The Silver Fang

by Silver Fang (NCP) (lit)

  "What is this?" He wrapped his fingers in the soft silk of my blouse, lightly tugging on the material. "Hmmm… Soft." His voice was knotting my insides as he spoke. He then moved his hand under my blouse and over my stomach below my bra and paused, rubbing his fingers against my skin. He brushed my nipple with his knuckles and I gasped. My heart rumbled in response to his caresses as he lowered his hand past my waist to my thigh leaving a trail of fire over everything he touched. He inclined his head and with the pressure of his fingers, he forced my legs apart. I felt warmth all over melting away my resolve.

  His hand glided across my leg to the now empty holster hidden below my skirt. "Madam, you are without your precious weapon. What could you possibly do to me without your gun?" He said softly along my neck as he slid his hands further up my thighs. My lower body trembled as his hand moved dangerously close to the soft heat between my legs. His long magical fingers brushed against my opening, causing me to groan softly.

  He responded to my pleasure in a low husky voice. "Beautiful storm."

  My world swam in streams of colors, heat and desire threatening to consume me. I could barely breathe. He murmured lowly in French, causing me to flinch and pull back further. I felt the sharp scraping of his fangs against my neck and fear-rushing adrenaline brought me back to my senses. I have more control than this, what was my problem? I pushed his hand away, swiftly lifting my knee and striking him in the groin. He doubled over for a few seconds, cursing quietly. I stood watching him carefully, waiting for him to react. He sat up and in a blink of an eye, he grabbed me by the shoulders, lifting me up into his arms, cradling me against his chest. I had no time to react, it all happened so rapidly. The elevator stopped and he exited. I fought the hold he had over me, hollering and hitting the whole way. He strutted to the apartment door and with a flick of his hand, it opened while I continued to kick and scream.

  I stopped yelling only to ask, "How did you know this was his apartment?"

  He just stood there holding me against him tightly. "My little storm, what am I to do with you?" He laughed that sexy ‘I am going to eat you for dinner’ mind-shattering laugh.

  "I’ll tell you what you’re going to do. Let me GO, you ignoramus," I growled.

  "Madam, please settle down before you get hurt." He pleaded with those gorgeous eyes as if he was concerned for my well-being.

  I knew better than that, he only cared about his precious master and the job. His cologne floated over me dark, deep, and sensuous. His hand slid over my butt moving closer to my inner thigh. I would forever wonder why I picked tonight not to wear underwear. The thought of his hands touching me sent tremors up and down my body.

  The lights came on as we entered the apartment. "We are here, Madam, and all is well. No one is dead or bleeding." He paused. "Yet." He said, eyes twinkling mischievously.

  I pressed my hand further between us trying to grab onto something. "Put me down, put me down now." He smiled and released me. I hit the floor with a thud, looking up at him. "You bastard." He put me down all right. He dropped me on my arse in the living room then threw my gun to the floor.

  Peering down at me, he smiled seductively. "Madam, keep the gun, it will do you no good to shoot me. It is like a warm teddy bear that cuddles with you at night but doesn’t protect you from the devil." He held out his hand to help me off the floor.

  I knocked his hand away and stood on my own. Taking my gun, I angrily shoved it in my holster. Shoot him! Shoot HIM! I wanted so badly to listen to the voice in my head but jail time wasn’t in my cards. There must be a better reason for killing someone than just being a pain in the butt vampire who just happened to take a bite out of me and also who dropped me on the floor. I would bide my time and if he made one false move, he could kiss his pretty bum goodbye.

  I was relieved to be in Trevor’s apartment since it was such a homey, familiar place. His apartment was much smaller than my house but it still felt like home.

  I pointed to the door. "You can leave now. You have worn out your welcome!"

  Siön Baptiste didn’t budge, he just stood there smiling. I thought I could revoke his privileged or something from entering, but I guess it was just another vampire wives tale. He looked so damn good and he knew it. I had a sneaking suspicion Siön Baptiste wasn’t accustomed to rejection. Good thing I didn’t care. "Do you ever listen to people? I want you to leave." I smirked.

  He lifted an eyebrow and nodded. "If I go now you will lose your money and we shall both die. I cannot protect you if I cease to exist." He sighed as he moved to the door.

