by Mara Lee
“I can see in your eyes the need for this,” Xethre said, interrupting Venus's furiously racing thoughts. “You are much too arrogant for your own good, little wolf.” Xethre trailed a lock of his hair down Venus's front, tracing it from her neck to her full breasts. Xethre loved her breasts, so round and full and tipped with beautiful strawberry colored nipples. He wrapped a piece of his silky hair around her tit and teased the peak until it became hard as a small kernel.
“Oh,” Venus cried out, just before she set her head at an obstinate angle. She would not give this dead guy the pleasure of knowing how he affected her. It took more than a little 'tickling' to get her off. Venus was still thinking about how un-affected she was when she felt the first whisper of Xethre's breath against her throat. Her breath hitched in her body.
Xethre breathed lightly against Venus's swan-like neck. She smelled delicious, like sweat and woman. His tongue darted out and he licked a path from her ear to her collar bone. He felt the shivers course down her body and he smiled against her skin. Oh yes, Venus Porter just needed a firm hand to make things right. Xethre gripped the taut skin of Venus's collar bone between his sharp teeth and bit lightly. He was careful not to draw blood—not yet. He had to save some pleasures for later. When he heard her moan he could no longer resist; he gently parted the soft folds of her pussy and inserted one finger into her hot cavern. Venus jerked against the pleasurable intrusion. Xethre moved his head down her body and took her breast into his mouth. He sucked the soft skin hard, leaving pink and purple bruises on her fair skin. The sight of her marked breasts drove him into a frenzy—his body was screaming and he wanted nothing better than to mount her and fuck her until she cried his name to the heavens.
Xethre shook his head to clear it. He had more control than this. He added a second finger into her hot pussy and smiled at the glazed expression on her flushed face. He felt her cream coating his finger and had to indulge. Withdrawing one finger, slowly, he brought his hand to his mouth and licked his finger clean. She was tangy and sweet and he knew that he had to have more. Xethre quickly moved down Venus's already sweating body and inhaled her rich aroma. With surprising tenderness, Xethre kneaded the corded muscles of Venus's thighs before ducking his head between her legs and licking her like a greedy cat. He chuckled against her aching flesh as she moaned and twisted her body side to side. With deliciously slow laps he moved his talented tongue up and down her slit, loving the feel of her thick and sweet against his mouth.
Xethre found her taut kernel, hidden beneath her soft fold of flesh and sucked it deep into his mouth. Venus screamed.
“Oh my sweet wolf, you like that.” Xethre continued to bite and nibble at the sensitive bud, and when Venus's screams turned into short pants he gently re-inserted his finger into her pussy. He felt her muscles clench around his hand and knew that she was close. Working her sweet kernel of flesh around his tongue and rubbing his finger back and forth against her slick folds he waited until she arched her back. Then he thrust his mouth against her to inhale and breathe deeply into her pussy. It was too much for Venus. With a low keening cry she felt herself spasm, jolt and spend into Xethre's delighted mouth.
Xethre licked his lips and smiled a self-satisfied smile. His red-haired wolf was flushed and sweaty. Her eyes were closed and there was a dreamy look riding her lovely features. He wished to give her a moment to recover, but he could not let her get too comfortable in the aftermath of her orgasm. He had plans for his arrogant wolf, plans that would take them well into the night.
“So soft,” Xethre whispered. He ran a hand down her fiery hair and loved how the color crackled and shimmered in the dim light. She was, in every way, the epitome of her name.
“Please…” Venus implored of Xethre.
Xethre was amused. He nuzzled Venus's throat. “Did you say something, sweet wolf?”
Venus swallowed, she had never, never begged for anything in her life, but for this, for him she would beg. “Please, Xethre … I want you.”
Xethre laughed throatily. “Ahhh yes, I know you want me.” Xethre easily straddled Venus's bound body and cupped her full breasts. “You have the most beautiful skin, soft and white as pearl.” Xethre's eyes glowed, “You are stunning.”
