Hungry Cowboy

by Charlize Starr

  “I have another petition proposal. Stop by later tonight,” she said, as she opened her door and shut it right in his face, before he could say anything more.

  For a moment, she stared at nothing, thinking of the pain on his face, and then she sank to the floor with tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn’t love him… Not when he was on the path of condemning them all to death.

  Chapter Three

  Lee stared up at the marble building before him, his teeth clenched together in determination. This time, they’d listen to him. This time, he’d convince them to send help. This time, Calissa would be proud of him and wouldn’t regret having sex with him in the morning. Steeling himself, he pushed open the door and stepped into the gloom of the hallway.

  “Back again, Mr. Dameron?” called the soft, almost papery voice of the near-fossilized vampire who ran the front desk. Alucard’s blind eyes followed Lee as easily as if he could still see, and he lifted a wrinkled, withered hand to point in the direction of the Council.

  “They are in there, but be warned, Mr. Dameron. They are growing tired of your… less than satisfactory attempts to gain their favor,” Alucard said.

  Lee didn’t care to ask what he meant, nor did he allow the words to stop him from throwing open the previously closed, heavy, wooden doors to the Council room. The doors swung forward and banged against the wall with a low, echoing thud that forced all four pairs of eyes to turn and look at him.

  “Lee,”

  “Viktor, Arjin, Angulic, David,” Lee said, greeting each of the Council members in turn with a deep bow. As he did this, he clutched tightly at the parchment roll in his hands, internally telling himself that he needed to get this right.

  “What is it this time, Lee?” snapped Arjin, an old vampire with the worst temperament of the four of them. “Haven’t you disturbed us enough?”

  “Quiet, Arjin. We are required to hear him ou—”

  “No, Viktor. He’s right. He continuously comes back to plead the same shamble of a case, and for what?” Angulic muttered, her eyes flashing in irritation as she eyed Lee.

  “Please... This is important!” Lee stammered, but even the soft-spoken David was shaking his head. Three against one was enough to leave Viktor scratching at his head.

  “I’m sorry, Lee. The majority has spoken. We won’t hear this case again. You are denied the Council’s support in your alleged war against humanity.

  “But it isn—”

  “Silence!” Arjin cut in as he got to his feet and advanced on Lee, robes billowing out behind him in his haste. “Leave us at once!”

  Lee didn’t back down, but he did look between Arjin and Viktor, pleading silently for the older vampire’s help. When none came, he sighed, shoulders hunched in defeat, and stepped backward with a bowed head. “I understand.”

  When no response was offered past that, Lee made his departure from both Council room and building, before he leaned against his car and looked towards the midnight sky. What was he supposed to tell Calissa now? He’d failed her again.

  More importantly, what was he supposed to do about his coven? He’d been all but been banished from the presence of the Council. If his coven seriously needed help, even more than it did now, he wouldn’t be able to present a case to them. They were cut off.

  It meant there was only one thing he could do, but he wasn’t going to like it. Biting against his lip until he tasted blood on his tongue, he pulled both blank parchment and pen from his pocket and began to write a new petition.

  They’d listen to him after this.

  Chapter Four

  It was nearly dawn by the time Lee stumbled into Calissa’s office. She’d been pacing the majority of the night, too anxious to hear what the Council had to say about her request for militant aid. She’d written the entire plan out this time, instead of relaying it orally to Lee, in the hope that he wouldn’t screw it up.

  She remembered how badly the first time had gone. They’d been friends then, and she’d insisted on coming with him to hear what the Council had to say. She’d come as an ambassador of sorts, and he had presented the plan as an offensive eradication of the entire human race instead of a defensive against the select few who hunted them. It had insulted the Council so terribly, that a prince of a coven would suggest killing all of the food that they, as a species, had, that they’d thrown him out immediately.

  She had been furious, and since that point their relationship had suffered and blossomed all at the same time. They’d become more than friends, but she hated him deeply for the destruction a single conversation had caused.

