Long Black Cadillac

by BA Tortuga

  “More than fine. So hot.” So alive. So very alive. Gryph let one finger slide inside, testing Remy’s readiness. Remy was like a little furnace, blazing around him, promising pure heaven. His eyes tried to roll in his head, but he kept them on Remy, refusing to miss any of this. He pushed Remy to open himself, making ready.

  “I think now, yeah? I got a need.” Remy shifted and straddled, pressing the top of Gryphon’s cock right where he wanted it to be.

  “Now, then.” His hands landed naturally on Remy’s hips, and Gryphon tugged, moaning deeply when Remy slipped right down on his cock.

  “Uhn.” That was a fabulous noise, almost as good as the way Remy snapped around him, ass dragging around his prick.

  “Remy.” Nothing in his long experience had moved him so. Perhaps he had felt this good, but never this… deeply.

  “Uh-huh. Like… like a guy that ’members my name. More.”

  Sweet lad. Gryphon rolled up to take a kiss, his hand behind Remy’s head to pull him down. The angle changed, pushing him deep inside, giving Remy more.

  Remy jerked, echoes of pleasure just flooding him. “Gryphon!”

  Oh. Again.

  Someone remembered his name, as well. It charmed and delighted him. Holding Remy right where he was, Gryph pushed up, muscles straining.

  Remy’s eyes rolled like dice, throat working as they moved. The scent of need and blood just washed over him. He hadn’t taken much the first time. Surely he could take a tiny bit more…. Gryphon moved, lips trailing down Remy’s neck, sinking right in at the base.

  Remy squeezed him tight, a sweet noise filling the air as that ass rippled and jerked around him. Gryphon cried out, unable to withstand any more. He spent himself, filling Remy deep inside, his prick jerking madly. All the while he licked at the punctures he’d made, letting Remy feed him.

  This time, they weren’t interrupted. It made an enormous difference.

  It made all the difference in the world. “Better, sweet Remy?”

  “Mm-hmm.” Remy curled around him, moaning low, muttering in broken French.

  “Good. Sleep some more. Your friends will be back soon.” Then they would begin all of the posturing and sniping again, no doubt. For now they would simply rest.

  Together.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  “A HEARSE?” He couldn’t fucking believe it, but there it was. Vance stared at Remy. “You got us a hearse?”

  The Cajun had a sick fucking sense of humor.

  Remy looked over, shrugged. “It fits all y’all, doesn’t it? It’s got the scary good tint on the windows and curtains and shit, don’t it? It’s fucking cool, man.”

  Vance looked at Clay. “Where did you find him again?”

  Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

  “The swamp.” Clay grinned, winked, making him chuckle.

  “Him, the gators, and mosquitoes the size of sparrows. Amazing.” He shook his head, grinned. “Do we have to ride in coffins?”

  “Nah. I couldn’t fit three in there. I tacked extra padding up in the back.” The fucker looked tickled as a pig in shit.

  “Lord, Lord.” Clay clapped Remy on the back while the skinny one rolled his eyes and smiled fondly. Man, this was gonna be a bitch of a trip.

  “Okay, y’all. In the hearse. Get cozy.”

  Little fucker. “Don’t make me bite you, Rem.” Although Vance bet Remy would be spicy as hell.

  “Fuck off, Boo, or I’ll go munch on the boss and make you all twisty.”

  “All right, children, let us play nice and get this done, shall we?” That came from the Gryphon guy, who put a possessive hand on Remy’s waist.

  Oh, look at that. Man, Clay was gonna be pissed.

  “Yeah, I have some business to take care of with the Colonel. Move it.”

  Clay only growled a little. Not much at all, just curling his lip. Then he grabbed Vance instead, pushing him into the fucking hearse. They landed together in the back, which Remy’d actually made cozy with a shitload of blankets and pillows, the tinted windows well-covered.

  Clay curled around him, face buried in his neck. “This is humiliating, baby boy. But kinda cute.”

  “Hey, he’s your lackey, man. You get the blame.”

  “Yeah, yeah.” He got a vicious pinch, right on his ass. Of course, it might not have been Clay. Gryph muscled right in with them, moving them over.

  “Watch it, man. That doesn’t belong to you.” He scooted closer to Clay.

