An Angel Among Vampires

by M. Cheykota

  Samuel mutters. “Very nice.”

  His hands are exploring my body as thoroughly as his tongue is. I moan in delight. He flips me over onto my stomach then pulls my hips back towards him. My round backside fits snuggly against his crotch. I can feel his roughened hands rubbing up and down my back, following the kisses he is planting up and down my spine. Goose bumps break out all over my body as his warm breath dries the wetness from his kisses.

  He unlatches my bra and lets it slowly fall down my shaky arms revealing my full breasts. My nipples barely brush the smooth satin coverings on the bed; hardening them and making me squirm with desire. I can feel his tongue running over my back, carving the outline of my shoulder blades and the contour of my spine, down to my buttocks. My breathing gets shallow as his tongue glides along the top of my g-string, occasionally dipping into the valley between my butt cheeks. He captures the g-string between his teeth and pulls my panties lower down my legs, careful not to pull them low enough to expose myself to him. He continues his exploration of my body with his tongue finding its way all over my backside. My heart is pounding and I am soaking wet with need. Finally, he pulls my panties down to my knees then pushes me flat against the bed. He eases my expensive panties down my legs before he tosses them aside.

  How courteous for him not to rip off my expensive panties. Although… I wouldn’t have minded if he did.

  His eyes darken with need, as most Weres’ eyes do when they are aroused. He lifts me back onto my hands and knees in the middle of the bed, and then plunges his face directly into my wetness. I gasp in surprise then moan in pleasure as his tongue begins exploring and tasting me. I can feel the growl low in his throat on my clitoris. The vibration of his growl plus the rough pressure of his tongue is enough to send me spiraling to my orgasm. My body bucks against his face, slamming his tongue deeper and deeper inside of me.

  The rolls of my orgasm finally begin to subside. As my breathing returns to a more normal rhythm, he climbs from his knees beside the bed and walks around the bed to stand in front of me.

  He unzips his pants, which allows his straining erection to pop free. He grabs me tightly at the back of my neck and pulls me close for a passionate and sloppy kiss. I can taste my juices on his lips and tongue. He groans and pulls back from the kiss and guides my head towards his crotch.

  I kiss my way down his body. Digging my nails into his chest, I drag my nails down his body leaving deep nail marks along the way. He hisses in painful arousal. His manliness bounces in excitement. I kiss the end of his erection before wrapping my fingers around the base, cupping his balls in my other hand. He watches me as my tongue runs over the vein on the underside of his shaft. I extend my fangs and carefully, brush them against his soft and velvety skin. I use the sharp point from one of my fangs to cut a small line along the length of his dick. I reluctantly retract my fangs and run my tongue over the fresh blood on his length. My mouth covers the head as I pull him into my mouth. I increase my suction of him, swallowing the blood in my mouth, as my left hand teases his balls. My right hand is working up and down his shaft as his body heals the wound I created. Samuel throws his head back and howls as he releases his orgasm into my mouth.

  After he takes a couple of deep breaths, he grabs me roughly by the legs and flips me onto my back. I let out a girlie yelp of surprise before he climbs on top of me, kissing down my body.

  I reach out to the nearby bowl of condoms, grabbing a handful of them. He stands so he can push his pants the rest of the way down and step out of them. I have a condom prepared for him before he makes it back onto the bed.

  Slightly confused he raises an eyebrow in question. “Why do you insist we always need a condom? Neither of us needs to worry about diseases. It feels better without, so why use a condom?”

  Not sure what excuse to use, I sit up defiantly. “Either you wear the condom or this rendezvous is over.” I did not really want it to be over, but I can’t risk getting pregnant by anyone or anything.

  “Okay, relax. It’s no big deal. I’ll wear the condom.”

  I give him an apologetic but firm look before sliding the condom on his dick for him. The brief interruption does not hinder his sex drive at all so we pick up right where we left off.

