by Suz deMello
He ground out something incoherent, and then hot jism flooded my rear, dripping out of me. His rod, now smaller, gave me nothing but delight as he continued to pump my sensitized ass. I came again with a joyous cry and collapsed, sated, upon the sofa, and Garrett let his body relax into mine.
Gradually we crawled back onto the couch, spooning beneath the quilt, and I fell into a happy, grateful sleep.
I’m not sure what awakened me. Perhaps it was a draft of cold air whooshing across an exposed hand or cheek, but something brought me back to consciousness.
Soft red light from the fire’s embers gently illuminated the room. All seemed calm, but…
I was immediately assaulted with that sickening but familiar feeling that I was being watched. Garrett?
I turned my head and there he was, eyes closed, his dark lashes a crescent on pale cheeks. His sleepy breaths were deep and steady.
A breeze stirred the lace curtains framing one of the closed windows.
I kissed Garrett’s closed lids, his stubbly cheek. He blinked, slowly coming awake.
“Don’t move,” I whispered. “We’re not alone.”
Beneath the quilt, his body tightened. Knowledge gleamed in his green eyes an instant before he flung away the quilt. He sprang up and away from me in the direction of the fireplace.
I scrambled to my feet to see him scrabble for one of the swords that hung above the mantel.
A shadowy figure leaped from the open window toward me, its clawlike fingers reaching for my throat. I threw the quilt, flimsy protection, over where I imagined its head to be. I overshot the mark and the quilt fell over Garrett’s pursuing sword.
Inhumanly strong hands grabbed me, forcing me down to the sofa. The vamp’s body covered mine. Its flesh was hot, filled with my hated stepbrother’s blood. Its erection stabbed insistently at my pussy, and it jerked open one of my legs so it could get to me. It seized my hair and yanked my head to one side.
I shrieked from pain and fear as its cock penetrated me and its teeth tore at my neck. I scratched at its eyes with frantic fingernails.
Above us, Garrett grabbed the thing’s head, pulled it back and decapitated it with one swipe of his sword. Its head rolled across the carpet, spewing black blood. Screaming, I shoved its flailing body off me.
I leaped to my feet and kicked the head into the fire.
It howled, and its body windmilled its arms. But without a head, it lacked direction, and stumbled into Garrett’s sword before crashing to the floor.
The fire’s fitfully glowing brands grew flames that consumed its thin white hair as the head continued its banshee shrieks. Stink filled the room. I ran to the modest stack of logs that sat on the hearth and flung one into the fire, hitting the head. It struck the back of the firebox with a decisive thump and went silent.
I stood shivering, watching as the log caught fire. Garrett added more wood until a roaring blaze consumed the vampire’s head.
Garrett glanced at the body, lying limp on the rug. The blade still protruded from its chest, the wound oozing dark blood.
He jerked the sword out of the creature’s chest and tossed it aside. “Come. We’ll build a bonfire.”
In complete silence, we dressed and wrapped the corpse in the bloodstained rug before dragging it outside to the castle courtyard. We burned it in the fire pit.
Rank smoke rose toward the black night, obscuring the brilliance of the Highland stars. I shivered, and Garrett put his arm around me. “Nothing will hurt ye, kylyrra, while I‘m by your side.”
I turned and kissed him, letting my lips and tongue say what I knew he needed to hear.
“Ye’ll stay, then?” His voice was rough with longing.
“I’ll stay.”
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Highland Vampire
Copyright © 2010 by Suz deMello
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