  "I thought I was protecting you. Why the sudden concern for my well being?" The anger that had been building up since The Silver Fang was ready to break free. I couldn’t promise anyone’s safety if that happened. I had enough! "I would like you to leave." I said calmly.

  He ignored my question but opened the door, apparently admitting defeat. Standing completely still with his head cocked to one side he looked as if he was analyzing my reaction and question. He then proceeded to leave as abruptly as he had entered. Finally, I had won the battle. I walked over to lock the door and as I started to shut it, he grabbed my hand, swinging himself around, slamming me into the wall. He pressed against me until the swell of my back hit the doorknob. Leaning over he locked the door. Taking both of my hands, he shoved them harshly above my head with only one of his. His muscles flexed as he held me. I’d never met a vampire this strong.

  He hesitated a moment, and I fought the urge to look him in the eyes. "My sweet, I will not die for your stubbornness tonight," he hissed the words.

  With his free hand, Siön Baptiste grasped my chin, forcing me to face him. I wasn’t going to lose tonight, Samantha Houston never lost. This vampire was dangerous and I didn’t trust him. He had already bitten me once tonight.

  "Get off me!" I yelled.

  His eyes were simply gorgeous, like the rest of him, swallowing me with his desire. He held my gaze with a hot, lustful stare, sliding his tongue slowly over his sensuous lips. My pulse quickened and my knees buckled as he moved his mouth over mine. This time he didn’t stop, pushing his lips into mine, he penetrated my mouth with his tongue. He gently caressed my lips, sending a feverish warmth through my body. I tried to struggle but he was too strong and it felt too good. My body throbbed with pleasure as he crushed his hips into mine. He felt wonderful against me, and the feeling of his heart thundering against my chest made me gasp. As soon as the noise escaped my mouth, he took my breath. My body melted into his and I soon felt myself returning his passionate kiss. His grip lessening, he slowly released my hands. I dropped my gun to the floor and with it, any hope of him leaving.

  It was hard to think, let alone talk. My whole body scorched, writhing under his kiss. He slipped his fingers tenderly through my hair down my neck bringing me closer to him. My hands dropped around his back grabbing his shirt. He wrapped his arms around my waist, snuggling me against him. Sensing the effect he had on me, he pushed his legs against me, moving his thigh in between mine. The leather pants were much softer than they looked. I was effectively trapped, as he laughed in my mouth soft and low. The sound tickled my body, tightening my nipples, moving downward to other hidden places.

  He picked me up without any effort, never losing contact with my mouth. Moving with ease through the apartment, as if he owned the place, he managed to find the bedroom and placed me gently on the bed, releasing his mouth from mine.

  Siön Baptiste stroked my hair, and that one gentle touch brought my face to his. How could a monster be so gentle? I gazed at his angelic face and the smooth line of his body. He had the look of a man wanting something forbidden, yet not caring. The heat in his mesmerizing eyes brought a low groan to my throat. He lowered his mouth towards mine, licking my lower lip. He was so hard, so firm against my hips that my hands moved instinctively towards his pants.

  "I want to taste you, my sweet," he muttered, nuzzling closer.

  I shook my head pushing him away. "No." I couldn�
��t believe my own ears.

  He moved his mouth to my neck, sliding his hand up my leg to my thigh. We were burning with desire our bodies begging to be one.

  I fought the feel of his mouth on mine, the feel of him in my arms, trying to say something. I only managed to say, "No." This time I screamed, as I attempted to push him off me. My breath came in shallow pants while my body quivered from the inside out.

  Oh, God, the things this man did to me.

  "My sweet does not enjoy my caresses?" His voice husky and his eyes gleamed with need.

  I shook my head, moving my hands to his hard chest. "No, I can’t do this." He lifted me up off the bed and began unbuttoning my blouse. I froze, held by his hungry gaze.

  He yanked my clothes off with one quick sweep of his hand. I was almost completely naked and the look in his eyes was desperate. Captivated by the sheer power of his presence I couldn’t move. I watched helplessly as he caressed my legs, leaving a trail of heat touching just high enough to tease, without touching too much. My hips lifted begging him to reach further. He removed my stockings one at a time and slowly pulled off my garters. He threw the covers back and placed them gently over me. Turning out the light, he pulled the shades down and crawled in on the other side.

