NYC VAMPS (The Italians): Vampire Romance (Book Book 2)

by Sky Winters

  A little.

  She was not sure that she would ever be able to fully forgive him.

  There was only one supervisor Albion was not able to control and protect Keandra from. He was a gargantuan Hoth named Leeroi. He was black and red like a spider, with long dreadlocks both in his Hoth form and in his humanoid form. He had the appearance of someone from the Caribbean back on Earth. He thought he was tough shit and the sexiest Hoth. He hid his pride not at all.

  And he had his sights set on Keandra.

  He started overseeing her work more than anyone else’s. He took it upon himself to be the one in charge of her, whipping her with a long black whip that resembled his long, black tentacles.

  It stung almost as much as she assumed the poison did.

  On one such evening, after reprimanding her for the four pieces of Hothian jewels that she unearthed, he tucked his whip back into the belt of his uniform and leered down at her. Keandra writhed on the ground, spitting up blood. If her baby was still with her, it would be a miracle, though she supposed that Gekkota spawn was strong.

  Albion was nowhere to be found.

  Shit. And I was just starting to like him again.

  Suddenly, Leeroi grabbed Keandra by her hair and yanked her up from the ground. He held her still, close to his large face. He sniffed her, his irises expanding and contracting as if moving in and out of the light. “Clean up and meet me back in my chambers. That is an order.”

  With that, he pushed her away from him and moved along the line of Earthling slaves, checking on their work and then whipping them accordingly. Keandra collected her empty bucket and her pick, making sure that the area she had been working in was devoid of dust or pebbles, and then headed to the back rooms. She put her bucket and pick in the room where she slept with ten other slaves, then quietly went into Leeroi’s bedchamber.

  His room was the size of the room that she slept in, but it was clear right away that he did not have to share his room with anyone else. A large bed sat in one corner of the room, covered in blankets of jet and scarlet. Keandra definitely did not feel comfortable sitting on his bed, so she chose his desk chair instead. He had a computer device on the table there, but it was neither open nor on and she was not about to do something that would anger the most aggressive overseer.

  Keandra wished like anything that she could send telepathic messages to Albion. She did not see him in the room while Leeroi was attacking her. She wondered if Albion would even be able to do anything against a slave driver such as Leeroi. It was more than likely that the Gekkota would simply be stripped of his rights as a supervisor. And where would that put her? Back at square one.

  All of a sudden, the door to Leeroi’s chamber zipped open and the Hoth came into the room, letting the door zip shut behind him. He came toward Keandra. Not wasting time, he grabbed her by the hair again as if that was the only way he knew how to grab a woman. He pulled her out of the chair and then threw her down onto the floor in front of him. Awkwardly, she sat up on her knees.

  That’s when she realized that that was exactly the position that he wanted her in.

  He unbuttoned the front of his regulation uniform and pulled out his long, thick Hothian member.

  Keandra felt her stomach turn. Leeroi massaged the back of her head a moment, running his sticky fingers through her hair. Her ponytail was gone; the tie that held it back lost amongst the rubble somewhere down in the mines. Lost like she was now.

  She closed her eyes and felt hot tears falling as he began to push her head closer to him, bringing her face up to his crotch. His sticky fingers were worse when she felt them on the back of her neck, hot and moist from something she did not even want to guess at.

  The door to the chamber suddenly zipped open again. Keandra tried to crane her neck to see who it was – rescuer or added rapist – but Leeroi continued to hold her tightly with her face inches away from his cock.

  “Stop it right now, Commander Fkassrt!”

  Albion Pagoda. Oh my god, thank you.

  Keandra kept her mouth shut tight so Leeroi wouldn’t have the chance or satisfaction of getting it around him. Thankfully, Albion posed enough of a threat for him to freeze.

  “Let the girl go,” Albion instructed, speaking calmly but authoritatively.

  Leeroi let out a quiet snicker. “By whose orders?” he challenged. “You are not in charge here, Gekkota. So why don’t you slither along back to your cave?”

