by Scott, Talyn
But she had to.
Blythe spun on her heel. An eight-foot Rock stood behind her, his chest rising and falling in short bursts, his massive fists opening and closing at his sides. Overhead, trees groaned under significant weight, werewolves moving from branch to branch. She could almost feel their concern over her, watching and waiting to see what Rock was going to do. That’s when he snarled. Was it at them or her? She didn’t know, but then her breath caught in her throat when his ten talons clawed crazily at her shirt, easily disintegrating the fabric into white threads without harming a hair on her body.
He assumed she had run.
And she had a stinking suspicion that she was wearing some other male’s shirt, carrying another male’s scent on her body. By the look on his face, the glow of his Beast, Rock wouldn’t listen to any explanations. She had unleashed something he might not be able to control. And she was standing nude before him. His body moved with primal purpose, and she forced herself not to back away, to stay still.
“Mine,” he growled low, licking his left canine, focusing on the pulse speeding at the base of her throat. “Mine!” he shouted high, waving his claws at the trees. Cocking his head as bodies scattered, his celestial blues moving this way and that until only a few remained. Satisfied, Rock roared until her ears blistered, his growl echoing throughout the island.
At that sound, she dripped for him. Had no idea why, but she did. Because you belong to me, belong to the night, my mate. That’s all she heard before an oversized hand palmed her, bringing her naked body flush against his naked body. Pulling Blythe backwards, Rock took the brunt of their fall as they landed on palm fronds and soft ferns. Pinning her down gently with his body’s weight, Rock’s mouth went to the juncture between her shoulder and neck, laving, coaxing her tendons to relax. And Blythe did relax, going liquid under the slow motion of his teeth and tongue. His knees moved her thighs wide, his thick head prodding her entrance without any assistance of his hands. He rocked his hips, delved inside her as his thick canines clamped her tender flesh. The bite hurt at first, but as the seconds passed, it paralled an orgasm. Her body went languid. She lost herself in the moon breaking between the trees, and his powerful body moving inside hers. Blythe sensed every bump delivered by his piercings, every ridge and corded vein of his substantial cock as he brought her to the brink of a convulsing climax, holding her there.
Lowering from the trees, blue eyes circled them. But Blythe didn’t care; Rock was transforming her body, plunging deeper as the moon fed her. When he finished swallowing her blood, he lifted his face, sniffing the salty air, though his blue stare stayed on her. He picked up his pace, his hips thrusting, his sex hitting her to the very top and then some. And then she fell, right off that edge he'd kept her on, releasing violently. Her inner walls suctioned him, pulling him higher inside her body until he grew quiet above her. She looked up to see his body emitting an electric blue glow as he took one final plunge, tensed, grunted, and then splattered her with his seed. Just as he had promised, she dripped from it and she wasn’t yet standing.
“Mark you.” He reached between them without removing his cock and gathered some of the cream. From there, he rubbed it over his claiming bite, sealing her throat. At first, it burned, but then her body heated under an entirely different flame. With a single claw, he rent the base of his throat. “Drink of me,” he demanded, carefully cupping the back of her head and bringing her forward. She swallowed warily at first, greedily as she continued. The heat from his bite, the warmth from his blood, and the possession of his seed sent her into another spiraling orgasm. And when he eased her off his crimson, laying her gently against the fallen brush, he ordered her to sleep.
Blythe stared up and the moon, trembling, her body flying high.
“Mine,” she heard him say.
“Yes,” she agreed, her eyes closing by his command, “definitely yours.”
Chapter Nine
Swirling atop a sorry excuse for an apartment building, Maestru inhaled deeply, “Tonight”- he reformed against a warm breeze -“I have a taste for human females.” This, he convinced himself, had nothing to do with Dakota. However, his Species picked this precise moment to remind him that Dakota was now its property. He reminded his Species that he couldn’t think upon olden ways, even if those thoughts were highly accurate. “Must feed.” Maestru would gorge his body with fresh blood to avoid temptation.
Or he would be unable to sleep when he returned.
Since Dakota always tempted him in every way.
Oycher and Qudir misted in, carrying bags filled with bottles and cans.
“Why not put the younglings on this, my Master. I don’t like college girls.”
“I don’t care what you like, Oycher.” Maestru came well prepared, tossing a pair of shades at the Vojak. In way of explanation, he offered, “Better they think you’re high than to see those orange beacons of yours.”
With an exaggerated sigh, Oycher adjusted them over the bridge of his nose, his beads rattling in his hair. “Sweatshirts or not, Master, we’re still a menacing trio.”
“Yeah,” Qudir agreed, following Oycher’s line of vision, both watching a white van pulling into the parking lot. “We’d better split up.” Then he motioned to a lively pool scene where most females had lost their bikini tops, their fleshy mounds bobbing in the water. “I’ll head that way, Oycher. You don’t wanna get that long hair of yours wet.”
Even with his sunglasses in place, Maestru knew Oycher rolled his eyes at his Commander. Then he said quietly, “Collin was nearly drained of blood.”