  “No? Ah, well.” That chuckle was damned wicked. “It’s quite nice.”

  He snorted, rolled his eyes. “Where are you from, man? You’re not a local.”

  Of course, he wasn’t a local either; or was he? He’d have to ask Clay whether him becoming whatever it was he was here made him from here.

  Fuck, that made his head hurt.

  Clay bit him. “Don’t be a doofus, honey. You’re from… wherever you’re from.”

  Gryphon laughed again. “Indeed. You would not believe me if I told you where I was from, at any rate.”

  Fuck, that mind-reading thing? Weird as hell.

  “How do you know? I’m pretty good at that whole imagination thing.”

  “Are you?”

  Clay rumbled about as loud as the engine when Remy started them up. “Yeah, he is, but he’s not imagining anything about you.”

  Like he’d do that. He was all filled to the top with Clay.

  “Mmmm.” Clay nuzzled against him, smiling. “Yes. All the way up.”

  “You two don’t start nothin’ back there, now. Horndogs.”

  He caught himself before he growled, focusing on Clay. Horndog. That was him.

  “Yeah, what does he know?” Clay whispered. “What else do we have to do?”

  “Nothing. Just rest and touch before we go hunt that motherfucker down.” He carefully avoided thinking about the jobs he’d done for the Colonel. He’d been… misinformed.

  “You can’t help that. You were just doing a job.” Clay nuzzled his throat, nibbling a little, giving him the shivers.

  “I know.” Still, it bugged him. He was supposed to be one of the good guys. Damn it.

  “Well, that’s quite relative, isn’t it?” Gryphon said. “Now you’re a good guy to vampires and a bad one to your Colonel.”

  Oh fuck. That was going to make his head hurt.

  “Oh, Douce, honey. You don’ wan’ go about spouting that shit. You’ll make things worse on our poor Boo.”

  Vance was going to eat Remy. Chomp.

  “Drive, Remy. You shut up,” Clay finished, growling at Gryphon. “We really should rest, baby. Gather our strength. Pray that Remy doesn’t stop at Popeye’s. It gives him the farts.”

  “Oh, great. It’ll be like being trapped with a falafel-eating pit bull. Remy, no fried chicken for you.”

  “Fuck off, Boo. Y’all be sleeping.”

  “Or dead.”

  Remy laughed hard. “Y’all’s already there, Boo. Me? I can’t take you there.”

  “But you can drive us in a hearse,” Clay said, snorting with laughter.

  When had they descended into a slapstick comedy troupe?

  Man, if this was eternal life, he was seriously, seriously fucked.

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  GRYPHON LISTENED to the two in the back as long as he could stand it. They were… well. If they could tolerate sunlight, he would liken it to basking. He tried to find another word but could not. Then he decided to focus on Remy instead. He listened to the little Cajun’s heartbeat, letting it lull him as the daytime could not. He wanted to go up there and sit, lean on Remy, but he could not do that either.

  It was dreadfully boring.

  “Do you sing, Remy?”

  “I was born on the bayou, honey. ’Course I sing.” It came out as “sang,” and Gryphon could hear Remy’s pleasure in the thought.

  “I can’t imagine it will bother those two if you do….” He would love to hear Remy’s voice. The very thought made him smile.
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  “Lord, Lord.” Remy chuckled and started singing to him—first a few hymns that he had the vaguest memory of, then some bawdy songs, warbling in and out of pidgin French. Oh. That was the most adorable thing he had ever heard. Gryph hummed along as soon as he caught the tune, having no idea what the words were.

  Remy’s joy hit him in waves, sweet and pure as the memory of sunlight through colored glass. So much better than listening to the cooing and grunting next to him. Perhaps that was not strictly fair, but it did seem so.

  “You doin’ okay back there, honey? Y’all ain’t too cramped?”

  “I’m rather mashed against the wheel well, I think. Your friends are not inconsiderable in size.”

  “Yeah, they’s big ole boys, huh? Boss, especially. Not wee like me.”

  “They are, indeed. I would much rather be here with you….”

  “Yeah? Well, I vote we finish with this soldier man; we get the hell out of town.”

  “I think that’s a fine idea.” He wondered idly what it would take to separate Remy from Clay.

