“You know, Dumplin’…you are very resilient. With the blood loss you have suffered, most others would be too weak to even stand. The poisonous blood you drank from me has given you added strength, but it will not last much longer. You will feel that loss in a bad way soon, I’m afraid.” His brows drew together as he stared into my face. Man, it was hard to gaze at him without feeling a stirring in my nether regions.
He spun away and I couldn’t keep myself from watching his muscled back, his exquisite round butt. Damn. As long as I had a breath of life left in my body, I’d be drawn to him. Even though I thought of him as a pig, as a bastard—what a powerful bastard he was, what an incredible, handsome pig. Why did he have to sport fangs and metallic golden eyes?
My head fell back to the soft cushion and I didn’t have the strength to lift it again. Boy, Stefan was never wrong. Weariness settled into my bones and put down roots. I couldn’t imagine ever getting off this sofa again. My lids drifted closed.
Strong arms scooped me off the couch and carried me close to a very warm body. I had to see—ah, my sheriff. Fresh from the shower, he smelled luscious—his natural butterscotch scent enticed me like an oasis in the desert.
I wanted a shower also. I wanted to get the stench of those monsters off my body—the odor of their reeking cage out of my hair. I just didn’t know if I could remain upright long enough to wash myself.
John kicked open a door and strode into a luxurious bedroom, heading toward the huge bed. I didn’t want to foul that luxurious comforter with my filth. “Not on the clean bed, John.”
He nodded and set me down on the divan instead. “I’ll run you a bath.” Seconds later, the splashing of water echoed from the bathroom.
Eager to be clean again, I unbuttoned my shirt and tried to stand. I fell to my knees. My legs would not support my weight. I’d never been this weak before, not even when the rogue ripped my throat open and stole my blood. Those wounds still throbbed from time to time, reminding me how close I’d been to death. Heck I’d been at death’s door many times since the night I decided to search for one of the Elite.
And here I was, in their midst.
“Sandy. Why didn’t you wait for me? Come on, you have been through a lot and lost a considerable amount of blood.” John dropped to his knees and slid his arms under my limp body. Once again, he carried me. I enjoyed riding in this being’s arms but all too soon, he swung my feet to the floor and helped me sit on the side of the enormous tub.
John peeled the filthy shirt off my back. I didn’t even want to think about what had stuck it to my skin. I turned my face away as he tossed the garment to the floor. With his help, I managed to slither into the warm, soapy water. Bliss. I saw him ogling my naked body—but so what. He’d seen it all before, tasted it all before.
Stefan entered, a tall glass in his hand. Had these guys heard of privacy?
“Here, Dumplin’. Drink this. You will feel better after you finish my special concoction.” He sat the glass on the tub beside me and positioned the straw, holding it there as he stared, waiting for me to drink it.
I closed my lips on the straw and drank. Faint taste of oranges, bananas, cream and vitamins, not repulsive by any means but it bothered me that both of them watched me with such avid interest as I sucked down Stefan’s special drink.
“What’s in this?” If he didn’t tell me, I had no intention of drinking any more.
“It is my own blend of juice, protein, B-12, iron, folic acid, assorted other vitamins and hemoglobin building hormones. It will make you feel better. Finish it.” I did.
Sliding down in the water, I closed my eyes and dunked my head, remaining there until I heard John’s worried voice like sonar in my bath water. Hands plunged under my arms to pull me up. I sputtered, looking up at them as they stared down at me.
“Do you have to watch every move I make?”
“Yes.” They both answered at the same time. Damn them. No, it didn’t bother me to have two gorgeous Elite in the bathroom with me as I tried to bathe. My discomfort turned to mortification when John lifted the washcloth and rubbed it with soap.
“Hey, I can wash myself.” I tried to complain, but he ignored me and with tender strokes, rubbed the rough cloth across my back and down into the water to his favorite spot. I should’ve known he would zero in on my ass. Stefan picked up the shampoo and squirted some in his hand, looking from his hand to my tangled hair until I sighed and leaned back. Not so bad allowing them to wash me. I moved beyond feeling like their pet—or the exquisite torture of their hands all over my body made me forget.