“The scentless one I just imprisoned?”
“Yes, our newest and latest tenant.”
“Then it’s an inside job,” Maestru seethed. “I have binding spells on him, since he knows how to produce immortal fire.” He looked at Qudir. “You knew of this?”
“Found out before I got here. Nobody’s talking. Nobody saw anything. Nobody cares about a prisoner, my Master.”
“Well,” Maestru countered, “someone had better care and care quickly. Drink it. Bathe in it. It doesn’t matter, that bastard’s blood can turn anyone invisible if that anyone can mist, so who’s trying to hide their scent trails?”
“Got me,” Qudir said, shaking his head, “but I’m staying on it. Doubled his guards an hour ago.”
“You damned well better stay on it,” Maestru hissed.
Oycher smiled broadly. “I cannot believe our Coven Master is taking on -”
Maestru cut him off, “If you say this is beneath me, you’ll find yourself on the business end of my fangs. Thus, I suggest you don’t finish your thought aloud.” Maestru unzipped his newly acquired varsity jacket, adjusting a spherical blade that was irritating him. “I needn’t a reminder of how low I’ve sunk this night. Be gone. Work. Remember not to use any vampiric tricks, magic, or compulsion unless it’s very necessary. I don’t want any trails for hunters to spot. It’s bad enough that we’re misting.”
After recasting his miasma, Maestru took one of the grocery bags and watched his Vojaks mist in opposite directions. He then released his hunting essence, encompassing two blocks. He happened upon a b positive nestled right inside the next building, three doors down from the address Heath had given him. “You smell tasty.”
Misting, he then followed a belching herd of trashed football players, walking a snail’s pace as they weaved in and out over the length of the sidewalk. Fighting to keep his ego in check, Maestru sauntered in right behind them, entering a bustling, packed apartment. The walls painted a ferocious pink, there wasn’t any furniture save a high bistro table for four and three mattresses placed strategically on the floor. All taken. So were the walls, the kitchenette counter, and…a small smile curved his lips when a female crooked her finger at him. She was plush, what mortals mistakenly called plus-sized. However, what he would call more for his hands to pleasure.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, a twinge of remorse crossed him, barely there but he felt it.
For some ridiculous reason, Maestru wanted to warn her off her foolishness. She was young, probably twenty or so, and she shouldn’t be wasted while calling deadly predators to her person. An inclination he’d never encountered before, and that thought, he would definitely blame on Dakota. His hands curled at his sides, a hiss building in the back of his throat. No! Foolish female’s mistake would be his gain.
And if her friends wanted to join in…
After a few well-placed steps, he hooked a boot heel on a chair, scooting it next to her before planting himself down. Yes, definitely b positive, and she smelled delicious. “Where’s your guy?” A human male had marked her in the only way he could have, apart from a wedding ring.
“He’s bartending at Klub Thirteen,” she said with a giggle, which was something he always found annoying.
“Exclusive?”
“Some nights.”
“Not tonight, then,” he pressed. She started tearing at the edges of her napkin, a nervous gesture. She was sitting with one of the most powerful immortals on this continent, but she couldn’t place her uneasiness. He wasn’t telling. She’d find out soon enough.
“No, not tonight,” she agreed. “I haven’t seen you around. What’s your name?”
With a closed mouth smile, he answered, “Hmmm, you have a,” he stopped, trying to remember what humans called them, “boyfriend, so no names tonight.” Her heart beat at a steady rhythm, and apart from too many drinks, she remained free of drugs. Blonde, plush, wet, and willing, feeding from this nameless pretty should be a pleasure.
Should be…
She asked, “You attend the university?”
Appearances are deceiving between predator and prey. To her, he may look like a college student, but Maestru had been alive since before the Dark Ages, though no one actually knew this. He always lied about his age, even to his Coven, maintaining a personal distance with every creature was a never changing necessity.
For good reasons.
“Working on my Master’s,” he said with a straight face, “yourself?” She’d be disturbingly surprised what this ‘college student’ could do for the female body…for hours - as long as she obeyed his every command.
Always the Master.
“Wow, you’re young to be working through a Master’s program.” Her napkin disintegrated as her nervous shredding kicked up. “Um, I’m finishing my sophomore year,” she slurred, “early education.”
“Ah,” he said with a distinct eye smolder thrown her way, “nurturing the next generation is your calling.”
“Y-yes.”
Maestru noticed her vision clouding over, her dazed by his staring, so he flicked his eyes to her friends. “How’s it going?” Quickly assessing the other two, drawing in their scents, he indeed had a variety: O, B, and A positives. Athletic, though still luscious, they appeared sturdy enough. Maybe they could keep up with him for a while if he took it easy. Could he take it easy tonight? He’d try. With appetites unequally matched to vampires, humans always needed rotating during sex. He chewed his lip thinking three females still might not be enough for this night’s heady cycle, especially if they were drunk. Perhaps a little caffeine to up their bloodstreams would be a wise call. “Red Bull and vodka?”
