by Amy Faye
"What does any man want with a woman?" Jason's voice was closer, now, and she could feel his breath against her neck.
Sarah shivered. She didn't want to lean away from him, though it came naturally to her. She wanted… it didn't matter what she wanted.
"Okay, so let's pretend I believe you. What's next?"
"Well, we have to eat, of course." The joke was inappropriate, Sarah thought. All this talk of vampires, and now talk of… 'eating?' "We have a usual feel, about a thousand dollars."
Sarah's eyes widened. She didn't care who saw. She turned around to face him, looking for a sign that Jason was kidding when he'd thrown out the number. For once, his face seemed serious, past the emotions and past the jokes.
"I don't have—"
"No, they usually don't. Of course, we don't usually help people who can't afford the help. Do we, Isaiah?"
The question was pointed and, Sarah realized, angry. Why would he go out of his way for her? That was… absolutely crazy, she thought.
Isaiah's lips pursed together and he looked up at Jason with those hot-coal eyes. If he'd looked at her like that, Sarah might have caught on fire.
"If we're not getting paid for this gig, I'm leaving," said the voice behind her. She and Isaiah watched Jason walk away. When he got to the door, Isaiah started to rise, as well.
"If he goes…" He started towards the door. "I guess I go."
"Wait," she said, the words catching in her throat. "What if I could pay you both back somehow?"
"Like what? I don't take loans. The business doesn't see us coming back to the same place that often, after all. It's dangerous to stay in one place too long. The wrong sort of people catch on to what you're doing. And I don't need to have any books shelved."
She got up and wrapped her arms around his thick chest. He was big, she realized. He seemed proportional, and she'd only seen him standing relatively far away, but this close, the two of them together, he must have been a foot and a half taller than her.
"I could pay you with… you know. I could show you both a good time."
Isaiah turned, his hands on her shoulders, his eyes staring into hers. It was hard not to look away. Whatever it was that drove him, whatever it was that made him the person he was, he had more of it than anyone she'd ever known.
His eyes were already burning into her, looking deep inside. What did he see? His lips pursed, and then he leaned in and claimed a kiss from her lips before she had a chance to react.
His kiss was like a drug, sending her mind into overdrive.
"Fine," he growled as he pulled away. "I'll take the job."
Sarah pressed her body into him, feeling his hard muscles through his clothes, feeling it press back against her own soft form. She pushed back against him when his hand came up to squeeze her ass.
"Don't you need to go talk to Jason?"
He kissed her again in response, his hands not resting as he explored her body. Sarah's skin lit up in her mind, sending sharp signals of pleasure wherever he touched.
She was just paying for his services. Paying for the safety that only he could provide, the only way that she knew how. She wouldn't admit that it was pleasure, that she wanted it as much as he.
His kiss grazed her neck, a soft brush, and then it was gone, and his mouth had moved lower, kissing her exposed collar bone, kissing down the low neck of her shirt. He exposed one of her breasts and claimed it in his mouth, the heat and the sharp, electric pleasure mixing and merging and driving Sarah mad.
This was nothing like the last time she'd been with a man. He had left her bored and she'd let herself believe that it was no better than spending quality time with a dirty book and a vibrator.
This was something more, something that got deep into her mind and twisted her core, tying knots in her stomach that she wanted nothing more than to let him undo.
"I…" He let out a long breath and stepped back. "Now isn't the right time. We've got—"
He stopped when they heard footsteps coming up to the door, pounding the ground hard, like someone running. The door burst open a split-second later.
"We've got trouble." Jason looked more serious than she'd ever seen him. Whatever 'trouble' meant, she didn't want to have to find out if it scared a monster hunter this much.
She only heard the sirens a moment later, only registered their meaning a moment after that. What did the police want with her apartment? It was only when a loudspeaker came on instructing her to come out with her both her hands visible that she realized. They were here for her.
Why were the police here for her? She hadn't done anything wrong. Even with the strange men that they'd left behind in the alley, she hadn't done anything. It had all been the two men in the room with her now. A voice pulled her out of her stupor. A voice she didn't recognize until later.
"You have one chance to escape, Miss Lincoln. You can come with me, and your friends here will be spared, or you can resist, and they'll both be dead before they hit the ground."
She turned to face the speaker. He was in her bedroom, stepping out of the deep shadows and into the main room where the overhead light provided dim illumination. A well-dressed man, a man who looked as if he came from not-inconsiderable wealth.
How had he gotten in? There was no ground access to the fire escape outside her window, and he wasn't wearing a policeman's uniform.
"Come with me, and I promise, everything will be fine."
She heard the words come out of his mouth and realized with a jolt that he was right. There was nothing that she could do, but if she went with him—surely Isaiah and Jason had been wrong. Whatever the situation was, he certainly wasn't a vampire. He wasn't going to hurt her.
The hand around her arm, yanking her away, brought her suddenly to the realization that she'd already started moving towards him. Jason's hand was tight, like a vice, and he pulled her along behind. The well-dressed mystery man moved to follow with surprising speed, but Isaiah took a long step and stood in his way.
"You'll leave her be," he growled. Was that a note of… protectiveness?