Venus's breath was lodged in her throat and she forced her force to come out. “Are, are you just going to talk me to death?” She asked, her spunk returning.
Xethre splayed his hands wide across her thighs and kneaded her tense and taut muscles. He knew that each touch, each caress was igniting her and driving her crazy. He loved the feeling of control, the fact that this powerful and strong-willed woman was bowing and begging for him.
Bringing his body low, Xethre positioned himself between Venus's thighs and bent his head until his mouth was right next to her shell shaped ear. “Tell me again, little wolf. Tell me you want me.”
Venus gritted her teeth. Damn him. She had already told him.
Xethre blew gently in Venus's ear. “If you want me, wolf, then you must tell me so.”
Venus gasped when she felt Xethre's hand playing with the slick folds of her pussy. She began to pant and curse. How could she deny herself this pleasure, she wanted the dead guy. But how could she give into his will? How could she beg him for this?
Xethre read the frustration and the desire in her turbulent eyes and smiled. He stroked her gently, reveling in her little cries. “My red-haired wolf, there is no winner here. We will both obtain such pleasure from this act. You cannot beg for what I will give to you freely and eagerly. I ask only that you tell me your desires.”
Venus smiled then. The vampire spoke the truth. This was for both of them. There were no losers, only two victorious players. “Then I tell you this, I want you. I want you buried so deep that you can feel the core of me.”
Xethre laughed joyously and with one perfect thrust imbedded himself deep within Venus's hot pussy. He groaned, how could he not? Venus's pussy was scalding him with delicious heat and her wetness was flooding his body already. He wanted this, he wanted everything. Xethre gripped Venus's thighs forcefully and rode her sweaty body. He took in every one of her cries and matched them with his own.
Venus felt her body shaking and shimmering. Her pussy was on fire and her inner muscles were clenching. She had never felt so alive before, never felt as if her head and body were going to implode. Venus clenched her hands into fists and drew them up an inch before she remembered that they were tethered to the bed. She screamed in frustration and had only one moment to wonder if she should break free before Xethre plunged even more deeply into her body. Venus forgot, then, about freedom and thought only about pleasure. She dug her heels into the soft cushion of the mattress and arched her hips upward. That she could do, her hips were not bound to the bed, thank goodness. Venus heard Xethre's appreciative laugh and she smiled through her sweat and hitched moans.
Xethre could feel the blood in his cock and the pulsing of each and every vein in his body. His little red-haired wolf was igniting his body and he knew release was only moments away, but he would not go without her. Xethre leaned down and bit the soft skin beneath Venus's ear.
“Ooohhhh,” Venus could not suppress her sigh and moan of delight.
“Yes, yes my wolf, moan for me.” Xethre bit again, this time with a little more force. He pumped his hips forward and let her slick folds embrace and suck him in.
“I'm… I… I…”
Xethre laughed, “Have words failed you?”
Venus groaned and her pussy clenched. She bit her lip so hard she drew blood and she watched as Xethre's eyes dilated. She felt her blood boil at the heat she saw there, the heat she wanted in her. Venus gasped as another shiver hit her. “If you are going to suck my blood, please just wait until I come…” Venus groaned out.
Xethre laughed a rich laugh. She was delightful. “I wouldn't dream of tasting that liquid until I've tasted the other…”
Venus grinned and gasped when Xethre's hand gently caressed her thigh before join
ing his cock in her pussy. She let out a small screech before moaning out, “Have you forgotten, you have already tasted that other liquid.”
Xethre licked Venus's lips, drawing the blood from her pliant flesh. “Ahhh, yes, you are right. Then I will take what you offer readily.” Xethre crushed his mouth to Venus's and drew every last drop of blood from her mouth. He nibbled and bit at her lips and sucked on her tongue. When Xethre felt Venus's frantic gyrations he knew she was close. He quickened his movements and deepened his caresses. Each one of her moans, each one of her movements inflamed him further.