  “Yep. I could use me a nap and a couple of quiet days.”

  “Oh, I can think of things to do that are not quiet.” His hands actually twitched, wanting to touch that lean, lithe body.

  “Oh.” There was a rush of hunger, of pure need. “You like it a little loud, huh?”

  “I do. I like to know that someone is enjoying me.” That had him smiling, licking his lips. His fangs pricked at his lower lip, all but aching.

  Remy inhaled; he could hear it. “Damn. You… You got some to be enjoyed, huh?”

  “I think I have something you would enjoy, yes.” Had he not proven that to some extent? He sent a wave of his own longing to Remy, letting him feel it.

  Remy’s groan echoed in the hearse, the big car weaving. “D… damn.”

  “Now, sweet, no running us off the road. Of course, if you find a place to pull off and… nap.” Yes. That would be most pleasant.

  “Yeah? Even with the boss back there?”

  That would be less than ideal, but yes. He needed that badly. “Really. Even as crowded as it is.”

  “There’s a rest stop a mile up the road. Maybe I oughta get me a Coke.”

  “There you are. I think we could all use some refreshment.” Now his mouth was watering. Truly, Remy had an extraordinary effect on him. Remy’s chuckle settled in his balls, knowing and unconsciously sexual.

  His whole body tightened, and the two beside him shifted, the smell of arousal suddenly quite strong. Ah, well. What a way to while away the day.

  The car slowed, settled to a stop. “I’m gonna get a Coke. You want anything, Douce?”

  “No, no. I am fine. Come back and have a rest, then, hmm?” He missed the scent and heat of Remy when he got out of the car. Gryphon shifted, trying to find a comfortable spot.

  “And he called me a horndog….” The newborn’s voice was rough, husky.

  “You are. That’s natural enough, however. With me, there is no excuse.” Knowing it was unwise, but unable to stop himself, Gryph shifted closer to the other two.

  He got a chuckle, the two giving him room before a low groan filled the air. “Damn, Clay. Good….”

  “Oh, for the love of….” Gryph sighed, shifting again, this time because of his aching cock.

  “Mmm.” Someone’s hand slid down his spine, petting him, nails just scraping.

  “Yes.” Gracious, that felt good. Sliding just a bit closer, Gryph reached out, needing the contact.

  Now four hands were on him, two nude bodies there, eager and flushed. How they had managed the nakedness…. Gryphon snorted, his own hands moving, a low moan coming from deep in his chest. He almost hurt, he was so hard.

  The newborn worked his buttons open, fingers dragging down his chest. Someone was so hungry. So needy. He heard the slightest growl, but then the older one, Clay, began to help, moving them together, pressing in against them. Vance turned his face to Clay, offering that hungry mouth at the sound of that growl, hands still working at Gryphon’s clothes.

  Soon enough Gryph was naked, his own hands helping to slide his pants off, his mouth pushing in to join that kiss. He simply couldn’t resist. Not after he could smell the blood. They let him in, groaning and rubbing, the heat flaring. The door opened and closed, the scent of Remy adding to his pleasure.

  “Remy….” He wanted Remy too. He would keep him safe from Vance. So would Clay.

  “Yeah? You… you sure, y’all? I could drive….”

  “I’ll protect you, sweet. Please.” He rolled up on one elbow and held out a hand.

  “Rem. Come on, babe.” Clay was asking too, a smile in his voice and on his face.

  Remy slipped back, feet already bare, eyes huge in the dark cave they’d made. “Y’all.”

  Gryphon laughed, reaching out to tow Remy to him. “It is our nature, sweet. Want you so. Come.” Now all three sets of hands were working on Remy’s clothes. They shared Remy’s mouth, one after the other, slow, drugging, spicy kisses that had Remy melting and moaning.

  “Sweet.” His turn came to kiss, and Gryphon pulled Remy against him, tongue dipping in to taste. Good. So good.

  Remy’s arms wrapped around him, fingers in his hair. He could almost feel the two pairs of lips on Remy’s shoulders, the pair of mouths wanting to bite. Growling, he turned Remy to his shoulder, reaching past to pull Clay to him, both of them fighting for dominance. They kissed hard and deep, the message passing clearly between them.