“Okay, off to bed you go.” John helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in an enormous bath towel. As he herded me into the bedroom, I balked.
“Wait a minute. I want clothes. I’m tired of strutting around in one of your shirts and nothing else, John.” Just those few sentences stole my breath away. I panted as if I’d run a marathon. Stefan rushed past us and left. I thought his behavior rude until he returned right away with a pair of pink shorts and a t-shirt.
What a simple joy. Shorts and a shirt. I could just kiss him—even though he is still a pig. I shucked the towel and grabbed the clothes from Stefan to put them on right then. With John’s support and his helpful hands, I managed to get dressed and wobble over to the bed.
Heaven could not be more comfortable than this huge bed. Someone had already turned the spread back. I slid between lavender-scented satin sheets and realized right then that I didn’t want to leave, maybe ever. I didn’t even complain when John flopped down to lie next to me, his arm across my stomach. Stefan had to have enough beds for John to get his own, but I didn’t care any longer. I just wanted to sleep.
* * * *
Pain in my arm woke me. I tried pushing it away and hands held my arm down. Oh hell, what now? I opened my eyes to see a strange Elite man bent over me. He wore a white lab coat and a deep scowl. I tried to sit and he stopped me with a hand to my chest.
“No, lie still.” I followed his gaze as he turned to look at the red plastic bag hanging on a tall pole beside the bed. Oh, not a red bag, a clear bag—half filled with blood. Another transfusion. I hoped to hell this guy knew what he was doing. I didn’t want to wake up dead. I almost laughed at my crazed thoughts. But I’d gone beyond crazy and had long ago entered my own personal twilight zone.
“Who are you?” I thought that at first he hadn’t heard me, but I saw him sigh as if I irritated him.
“I am not here to answer your questions. Just lie still and let me finish my work. I’m not normally giving blood to humans.” His lip curled with distaste as he spoke. I didn’t like this guy at all. For once though, I did as he instructed and closed my eyes, willing him to finish and leave. Moving my free arm to the side, I searched for John’s comfort.
My eyes flew open and jerked to my side where John had been resting. Not there. My heart raced as sudden fear rushed through my veins. Alone with another member of the Elite. My eyes bulging, I gasped, watching the liquid run down the tube into my body. Was it just a transfusion or something far more sinister?
“Where’s John?”
“I’m not going to hurt you, girl. I’ll be done in a moment.”
“John.” I yelled.
“Shut up. He is resting.” The white- coated Elite put his meaty paws on my shoulders, holding me down as he stared into my face. His hateful gold eyes vibrated in the sockets and pain shot through my forehead followed by the cool mist. My limbs turned to petrified wood, but I fought his control, my mind remaining active. Instead of nodding off, I probed his thoughts.
I saw dozens of men and women, all reclining on tan colored contoured benches. Tubes ran from their arms to plastic bags like the one hanging on the pole above me. But their bags hung low, from the side of the bench. This same Elite creature walked past them, collecting the bags and removing the needles from their flesh. He harvested their blood.
The vision vanished in an excruciating flash that burned into my brain. “Y
ou are a very bad girl. I’ll have to inform Stefan about your misbehavior.” He yanked the huge needle out of my arm with far more force than necessary and slapped a cotton ball and a strip of white tape over the oozing hole.
I twisted my lips into a snarl, mocking him. “I’ll have to tell Stefan—nah nah nah, tattle tale.”
Now I’d done it. He dropped his supplies and lifted his hand to strike me, his metallic golden orbs roaring with anger. I squeezed my eyes shut and waited for the pain.
EIGHTEEN
“Stop, Yuri.” My eyes snapped open.
“Why should I?” Yuri didn’t look like he planned to do anything but hit me.
John moved to his side in a flash, grabbing his wrist in a steel grip. Yuri flinched. “I said to stop.” John spoke through clenched teeth and I saw spit slip from his lips to hit Yuri on the cheek.
“Who are you to tell me what to do? I follow Stefan’s commands.”
