[Anthology] Ancient Blood of the Vampire & Wolf

by W. J. May

  With all that I had to think about, I expected my mind to be in overdrive. However, once we got settled, words were no longer necessary. I was out like a light.

  * * * *

  Just six hours later, I was awake and drinking more coffee as I spoke with Kylarai in hushed tones in the kitchen. Shaz continued to snore softly in my bed.

  When I filled her in on everything from the previous night, I was momentarily afraid she was going to lose it. Anything to do with men mistreating women in any way had Ky on the offensive. She turned four different shades of red before counting backwards from ten. Her unhappiness with Raoul couldn’t have pleased me more.

  “How dare he think for a minute that it’s ok to bring you into this while withholding that kind of information! Why are you helping him? He’s never gone out of his way for you in a way that’s even remotely comparable to this.” Her grey eyes blazed, and I couldn’t recall the last time I’d seen her so angry.

  “This isn’t about Raoul anymore.” I shook my head and caught the faint scent of Shaz in my hair. “He fucked up. He knowingly endangered Belle, and now she’s dead. If Zoey comes back for him, he’s on his own.”

  Kylarai looked hesitant as she twirled a piece of chin length hair absently around one finger. “You think she’s that powerful? A hybrid?”

  “No. I think she’s crazy and dangerous. Sometimes that counts for more than power and strength.”

  Kylarai only nodded. We both knew what it was like when sanity snaps, when chaos is fully embraced. How much harder might it be to never come back from that?

  I mentioned my plan to scout the town for Zoey later, as well as how I’d felt her watching Shaz and me. Kylarai’s eyes widened, and she choked on her coffee.

  “Well, I’m coming with you,” she declared. Her tone was defiant, daring me to argue. “She’s messing with pack now. And, don’t forget about your history with Raoul. You might be on her hit list, too.”

  “If she’s got her facts straight then she’ll know I’m president of the I hate Raoul Roberts fan club. Anyway, I’m going to give Kale and Jez a call. We can cover more ground that way.”

  I was calling up a lot of manpower for one crazy ass hybrid, but I wasn’t willing to wait for another murder, particularly since Zoey had me in her sights. I’d kill her if I had to, but I expected that I’d have to kill Raoul, too. He wasn’t going to stand by and let me take her out.

  “Kale, huh?” Ky grinned mischievously.

  I met her gaze with a quizzical look. “Didn’t you just have a date with Tom last night? How did that go by the way?”

  “We had a nice dinner, alright.” She rose to put her cup in the sink before fetching her keys from their hook above the microwave. “But, I don’t see much more than that. He is human, so how serious can that really get?”

  I watched her gather her purse and straighten the jacket of her dressy skirt suit. “You’re working today?” I asked.

  “I have to meet a client for lunch in the city. She caught her husband, red handed, in bed with his lover, so the divorce should be a pretty open and shut case.” She smiled then. “I love those. And, what might you be planning to do in my absence? Catch up on some much needed sleep?” She inclined her head toward the hall and winked.

  I knew what she was getting at and so would Shaz if he was awake and listening. I forced the best scowl I could muster and pursed my lips. “You’d better hurry, Ky. Wouldn’t want you to be late for your meeting.”

  “You’re in denial, Alexa. But, I’m sure you’ll come around.” She laughed and turned away in time to miss the finger that I held up for her.

  “So, I’ll see you later then,” I continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “Around sundown. Drive safe.”

  Before returning to my bedroom, I poured a fresh cup of coffee for Shaz. If I was lucky, maybe I could grab a bit more sleep before hunting down Raoul’s nut-job offspring. When they say the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree, they weren’t kidding.

  Shaz was sprawled in the middle of my double bed, with his eyes closed and the blankets pushed down to his waist. I stole a moment to admire the view. He was gorgeous, lean and finely sculpted. He was such an amazing contrast to Arys’s dark beauty, and I blushed as an image formed in my mind of the two of them awaiting me in that bed together.

  Under the weight of my gaze, Shaz slowly cracked open his eyes. His lazy smile enticed me into the bed. I leaned across him to place his coffee on the nightstand. His arms encircled my waist and he pulled me down on top of him. I startled and spilled the hot liquid on the back of my hand.