  I rolled away from him, bringing my legs into my chest, feeling a cold void from where his body ceased to touch. His passionate kiss still lingered as I held onto my knees. Immobile with fear, excitement, or both I stared into the darkness of the room. I attempted to catch my breath as my heart continued beating erratically.

  "Goodnight, my sweet," he said quietly.

  Reality smacked me in the face and I jolted straight up. "You cannot sleep here!" No way would a stranger, let alone a vampire sleep in the same bed with me. For some reason I had no control over what Siön Baptiste did and this frustrated me. The feeling of helplessness pressed against my chest.

  "Oh, but I am," he replied, sounding damn sure of himself.

  "Siön, are you a master vampire?" I whispered, afraid to hear the answer.

  "Does it matter, my sweet?" He teased.

  A tremor traveled through my body. "Yes, it does." It mattered because I needed to know what I was up against.

  He chuckled softly sending my body into defense mode. "I am older than anyone you have ever encountered. Does that answer your question, my sweet?" He remained calm, not revealing any emotion other than his soft laughter.

  "No, I want you to leave. I don’t want this job anymore." I hope he didn’t hear the fear in my voice.

  The bed moved. I felt a warm whisper of his breath on my neck. Oh God, I didn’t want to die like this.

  I barely managed to croak the words "do not touch me again." I knew he wouldn’t hurt me, but his touch was intoxicating and I needed to be able to think clearly.

  "My sweet, I will never let harm come to you while I am alive." He sounded sincere.

  "Stop calling me your sweet." I was feeling better, much better. "I am not sweet."

  He grinned in the dark as he swept his tongue seductively across his mouth. "You taste sweet." He moved his hand down my back, stopping above my hips. "I will stop if you do not enjoy my touch." The room carried his voice all around me… like a cool blanketing autumn breeze, like basking in the sun on a cold day. He made me feel so hot with need and yet the chill of what he could do threatened to devour me.

  "Please stop," I said it with determination and strength.

  "As you wish, my sweet."

  "Don’t you need a coffin or something?" I asked.

  His laugher resonated off the walls, down my spine, and through places no man should be able to touch. "You are quite a find, my darling."

  "If you don’t leave, I will." I started to get up and realized I was completely naked and in order for me to leave the room, he would see me totally exposed. Was it really so bad sleeping with a vampire? I lay back down, pulling the covers up around my chin. "Touch me once and I’ll have your head on a platter," I warned.

  "My dear, don’t make promises you cannot keep." He was angry and with that, the room fell silent.

  Great, piss off an already dangerous, sexy biting vampire. Not good, Samantha, not good!

  Chapter 6

  Opening my eyes slowly, I had a sneaking suspicion Dorothy wasn’t home anymore. I wanted my red shiny shoes and I wanted them immediately.

  Sun penetrated the cracks in the blinds, casting shadows and light over the entire room. Was it all just a bad dream? Pulling the covers up under my chin, I turned towards the nightstand. The alarm clock glowed bright neon red in the shadows. It was already 10:00 a.m. I tried rolling over and realized quickly that a long arm stretched lazily over my stomach, pinning me to the bed. "Trevor?" I whispered. It hit me all at once--nothing about last night was a dream. Everything I’d imagined truly did occur, even Siön Baptiste.

  Lifting myself off the bed using my elbows, I squirmed under the warm pressure of his arm draped over my stomach. Butterflies swirled low as the inviting arm moved gently across my skin. "Get off me," I screamed, pushing his arm away. Siön Baptiste’s masculine arm slid down the side of his body as he slowly moved, taking most of the covers with him. My mouth dropped open in surprise, he was naked. How dare he! His long muscular thighs and back were uncovered giving me a wonderful view of his body. Get a grip, Samantha! Watching the movement of his muscles with every breath he took reminded me of his soft kiss. A warm blush spread over my face. Even asleep, he somehow managed to look smug and happy as a lark.