Sarah's heart fluttered. Why was he risking his neck for her? Why, when the man had promised not to hurt her if she came quietly? When he'd promised that Isaiah and his partner could get away safely before their identities were revealed?
The knife flashed again in Isaiah's hand, his hand moving as quick as thought towards the mystery man's chest. The other man's hand shot up and grabbed the blade, twisting it out of Isaiah's hand before he could do anything to stop it.
"Now, that could hurt someone."
The smell of cooked meat, like sizzling bacon, filled the room, just enough that Sarah noticed it before Jason kicked through the door and pulled her along with him. They wouldn't have much of a head start, she thought. Not if Isaiah didn't hold the other man off for a very long time.
Now that she was out of the room, into the cold night, she realized what had just happened. That, she realized, wasn't any normal man. He wasn't a ghoul, either.
That had been Victor Reagan. She'd seen him on TV once, years ago. He'd looked no different then than he did now.
He was a vampire, she knew with a startling certainty. He'd been faster than anyone she'd ever seen, and from the way that he'd torn the knife from Isaiah's hand she knew he must have been very strong.
He was built to hunt and eat humans, an apex predator that was supposed to be nearly unkillable.
And she and Jason had just left Isaiah alone with him to die.
2
"He's a big boy, he can take care of himself."
Jason's voice was hard and icy, as if he didn't have any feelings at all about the partner they'd both left behind. Once they'd hit the ground, he'd thrown Sarah over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes, and she was still trying to wriggle out of his grasp. She only stopped when he finally put her down in a large room that looked for all the world like an abandoned warehouse.
He was breathing hard, but that didn't stop him from gr
abbing her before she could make it to the door when she immediately bolted. He turned her over easily and his hand came down in a hard slap on Sarah's bottom. The sting sent a shock through her entire body, leaving behind a pleasant buzz between her thighs.
"What the fuck are you doing?"
She didn't see his face when she spoke, but she did feel the second hard swat that came down.
"You think that he'd want you to go get yourself killed? Over what? Over nothing. We wait here. Once the smoke has cleared a little, and once we have looked into why this bloodsucking piece of shit is so interested in you, then we can start thinking about what to do next. Stop acting like a child."
The hard edge to his voice was strange. She'd only been with the pair of them for an hour or so, but she hadn't seen Jason show much in the way of emotion. He was too distant, too sarcastic. Now he seemed angry with her, when all she did was try to see if she could do anything for Isaiah.
"What's your problem?"
"What's my problem?" He exploded in anger. "I have to sit here, babysitting you, instead of doing my job. There's no way that Victor should have come after you again. It makes no sense at all, so until we can figure out what makes you so fucking special, I can't go help my partner!"
He took a deep breath and finally let up just enough for Sarah to wriggle her way off of his lap. She thought about making another run for it. He seemed to have calmed down enough that maybe he thought she'd learned her lesson. If he thought that, then maybe he'd let her slip past.
He seemed to know what she was thinking, though, and shot her a look that said all he needed to say, so she leaned back against a steel girder and watched him. It didn't take long before his expression shifted back to its usual disinterest.
Sarah couldn't catch her breath. "Why is this happening to me?"
"Because after thousands of years roaming the earth, Victor Reagan thought you had a great rack," came Jason's reply. It had an edge of bitterness to it, but the sad smile the stretched across his face seemed to be almost laughing at his own joke, whether it was funny or not. "I don't know. I would like to go find out, but I've never had a vampire follow a girl like that. You ever been fishing? Usually once the fish figures out that there's a hook behind the bait, they leave it alone. Once we show up, it's game over, and they stop for a few days at least. Long enough for us to pick up a new lead."
"Then why did you come after me so soon? You could have had him, from the sound of things, if you'd just followed those weird guys back to wherever they were going."
He looked as if he wanted to say something but thought better of it. "Well that's not what we did," he growled. "Are you complaining?"
The breaths that she hadn't been able to take finally came, and she gulped them down hungrily.
"Cut that out. You're going to give yourself—"
The world started to go black and Sarah was just conscious enough to feel herself slipping away from the girder and to the floor. She tried to brace for the impact that she knew was coming, but her body wouldn't move. She couldn't stop herself from falling.
She never hit the ground. Something caught her on the way down.
"I tried to tell you," said James's voice. He was close to her, too close. She could feel his body, could feel the heat of his touch. She could almost reach out and just… her fingers traced the lines of her face as her vision slowly started to return.
"I fell," she said dumbly. The world seemed to come back at the same time as her memories and she realized what had happened for the past hour. "Jesus! What if Isaiah couldn't get away somehow? What if he's—oh God, it's all my fault."
James kissed her and the panic that had been setting in again slipped away. The only thing that she could think of was how much she wanted—she couldn't put her finger on it. Sex, but something more. Something she knew that he could give her.
She pulled away. "James…"
He leaned back in hungrily kissing her, and then whatever she had been about to say was gone. She let him pick her up, his kisses tracing a line along her collar bone, suckling gently and sending sweet pleasure across her skin. This was the second time that night.