  “Sorry about that.” His voice came out low, barely above a whisper. I could sense his wolf lurking there behind his eyes, and I licked my lips invitingly.

  Our faces were inches apart, my breasts crushed against his bare chest. I gasped as the energy of our wolves entwined and danced together. Shaz’s wolf stroked a part of me that was all about the beast within.

  “Shaz, I-,”

  He cut me off with a warm finger pressed lightly against my lips. The temptation to run my tongue along that finger was strong.

  “Don’t talk. We don’t need to.” The intention in his green eyes had my pulse racing, and I found myself at a loss for words.

  I wanted to ask him if he knew what he was saying, but he kissed me with an intensity that washed away my concerns. He tasted faintly of pine and wolf with a hint of cinnamon. I reveled in it.

  I gave a small shriek when he rolled me over and pinned me beneath him. My heartbeat echoed inside my head as his tongue sought the soft hollow beneath my ear. He sought to dominate me, and by God, I was going to let him.

  My nostrils filled with the scent of him, and an undeniable tingle started between my legs. Despite the ache, the urge to have him inside me after years of teasing torture, I wondered if we were making a mistake. Every part of me that was both human and wolf responded to him in full, and I knew that I’d be an idiot to open my mouth now. Words would break the spell that held us in its thrall. The last four years had been leading to this moment, and I’d be damned if I was going to be the one to stop it.

  When he kissed me again, his warm, wet tongue slid between my lips. I threw myself into it whole-heartedly, no going back. He deftly slid a hand inside my robe to my breasts, and a thrill shot through me simply from his uncharacteristic boldness. I returned his kiss with a hunger that I hadn’t known was possible. I moved to accommodate him as he pulled at my robe. He tossed it to the floor with careless abandon. My tank top followed, which left me clad in only my pink thong underwear.

  This was happening so fast. Or was it? The anticipation had been building for years. After my night with Arys, I’d assumed Shaz would never want to touch me like that. The possessive nature with which he caressed me indicated that he felt quite the opposite. He wanted to claim me even more now.

  We were rushing toward that most crucial moment, and though every human part of me insisted we should slow down, our wolves set and kept the pace. Neither lust nor undeniable animal urges rushed us. We rushed forward because we feared that it just wouldn’t happen if we paused to enjoy the building momentum.

  Shaz maintained his role as the dominant. His lips on my breasts brought a small growl out of me, and I gripped him tightly in response as his fingers sought the warmth between my thighs. I tore my thong off. I needed to feel his persistent touch without the barrier between us. When he lingered hesitantly and brushed the most sensitive part of me, I arched my back and reached to free him of his remaining clothing.

  I reached to stroke his velvety smooth shaft as he hovered above me. When our naked bodies pressed together, nothing remained between us but our own personal worries. He paused, and we shared a thought: Was this going to ruin us? Either way made no difference to us in the heat of the moment.

  I rubbed myself against him. Delicious jolts of pleasure coursed throughout me. He made to kiss me again, and I nipped his bottom lip, drawing a small bead of blood. I licked it away with the
tip of my tongue and wondered when my fangs had shown up. The blood hungry vampire energy low in my core seemed to raise its head the moment his tangy blood hit my taste buds.

  Shaz’s green eyes were all wolf. He drew away slightly, and I worried that he changed his mind. When his mouth made contact with the sensitive skin of my most private of places, I couldn’t stop the moan that broke loose, edged with a hint of a growl.

  His wet tongue had just barely stroked my moist flesh when something inside me demanded that this union be made now, before the vampire comes back. That last thought didn’t feel like me at all. Whatever it was that made me wolf, it wasn’t keen on losing this moment.

  “Shaz,” I gasped his name around my four fangs.

  I looked down my body, into his wild eyes, and a shiver of excitement engulfed me at the untamed hunger I saw there. Could he feel the growing metaphysical swirl that stole my breath and reached out for that, oh so sweet, werewolf power? The blood hunger rose up inside, and the scent of him overwhelmed me like too much perfume.

