“May I be the first to hold him?” she crooned to the nurse.
The iron-haired nurse lifted one eyebrow as if to ask who the hell she was.
“I’m the child’s fairy godmother,” she said with a low chuckle. The nurse laughed, too.
“Why don’t you take him to his mother.”
Lorelai gently picked the hefty baby up—he weighed over nine pounds—and stared into his ice-blue eyes. He already possessed an awareness no other child would have. She placed her hand on his dark hair and laid the controlling spell. It was the first of many she would have to put in place to keep him from killing and assuming his role as a vampire caretaker. In her spell, she conveyed to William his need to look after Martha above all others and to act like a normal baby.
His skin had a pearlescent glow. As the spell took effect, the glow dimmed, but he was still a gorgeous child. The hefty nurse, her accomplice and the doctor crowded around Lorelai to stare at his swaddled form.
“I seen me a lot of babies in my time,” Dr. Sweetwater said. “But that is the most beautiful infant I have ever delivered. Why, he’s just darling. Look at his little face.”
“Him’s going to grow up to be quite the lady-killer,” the younger nurse said in baby talk. “I’m already in love.”
Lorelai shook her head. William’s looks and power would draw humans to him like flies. That was the job of a dhampir; finding food for their masters. But her task here was finished. The oh-so-luscious Tuco waited and Lorelai was on fire for his shifter body.
She handed William to Martha who opened her nursing hospital gown and placed the child to her small breast. William rolled his eyes to glance at Lorelai as he latched on to the full, pink nipple and began taking in nourishment.
Jax’s eyes were wide. Lorelai knew what he was thinking. He could see what William was. All supers would be able to recognize William. Thank God there were so few. Pia was entranced by the baby. She stroked his fine black hair as he nursed and cooed to Martha. “Oh, Marth, he’s the most beautiful baby ever. Lemme hold him when he’s done eating.”
Martha and Jax both gave Lorelai a glance loaded with questions. “Your child will be everything you desire for six months,” she whispered to Martha. “At that time, I will return to check on his progress.”
None of the staff paid any attention to this. They were busy cleaning up Martha, delivering the afterbirth and putting away much of the equipment that had not been needed. Lorelai patted Martha’s hand and shot out of the room. Her mood was dark. The child should never have been allowed to enter the world. Damn all foolish mortals and their overweening sense of right and wrong.
She flew into the waiting room, her heart fluttering wildly. Shelly met her at the door. “Go on in. They have her back in her room. Baby’s fine.”
Shelly released a breath he’d been holding since she walked in. “Oh thank God.”
He rushed out leaving her with Tuco. She grinned, a sly smile with her eyes half shuttered. He slowly walked to her, his green gaze fastened fixedly on her bouncing breasts. She reached up and stroked his strong jaw. “I have a lovely home not far from here.”
His voice was thick with desire. “Then we must go there immediately before I drag you into a closet and ravish you.”
“That would be unwise,” she whispered. “I make a lot of noise.”
He groaned and grabbed her small hand in his much larger one as they bolted down the hall toward the stairwell.
Chapter 15
Lorelai led Tuco into her tidy little bungalow. It was tucked between two bigger houses in the middle of Bothell. Huge fir trees towered over it, filling the yard and hiding the small house behind masses of greenery.
The entryway was carpeted in rich green as well and all the furniture was green. It was her favorite color. The minute they were inside the door, Tuco grabbed her in a crushing embrace, picked her up and kissed her. She hiked her dress up and wrapped her legs around his waist. As he carried her into the living room, she ripped his shirt off.
“You’re a shifter,” she whispered when he released her lips. “I want you.”
“What the hell are you?”
“Fairy,” she said with a giggle.
“You must be kidding.”
She stroked the smooth tan skin covering his chest muscles and he growled. “Nope,” she said and attacked his lips with her own. Their kiss was wild and passionate. He tore her dress off her shoulders releasing her breasts. They were as round and firm as fake ones, but they were her own magically-enhanced mams. He hefted one in a big hand and pulled away from their kiss.