  “Calissa,” Lee called out to her, timid and hesitant, so incredibly unlike his domineering “I get what I want” type personality that Calissa actually paused to wonder what was wrong.

  “You can come in, you know,” she said, gesturing for him to sit in the chair he claimed to be so fond of. She’d always suspected it was because he still genuinely enjoyed being in her presence, despite how rude she could be to him.

  To her surprise, Lee did exactly what she’d said, going so far as to sit in the chair. Something was definitely wrong if he was taking orders instead of blatantly defying them.

  “What happened, Lee?” she asked, as she sat across from him at her desk, expecting the worst. Had the Council excommunicated them? Had they condemned the entire coven to exile?

  Lee looked her dead in the eye as he handed her the roll of parchment he’d been clutching to his chest like a lifeline.

  Slowly, she took it from him and unrolled it, before reading it out loud. “As decreed by the Lords of the Vampire Council, Arjin, Viktor, Angulic and David, we hereby renounce Lee Dameron from his title of Prince of the Northern Isles Coven.”

  Briefly, Calissa flicked her eyes up to find Lee picking at the fabric of the chair arm, as though he was trying hard not to pay any attention. “Is this true?” she asked, not wanting to believe it. She knew he was incompetent when it came to dealing with people above his head, like the Council or other coven princes, but this?

  “Keep reading,” Lee demanded, the faintest spark of his usual self breaking through with the command and, for once, bringing a smile to her lips, if only faintly.

  Taking a deep breath, she continued. “Effective immediately, full power over the Northern Isles Coven shall be granted to Calissa Gerb—No. No! Lee, I…” she blinked a few times and looked at her desk as if the organized space would reveal to her why this was happening. “I don’t want this! I never… I-I…”

  “Calissa,” Lee said, his eyes finally meeting hers. Pain and acceptance battled deep in his dark irises and, slowly, he got to his feet. His entire demeanor was different. His cockiness and arrogance had dissipated. “I said, keep reading,” he whispered, as he plucked the parchment from between her fingers.

  “Full power of the Northern Isles Coven shall be granted to Calissa Gerber, and she will, from this point, be recognized as the princess. We also grant an in-person visit to Princess Calissa and her coven, to hear about and witness the alleged attacks on the coven by human vampire hunters. Should such evidence be presented that the entire Council is in agreement, the Council Guard shall be deployed to the territory of the Northern Isles, with the single task of eradicating the human hunters, and the human hunters only,” Lee finished.

  The entire time he was reading, an eerie calm had settled over him, and it bothered Calissa that he seemed so ready to accept what the Council had decreed. “You can’t just… accept this! You’re the prince! Not me!”

  “Of course I accept it,” Lee said, as he looked at her steadily. “It was my idea.”

  Chapter Five

  Calissa looked as though she’d been punched in the gut. Her mouth gaped open and her eyes had flown wide, yet she said nothing. Instead, she stared at Lee as if he’d grown a second head.

  “Listen to me before you say anything,” Lee snapped, irritation flashing in his eyes as he slammed his hands down on her desk, glaring daggers at her. “I don
’t like this any more than you do. I didn’t want to give up my place, but something’s got to be done about these humans and the Council won’t hear any more about this issue from me.” As he said this, he stepped back from the desk and began to pace, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he did so.

  “I’m trying to do what’s right here, Calissa,” he sighed, the intensity dying in his eyes. It left him defeated and hunched once more, and he sank back into the chair with a groan.

  “I can’t get through to Arjin. Or Angulic, or David for that matter. The only one still willing to listen to me at all is Viktor. If it hadn’t been for him, we wouldn’t have gotten even this far. They’ve agreed to come here, Calissa. They’ve agreed to listen to you.” His tone was urgent and soft, even as he held his head in his hands.

  “I… I don’t think I can do this,” Calissa said. Already her heart pounded in her throat at the thought of speaking for an entire coven of vampires to the leaders of their entire species. If it frightened her now, there was no way she’d be able to talk to them when they showed up.