  I never had to say anything more than his name. He wasted no time. If I’d expected him to stall further, I was happily disappointed.

  The moment that Shaz slipped inside me, the urge to howl rocked me. The sex wasn’t anything similar to being with the vampire. Shaz and I didn’t join on a metaphysical level. We were all about the carnal wolf and the personal emotion between us.

  Shaz’s fangs grazed my shoulder as we developed the perfect rhythm. I gripped his lower back where I could encourage the depths he reached for. My clawed nails easily broke his skin.

  Our lovemaking was frenzied but not rushed. We each had a need for the other that quickly took over, and the world outside faded. A series of growls, snarls, and moans filled the silence around us. His breath was hot against my ear as he panted my name. I met each of his thrusts in perfect rhythm as if we’d done this so many times before. Instinct led, and we followed.

  I cried out in both pain and pleasure as he bit at my neck and shoulders. When the sensations grew to be too much, when I knew we were hurtling towards a thunderous finish, I braced myself and surrendered as the point of no return claimed me.

  My back arched involuntarily, and I grabbed at him as if to pull him closer than he already was. The energy was like a tornado that had us successfully trapped in the center.

  We resisted the return to a normal state of being. We lay there panting, wrapped in one another, both equally afraid to move and risk breaking the spell. I stroked his sweaty, disheveled hair. Laughing contentedly, I hugged him to me tightly. The tension, which he’d been holding in his shoulders, eased, and he kissed me lovingly. I inhaled the musky scent of sex that filled the room.

  Shaz buried his face in my hair and took a deep breath before sighing, “I’m so in love with you.”

  My breath caught, and the pinprick of tears assaulted my eyes. I knew how hard the admission was, now, in light of last week.

  “Shaz?” My voice was rough, edged with wolf. “I love you .… you know that, don’t you?”

  Silently, he nodded. We lay there wrapped in the comfort of each other until the sun began to sink in the western sky.

  Chapter Eighteen

  After two more vigorous rounds of intense lovemaking and a shower thrown in the mix, I was ready to go hybrid hunting.

  I had invited Shaz into the shower, since getting clean was more fun with two. When we’d finally emerged from the shower, we were dripping wet and had goose bumps appearing in all the right places. After some aggressive bathroom sex, we had moved back to the bed and slowly, deliciously loved each other again.

  I pried myself, reluctantly from the sanctity of his love. I wanted nothing more than to shut the world out and stay in bed enjoying him all night. I was stricken with fear that I may never get another moment like this one. Suddenly, Raoul and his mentally-ill daughter didn’t feel like my problem.

  However, nobody else was going to clean up this mess.

  So, when ten o’clock rolled around, Shaz and I were waiting at the Tim Horton’s coffee shop, a few blocks from Lucy’s Lounge. Kylarai arrived minutes after us, and we waited on Jez and Kale who had both graciously donated some of their evening to my pathetic little cause. Ky and Shaz each sat across from me at the small table. I watched traffic as I sipped the heavenly strong coffee.

  I left a message for Arys but didn’t really expect him to show up. Part of me was downright terrified that he would. I’d be stuck in the awkward hell of having him, Shaz and me in close proximity.

  I’d gotten lucky that evening, no pun intended. Jez hadn’t been free until last minute, when her latest flavor of the week girlfriend had cancelled on her. Since Kale now owed me for that little brush with the demon, he had no excuses.

  While Shaz and Ky made small talk, I feigned ignorance to my and Shaz’s mingled scent. There was no fooling a werewolf’s sense of smell. Detecting our intimacy took barely a sniff, but knowing Kylarai, she was thinking that it was about damn time already.

  “Don’t you think so, Alexa?” Kylarai asked with one eyebrow raised. I had a feeling the question had been repeated.

  “Sorry.” I shook my head and took a swig of the perfectly brewed coffee. “Don’t I think so, what?”

  “I knew you weren’t listening.” To Shaz, she added, “Maybe you guys should have stayed in bed. I think it’s all she can think about.”

  My cheeks warmed instantly in a blush, but Shaz turned cherry red, which made me feel better. I kicked Ky lightly beneath the table, and she responded with a smirk.