“Your breasts are the loveliest I have ever seen. Your skin is like milk.” He kissed the smooth white flesh and inched toward the puffy pink nipple. When he took it into his mouth, sucking and nipping at the tender bud, Lorelai gasped. The sensations were so exquisite. Lightning shot from her nipple into her aching sex.
She popped her breast out of his mouth and stood up. Standing in front of him, she removed the torn dress and revealed she wore nothing under it. Her body was perfect, her hips round and her mound smooth. Fairies only have hair on their heads. Her clit swelled from between her thickened labia. Tuco groaned with desire.
“Come, my darling. To the boudoir.”
He took her hand and followed her to a bedroom furnished with sea-green curtains over huge windows and a large round bed.
“Strip,” she ordered from her position on the edge of the bed.
He rushed to get naked, yanking his pants off and his boxers. Lorelai got her first glimpse of his phallus and smiled. It was big, jutting from a nest of black hair. He moved closer to her and she spread her legs so he could stand between them. There was a fleeting moment where they just absorbed each other and then she grabbed his organ and shoved it into her mouth.
As she sucked, she closed her eyes and willed him to shift for her. She wanted his panther body to appear for just a minute. This was one of the reasons she loved shifters. Their animal selves hovered just under the surface of their personality and she could always pull it up.
His body shimmered and he gasped. “Woman, what are you doing?”
For a moment, his face was covered with sleek fur, his green eyes sparkling. He snarled, showing his fangs and then she allowed him to regain his humanity. His cock jumped in her mouth. Lorelai had skills. Her tongue was rough like a cat’s. She had him close to spewing in seconds.
“No, my darling, not yet.”
She slid up the bed taking him with her. He fell on her and plunged his huge cock into her waiting sex.
* * * *
Tuco’s brain was enveloped in a cloud of lust such as he’d never experienced in his life. The fairy, or whatever she was, had a perfect body. When he stabbed his aching organ into her, it was as though he was penetrating a virgin. Her passage was so tight, he had to push to enter her, push hard. He found one perfect pink nipple and sucked while he caressed her other breast. He’d never had a pair of tits like this in his hands before and he’d held a lot of them. Her skin was like silk, the flesh firm and she tasted like the most delicious wine.
When he finally penetrated her fully, he pushed her legs up and stared at her sex. It looked like a flower, the petals pink and moist around his shaft, her clit large and red like a cherry. He had to tear his gaze away. The sight of her ripe flesh was almost too much for him. The wet heat, the slickness of her passage, were all perfect. To stop himself from erupting, he rolled under her, putting her on top.
Lorelai smiled and lifted her breasts, pinching each nipple as she tugged on them. He groaned and covered her hands with his own. “You’re killing me.”
She reached between them, squatted on her heels and grabbed his cock. “I can make it last as long as you want.”
All he could do was nod as suddenly they were floating. She used his dick to pleasure herself, rubbing the engorged head on her own swollen flesh until she was panting and screaming. He couldn’t believe they were three feet above the bed. His a
ttention was torn between what she was doing with his dick and floating. When her orgasm was over, she shoved his throbbing cock back into her heat and rotated. He was on top again, her on the bottom with her legs wrapped around his waist. But they weren’t on the bed, they were suspended above it. He had nowhere to brace his feet and knees to thrust. She solved the problem by wiggling her butt. He closed his eyes, grabbed the round globes of her ass and squeezed, moving her back and forth.
She slowly allowed them to descend. When they were on the bed again, he pulled out of her and pressed his face into her sex. It smelled like she tasted, like fine wine and aroused woman. His nostrils expanded as he took her clit in his mouth and sucked. Lorelai screamed and grabbed his head. “Harder, suck harder,” she gasped.
He sucked her outer and inner lips and her clit as he slowly slid his finger into her anus. He could feel her trembling as her legs stiffened and she arched her back. The screaming started again, along with moaning and panting. He knew she was close when she pushed his head away. “In, put it in,” she gasped.
“I would love that.” His dick had never been this hard in his life. He felt like it was going to explode. He shoved it back into her slippery passage and covered her body with his own.
