around us; their mesmerized eyes like cows being led to the slaughter, blood still spilled upon their clothing as evidence of her recent feedings. It repulsed her sisters and distressed me until finally I chastised her and threatened to punish her if I saw it happen again. By that time I had been pushed to my breaking point and Monica…well she seemed content that she had pushed me there.

  We dressed in black, me in black jeans, boots, and turtleneck beneath a suede black jacket. My crucifix stood in plain sight. Paul was dressed similarly in black jeans, Doc Martens but instead of a turtleneck and jacket he wore a short sleeve black shirt that stretched impressively over his broad chest and back, showcasing arms that bulged in tight muscles. Those muscles weren’t Vampire enhanced the way others—including myself was, but had been developed by months of running, tracking and hunting.

  We joined Sam in the family room where she was dressed in a black leather skirt, turtleneck and wool jacket. Well, she didn’t look all that scary but had allowed Karen and Tyler to place some dark makeup on her face and to spike her hair slightly so that she looked intriguing. The rest of us looked the roll of the scary Vampire board of judgment. Jason wore leather pants and a sleeveless T-shirt that showed off wi
ry muscles and his mate wore skin-tight pants that stretched over her toned body and a fishnet top that showed a blood red bra. Each of my board members, besides Ran wore crucifixes in plain sight to the minion—which caused them much discomfort.

  Looking at a crucifix was akin to looking into the light of the sun and they avoided it at nearly all costs.

  Paul led the human’s to the van and drove over to the house while Ran and I spent some time talking about the Council meeting and the information that he had uncovered; all U.S. Councils were going through a similar change and it seemed that it was all due to my success. At this moment I felt like the most hated Neratomay in history. Yes … they would despise me for forcing them to change.

  Ran rarely attended the territory meeting as he did not abide the sight of the crucifix that I required everyone to wear but I needed him here at my house more in order to keep watch over my daughter and he did so willingly even though as my first Lieutenant he was supposed to be by my side during all meetings. We didn’t always do things as expected and that was fine by me.

  I mesmerized to the manor before the others arrived. As usual I didn’t knock—it seemed stupid to do so. Monica knew that Saturday night I would arrive. I looked around the familiar dwelling.

  Upon gaining possession of it, she had made no changes so it was still decorated in the Afro-centric textures that I had selected when I lived there. It seemed strange that the blonde haired, blue-eyed beauty would have paintings of African American men, women and children and sculptures of warriors, with wooden masks donning the walls but no one questioned it.

  Monica watched me from the top of the stairs where she might have been standing for the last hour—waiting for my arrival.