  He raises my knees to my chest and guides his well-sized and very thick hardness inside of me in one fluid motion. He uses long, slow strokes to work in and out of me at first. My moans become louder and louder the deeper he pushes into me. He spreads my legs wide, looking down at where we join, he watches himself pound inside of me until his rhythm begins to falter. He pulls out of me quickly and climbs off the bed. Pulling gently on my hand, he guides me to the mirrors on the wall closest to us. He turns me towards the mirror then stands behind me.

  “Watch me.” He demands while locking eyes on my body in the mirror.

  He slides into me from behind and my hands fall onto the mirror in front of me to keep me from falling into it. We both watch each other, as his body slams into me hard. He thrusts into me deeper with every stroke. His hands roam up and down my body, caressing and squeezing my ample breasts as we continue to rock against each other. Both of our breathing seems to be getting closer to panting. My nipples are on fire from the pressure of his pinches and I am at the edge of my release. He howls his release as his rhythm changes and slams into me hard, triggering my release.

  We walk the few steps backwards and collapse onto the bed, waiting for our breath or voices to return to us. I recover first, making my way to the en suite bathroom to clean up. As I am showering in the large stall, I hear Samuel enter the bathroom still undressed. I finish up quickly, climb out of the shower, kiss him on the cheek, and grab the towel on the rack next to him. He pulls me against him, kissing me back more passionately then releases me so he can take his shower.

  Within fifteen minutes, we are both dressed and ready to return downstairs. He slides a small wad of large bills inside my bra and kisses me on the cheek before we leave the room. We are walking down the hallway and pause long enough for Samuel to return the key to Link waiting at the end of the hall. Samuel puts his long arm over my shoulder as we walk to the bar together. Mack gives us our drinks and we sit at Samuel’s reserved table in the VIP section near the dance floor. We laugh, talk, dance and make out for a little while longer. Receiving the uncomplicated sex he came to the club for, Samuel thanks me again before leaving the club for the night.

  Chapter 14

  I decide to return to the bar for another drink. As I am glancing around the room, I notice an extremely good-looking, well-dressed man near the entrance of the club, standing at the top of the stairs. My eyes follow his movement as he crosses the room and sits at the table near the back of the club close to the VIP section. His eyes skim the crowd until his gaze locks with mine. The man nods in acknowledgement and I smile back at him. I give him my back and turn back towards the bar, sipping on the drink Mack prepared for me.

  Lainie appears at my side and bumps her hip against mine. “Hey girl, how are things going? I saw you disappear upstairs to the private rooms with Samuel, so spill.”

  We sit near the bar and gossip about my encounter with Samuel nursing our drinks. Occasionally glancing over my shoulder, I notice the handsome man discretely watching us when he thinks we are not paying attention. Ignoring his glances, I finish talking to Lainie about my encounter with Samuel. After some more idle talk, I ask her if she knows anything about the gorgeous man that keeps glancing our way.

  Using her superior spying on good-looking men skills, she gets a good look at him without looking obvious. She eyes him appreciatively but does not recognize him. She offers to find out more information about him and get back with me tomorrow. Minutes later, she moves back into the heart of the dance floor.

  I check my cell phone for any messages and notice I have an email. Going online on my cell phone, I check my encrypted email account. The email is from a client requesting a meeting tomorrow. I send a quick reply informing the client I
would meet with him at one of my favorite deli’s at noon for lunch. As I am putting my cell phone back in my black Dior purse, I feel the cool power of a vampire’s presence at my back.

  I grab my slender, silver knife embedded inside the lining of my purse. Trying to move as nonchalantly as possible, I remove the knife from the purse and hold it against the inside of my forearm.

  “That will not be necessary.” The vampire standing right behind me says close to my ear in a soft whisper. His voice is like chocolate pouring over my skin. The husky, velvety tone penetrates my skin down to my bones. His power is barely noticeable but it still makes the hair on my forearms stand up.

  I swing around with the knife palmed in my right hand poised directly over his heart, the tip barely touching his shirt.

