by J. L. McCoy
*****
After passing through two gated checkpoints, Hagan pulled the Escalade up to a large white jet at the back of ABIA.
“What’s this?” I asked Archer, confused. I thought we were flying commercial.
“It’s my plane, baby,” he explained with a smile.
My eyes widened in surprise. “You own a plane? Shit, Archer… Just how rich are you?”
“We, Cion,” he corrected. “We are very comfortable. Don’t forget that what’s mine is yours.”
Holy shit, I thought to myself, a bit overwhelmed at his statement. That stuff was normally reserved for married couples and people who had been together longer than our three weeks. No matter what he said, his millions were NOT mine in my eyes.
Hagan opened the back door for us as a handsome man in dark, navy blue trousers, and a white button down shirt descended the jet steps.
“Mr. Rhys,” he smiled kindly as he shook Archer’s hand. “My name is Donovan and I’ll be your steward this afternoon.” Donovan looked to be in his mid-twenties and he could have been an underwear model on the side, he was that handsome.
“Good afternoon, Donovan. This is my…life partner Skye Morrison.”
Archer’s introduction made me turn and look at him. The word girlfriend was too insignificant for our relationship, but life partner? That implied that our relationship was until death. I loved Archer with my entire being but the thought of ‘until death’ scared the socks off me. That’s what marriage was. Oh my God! He’s not thinking of marriage, is he?
“Good afternoon, Miss Morrison,” he smiled as he took my hand, snapping me out of my mental breakdown. “May I take your bag?”
I allowed him to relieve me of my messenger bag as a lone baggage handler went around the back of the SUV to unload our luggage.
“Safe travels, dheartháir,” Hagan said formally as he shook hands with Archer. “Are you sure you don’t want me to accompany you as guard?”
“I am,” Archer smiled reassuredly as he gave him a firm pat with his free hand. “The threat against Skye is no longer. We will be more than safe in my old city, but thank you just the same. I appreciate your dedicated service to my mate and me.”
Hagan nodded and turned to me. “Don’t go getting soft on me while you’re away, Morrison,” he smirked. “I plan on kicking your ass when you get back. We never did finish our last lesson.”
“Not a chance, old man. I’ll be ready,” I grinned and briefly hugged him. I pulled away after one whole second, afraid of getting my ass kicked, and offered up a fist instead. He stared at it a few seconds before he hesitantly touched knuckles with mine. “Thanks for your part of my gift. It was really thoughtful of you to pitch in with the others.”
He rubbed the back of his neck and looked away uncomfortably. “Aoife threatened to cry in front of me if I didn’t. You know how whiney she can be. It was more like self-preservation on my part really.”
“Yes, sir,” I said as I fought a knowing grin. Hagan was not the sentimental type so I didn’t push the issue.
He stood at attention, his back straighter, his hands fisted at his sides, and his head held high. This must be another formal vampire thing I don’t understand, I thought as I eyed his immediate change in posture.
Archer nodded once and turned on his heel toward the plane. Donovan, the steward, held his elbow out to me and I took it; allowing him to escort me to the airstairs.
Once inside the jet, my mouth dropped at its interior. It was very modern, sleek, sophisticated and roomy; in classic Archer-style, it was decorated in warm, inviting earth tones. The sixteen tan leather seats at the front were arranged in groups of four that faced each other and there were two rows that split down the middle. Toward the back I could see a bar, a conference table with chairs, and a long bench seat against the right side. Further still was a door that looked like it might lead to a restroom and next to that was a small spiral staircase that led to an upper floor.
“Goodness, baby,” I whispered with wide eyes, “it’s huge.”
“That’s what she said,” he winked playfully as he took my hand and escorted me to the back set of seats.
“Have a seat, cion. I’ll be back momentarily. I’m going to say a quick hello to Leo, our captain.”
As I sat facing the front, my eyes followed Archer to the open door at the very front of the plane. Two men were behind the complicated controls and turned with a smile at Archer’s arrival. I watched as Archer greeted Leo like they were old friends.
