Sweet Nectar

by Mackenzie Raye

  He moved his head to the side in what I assumed to keep my blood from entering his mouth. I had to do something fast.

  “Please feed off my wrists. It will save your life,” I whispered. A tear flew down my face and dripped off my chin. His head turned. He stared up at me. My eyes focused on the greenest eyes I’d ever seen. The man raised up his left hand and wiped my face. In my eyes, he appeared to be a gentle giant. “You need to eat so the poison stops racing through your body.”

  His facial expression changed into a look of confusion. Holy shit. He doesn’t understand English.

  “I understand English just fine, thank you,” he blurted out.

  “You read my thoughts?”

  “No, you spoke out loud.”

  “No, I didn’t,” I snorted. What a dipshit!

  “I resent that,” he uttered.

  “So, you are intruding in my mind. I have to warn you it isn’t safe in the mind of a witch,” I proclaimed.

  “Get away from me if you are a witch. What the hell kind of spells are you casting upon me?”

  “Nothing,” I exclaimed.

  “Really,” he said while pushing me off him, “then why am I naked and afraid of what might be happening here?”

  “Nothing other than me saving your life is going on here. I saved you from dying alone. If you look at your right arm, you will see why you need to drink my blood. The few drops I gave you will only last a short time,” I tried to explain. He moved his right arm up to place his hand before his face. His eyes opened wide while he stared at the black onyx-colored hand and fingers. “What have you done to me?”

  “I didn’t do this. A vampire did.”

  “You lying bitch. I barely believe in witchcraft. If it wasn’t for my station in the Caribbean while in the Marines, I wouldn’t know about voodoo and witchery,” he argued.

  “To be clear there is a difference between voodoo and wiccan beliefs,” I bellowed out.

  “Well, now you are talking crazy shit so what the hell do you expect? Vampires? Guess the next thing you are going to tell me is werewolves are real too,” he mocked the supernatural.

  “Yes. They are real. Just because most humans have never seen them doesn’t mean they don’t exist. Example, tossing the confederate flag under a rug to hide it because of the apparent implications it holds doesn’t mean at one time the United States didn’t allow slavery on huge plantations.”

  “What does that have to do with the price of eggs in China?” he asked.

  I smirked, “Humans tend to be gullible in nature, but I didn’t realize how dumb they actually were. Thank you for your service in the Marines and fighting for my freedom.”

  “Are you making fun of my service?”

  “No, Jarhead. I am thanking you from the depths of my heart. You are the reason I can live without being hung at the stake like those Massachusetts women wrongly accused several centuries ago,” I said while glancing up at him through my eyelashes. The room fell silent for a moment. The blackness spread down his muscular ribs to his pelvic area. “Listen, you may not believe in me or what I do, but please allow me to save your life.” I really hope it doesn’t go toward his nice package.

  “Holy shit. No, we don’t want this black, um crap to spread to my joystick,” he uttered out in panic.

  Joy stick. I want to find out how much joy it can bring.

  “Do you now?” he questioned with a smirk on his face. His green eyes sparkled. “What do we have to do to save my life?” I needed to stop thinking things he could listen in on. His powers are stronger than I expected for a freshly bitten vampire. My understanding was it took years for vampires to read minds.

  “You must suck on my wrist and drink my blood—”

  “Like a vampire?” he interrupted.

  “Exactly. You have been bitten. Two puncture marks on your neck indicate you were recently bit. On my way home I ran into a dark vampire with glowing red eyes. If it wasn’t for a werewolf, I would have been his next victim. Witch’s blood is addictive to vamps. Especially a good witch, like me,” I tried to explain. “I can understand your fear in not wanting to drink my blood. The last thing a human wants to learn is that he or she has to drink blood for the rest of their life.”

  “Yeah, that isn’t a turn on. I can suck on your neck for hours on end while making sweet passionate love to you, but my fiancée would have issues with it.” My heart felt like it had sunk down and out my ass. The man was taken; well of course, he was taken. All the good men were claimed by women. “What happens if I don’t drink your blood?”