  For an excruciating moment, Keandra worried that Albion had been bested. It was quite possible that he was acting above his station. As a foreign species to the planet, her Gekkota probably did not have authority over the Hoth who stood uncomfortably before her.

  But then something wonderful happened.

  Albion produced a piece of parchment from one of his cargo pants pockets. He cleared his throat softly and read from it. “By the authority of the Galactic Federation of Hoth, Albion Pagoda is granted full command of Compound Z Hydra 7. Signed, President Sluuurb.”

  Leeroi finally released his grasp on Keandra. As soon as she was freed just the slightest bit, she moved away from him, crawling across the slippery metal floor on her hands and knees, calf screaming in pain. She crawled to Albion, closer to him than to Leeroi but not quite next to him. She did not know what the outcome of this would be, and she was not sure she wanted it to include riding off into the sunset with her betrayer.

  “You made that up,” Leeroi said in a growl. “You’re shitting me.”

  Albion held the parchment out for him to look at. Leeroi snatched it from his hands. He read it over quickly, getting angrier and angrier by the second. “But you’re a Gekkota. A dragonling. You’re scum. Why would anyone put you in charge of anything?”

  Keandra’s rescuer simply shrugged. “Seniority.”

  This was the last straw for Leeroi. He flew into an all-out rage, tearing up the parchment and shifting quick as a flash into his disgusting, tentacle-covered form.

  It was actually hard to call it a form. A globule was not a form so much as a mass. Keandra felt like retching whenever she saw the Hoths’ true shape, and Leeroi took the cake when it came to repulsive. You and that female Hoth should get together. Actually, don’t. You can kill civilizations with that amount of ugly.

  In the blink of an eye, Albion shifted into his dragon form. He retained his blue and green hues, but became enormous in size. He filled the room, he was so big, and Keandra wondered if he was about to completely burst out of the mine. She assumed that he could control his size… As it was, Albion’s head would have hit the ceiling if he did not have a long neck. He slithered and scurried around the room like a snake-like salamander. His forked tongue moved in and out of his jaws every now and then, sniffing out the smaller Hoth.

  Keandra stayed where she was, protected as she sat on her legs between her dragon’s hind quarters. He kept her safe there, like a parent protecting its egg. Leeroi the Hoth darted about the room, poisonous tentacle stretched out and at the ready. He was trying to find a good position so he could use it, but Albion moved so much and was so massive that the amoeba-like alien looked more confused than anything.

  Surging forward in a misguided attempt to sting Albion’s back leg, Leeroi decided to attack Keandra instead. He lurched toward her, and his tentacle whipped at her. She jumped out of the way just in time. Meanwhile, Albion let out a small blast of flame directly at Leeroi’s back.

  The Hoth let out a petrifying scream that sounded like someone drowning. He was liquid and Albion was turning him into gas with his heat.

  “Keandra,” Albion suddenly boomed down at her.

  She stared up at his huge head. He looked the same and different at once. She was frightened of him, even though she knew that she should not be. She was glad that he was on her side.

  “Leave this room. Go join the others. I will find you.”

  Keandra did as she was told. She stayed on her hands and knees, rushing to the door before finally standing up. She ran to the room
where the others normally slept. They had obviously all been disturbed by the violent sounds coming from Leeroi’s chamber.

  She hid under the tables along with them, watching the door for any movement that showed it was over. The entire mine began to shake as the hallway lit up with Albion’s flames. He had torched the whole chamber.

  Leeroi was toast.

  When the door to the slaves’ room opened, Albion’s head appeared in the doorway. Actually, it was only his snout. That was all of him that could fit at the moment. Keandra had never been so happy to see a nose in her life.

  “Keandra, hop on my back. It is time to leave,” he said, and then hissed like a snake. “The rest of you, get out of here any way you can. Go fast and be smart while the Hoths are distracted. Leave this place. Leave this planet. Go.”