“Are you comfortable. Miss Morrison?” Donovan questioned as he stowed my messenger bag in a small compartment between my and Archer’s seat. I saw him take out a beige, fur throw before he shut it again.
“I am, thank you Donovan,” I replied as he draped the silk-backed throw over my lap.
“Just in case you get cold,” he smiled and then turned his attention to the bar. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that it wasn’t a possibility. Since becoming a vampire, fluctuations in temperature haven’t bothered me.
Looking down at my lap, I ran my fingers over the luxuriously soft fur of the throw and wondered what poor animal had to die to create it.
“It’s Russian Sable,” Archer answered as he came back down the aisle.
“It’s heartbreaking, is what it is,” I frowned. “What’s your fascination with fur anyway? You’ve got blankets and rugs in your room too.”
“I don’t know,” he looked thoughtful. “I’ve just always liked it. Hundreds of years ago, that’s what was readily available to keep us warm. I know there are synthetic alternatives now, but I like my fur.”
“It is really soft,” I admitted begrudgingly as he took the seat beside me.
“Champagne, Mr. Rhys?” Donovan asked as he held out a glass.
“Thank you,” he smiled, accepting it then handing it over to me. He took the second glass for himself and clinked glasses with mine before he took a sip.
The bubbles tickled my nose as I followed with a sip of my own. The champagne was delicious and I could immediately tell that it was Archer’s favorite brand; he’d mentioned once that he had cases of it shipped in from France once a year. I wondered just how many cases that ended up being.
Donovan closed the jet entrance door and sealed it before turning to strap himself into the wall-mounted jump seat by the cockpit door. Before long we were airborne and I settled in for the four hour trip.
Chapter Five
Archer and I talked, sipped champagne, and cuddled for the first hour of the flight. Donovan was very attentive and our glasses were never empty.
“Would you be taking your meal now, sir?” he asked after we finished the first bottle of bubbly.
“Are you hungry, love?” Archer questioned, turning to me.
“Starving,” I replied breathily, licking my lips. “Who’s donating?”
“I am, Miss Morrison,” Donovan replied with a professionally polite smile.
Oh damn, I thought. This might be difficult. He’s really cute. I silently hoped I could control myself when I had a taste. I’d been struggling with that lately. The more blood I drank and the longer I was a vampire, the more my blood thirst took over when I fed. If the donors were attractive, I had an even harder time because…well, blood and sex kind of go hand-in-hand. Archer had to pull me off of a donor three days ago because I came dangerously close to draining him. He got paid triple the going rate that night.
Swallowing thickly, I nodded my head and watched as Donovan began unbuttoning his shirt.
“Is there some place private we can go?” I mumbled to Archer as I eyed the cockpit door. I was still a little shy about feeding in front of others, especially since I didn’t know if I could keep the meal PG.
“Follow me,” Archer smiled knowingly as he took my hand.
We followed Donovan up the set of stairs in the back to the upper level. It opened up into a cozy little bedroom, complete with a work station, shower, sitting area, and of course a bed. I sat dow
n on the bed and Donovan turned to Archer.
“Where would you like me, Mr. Rhys?”
“The bed is fine, Donovan. Thank you,” he replied, motioning to it.
Donovan finished removing his shirt and draped it over the chair in the corner before coming over and taking a seat next to me. Archer took a seat on the other side of him and asked which spot he preferred to feed us from.
“Anywhere you wish. I’m not picky.”
I glanced over at Archer questioningly and he nodded his head at my silent question. Wasting no time, I stood up and straddled Donovan’s hips so I could have better access to his neck. He was a great deal taller than me and unless he bent over quite a ways, I’d be hard pressed to reach from my previous position.
“Is this okay?” I asked, wanting to make sure Donovan was comfortable with it.
“Mmm-hmm,” he answered with a nod of his head as he tried his best to meet my eyes and not glance down at my breasts which were almost eye level.