  “In a matter of hours, you will be dead from the poison running through your body. Ambrose, the oldest vampire I know, explained to me you had to have fresh blood. After that I don’t know much. Just like humans we have disputes between different species.”

  “Do you have a loo I can use? I need a moment to digest all the information you have explained to me.”

  “Yes. Second door to the right. Carry a candle with you so the light won’t hurt your eyes. Um, what is your name?” I pondered for a name to call him. He looked like a Butch to me, but that name was rarely used.

  “Maddox Branson,” he answered, “but most people call me Mads or Brans. Mostly Mads because I tend to act a bit like some madman. War does that to you, you know?”

  “Yes, while my wars have been different than yours, I understand.” Vampires and witches fought to the death over land until two civilized members of each party wrote up a truce. The mutual agreement held in place with only a few radical patrons crossing boundaries. Evil was on the rise again. With every day that passed, another mass shooting took place. This group blamed that group. Satan controlled the mass majority of humans and creatures alike. “Maddox, I must warn you. Once you transition, you will be immortal. Your choice is death or immortality and never aging.”

  “Immortality. What a great thing to have in order to save the world for generations to come.” His words floated around my head.

  Chapter Two

  Maddox

  The lady beside me in bed with the long gorgeous almond hair wasn’t my fiancée, and I had to find a way out of this predicament before Aaryn found out about my evening. Come to think of it, what did happen this evening? I swung my legs over the opposite edge of where she sat on the bed. My head dropped down to see how close the poison trekked to my manhood. Curiosity got the best of me.

  “Nothing happened between the two of us, right?”

  “Really,” she screamed out like it was a crime to be with me.

  “I had to ask. I am madly in love with my fiancée, Aaryn. We, you and I, are in the same bed. A huge bed to boot. Not to mention, I am fucking naked as a jaybird. Aaryn is everything to me. Hell, if she knew about this, she’d kill me. Aaryn isn’t someone to fuck around on.”

  “If, and I mean if, we had sex, you’d remember it.”

  “Witch, what kind of spell did you place onto me?” I asked while feeling the need to take her as mine. Fuck her hard yet make passionate long lasting love to her. Claim her as mine. The overpowering urge to kiss her plump lips caused my heart to flutter a bit. While I knew Aaryn held a place in my heart, I wasn’t sure if this witch hadn’t stolen it from her. I desired to be inside her.

  “I haven’t done a damn thing to you other than giving you a dose of my blood to pull you out of the abyss.”

  “What?” I asked while jerking my head around to stare at her. Her back was to me. A raised, pink scar lined diagonal across her back. I assumed she’d been beaten with some kind of whip. My sensitive side wanted to cuddle with her. Somehow, I didn’t think she was the kind of girl who let a scar get her attention from a stallion like me. “That sweet nectar was your blood?”

  “Yes,” she answered. I gagged and choked on the mere thought of drinking her blood. Instead of getting sick, my body yearned for more of her delicious liquid. My feet hit the floor running as I took off in a hurry to the bathroom.

  A pale man stared back at me in the medici
ne cabinet mirror. I leaned on the bathroom sink. Her small petite body appeared in the doorway of the bathroom. “I am not sure what is wrong with you, other than the fact a vampire bit you and I am your only shot at life. While you might not get to be with your human fiancée, you’d still get to live.”

  “Do you not understand all of this is overwhelming my pea-size brain?” I snapped.

  Her head dropped immediately.

  My natural instinct took over. I wrapped my arms around her body and pulled her into my chest. She fought me off. This witch contained more strength than imaginable. One bad move and my hip caught the corner of the bathroom sink. Pain emitted from the spot, but instead of a bruise forming pure blackness formed a spot. “Come back, witch.”

  Nothing. She never responded to me. In a fit of rage, I slammed the door shut and closed my eyes. My mind slipped back to the beginning of the night.