“And who told you to treat this woman? Who was it, Yuri? Did you hear voices in your head?” All the bluster melted away in an instant and John dropped Yuri’s arm.
“Apologies. She infuriated me so. I lost my temper.” Yuri ducked his head and trotted out. John gathered the tubing and other discarded stuff and tossed it on the floor, then he turned to glare at me. Uh oh.
“I should have let him smack you, Sandy. You cannot antagonize the Elite this way. We don’t tolerate insolence from humans.”
“Sorry.” I meant it too. I don’t know why I acted that way. I didn’t want to tell him that though. The blood helped so much, I felt renewed, ready to tackle anyone.
“You have to treat us with an inordinate amount of respect. I don’t want your unique position here to make you unwary of any member of the Elite. Do you understand what I’m saying?” My eyes must have glazed over because John kneeled on the bed beside me, shaking my shoulder.
“Do you hear me, Sandy?” I nodded, my wanton gaze drifting to the nice bulge in his gym shorts. I turned my head to get a better view and his manhood swelled even more as I stared. He snuck his hand to the waistband, pulling the elastic down and his penis popped out to point right at me. Without looking up at his face, I propped myself up on one elbow and took him into my mouth.
I ran my tongue down skin as soft as rose petals. John groaned and I locked my lips around his shaft to form a suction. The strong aroma of butterscotch wafted from the curly hairs near my nose and I wanted to bury my face there and inhale that sweetness. But his immense size and my position prevented that so I worked on pulling all the blood in his body to the head of his cock.
Fingers flowed through my hair, tugging me away, then pulling me closer. “Oh, Sandy…” John collapsed on the bed and I followed, never losing the prize in my mouth. I straddled his legs, gripping the base of his giant cock with my fist, pumping it as I alternated between sucking the head, licking his penis ridges and running my tongue through the small slit at the end. The muscles in John’s thighs tightened, lifting me in the air as he exploded in my mouth.
I swallowed every sugary, sticky drop. Amazing that it didn’t gag me, or burn like Stefan’s blood. My head buzzed as John lifted me off his wilting cock and placed me on the bed bedside him. Winged insects torpedoed through my organs and my vision blurred.
“What’s goin’ on?” I saw his form hovering over my face, but his features smeared into abstract art—his brilliant gold eyes growing into enormous glowing disks. Fear roared through me, my heart ready to burst.
“It’s got quite a kick, huh Sweetheart?” His laughter came at me from all directions, pinging around inside my spinning mind—but it also infected me, a comedic virus. Giggles erupted from my throat and my chest heaved as I fought to control myself. Tears poured down both sides of my face, pooling in my ears and still I laughed. I couldn’t catch my breath and as I gasped to draw air, I reigned in my runaway mirth.
Heat sizzled in my stomach, comforting warmth, chicken soup on a cold winter day. Above me, John’s grinning face loomed. If I stared too long, I’d be gasping for air again. Damn man was too good looking. His golden eyes twinkled as he watched me wipe the tear trails from my face. I wanted to grab him and kiss him with a savagery that would shock him.
But I also craved a gentle touch. How wonderful it would feel to be cherished by this delicious Elite male. I could pretend that he loved me.
John moved closer and the breath caught in my throat. His lips touched mine with a touch as light as a gentle breeze through the trees. A rash of goose bumps covered my exposed skin, my nerves electrified by his touch.
“How do you feel?” His whisper sent more teeny bumps down my arms and legs. He kissed my cheek, my ear—my throat. I tensed as his caresses traveled down to my shoulder, then back up my neck. His tongue followed the trail blazed by his lips and I relaxed again when he kept his fang teeth to himself. Though I anticipated his next bite with a mixture of fear and sexual depravity.
“I feel great.” Raspy baritone speech more masculine than my natural voice but yet I know my lips formed those words. I could only attribute the Elite elixir I’d just swallowed to my change of timbre. I cleared my throat, hoping to sound like a woman next time I spoke.