  There was no argument there. The slaves all started running in different directions, all of them going toward whichever exit they could think of.

  Keandra hesitated. “Why should I go with you?” she asked him. “What makes you safer than all the others, when you lied to me and gave me to these beasts?”

  Albion repositioned himself so his large, golden eye was all that could be seen in the doorway. Despite its size and the fact that a fierce dragon was attached to it, the eye was gentle and caring… and remorseful.

  “It was foolish of me,” he said. “I will work every day to regain and keep your trust… But we can discuss this later. Please climb onto my back, Keandra. I will keep you safe because I love you.”

  All of the wind was knocked out of her when she heard Albion say those words to her. She had not expected to hear him say that, especially not while he was a gargantuan dragon. Currently all she could see was one of his eyes. But somehow, that was enough.

  Not wanting to ruin the moment by speaking and likely saying something stupid due to her emotions, Keandra simply gave a curt nod and went to the doorway. He graciously moved out of the way so she did not ask his eye to move. She climbed aboard his spikey back and wiped the tears from her eyes.

  What a day she was having.

  Once she was safely on his back, Albion swiftly scurried through the gaping chasms of the mine, not caring as his large body crashed through walls and ruined everything the Hoths had built in his path. What his head and broad shoulders did not break, his tail smashed. At last, they made it to the top of the mineshaft. They both felt like they could breathe again.

  The Galactic Federation of Hoth was sitting up there in their throne room or whatever they wanted to call it. They were about to be cinders, Keandra guessed. But Albion did not set them on fire. He did not even grumble with smoke. He just narrowed his reptilian eyes at President Sluuurb, who cowered under his throne-like seat as if he did not expect a dragon shifter might possibly shift into a dragon when given power.

  Really, this was all Sluurb’s fault. Keandra did not expect that he would be president – or alive – for much longer.

  After scaring the Hoth leaders sufficiently, Albion flapped his great winged forearms and took to the sky – which meant that he took the roof off of the Hoths’ mining compound. The walls and roof fell all around Sluuurb and his constituents. Keandra held on tightly to Albion’s spikes. She hazarded a curious glance back as they flew ever upward. Sluuurb was not dead, but he was definitely pissed off.

  * * *

  After flying up high above Hoth, circling around until they were well enough away from the cluster of mining compounds, Albion finally landed roughly atop a rocky mountain top. Keandra slipped off of him as soon as she could, hugging herself as she watched Albion’s dragon shape languidly twist and contort back into his more humanoid form. There was no denying it; both as a dragon and as a blue-green human, Albion Pagoda was a sexy badass.

  Keandra was not ready to just completely forgive him, however. It would take a lot more than sweet words at a tense moment to make her forget what Albion had done, had allowed to happen… He never struck her, but he might as well have.

  There was a cave nearby atop that mountain, and as it started to rain thick, heavy, cold raindrops, Albion wordlessly ushered her inside of it, protecting her even still. Even though she had not responded to his love confession, or even thanked him.

  Her resolve was firm. But her gray rags were basically nothing against the cold, so she took advantage of his warmth when he wrapped his arms around her and sat with her upon the cave floor.

  “What are we doing here, Albion?” she asked him through shivers. “Why did you bring me here?”

  He looked at her, slow blinking. Keandra felt a pang when she saw that damned lizard blink. Such a stupid thing to have missed. “I did not plan to come here,” he said calmly. “I just wanted to get you away from there… I suppose I did not have a plan at all, except to save you.”

  She narrowed her eyes at him a little. “You’re not planning to hand me over to the next Hoth you see are you?”

  Albion laughed slightly.

  “Because, if so, your plan is pretty shitty.”

  Albion stopped laughing and gazed at Keandra, petting her cheekbone slightly with the knuckles of his right hand. “I will never hand you over to anyone. Please believe me. I love you and I will do anything to keep you safe. It was an idiotic mistake driven by greed and a false sense of entitlement. As soon as you were taken from me, I knew it was a mistake. I worked hard to make sure that it was rectified. Please… Keandra.”