  Jose, my best friend, and I headed out for a much-needed boy’s night out. All week he’d been bragging on how he found the love of his life. At times, it was downright sickening. Watching him gloat about this woman had me thinking. Did I do this when I found Aaryn? We hailed a cab so both of us could drink all night.

  Did she drug me and force me here from the club? Where is here? Damn it Mads, you’re slipping. You allowed a female to drag you home, strip you nude, and you know nothing about her. And do you believe all this paranormal crap she is spewing?

  My mind sent me back to the scene of the club. Jose flashed some kind of card from his wallet to the bouncer. I began flipping through my wallet to show my id. The huge wrestler-style bouncer waved us past. A female waitress strolled up and whispered something in Jose’s ear. Dancers filled a stage in the middle of the room. Music played. Two of the females hopped on the pole. My mouth gapped wide open. We were escorted past the stage area and up a flight of red-carpeted steps.

  One very beautiful woman opened a door to a private room. “Your room awaits you, Jose,” she said with a crooked smile on her face.

  “Thank you, Chantilly. How about a dance for your favorite customer?”

  “Later sugar, first we need to inspect your friend.”

  “Chantilly, this is Maddox. Mads for short. Mads this is one hell of a great woman, Chantilly.”

  “Jose, you brought me to a strip club?”

  “Chill out. You will be glad to be here in a few. Chantilly, can you get me two Whiskey Sours.”

  “Yes, sir. Ebony is on her way to you. I have never seen her react like a teenager like she does with you.”

  A tall, gorgeous blonde-haired female strolled up to interrupt the conversation happening between the two. “Enough, Chantilly. Bring me Sangria, my special blend. Scoot,” he ordered.

  “Yes, Mistress Ebony,” Chantilly said.

  “Oh, Chantilly. Is that how we dress when in my presence?”

  Chantilly dropped her head and shook it back and forth.

  “Then I suggest you lose that outfit before you return with our drinks. Make it snappy. I don’t want to have to punish you in front of our guest.”

  The thoughts of a woman punishing another woman turned me on. My cock twitched. Thank goodness for tight jeans; even though, I needed to adjust myself due to the tightness against my cock. We walked into the room where she pointed to our seats. Jose took the seat closest to the door leaving me the one in against the wall. Ebony picked up a remote of some kind. With a push of a few buttons, the wall disappeared and a glass wall appeared in its place.

  “Stand up, Jose.”

  He followed orders.

  “Do we dress like this at Midnight X?”

  “No, ma’am.”

  “Strip!” Her one-word command got him moving fast. Hell, it turned me on listening to her order him around. Ebony knew her job and did it well. A man entered the door. He nodded to her and stared down my best friend. This man creeped me out for he was only wearing a collar around his neck. “Meet my right-hand man, Edwin.”

  “Nice to meet you both. Now greet me the way, Ebony taught you last night, Jose. Punishment to come for not remembering,” Edwin rattled off. My best friend, the high school wrestling champion, jumped out of his chair and knelt on his knees before the towering man. What came next appalled me. A man kissing another man’s cock just wasn’t my thing. “Good boy. Now you.” He pointed to me.

  “No. I am not into the same sex thingy. If you guys want it, that is fine. To be honest, I didn’t come to this club to hook up. Only to support my best friend,” I explained. Edwin yanked Jose to his feet. Ebony strolled over to the men. “Sis, I do believe this man disobeyed our orders.”

  “Yes, brother. I believe so. Take that one out of here. Give him the choice. You know what to do. This one will be punished for his crimes against us.”

  In my eyes, Jose didn’t do anything wrong. Why wasn’t he standing up to them? Speaking out? This wasn’t my best friend. They did something to him, spiked his drink something.

  Chantilly arrived with our drinks. She too was naked. The waitress placed the drinks on the tables. Ebony placed a collar around Jose’s neck. “You are now considered my bitch.”

  “Yes, master.” My rowdy friend changed last weekend after visiting this club. In the past, he’d never let a woman have control of him.

  Chantilly walked over to the door, turned to face the room, dropped to her knees, and placed her hands on her thighs. Ebony smiled. “Good girl. I will reward you later.” The waitress listened and never responded.