“Fuck me hard, you animal.” Her voice was thick with desire.
He slammed her to the bed and pounded into her. She wrapped her legs around him and held him tightly. “You want to come?” she whispered into his ear.
“With you,” he managed to say.
“Oh, yes.”
Whatever hold she had on his completion suddenly released. She shrieked and clutched him as he erupted into her. His brain went blank as his body pulsed with the strongest orgasm of his life and her passage contracted rhythmically around his cock. He froze, unable to move, his body bucking and throbbing with intense pleasure.
“Maybe we made a baby,” she said as she fell onto the pillows. “Shifters are the only creatures that can father a child on a fairy. It’s one of the reasons we desire them so much.”
He collapsed next to her. All he could do was croak. “A baby? You wish to bear my child?”
She chuckled, a low sound deep in her throat. “I wish to bear a child. I am very old and have never been able to conceive.” She traced his jaw with her full lips. “We must keep trying. I know the task will be onerous, but you must help me in this.”
He grabbed her and rolled her under him taking one of her swollen nipples in his mouth. “Very onerous.”
He had just entered her for the second time when he felt Enrique. He froze on top of her.
“What’s wrong?” she asked.
“My brother. We are twins. I always know when he’s in trouble.” He slid out of her and started pulling on his pants. “I must go to him. He was supposed to be staying with the vampire, Targ Erikson. He was supposed to be watching over him.”
Lorelai leaped to her feet and was immediately clothed in a sea-green dress that shimmered and clung to her curves. “I’ll drive you.”
Chapter 16
Enrique’s head rested on Targ’s shoulder. They sat on the couch in Jax’s apartment looking at the garden. Jax’s little dog, Stubby, had found his way onto the couch and snuggled next to Enrique. Every once in a while, he’d stare at Targ and growl.
“He knows what I am,” Targ said with a sigh. “Even dogs despise vampires.”
“No,” Enrique whispered. “You are good. No one will despise you.”
A sudden gust of cold air enveloped them. Enrique gasped and looked up as the dog began barking hysterically. The most hideous apparition imaginable stood behind the couch grinning. Targ leaped to his feet and shoved Enrique behind him.
“Balam, take me. Leave him alone.”
A red stone set into an oval medallion hung around his neck on a leather cord. Enrique recognized the picture on the medallion. It was of the Temple of the Mask in Tikal. The man’s tattoos were intricate and frightening. His black hair was pulled into a top knot. He looked the picture of primitive evil. Enrique’s heart pounded in his chest and then the Mayan smiled, revealing his fangs and Enrique shifted.
His clothes tore as his body contorted. He screamed and it came out as the roar of a panther. It took only a few seconds and he leaped onto the priest, raking the vampire’s chest with razor-sharp claws.
The Mayan didn’t struggle. He held one hand out and a thunderous mass of air crashed into Enrique, sending him tumbling into the glass doors of the balcony. Targ attacked his maker and received a tremendous smack for his efforts that sent him flying into Enrique who had shifted back into human form.
The little dog attacked Balam’s foot and received a kick that sent him sprawling. He shook, righted himself and shot up the stairs to the bedrooms.
Balam laughed as he grabbed Enrique’s arm. “Thank you, my child, for delivering to me my heart’s desire. For this gift, I grant you life.” He snatched Enrique off the floor and prepared to leave. Enrique struggled, kicking and growling as his body kept trying to shift. Even though he knew he was helpless against the vampire in that body, he wanted to change.
“Struggle all you like, little jaguar. The gods like their sacrifices filled with spirit.”
Enrique snarled, his hand turned into a paw and he clawed Balam’s face. Thick, red blood seeped from deep wounds. Balam clapped his hand to his cheek and looked at the blood. “No more,” he said and clouted Enrique in the head.
* * * *
Targ could not just stand there and watch as Balam stole his lover away. His fangs were already out. As Balam opened the balcony doors, he tackled him. Balam dropped Enrique who scrambled over the rail, changed into a panther and ran.