Sarah had no idea what was going on. She'd been alone for years, ignored by nearly everyone except her co-workers. They'd learned not to ask her to come out with them, too, realized a long time ago that she wasn't that sort of girl. She was the kind who went straight home after the library closed, except for the rare occasions that she had a book club or went to the movies.
Now two of the most gorgeous men she'd ever seen were both kissing her, making her feel things that before she'd only thought existed in stories. Whatever was going on, she wasn't sure whether or not she wanted it to stop.
She pushed him away, tried to clear her mind. All she could think, all she knew, was that that afternoon she'd never have believed that vampires existed, not if both of these men had insisted upon it to her face.
Now she was completely certain that she'd just sent a man to his death to face one. More than that, she wanted to go after him, to save him if she could. It had been a long time, nearly twenty minutes now, but if she was lucky then she could almost make it.
James seemed to sense what she was thinking, his arms tightening around her before she could begin to squirm, quashing any rebellion before it began. The weight of what had happened hit her again, square in the chest. What the fuck was going on? How could she stop it? How could anyone?
She relaxed in Jason's arms. What was the point? What was the point of any of it? She was nobody, and one of the most powerful men in the country wanted her dead. Within twenty minutes he'd had a SWAT team coming to take her in. What was going to stop him? What could stop a man like that?
The feeling of Jason's hand behind her head, holding it up, the feeling of his eyes on her made her return to the world, made her look up at him. He seemed worried.
"Everything's going to be alright."
He didn't sound like he meant it. Sarah wondered blankly for a moment if he wasn't even more worried than she was. Then his lips descended on hers once again and the fire of arousal lit in her belly again. If he was going to keep kissing her like that, he might have to deal with the consequences.
She brought her arms up around him. He felt like a buoy, the only thing keeping her afloat in the rough night she'd been having. His body was strong, was there, but more than that—it was real. She could hold it, and whatever happened from that moment on…
From the way that Sarah was laid across his lap she could feel him hardening against her as he ran his soft fingers through her hair. He broke the kiss for a moment, just long enough to hungrily capture the soft skin of her neck between his lips, teasing out a soft moan.
His lips traced the line of her collarbone, then the line of the top of her skirt, skimming across her full breasts and to the space between them, each kiss leaving a warmth that spread out across her skin, spreading the feeling of pleasure until her entire body buzzed from the electric stimulation.
Then he stopped, his lips pulling away from her, and Sarah let out a soft groan of disappointment at his mouth's absence.
"I shouldn't," he breathed. Something in his voice sounded strange, erotic and yet distant. "I don't know if I can guarantee… It wouldn't be fair to you."
"You've already done so much," she said, tracing the hard lines of his body through his shirt. "Please. Let me do something. I need to pay you back somehow."
She slid from his lap and put her hands between his knees. His face showed signs of doubt that Sarah felt in her own heart, doubts she hoped didn't show as clearly on her own face. If she was going to make this happen, if she was going to try to show him that she had control of herself, then there was no room for doubt.
His knees spread with her gentle pressure. She let her hands drift up his thighs, her fingers gently moving across the hardness in his jeans, then moving off again. It had been a long time. Too long. She was too inexperienced, too unsure of herself. She barely remembered
what a cock felt like in her hand.
What if he didn't like it? She tried to ignore her doubts and started to unfasten the button that held his jeans together. Her hands shook softly, but if Jason noticed then he didn't show any sign.
She was doing this as payment, she reminded herself. They had saved her life. Twice. Now all she had to do was perform a little… "service" for them, and then things would be even.
When she put it that way, thinking of it as something that she had to do mechanically, a job she had to do, it was easier. She grabbed the zipper and pulled down softly, his hardness pressing out against the confines of his jeans before finally being released.
She wasted no time in pulling down the waist of his boxers and freeing his member to the open air.
It was bigger than she'd imagined it to be, bigger than the only lover she'd had before. Now that it was out and in front of her the courage that she'd managed to build up for herself seemed to be fading quickly. Could she even fit that inside her mouth? Would she be able to fit it inside?
As she reached out to touch it a thousand doubts came into her mind at once. Would he think that she wasn't good enough? Would he not like it when she tried to do it for him? What if he wasn't attracted to her?
Her fingers touched his shaft and it twitched. Sarah looked up to gauge his reaction. His eyes were closed, and he leaned back. He seemed to be struggling to keep control of himself. What could he be thinking?
Sarah wrapped her fingers around it, gave it an experimental tug. Jason's face lost the mask of composure for a moment and he inhaled sharply. She moved her hand again and he sucked in a breath. Was she doing this to him? Such a powerful, attractive man, brought to his knees by her?
She kept her eyes on his face as she ducked her head in, kissing the tip. His skin tasted salty on her lips. His body jerked when he felt her mouth on him, but she ignored her doubts. Her lips had to stretch just a little to accommodate his size, perhaps too generous, but she pushed past her discomfort.
This wasn't about her, this was about him, and making him feel good. Making him feel like it was worthwhile. She looked up again to gauge his reaction. The way that his hands searched for anything to get ahold of, the way that his expression was forced into that same neutral mask, all said that she was doing something right.