  I sat up quietly and began to shuffle towards the side of the bed. I had no desire to wake sleeping beauty since this beauty was a deadly vampire. My feet hit the soft plush rug and as I turned to replace what was left of covers I noticed his butt was still unfortunately covered with the sheets. What a shame. The temptation to yank the covers off overtook any rational thought as I stared longingly at the good-looking vampire before me. My stomach fluttered, sending sensations of lust and sex through my body. I could pull on the covers lightly enough to expose what I knew had to be a great ass. Yes, what a great idea, a little peek never hurt anyone. I gently tugged at the sheet and just as I got a good grip, he rolled facing me. I jumped back as the smug handsome bastard smiled knowingly, sending heat to my face and other places. My body crashed into the nightstand, sending the lamp, me and the alarm clock flying through the air, landing soundly on the floor. I attempted to break my fall by grabbing the sheet and pulling it with me. Everything happened so quickly. Before I realized what hit me, I was on the floor, the sheet still in my hands. Graceful Sam!

  I shook at the sound of his voice. "My sweet, if you wanted a peek, you could have just asked." He started laughing, almost a giggle. "You did not need to go to all this trouble, my little beau l’orage."

  I sat on the floor while the heat from his gaze washed over my entire body. How embarrassing. Anger soon replaced my embarrassment as his smile deepened to a knee-slapping laugh. I didn’t have to put up with this bastard. I got up and without looking at him or the bed, I threw the covers around me and stomped to the bathroom. Slamming the door shut, I grimaced as the pain from my fall and embarrassment enraged me.

  I moved away from the door only to stop dead in my tracks. The sheets were firmly embedded in the frame not allowing me to lock the bathroom door. No way in hell I was going to take a shower with the door unlocked while a sexy, dangerous vampire waited in the next room. I gathered the sheet and proceeded to push it back into the room. Quickly shutting the door and locking it, I listened to the mocking laughter from the other side. Leaning my head against the door, I heard Siön Baptiste slide out of bed and head for the bathroom.

  "I am taking a shower so bug off, fang face." The last word came out with all the hatred I felt at the moment.

  "You’re not going to allow me to tag along?" He said cheerfully through the door.

  "I am serious batman, bug off. I’ve had to put up with enough of your crap for one night." I hit the door with my palm. Leaning my fore
head against the frame, I moved my ear over the wood straining to hear what he was doing.

  He rested his head against the door while his finger traced heated circles near my face. I felt the warmth of his body even through the space between us and quickly backed away.

  He very quietly insinuated, "But my sweet, it was a night I will always remember."

  I stepped further away, my heart beating out of my chest. Did I forget something else about last night, something important? No, he was just playing his vampire games.

  "Leave me alone." With that, I walked over to the shower and turned the water on. I always left spare weapons and a fresh change of clothes at Trevor’s house. I opened the closet door and sat on the toilet while I pulled out a large plastic container.

  The bathroom was set up so that the door was on one side of the tub and the toilet, sink and closet were on the other side. Anybody walking in would only see the white porcelain tub. The tub was an antique pedestal with a curtain on all four sides. Trevor had a shower installed a year ago when I complained about baths taking too long. There was a small window over the toilet that let enough sunlight in to make the bathroom seem more spacious.

  Opening up the plastic container, I removed my gun and throwing stars. Everything I owned was silver-plated so not only would the bad guys feel it but even the supernatural dudes. As a little girl, I’d watched Bruce Lee movies and always wanted to learn to throw Chinese fighting stars. Last year I’d earned my black belt in judo and eventually trained in using the stars as weapons. I even had a halter that held both guns and stars.

  I placed the weapons on the toilet next to the tub. Easy to reach in case I needed them in a hurry. In the cabinet above the sink, I found my deodorant and cosmetics. One side was Trevor’s and the other mine. What Trevor had to put up with when I was around would be enough to drive any man crazy. No wonder he didn’t have a steady girlfriend. Everyone thought we were more than just friends, but no, he was my brother. My heart began to ache at the thought of Trevor in the hospital alone. I had to find a way to ditch fang face and head over to pick him up, today if possible. I knew it wasn’t going to be easy to get away from bat breath, but there was no way I would jeopardize Trevor’s safety. Siön Baptiste seemed bent on making my life miserable. I took a deep breath determined to set things right. "Samantha, you idiot," I scolded, angry at my lack of control over the situation. I always tend to complicate my life more than it needs to be and the vampire in the next room was one big complication.