Balam slammed Targ through the wall. He couldn’t believe he felt no pain. But by the time he rebounded, Balam was over the railing and after Enrique. Targ hesitated. Balam would take Enrique back to the house by the lake. Should he follow? He was helpless against Balam’s power. The ancient vampire was unbelievably strong.
Targ followed them over the balcony and headed for the hospital. He knew Jax would be there with Martha and Pia. Tuco left with them as well. Maybe Enrique’s brother would be there, too. Something had to be done. They had to find Enrique. Targ’s heart ached as he ran toward the hospital through the eternal Seattle rain. It was light mist that washed the bloody tears off his cheeks.
As he ran down Terminal Street toward Providence Regional, Targ stopped. Something pulled at him. A terrible creeping feeling ran up his spine into his skull and his skin began to warm uncomfortably. He lifted his head and looked east. Over the trees, heavy clouds were just turning a lighter gray at the edges. Dawn.
Fear filled him; dread of the unknown. What would happen to him if he was outside when the sun came up? Did he have to be inside a coffin? Could he sleep in other places?
The hospital was only two miles away, but he couldn’t risk it. He turned and ran for his house and safety. He had to.
When he ran into the driveway, smoke drifted from his clothes and his exposed skin. He was burning alive. He raced to the shed behind the house where he kept all his gardening equipment, threw the lawnmower aside and kicked grass clippings and years of debris off the lid of the ancient root cellar. He’d never used it. It was damp and filled with spiders.
The lid came up and he saw with his excellent vision the cellar was lined with shelves of old mason jars. Empty burlap sacks and empty bushel baskets littered the dirt floor. He dove down the steps, yanked the lid closed and collapsed in a heap, unconscious before his body hit the ground.
* * * *
Tuco and Lorelai sped through the rain slick streets of Everett. “Should we try the hospital?” she asked.
Tuco closed his eyes. “He’s in terrible trouble wherever he is.” Tears leaked out of his eyes. He’d never felt fear from his brother like this before. “We left him with that vampire in your gay friend’s apartment. The creature probably attacked him. I should have killed him. I knew it.”
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��Stop it, my darling. Quit beating yourself up. We’ll find him.”
“We must search Jax’s apartment first. That’s where I left him. We can’t just drive around aimlessly and I do not believe him to be at the hospital with Sequeros. He would not be this terrified.” Tuco grabbed his throat, then wrapped his arms around his body. “My poor brother, he’s very, very frightened. I am overwhelmed.”
Lorelai laid a comforting hand on his arm. He felt her warmth and something passed from her to him. Inside, a nugget of sanity slowly spread from his stomach, filling his veins with calm. “Yes, we must go to the apartment.”
They arrived with the rain pouring down in sheets. The sun was up, but it was still dark out. The heavy clouds blocked all but the tiniest amount of sunlight.
Tuco raced up the stairs to the apartment and pounded on the door. Lorelei was right behind him. “There’s no one inside,” she said.
He lifted an eyebrow and she shrugged. “I just know.”
“Can you get in?”
“Hang on a minute.”
In one second she went from full-size fairy to tiny little being. She flew around the apartments and minutes later, regenerated to normal, she opened the door. “Something terrible happened here,” she said.
A tiny brown and white dog quivered against her legs. She scooped him up and laid a hand on his head. “The dog says one of them turned into a big black cat and leaped over the balcony. He says there were two of the undead here and they both left the same way.”
Tuco raged around the apartment. He felt completely impotent. His anger was directed at himself and whoever took his brother. If Lorelai hadn’t touched his heart with her calming spell, he’d have torn the place apart. “Where do we go? How can we find Enrique? That cursed vampire is gone as well. He must have had a hand in this. And who is the other vampire the dog told you about? Is it the Mayan?”
“I don’t know. Could be.”
Lorelai wandered around the living room and the kitchen touching things. She lifted the silver chain that had restrained the vampire with one finger. The slick metal slithered onto the table. She found a coloring book and saw something written on it in crayon but in adult handwriting. “This is an address on Lake Union. It’s close to the Capitol Hill District. Maybe this is where Targ’s maker lives.”
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