  The vampire is a few inches taller than I am, just below six feet tall. He has dark brown, wavy hair with emerald green eyes. His honey kissed skin looks golden against his dark eyebrows and hair. His plump, kissable lips are inches away from mine, shaped in a closed-lipped smile. His upper body is wider than his waist, but not in an overly exaggerated kind of way. His dark, long-sleeved, dress shirt is a hunter green color, Italian cut, bringing out the darker streaks in his eyes.

  He is standing so close I can tell he recently fed because I can feel body heat radiating from him. Our eyes meet and I feel myself begin to fall into those emerald green eyes. A spark somewhere deep inside me ignites. The sensation it invokes instantly drenches my lace panties. I feel his power flare up and wash over me creating cool, little electric shocks all over my body. Breaking his gaze leaves me breathless.

  When I do catch my breath, I notice he is examining my knife with curiosity and my hands are by my side.

  “Hey, give me that back.” I snap at him, snatching the knife out of his hands.

  He raises an eyebrow in mock surprise then lowers his hands to his sides. “Please forgive me. I was merely admiring the quality of your blade. I meant no offense.”

  “Humph. Well, I don’t like people touching my stuff without asking first, especially vampires I don’t know.” I snarl at him.

  “Allow me to introduce myself. I am Christien Aleran.” He says, gently lifting my left hand to his mouth placing the gentlest brush of his lips across my knuckles.

  I think I actually sway on my feet, although I will never admit it to anyone.

  A smile spreads across my lips before I realize what is happening and I snatch my hand out of his. I resist the urge to rub my hand on my micro skirt since I can still feel his touch lingering. “What are you doing to me?”

  “Whatever do you mean?” He says amusingly.

  I frown at him. “You are using some sort of vampire powers on me.”

  “I am not doing anything to you. You are attracted to me as I am to you. Our souls are responding to our mutual attraction to each other.” He says coolly.

  “What? That is such a load of bull! How arrogant can you be to assume I am attracted to you? Whatever you are doing, just stop. There will never be anything between us so just stay away from me and I’ll stay away from you.” I turn to walk away and he touches my arm softly to stop me.

  “Why not?” He asks, ignoring my rant.

  “Why not, what?” Giving him a disbelieving look, I glance at his hand on my arm.

  He drops his arm to his side and repeats his question. “Why can there not be anything between us?”

  “You’re a vampire, and I don’t date vampires, at all.” I announce firmly.

  Turning back towards the bar, I shake off the feeling of loss from his touch.

  Suddenly by my side, he continues talking, ignoring my attempts of dismissal. “Why do you not date vampires?”

  Annoyed and extremely aroused, I respond firmly. “Stop following me.”

  He smiles at me deviously.

  I frown again before continuing on my way down the bar waving at Mack as I get closer.

  “You did not answer my question.” He states plainly.

  “You’re right. I didn’t.”

  “May I buy you a drink?” He offers, unrelenting in his pursuit of me.

  “What part of ‘not interested’ did you not understand?” I ask in surprised by his persistence.

  “But you are interested. Why do you continue to deny the attraction between us?”

  “Look, Christien. You seem like a decent vampire.” I continue, heavy with sarcasm. “There are a lot of good vampires, Weres or others that may be interested in hooking up with a vampire. Go bug one of them.”

  “May I at least know your name?”

  “No.” I say as Mack walks over to me with the cooler of bagged blood.

  I thank Mack before brushing past Christien, heading for the front door. I wave good-bye to Blixen on my way outside. It takes all my will power not to turn around and see the gorgeous vampire I know is watching me leave.

  Within fifteen minutes, I am standing at my front door after driving home from the club. As paranoid as I am, I usually search the neighborhood twice before driving into my garage. In my line of work, you can never be too careful.