Venus threw her head back and thrust her hips forward. She felt her peak and embraced it. Her breathing became short, staccato pants and when she could no longer contain them, she began to scream.
Xethre felt Venus's orgasm hit her in one wild rush, and he stilled himself to feel each one of her delicious shivers. When her body began to shudder he joined her, spilling himself into her welcomed warmth.
Spent, he rolled to the side of her.
Xethre smoothed back a tendril of Venus's wild, wet hair and kissed her forehead gently. She was magnificent, and she would make some alpha proud.
“That was some ruckus sex,” Venus growled out. She grinned when Xethre only murmured out his response. “Mmmmm, we should do that again sometime,” She said.
Xethre licked her ear, “Most definitely, my red-haired wolf.”
Venus turned her head and grinned into her pillow. “The dead sure can fuck.” She let Xethre's wild, rich laughter follow her into slumber.
Chapter Nine
The dark twins were fearsome to behold. They were so beautiful, stoic and similar they seemed to be carved from the same piece of stone. Standing on Sophie's doorstep they moved not an inch and yet seemed to command the elements. The wind ripped and tumbled in the sky and rain began to fall. Still the twins remained immobile.
Sophie tossed the door open and sighed. “Will you two stop playing with the weather? Don't you think the meteorologists have enough to worry about without you playing havoc with their minds?”
Michaela was the first to answer. “Sophie,” her voice was soft and melodic, “it is good to see you.”
Sophie nodded, “It is good to see you to, Michaela,” she turned, “and you, Matthew.”
Matthew inclined his head, but said nothing.
“Well, won't you come in?”
Michaela smiled beguilingly. “Yes, thank you for your kind invitation.” Michaela breezed past Sophie, and felt her brother's presence right behind her. They were never far apart. “Have you made additions to your home?” Michaela asked as she surveyed the space.
Sophie nodded, surprised, “Yes, I have. How observant of you.”
Michaela smiled coyly. “I am a very observant sort,” her smile broadened, “like, I observe that you seem tense, Sophie. What are you tense about?”
Sophie clucked her tongue. “I don't want any of your psychological shit right now, Mickie.” Sophie used Michaela's pet name, knowing how much she hated it.
Michaela didn't take the bait. She continued to look around. “Where is Xethre? I smell him…” her nose twitched, “and … I smell … Loopin.”
“Yes, there are wolves amongst us.”
Michaela licked her lips slowly. “I looooove the Loopin,” she said. “Their blood is ever so sweet.”
Sophie rolled her eyes. “They are also very touchy, at least some of them are. I suggest that you don't imply that they are a meal, Michaela. It may ruffle some feathers.”
“They have no feathers, Sophie.”
Sophie made a disgusted sound deep in her throat and turned away from Michaela, toward Matthew. Matthew was standing right behind his sister, standing absolutely still. He had spoken not a word, and his dark eyes were probing and filled with depth. Sophie felt a shiver shimmer up her spine. Matthew always evoked shivers. His beauty, quiet nature and the stillness about him could do no less.
“Matthew, Michaela, so good to see you,” Xethre said, striding confidently down the stairs.
Matthew and Michaela nodded their greetings but their attention was not for Xethre, but for the vision that followed him. Venus strode down the steps right after Xethre, naked as the day she was born. Her flaming red hair crackled with life and surrounded her like a blanket of burnt orange fire. Her golden skin was shining and glowing, even in the muted light of the house, and she walked with the ease and confidence of a queen.
“Well, well, what do we have here?” Venus said with a smile. “Do we have more guests, Soph?”
Sophie cleared her throat. “Yes, Venus, I'd like to introduce you to the twins, Michaela and her brother Matthew.”
Venus sidled over to the twins and placed herself between them. She turned her shining eyes to one and then the other right before she licked her full lips.
Michaela's breath hitched and Matthew's already dark eyes deepened.
Xethre pressed his body against Venus's naked back and smiled at the look that passed between the twins. “Thank you for coming when I called.”