John lifted the hem of my shirt and pulled it over my head in one fluid jerk. The cool room air made my nipples jump to attention and he dove on first one then the other, his lips smacking on my breasts as he suckled each one. His sharp teeth grazed my skin but he didn’t bite down and I released the air I hadn’t realized I’d been holding. I ran my fingers through his hair, reveling in the soft strands sliding against my hands as his tongue wrapped around my nipple.
He slipped his hand up the loose leg of my shorts and parted the folds, plunging inside with a deft move that left me once again breathless. My wet pussy throbbed with his delicate assault. He moved his slick fingers to my clit and rubbed it in a circular motion before sliding them back inside as far as he could reach. I arched, pushing myself against his hand, spreading my legs so he could get to me easier.
“You are so hot, Sandy. Let’s get these encumbering little pants off of you.” I lifted my hips to help as he pulled my shorts down my legs, raking his fingernails across my excited nerves. I stared at his gym shorts, then moved my gaze to his gorgeous face and back again to the unwanted clothing. John grinned, flopped on his back and tore the shorts off.
His lips traveled my body, followed by his talented tongue—then he surprised me by planting a deep kiss on my mouth. Knees nudged my legs farther apart and his massive cock waited at the entrance to my pussy, pulsing there until I pushed down, begging him to fuck me. John drove into me with enough force to scoot my body to the head of the bed then he eased out at a sloth-like pace. Repeating that same motion, over and over I wanted to scream at him to stop tormenting me.
“Take me hard, John.” My plea made him laugh and he plunged in hard and fast, his muscles clenching, as he took me like I asked him to, slamming our bodies together to the beat of a primal drum. His motion slowed just as my pleasure expanded, swelling from my pussy in waves that ebbed as he pulled out. I moaned and tried to pull him back to me.
“No Sandy, I want to taste you—as you did me.” He turned around, his movement so fast I saw only a blur and then his huge cock hanging in my face as he dove into my pussy like a starving cub after the teat. He devoured me, his tongue a frenzy on my clit and my orgasm tore through my body with a violence that made me clamp my jaws, an un-natural keening cry spewing from my throat.
My cry turned to a scream as John turned his head and sliced into my inner thigh with razor sharp teeth. The slight pain intensified my climax and the waves rippled out from his fangs in my vein. He took a small amount, then lapped at the wound. Above me, John’s cock grew again. I could not believe it possible, but it did expand even larger and as it grew, the tip crept closer and closer to my face until I opened my mouth and latched onto it.
Shudders ran through his body and it delighted me that I caused them.
Locked together at each end, I sucked as hard as I could on his cock and he drove his tongue deep into my throbbing pussy. John nibbled on my swollen clit, then sucked on it as I sucked on him. Another orgasm brewed in my groin and boiled over in his mouth as aftershocks of pleasure ripped through me. I lost my grip on his cock as I gasped. My heart stopped and I would not mind dying at this instance, forever trapped in this ecstasy.
But no, rapid fluttering beats filled my chest and still he didn’t stop his exploration. I tried pushing his head away but his neck had morphed into a concrete pillar. His tongue flicked my raging clit with inhuman speed and my legs trembled in time to his licks. John crawled around on the bed until he slid off the side, his tongue never slowing as he maintained contact—despite the contortions his body went through to climb over me and ease to his knees on the floor.
I tried squeezing my legs together but he held them firm. I couldn’t take this assault any more. My entire body now quivered, all motor functions out of control. I would cease to exist on this plane if he didn’t stop. Liquid fire traveled through my nerve endings and coalesced in my pussy. Orgasm flashed through my cells, separating them, turning me into raw energy that floated about the room on a carpet of pure rapture. I screamed. I screamed loud and hard.
Stefan burst into the room, his eyes wide, his face a mask of worry. “John, what the hell are you doing?” Stefan stood there, his hands on his hips glaring at John as he kneeled between my legs. Smiling, John lifted the crumpled sheets and wiped my juices from his chin before he stood to face his friend. Stefan glanced down at the erection still bobbing from John’s groin as he stood to face him. Stefan’s lips twitched as if he stifled a grin.
John walked right up to him, his stiff dick reaching Stefan before he did. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
Curfew Page 11