  He sounded like she was not the only one who had been wounded on this crummy planet. She looked him in the eyes and then realized that she had forgotten all about her vow to never look him in the eyes again. Ever since his return, she had been suppressing her feelings for him. She had secretly longed for his touch, and that was only enhanced knowing his baby was growing inside her. That was not the action of someone who was never going to forgive him. That was the action of someone who still cared deeply for him.

  “I was not myself,” Albion went on, trying to explain himself so that she might understand. “I was mind controlled by the Hoths for years. Ever since I came here, working for the Resistance… Ever since they captured me and made me work for them as their dragon slave. It was love that broke their control, Keandra. It was my love for you that set me free from my mental shackles.”

  Saying that reminded him that she still wore shackles on her wrists and ankles. Using his tremendous strength, he set her free. Bringing his lips to hers, he set her spirits free.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  Feeling delirious from her rescue still, Keandra eagerly kissed Albion. He hungrily moved his tongue around her mouth as though every last inch needed to be felt, tasted, and explored. She could feel his sharp teeth against the tip of her tongue and it caused her panties to become wet. Such a man could not really be her hero. Such a man could not really love her. Not really. Right?

  The more they made out, the hornier he became. His erect cock nudged against her leg, and he pushed her legs apart. They fell back together onto the floor and he lay atop her, humping her slowly and sensually through their clothing. In one quick, fluid movement he had her shirt off of her, letting it fall somewhere in the corner of their cave.

  “I’m not attached to that,” she gasped between kisses.

  He smirked and removed her shorts and panties, tossing them in the same direction.

  “I’m not attached to those either,” Keandra said, inviting him to continue by undoing his pants and pulling out his cock.

  Albion, to her surprise, moved away from her hands and mouth. “I am not going to fuck you like that piece of shit wanted to,” he said. “You deserve better than that… You deserve this.”

  Suddenly, he took hold of her waist and slammed his cock into her. She let out a yelp and then gasped, combing her fingers through his thick, dark green hair. Albion held her still and undid her bra with one hand, letting it fall somewhere in the darkness beside them. He kicked his pants off and then she grabbed ahold of his shirt, liking the feel of it in her hands as he continued to thrust
himself inside of her in big, shattering movements.

  “Ahhhh, god, Albion,” Keandra shouted, throwing her head back a little and letting it brush against the cold cave floor. “I forgive you. I forgive you!”

  “Yeah?” he growled, fondling her breasts. He seemed to notice as well as she that they had grown since last they made love. He tilted his head a little but he did not ask about it. Possibly he did not want to embarrass or anger her by asking. She appreciated him even more for that.

  “You like this more than Leeroi?” he asked her, grunting as he fucked her, clamping his eyes shut and starting to sweat.

  Keandra felt her body reaching orgasm. She felt like she might explode. “Yes!” she screamed, making the cave echo with sounds of her lust and pleasure. “Better! Ahhhh, this is better!!”

  Smirking, Albion licked his thumb and then brought it to her clit, where he stroked and pressed his thumb against her most sensitive spot. Keandra opened her mouth in a silent scream as she came against him, wrapping his big cock in her tightness as the walls of her pussy expanded and contracted around him.

  Albion thrust faster and faster until he came inside her, filling her up again with the warm, tingly feelings that she had so enjoyed before when they made love on his spaceship. Before her world went to shit, or the Galactic Federation just resumed its operations as usual, whichever way one wanted to look at it.

  He pulled out of her and cuddled her a moment on the cave floor, kissing her and petting her cinnamon hair. She stroked his forest of green chest hair and gazed lovingly into his eyes.

  “I love you,” Keandra confessed. She could not deny it or be angry at him any longer. He had saved her life twice. Surely that could cancel out one deception. “I’m sorry I did not say it sooner; it’s just that you betrayed me.”