For the first time Matthew spoke. “We are happy to help, old friend.”
Michaela echoed her brother's sentiment. She turned to Sophie. “Will it be a big battle, Sophie?”
Sophie shrugged her dainty shoulders. “I have no idea. I know that the alpha Kieran is strong and that he is wielding black magic. I do not fear the wolf, but I fear the magic.”
Michaela nodded her understanding.
“The alpha uses magic that he cannot control,” Sophie said. “I have felt the evil in his soul and I know that he will come at us with everything and everyone that he commands.”
“Do we know how large a force he commands?” Venus asked.
Sophie shook her head. “I don't know. But we should ask Ethenia. She was once part of his Pack, she may be able to answer that question for us.”
“Answer what question?” Ethenia asked, as she moved stealthily into the room.
Sophie was struck once again by the young wolf's beauty. “How large is Kieran's force of arms?”
Ethenia stiffened. Just the mention of her former Alpha leader made her sick. She took a deep breath and forced calm back into her body. She had a life now, a life that was far away from Kieran and his tyranny. She had Lothos, her mate, her alpha, and she was strong. Kieran had tried to take that away from her, he had tried to make her lose herself. But he had not succeeded. That alone showed her strength, her will to survive.
“Ethenia?” Sophie tried again.
Ethenia nodded and cleared her throat. “His pack was small, no more than thirty or so members at last count, I think.” Ethenia's eyes narrowed. “Although exact numbers I cannot guarantee, he kept me separated from them most of the time. He did not like interaction between us.”
Michaela listened intently, distaste revealing itself in her expression as Ethenia spoke. “Thirty is a small number, Matthew and I could rid you of them easily enough with just one storm.”
“Huh?” Ethenia was bewildered.
Sophie sighed, “I will tell you later.”
Ethenia shook her head. “No, you'll tell me now.”
Sophie laughed, obviously happy with Ethenia's reacquaintence with her backbone. “Very well, Matthew and Michaela have some control over the elements.”
“As in, they control the weather?” Ethenia asked.
“Not all of it,” Sophie quipped.
Ethenia's jaw dropped open. She turned to the twins and eyed them suspiciously. If they could do what Sophie said they could do, then they were dangerous indeed. Ethenia did not know how she felt about that. Anyone who could control the elements was messing with things that Ethenia did not think should be messed with.
“Do you think power is wrong?” Michaela asked. Her voice was smooth as cream and soft as silk.
“Some power is not meant to be held within human hands.”
Michaela laughed and shared a fond look with her brother. “You are too cute,” she ignored Ethenia's f
rown and continued, “Is that what you see when you look at us, humanity? We are not human, little wolf, we are vampire. Humans cannot begin to touch our power. They will never understand it. We are vampire and vampires are more, so much more. You had best never forget that, my little one.”
Ethenia hated the vampire's condescending tone. She strode forward until she was nearly nose to nose with Michaela and said, “I am not your little one.”
Michaela grinned. “No, you're not. Would you like to be?”
Ethenia's eyes widened.
Sophie let out an exasperated sigh. “Come now, we have much better things to be doing than baiting one another.”
Michaela smiled, “Do we?”
“Yes, it is time to think strategy, Ethenia's old alpha will be here soon and we do not wish to be unprepared.”
Michaela grinned, “I am never unprepared.” She turned away from Sophie and smiled, “I smell, alpha.” Michaela's eyes filled with appreciation when Lothos took that moment to walk into the room. His hair was tousled, his chest was bare, and the top two buttons of his jeans were undone. He had the appearance of one just roused from bed.
Ethenia growled, sensing Michaela's arrousal. She did not like the way the vampire was staring at her mate. Ethenia moved into Lothos's side and nuzzled against his chest. Lothos immediately enveloped her in his arms and bent down to kiss her head affectionately.
Michaela laughed when she saw the display. “I see how it is then,” she said quietly. Michaela glided gently over to Lothos and held out one delicate, slim hand. “I am Michaela. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”