  To her surprise, Lee got to his feet once more, the intensity returning twice over. Sucking in a deep breath, he slapped her across the face, eyes hard. “Snap out of that. Cut your crap, Calissa. If you can’t do it, then get out of here while I try to save your people.”

  Lee hadn’t hit hard, it barely even stung, but tears still stubbornly glazed over her vision. Standing up straight, she met his gaze as an equal and grit her teeth. This had been what she’d yelled at him for all this time. Whether she liked it or not, this was her job, and she was going to do this for the coven. And for Lee.

  “Alright,” she whispered. “I can do this. When… When the Council comes, I’ll be ready to show them just how devastating the human hunters are.”

  She’d turned away from Lee as she spoke, to look up at the stained glass window behind her in an attempt to find her resolve, but she quickly turned to face him again and took his hand in her own.

  “But, Lee,” she began, bringing his hand to her ruby lips and kissing against his knuckles softly. “I’m going to need your help with this.”

  “Of course, my lady,” Lee agreed, as he went down on one knee and looked up to her. “I have always been, and always will be, first and foremost, yours to do with as you wish.”

  As he rose to his feet, Calissa pulled him forward into a fierce kiss, the likes of which they hadn’t shared since he’d spoken to the Council that very first time.

  His hand tangled in her curly hair and gripped the back of her head, pulling her ever closer, while his other arm wrapped firmly around her waist to keep her flush against his chest, and, as they kissed, his long-dead heart soared from his chest in happiness.

  “As long as I have you to do this with,” Calissa whispered against his lips, once they’d broken apart for breath, “I can do anything.”

  Chapter Six

  The trip up to Lee’s bedroom was a blur of kissing and tugging on clothing. Had he had his way, he’d have taken Calissa right then and there in her office, but she’d stubbornly insisted.

  “Why did it take you so long to love me again?” he breathed, as her fangs struck deep against his jugular and her hands clawed desperately at his torso to keep him pulled close. He moaned as his blood left his body, the heat it caused shooting straight to his groin.

  Calissa pulled off of his neck with a soft, wet smack of her bloodied lips, and immediately pressed a hungry kiss against his lips. “I never stopped loving you,” she whispered, with a shudder, as one of Lee’s hands slid from her hip, across her stomach and into the black, lace panties that did little to cover her.

  His fingers worked small, quick circles against her clit that left her entire body bucking up against his hand and a soft, keening moan spilling from her lips. It didn’t take long for her to find his neck again and bite against it, sucking deep, claiming marks against the pale expanse of his throat, collarbone and shoulders; anything her lips could reach she laid claim to until, with a fast jerk of Lee’s fingers, her body spasmed in a weak orgasm.

  “Done so soon?” Lee teased, as he pressed her back against the bed and lightly rubbed his thigh between her legs. As he spoke, and her body began to respond to his touches once more, he licked and nipped across her throat, down her collarbones and over her chest until his mouth found a pert nipple.

  “N-Not done,” Calissa stammered, her hands tangling into Lee’s dark hair and a gasp of bliss on her lips as his teeth rolled against her nipple and his hand massaged at her breast. “Please...” she whined, rutting her hips up against his leg and raking her nails across his back. “I need you inside me… Lee, please!”

  With a sly, mischievous grin, Lee tore the lace panties from Calissa’s hips and ran a finger, slow and tantalizing, along her slick folds. As she trembled and quaked around him, whining plaintively for him to satisfy her, he moved away from her.

  “You have to work for it,” he purred, as he removed his clothing and knelt on the bed, his erect penis twitching and swollen, in search of release. “Come on, Leesi. You need to be fed, and I want you to drink down every last drop.”

  Calissa whimpered, her own fingers having strayed between her folds as Lee had undressed. They danced in and out of her, twisting about and pleasing her in ways only she herself knew. “I’m sorry,” she gasped, pressing her fingers into herself all the way up to the knuckles and back. “I-I need this...”