  “Anyway,” I said. “What were you asking me?”

  “I was just commenting on how fast Raoul’s mental state will decline if you take out his kid. He’s going to freaking lose it.”

  “If he ever had it.” I commented.

  Actually, Raoul’s sanity was a nagging sore spot. He believed Zoey was savable despite her killing spree. I didn’t tell him about this little excursion.

  “He’d kill me before he’d let me lay a fang on her.” I dug around in my purse and produced the photo of Zoey, with her haunting, sparkling eyes, and I passed it to Ky before I could feel guilty.

  “She’s a pretty thing.” She forgot her coffee as she stared at the picture.

  Shaz leaned over to get a good look. “She looks a lot like Raoul.”

  His expression darkened as he glanced behind me. He pointed, as I felt the approach of the cool, undead presence that I knew so well.

  Adrenaline surged through me, and my heart skipped a beat. I couldn’t hide anything from the vampire. He would know instantly about the romp with Shaz, and despite the fact that he had encouraged me, I was afraid that he would be less than enthused. Considering the timing of the flings, I was bordering on tramp territory, as far as my own personal standards went.

  Those blue vampire eyes landed on me, and the look sent such a rush through me. I felt short of breath.

  Across from me, Shaz reacted to my increased heart rate by brushing his leg against mine under the table. As wrong as it was, the urge to pull away from him was strong, and I fought to resist it.

  Arys sat next to me, across from Kylarai and Shaz. I’d expected him to do something to embarrass me, but I was disappointed and thankfully so.

  “Nice to see you, Kylarai.” He greeted her with a grin and the briefest flash of fang. She just nodded and smiled.

  That small glimpse was enough to thrill me in places beyond physical touch. I quickly felt guilty and tried my best to hide behind my coffee cup.

  He then nodded to Shaz, and I froze. “How’s it going?”

  My jaw clenched, and my breath sucked in as I waited for Shaz’s response.

  “Great,” he said with a smile that was more forced than Ky’s had been. “You?”

  Their attempt at casual should have been normal, but it smacked of phony. I got a sick feeling that they’d discussed me at some point without my knowledge. Had they both just been waiting for this awkward moment, fully aware
that it would arrive?

  Arys turned to me and smiled like a hungry cat. His voice dropped low enough to soothe when he said, “I’ve got to warn you, I haven’t fed tonight. Let me know if it becomes too much for you.”

  I had felt the slightest hint of bloodlust when I’d first opened my eyes at noon, but Shaz’s earthy Were energy had shifted the focus of my energy. Only now, within touching distance of that cool blue aura, did I feel that sickly twinge in the pit of my stomach.

  I rushed to think of something to say. Awkward silences are the worst.

  “Could you feel it when I shifted last night?” I glanced furtively around to make sure no one was obviously eavesdropping. I was incredibly aware of the heat in Shaz’s energy. He hated this thing with Arys, and I couldn’t blame him.

  “You know, I can’t say that I know the exact moment, but when I went to bed this morning, I swear I saw you in my dreams, two enchanting wolves with the scent of pine and rain in their fur.” His tone dropped as he spoke, and my heart dropped along with it. Shaz looked perplexed, and Kylarai made no effort to hide her raised eyebrow.

  “That was real.” I didn’t know what else to say. He’d seen us in his subconscious. I’d had strange dreams, too, though they had been random flashes of Arys’s memories. I was annoyed that he’d earned extra insight through our link.

  He nodded his acceptance of the reality. “You were beautiful.” Those deep ocean eyes looked into me, and I fought down the energy that threatened to keep rising. Just as the moment became awkward, he looked at Shaz and said, “Both of you. Together. I’ve never been so envious of any creature.”

  That was carefully worded, suspiciously so. I couldn’t help but wonder if there had been a double meaning to it. I’d felt him in my mind. Just how much had he seen?

  “Thank you,” Shaz said softly. I was painfully aware that something unspoken was passing between them. Arys was conceding that Shaz had something on him. I didn’t like it one bit.

  As I floundered for words, Kylarai cleared her throat, and all three of us looked at her. I hoped that neither of the guys noticed the grateful smile I shot her.