  It was the newborn and his Cajun who pushed between them. Remy rubbed, muttering against his lips while the newborn went the direct route, biting into Clay’s shoulder. Glorious. Gryph licked at Remy’s lips, then took a hard kiss, hands sliding down to cup that tight little ass.

  Remy sucked on his tongue, one leg draping over him to spread that pretty ass for his touch. He wasn’t the only one moaning. Clay made a low, rough sound, but Gryph forced himself to keep his eyes on Remy. He wanted to see that hard face when he pushed a finger against Remy’s tight hole.

  “Douce….” Remy groaned, pushed back, eager for him.

  “Yes. Hot. Your skin is on fire, sweet.” How long had it been since he’d been that warm? He couldn’t remember.

  “Uh-huh.” Remy’s prick slid against his stomach, wet-tipped and hot enough to brand. Someone’s finger slid over his, pushing alongside into Remy’s body. The way that made Remy arch, made that hot breath fan his cheek… it had him jerking, teeth snapping within inches of Remy’s throat. But he would protect his Cajun from even himself.

  “D… Douce….” Remy pushed in, that throat so close, veins just throbbing for him.

  “Remy. Sweet. Want.” So strong. The need was so strong, cutting so deep into him. But he couldn’t. Not with the youngster right there. “Soon.”

  “Soon….” He could hear the need, Remy pushing against him, almost begging. The other two growled, the heat in the car flaring.

  “Mine.” He didn’t mean to get into it now, but he couldn’t help himself. God in heaven, he needed. Remy pushed against him, rolling on top of him, cock hot as a brand. He curled his hands around Remy’s ass, pulling and pushing, and he felt other hands on Remy’s skin, on his skin. They were maddening, the conflicting urges. He wanted to tear Clay and Vance away. And yet he wanted to share. Remy nuzzled into his shoulder, tongue dragging on his skin, a soft moan tickling him.

  “Sweet. Move. Just there.” He guided Remy so that their pricks lined up, got them moving together in a good rhythm. That was what he needed. Warm fingers brushed against his balls, then disappeared, Remy bucking against him with a low cry.

  “More,” he demanded again, not knowing who he was talking to. It was Remy he was kissing, his tongue sliding into that hot mouth. Remy jerked and rubbed, humping madly, cock leaking against his belly. The bodies beside them pressed closer, moving them together, hands pushing against his belly, sliding down to press his cock and Remy’s together even harder.

  Bliss.


  “Oh. Oh, Lord. I ain’t gonna last, y’all. I ain’t. So good.” Those pretty, dazed eyes looked like holes in the darkness. “Douce. So good, you.”

  “Then come for me, sweet. Let me feel you. Smell you.”

  Clay growled next to his ear. “Come for us, babe.”

  “Oh….” Remy shuddered above him, groaning low. Then he heard a soft slap and Remy shot, the newborn’s chuckle echoing in the car.

  “God.” That was… he could almost feel the vibrations of that little blow, right through the hand that held him to Remy, and Gryphon could not hold back any longer.

  Remy slumped against him, eyelashes tickling his skin, breath panting against his throat.

  “Sweet Remy.” The others were still moving, still rocking, and his own prick ached inside someone’s fist. It didn’t take long. Not long at all before he cried out and shot against Remy’s belly.

  “Mmm. I can smell you, Douce.” Remy kissed his throat, made him shudder.

  “I can smell you too. All heat and good.” He bared his teeth, grabbing the hand that tried to pull away, licking Remy’s seed right off.

  “Can smell both of you. It’s almost as good as blood.” The newborn sounded hungry.

  Newborns were always hungry.

  Too bad for the baby he wasn’t willing to let them eat his Remy.

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  BETWEEN GRYPHON’S little bit of information, his own experience with the company, and Clay’s ability to stare down perfect strangers and get them to spill their guts?

  They were finally out of the motherfucking hearse and moving across a kudzu-choked field, the four of them spread out and running toward what looked like a campground—lights and fires, maybe some boats. Shit, he wished he could’ve checked the place out in the sunlight.

  Sunlight.

  Fuck.

  Rage bubbled up in Vance again; those assholes stole that from him—the sunshine, his life, his home. Fucking everything.

  He growled, started moving faster. He was going to kill that son of a bitch.