Archer picked up Donovan’s wrist and I blew him a quick kiss before I turned my attention back to the pulsing vein in Donovan’s neck. I slowly slid my nose across the hollow of his neck, breathing deeply as I did. Donovan smelled delectable; musky and woodsy with a splash of Irish Spring soap. My fangs descended with a quick snick and I growled as I closed my eyes and leisurely licked his pulsing vein. It vibrated rhythmically against my tongue; his heart’s tempo picking up instantaneously upon contact.
I was hit by a sudden feeling of need and anticipation and I realized that our new friend Donovan loved the high he received from a Day Walker’s bite. Well if he likes the normal high then he’s going to love this, I thought wickedly as I sunk my teeth into his thick, throbbing vein, wholly intending to hit him with the full effects of my bite.
I heard Archer do the same as my mouth began to fill with the first taste of his blood. It was sharp, thick, tangy, and tasted remarkably clean. Donovan lived a relatively pure life; no drinking, smoking, or drugs. This made me really happy and I finally let him have the full venom high he was after as I swallowed my first mouthful.
Donovan moaned as I wrapped my arms around him and pressed his body flush to mine. His hands ran up my thighs to my hips where he stopped their ascent and held on as he began to move under me. Donovan was painfully turned on by this point and his emotions blasted me full-force. Aching need and sex poured off him and I moaned as I pushed him down on the bed. I ground my hips into him as Archer took his fangs out of Donovan’s wrist and lightly put his hand on my back, signaling to me that I needed to finish up.
Feeding from the thick veins in the neck made the blood flow faster than feeding from the smaller veins in the wrist. I had swallowed four full mouthfuls and was working on my fifth when Donovan’s breathing suddenly increased and his hips began pumping into me. I’d like to say that this had no effect on me whatsoever, since I’m in a happy and deeply committed relationship with Archer, but the sad truth was that I was ready to rip his clothes off and fuck him six ways from Sunday. Donovan came loudly and the sound of his pleasure made me dizzy with my own need.
“Cion,” Archer whispered and I opened my eyes and immediately pulled my fangs out, but not without great difficulty.
I sat up on Donovan’s hips and glanced at Archer as I licked my fangs clean. The heat zinging between us was almost palpable as he leaned in to kiss me. Donovan chose that moment to moan again and my eyes darted back to the two weeping puncture wounds in his neck.
Just one more little taste, I told myself as I leaned back down. I was always hungry and it was an inconvenient curse that would only fade with the passage of time…lots of time.
Archer grabbed me by the hair and I hissed with pain and desire as he pulled me off Donovan and slammed me against the wall of the airplane.
“Donovan?” he called as he grabbed my right leg and hitched it up.
“Y-yes, sir?” he dazedly answered back.
“Thank you for the meal. We enjoyed it. As soon as you are able, please exit the room and close the door on your way out.” I growled then at the thought of my food leaving and Archer quickly added, “The sooner, the better, son.”
“I’m hungry,” I growled lowly, trying to reason with him. I was hoping he’d let me have just one more bite.
“I’m hungry too, love,” he grinned sexily. “Very, very hungry.”
His mouth flashed to mine and soon Donovan’s blood was a distant memory. Moaning at the contact of our lips, I jumped up and wrapped my other leg around his waist; locking my ankles behind his back. Archer’s tongue slid against my bottom lip and I eagerly opened my mouth, inviting its entrance. Our tongues frantically clashed and warred together as my burning need turned from Donovan’s blood to Archer’s sex.
My hands clawed at the back of his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, as his hands kneaded my ass. I began frantically trying to unbutton it and Archer’s hips ground harder into the apex of my thighs.
“Do you want me, baby?” he growled against my lips as I shoved his shirt off his shoulders.
“Need,” was all I could whisper and moved my hands to his belt.
Archer set me down on the floor, his eyes traveling hungrily down the length of my body. My eyes did the same and I loved what I saw. His chest was broad and his pecs and abs were beautifully, perfectly defined. I ran my nails down his front and he grinned wickedly at me.
“Take your clothes off.”
I didn’t hesitate as I kicked my chucks clear across the room and began unbuttoning my jeans.
“In a hurry?” He chuckled at my eagerness.