  As a mercenary, the competition is always looking to off a competitor. My competition has already torched the apartment complex I was living in prior to moving here, hoping to get rid of me. Fortunately, I wasn’t home at the time. When a person lets their guard down, they become vulnerable.

  A person is as weak as the people they trust. Therefore, I live alone, trust no one and stay unattached. As much as I like Tyler, we really aren’t that close. Granted, he does know things about me that I have never told anyone except my best friend Roman, but he doesn’t know everything. He doesn’t know the truth about me. The lack of knowing more about me may save his life someday.

  It’s not a secret that I am a vampire. I willingly allow everyone to think I am a vampire. Hell, I encourage it. The less people suspect I am anything other than a vampire, the better off I am. What no one knows, except Roman, is that I’m half angel too. That kind of information is lethal for me if someone found that out about me.

  With the cooler in my left hand, I unlock and open my front door and walk inside, listening carefully for any sounds. Hearing only silence, I shut and lock the door behind me. Most mercenaries don’t believe in alarms. They feel invincible and believe no one can get to them. I am not one of those mercenaries. I have three steel deadbolts on my front door and have a top of the line alarm system with a silent trigger. Well, it is silent to human ears. The frequency is set at a pitch so high, only someone with non-human ears can hear it. My windows are all dual pane windows that are UV treated, bulletproof, and are one-way viewable glass. I can see out, but no one can see in. My truly dedicated, encrypted phone lines are for my privacy. All the walls are steel reinforced and soundproof.

  Hey, I sometimes like to listen to loud, rock music at 3am without a visit by the cops. I also like the thought of being able to shoot an intruder without my neighbors waking up.

  Along with having enough weapons and ammunition for a small army hidden underground in my basement, I can truly feel comfortable and secure with all my security measures.

  Life for a half-angel, half-vampire mercenary, really does get lonely at times. I may be secure and comfortable at home, but it is not the same comfort as someone’s arms around my body, holding me when I have had a bad day.

  Placing the cooler of blood on the counter, I press the ‘ON’ button on my previously prepared coffeemaker in the kitchen and make my way upstairs. After a quick shower, I skip the lingerie and put on a blood red, silk kimono robe with matching slippers.

  Since I do not even walk around my own house unarmed, I grab a couple of slim silver stakes with decorative, ceramic handles to prevent the silver from burning my hands, fold my hair up on top of my head, and slide the stakes into the knot, pinning my hair in place.

  The aroma of coffee drifts into my nose, perking me up instantly. I grab the cooler of blood that I left on the counter prior to taking my shower. I put t
he blood away before making myself a cup of coffee and settling on the couch in front of my laptop.

  After waiting for my laptop to boot up, I check my email and find two new emails. I open the first message to find another request for my services.

  The client requests that I log into a secure server to obtain the information on my mark. I log on to the internet, check my bank account, and verify that this new client has already deposited my fee into my account before I’ve even had a chance to accept or deny the job. Before downloading the information on my mark, I open the second email and find it is an email from Tyler. I open it up and it reads:

  Hey you,

  I talked to my friend tonight and he is willing to talk. Meet us for dinner at IHOP tomorrow at 6pm.

  Later,

  T.

  Wow! When did I become so popular?

  I delete Tyler’s email and log on to the server as my newest client requests in order to download the information on the mark. As the information is downloading, I finish off my lukewarm coffee. I rinse the cup in the sink and walk back over to the laptop screen to see a face I am not expecting. It is the vampire from Blixen, Christien Aleran.

  “Well, well.” I say aloud. “This will be a mark I may actually enjoy taking out.”

  I print out the necessary information along with the instructions from the client and delete everything else. I set my sweeper program to make sure the system runs an erase program over the file ten times to ensure it cannot be recovered before the system shuts down.

  I take the papers I printed on Christien upstairs with me to my bedroom. Lying on top of my covers on my stomach, I thumb through the information the client gave me on him. The client wants Christien delivered to them alive.

  Hmm. That’s different.

  The client also requests the contract to be complete by Saturday.