  “Maddox, right?” Edwin asked.

  “Yes,” I answered with a strange feeling brewing deep inside my body.

  “I am going to ‘ask you’ or ‘tell you’ to greet me properly one more time,” Edwin demanded.

  “You have lost your fucking mind to think I am going to kiss your cock as some kind of greeting ritual where you get your rocks off,” I hissed.

  “Well, let me let you in on a small secret. In order to lick the kitties in his place, you must kiss the one-eyed snake.”

  “Go fuck yourself because I don’t even want to taste test the pussies in here. I am with someone and happy to be with her.”

  “Take him out back. Give him the choice. End of story. This one will get electric shock for his role in this,” Ebony instructed.

  “Yes, sister. You don’t have to be so fucking bossy. Chantilly, go grab me a tee-shirt and pair of jeans.” The waitress jumped on command and exited the door in a flash. My eyes bulged open with the kiss between the siblings. “Ebony, quickie.”

  She nodded and pushed a button. Straps locked me into the chair. I couldn’t move. Ebony crawled onto the couch. Edwin escorted Jose over to the end of the sofa and bent him over the arm. Jose’s face landed within inches of Ebony’s mound. My eyes closed momentarily. They jerked back open when a smack ran out.

  Chantilly returned to the room and positioned herself back in the way she had been before she left. I felt stuck in a sick porn movie casting my best friend as the man in the middle. Ebony’s moans grew louder with each slurp Jose made. Edwin pulled out a tube of lube. One squirt later he entered Jose’s anal cavity. My glare went back and forth between all the players and Chantilly. She appeared to be enjoying the show.

  After several hard thrusts, Edwin snapped his fingers at Chantilly. She jumped and ran to his side. Edwin pulled Jose up by the hair. “Get in behind Ebony and play with her clit so I get off in his ass.” Talk about blunt. “Jack-off, Jose.” The characters got into position. Moans and groans ran out. Ebony’s body quivered just moments before Edwin thrusted for the last time and collapsed on Jose’s back. My only thoughts were, what the fuck did I get involved in? My cock pushed against the tight jeans.

  Edwin pulled his slimy penis from Jose’s ass. Chantilly cuddled with Ebony. The two women made out in front of us guys. Nothing like two women fondling over each other to turn on a man. The only person who didn’t seem to enjoy this boob fondling was Edwin.

  “Return to your chair, Jose. You and your friend get a bonu
s scene while I shower.” Edwin strapped him in before darting out of the small room.

  I gawked like a teenager watching the girls change in the locker room through a peep hole. My cock yearned for more room to escape. It pulsated under my denim jeans. Ebony flipped over. Her head buried in Chantilly’s crotch excited me. At times, I witnessed Ebony sucking on Chantilly’s clit. Chantilly fondled her boobs. Just when I thought Chantilly was to explode with an orgasm, Ebony stopped and kissed her way back up to the nipples. One bite later blood squirted out and both women moaned while Ebony drank. Ebony’s free hand played with the slave’s clit. The most intense sexual arousal I ever witnessed.

  Pain brought me back to reality. During my flashback moment, my cock stiffened, and I cracked it against the cabinet. Fuck, that hurt.

  I looked down to see my toes turning black, but now I had a second problem. A rock-hard dick wanting attention. The best thing to reverse this other than sex was cold water. I turned on the faucet. Ice cold water exited. Grabbing a handful at a time, I poured it over top of my cock. Shrinkage happened immediately. I forced my mind back to earlier, for I had to know if the witch was involved from the beginning.

  The next scene to flash in my mind consisted of Edwin dragging me in shackles to the woods. We were in a place isolated from anyone finding me if something went wrong. Edwin wore jeans and a tee-shirt with Midnight X’s emblem on it. He stopped and turned to look at me. I smiled at him.

  “Are you ready to make a choice? Have sex with me, sexy.”

  “No.”

  “Are you ready to die?”

  “I am not having sex with you in order to stay alive.”