  But Lee wouldn’t have any of it. He caught the hand that pleasured herself and pinned it above her head.

  “Did I say to touch yourself?” he demanded, to which Calissa whimpered and shook her head. “I didn’t think so. Come suck my cock, or I’ll never let you cum.”

  “But—”

  “No,” Lee cut her off before she could complain.

  Sighing, Calissa shakily got on her hands and knees as Lee laid out on the bed, and positioned herself between his legs. Her entire body ached with need for the man, but she ignored it in favor of enclosing her lips around the tip of his twitching cock.

  “Take me all in, Leesi,” Lee commanded. Calissa shivered but obliged, and swallowed him down until she could feel him deep in her throat and her nose was buried against the soft, curly hairs that surrounded his tender sack. Slowly, she began to bob, sucking long and hard against the penis in her mouth.

  Lee twitched and moaned above her, and his hips snapped forward into her mouth as he all but drilled himself against the back of her throat, over and over again until. His fingers clenched in her hair and pulled but, when she made a soft, pained noise, he quickly dropped his hands to her shoulders instead, squeezing slightly in apology.

  He was being just a little rougher than usual in his excitement to hear that she loved him, but he’d be sure to take care of her as soon as she’d finished her job.

  It didn’t take long before his gut curled with warmth and his balls clenched with need. With a cry of her name and a few sporadic thrusts of his hips, he released a hot burst of cum into her throat and, to his blissful delight, she drank his seed down as if it were the most delicious thing she’d ever tasted.

  With that, he pressed a heated kiss to her lips and pinned her back once more. “You’ve been a good girl,” he purred. “It’s time for your reward.”

  Chapter Seven

  For the first time in a long time, when Calissa woke up she didn’t despise the fact she was once more pressed naked against Lee’s chest. She had no desire to push him away. No sense of anger filled her stomach at the sight of him. Instead, a tender love had filled her heart, something she hadn’t felt for him in a long time.

  As Lee stirred around her, she pressed closer to his chest with a soft noise of protest. He laughed around her, and the sound warmed her heart.

  “Come on, Leesi. We have to wake up,” he whispered to her, his hands gently combing through her tangled curls. “We have work to do. The Council is likely to show up tonight or tomorrow. They aren’t patient people,” he reminded her ge
ntly.

  Slowly, he sat up, with Calissa in his arms, and pressed a gentle “good evening” kiss to her lips.

  “I have all the proof I need…” Calissa said. If she could just negotiate five more minutes of time wrapped up in his arms, then she’d be happy.

  “True,” Lee agreed, as he kissed her nose. “But do you know what to wear? Do you know how to speak with them? They are going to try to get out of having to send their guards however they can. If that means taking advantage of you, a new ruling monarch, then that’s what they’ll do.”

  “Wouldn’t they want to help?” Calissa asked in surprise.

  “Not if it means they have to do any work,” Lee disagreed. “These are very old vampires. Vampires that appointed themselves Lords before humans ever posed a threat. They don’t believe we are having trouble with this.”

  At this, Calissa frowned and huddled that much closer to Lee’s chest. If the Council didn’t care about the different struggles of each individual coven, what was the point in having one to begin with? Instead of voicing this thought aloud, though, she pressed a kiss to Lee’s neck and then got to her feet.

  “Alright, Lee. Help me get dressed and let’s figure out what needs to be said to the council.”

  He nodded and got up beside her, taking her hand in his own. “Viktor will listen to you,” he said, as he opened up a dusty-looking closet and revealed the regal clothing of past coven monarchs. An all-lace, black dress caught her eye but, before she could grab it, it was in Lee’s hands, as if he could read her mind.

  “Here. Try putting this one on,” he said, as he went over to his own personal wardrobe and pulled out a lace pair of panties, similar to the ones Calissa had worn the previous day.

  “You kept those?” she asked incredulously, though she slipped them on without question and unzipped the skin tight, lace dress. As she pulled it on, Lee continued.