“I haven’t had you inside me in almost three weeks, Archer,” I breathed as I unzipped.
“I know baby and I intend to fix that…right now.”
My jeans hit the floor and I stepped out of them and toed them away as I lifted my tank over my head. I stood in front of him in a see-through black bra and matching thong panties.
His nose flared and desire poured off him in waves. “All of it,” he growled, his eyes drinking in my newly flawless skin. The last scar from my battle with Amun had faded three days ago and this was the first time Archer had seen me naked since before the injuries were inflicted by the sword.
I reached behind me and unhooked my bra, drawing my shoulders forward and down, allowing the straps to slowly slide down my arms before I let the cups slide down as well.
“Beautiful,” he whispered as I moved down to my panties, hooking my thumbs into the side strings and leisurely lowering them down my thighs.
Archer began undressing, his eyes never leaving my body. I heard the door to the bedroom click and I knew we were finally free of our steward.
The black thong dropped and pooled at my ankles as I reached up and ran my middle finger strategically across my collarbone, between my breasts, and down my stomach.
“Ifreann na Fola,” he growled softly, his ice blue eyes beginning to fade as his emotions took over. “I’m going to fucking wreck you, baby.”
I gasped at the heat in his eyes as his words rolled over me. I watched his final article of clothing hit the floor and I bit the corner of my bottom lip as I sighed. “Come and get me,” I breathed in excited anticipation and flashed across the room.
Archer caught me right before I reached the far row of windows and he pushed me roughly up against one as he slid his free hand down my back, over my ass, and between my legs. I arched my back, lifting my ass more for him, as his fingers found my entrance.
“So wet,” he growled against my ear as he drove two fingers further into me. I whimpered with need as he slowly, tortuously stroked me. Looking over my shoulder, I met his eyes and licked my swollen lips as I rolled my hips against him. He withdrew from me and I watched as he slid his fingers into his mouth and closed his eyes in ecstasy. “Sweet, too.”
Gasping at how turned on the action made me, I tried to turn around, but he stopped me as he put more pressure on my back with his free hand. “Place your hands above your head,
” he whispered into my ear. I instantly obeyed and he held my crossed wrists with one of his hands as he pulled my hips further out and widened my stance with one of his legs. “I’m going to fuck you now, baby. You probably want to hold on.”
I splayed my fingers and tightened my grip on the wall as he rubbed the head of his hard cock between my wet folds. I was trembling with anticipation and began to whimper, needing Archer inside me like I needed air to breathe. Slowly, he slid the tip of himself into my opening and groaned at the contact. I pushed my hips against him and he immediately withdrew.
“More,” I panted. “Please, Archer. I need more.”
“We aim to please, Miss Morrison,” he rumbled sexily against my ear before he scraped a fang against the lobe.
With no warning, he slammed the full length of his thick cock into me and I screamed out in pleasure and pain. The crammed feel of him inside me made me moan in relief and I whispered his name in approbation. He began moving, slowly picking up his rhythmic, methodical pace as I thanked all that was good in this world that I had him inside me again, right where he belonged.
Sex with Archer was like poetry in motion; it was sin incarnate and God made flesh all at the same time. It was beautiful, exciting, soulful, and world-stopping. It was…absolutely perfect. No man in my entire life had ever made love to me the way that Archer Rhys could. Archer didn’t just make love to you, he made love to your very soul; he broke down your entire being and made you whole again stroke by stroke.
“Fuck you feel so good, Skye,” he growled as he moved faster behind me. “So tight.”
“Harder, baby,” I pleaded as I pushed against him. I felt a powerful orgasm building and I wanted nothing more than the relief it would bring to my aching need.
He wrapped his arm around my waist and flashed us to the bed. I was on my hands and knees as Archer pounded me from the foot of the bed.
“Oh God,” I groaned as the sound of skin hitting skin got louder. “Fuck yes!”
Archer took my hair and twisted it around one fist, pulling just hard enough to hurt. “Do you like that, baby? Do you like the way I fuck that sweet pussy?”