“Never tried it,” answered the brunette in a nasally whine. “But I’ll down anything to get over that fuckhead who took my own bestie to his bed. I walked in on them,” she stopped, narrowing drunken eyes on her watch. “Um, days ago. Anyway, I hope he knocks her up,” she hiccupped. “He hates kids, you know.”
If that wasn’t a shout-out for rebound cock, he didn’t know what was. Checking out her tits, he realized that he hadn’t a problem cheering her up. “Well, whatever you want, it’s on my tab.” I will show you things you really shouldn’t know. “He pulled out bottles and cans, passing them around.” Ah, now a trio of giggles sung in chorus, irritating his sensitive ears far beyond the thumping music. He fought not to cringe. “Cheers.” Maestru gave a side-glance to the only bedroom door, thinking he heard a window slide up. Slowly. And since they were on the fourth floor where no balconies or fire escapes littered the north side, he needed to check it out. It could be anything benign, but an unnamed irritation stroked his Species. He stilled. Did he smell a female mixed blood?
Maestru turned his attention back to b positive, watching as her pulse pounded in her neck, encouraging his fangs to throb in time with her heartbeat.
“Let’s dance.” You’ll be glad you did. He stood, taking her by the elbow. Cocking his head, he thought he caught it again. Celt blood. Yep, a mixed female was definitely in the bedroom. The other two girls followed dutifully, not that he expected anything less. Instead of speaking coherently, there they went… Curse their grating giggles. Despondently, he shook his head, gesturing for the other two to flank them.
Since they seemed unable to carry on a conversation with him, Maestru pretty much forewent the civilities of idle small talk and used his body instead. Humans always mesmerized themselves with his looks. Like many vampires, he never had to work to attain, which the predator in him loathed to distraction. How he missed the simple exhilaration of the chase.
I want to hunt.
Six loving hands wrapped around him, softly sliding down his back, his chest, his… “You keep that up,” he whispered against easy lips, tilting his pelvis to meet her thrust, “we won’t last through this song.”
“Take me home with you,” the juicy redhead whispered from behind, pressing her ginormous breasts against his back.
Maestru reached around, running his hand up her thigh before cupping her fleshy ass and bringing her feminine core against his hip. After nibbling at the blonde’s pouty lips, he kissed the brunette to his right, twirling tongues in the way of humans yet keeping hers far from his dripping fangs. “Not a good idea for so many reasons,” he answered when they came up for air. The apartment couldn’t be more than nine-hundred square feet, and instinct told him to get to the back. Something was going down. “You want to play?” At their quick nods, he explained, “Here, then.”
He stretched his neck when his throat constricted in the most peculiar way. Must feed and focus on work and anything other than…Thoughts of Dakota would drown him until he would have to plunge between countless thighs before he went home tonight! Every muscle in his body followed his throat, stiffening. Maestru realized he couldn’t stay out until dawn, since his chinwag of a housekeeper, Luisa, couldn’t stay there for hours and babysit a human without hungering.
Damn it to hell.
Maestru leaned down, burying his face against the nearest throat. All three gyrated around, rubbing against him in time to the music. Purring kittens. Good, because a selection of assorted pussy was what he needed, right after he checked out the Celt blood.
Multitasking was a vampire’s specialty.
Moving through the next song, four torturous minutes passed, his patient way of accustoming the mortals to his touch and the strange fear rolling through their bodies that they couldn’t quite understand. Maestru’s hands worked the other two closer to the blonde, bringing them all together while pushing them towards the only bathroom.
Expectantly, his cock gave only a semi-salute, as he was holding something that was a simulation of what he actually wanted. But he wouldn’t have any trouble rushing his blood where it needed to go, getting everyone present off easily – many times. Vampires never experienced erectile dysfunction, unless they wanted to.
The blonde knocked on the closed bathroom door, while Maestru reached instead for the bedroom door. An expected sight met him: a girl playing hard with three naked football players. They shared a joint between them while they cavorted on the bed beneath one partially open window. However, the smell was unexpected. Missing was more like it. What was this? He was never wrong. Maestru stared hard, inhaling sharply. No, she wasn’t a mixed blood, but he hadn’t a doubt one had been there recently.
“Join us,” she cooed with half-lidded eyes.
Ma
estru shook his head, closing the door on her protests. He didn’t slide in after fresh cum showers and tonight was no exception. Shooting a blindingly fast text to Qudir over his concerns, he took one more step to the other door. “Bathroom it is.”
“Occupied,” two male voices shot back.
“Times up,” Maestru said, tossing his thumb over his shoulder. “That a way, guys.”
“What about they leave,” one said of the females, “and we three stay.”
He didn’t want to leave any power trail apart from misting, still, Maestru had no choice but to coerce them. “Party’s better out front. Go.”
Ten seconds later, they were good to go, locking themselves inside a bathroom not much bigger than a broom closet. Keeping his mouth against the first jugular, lulling her in the way vampires do, his hand dipped low, lifting her skirt before stroking the smooth velvet between her legs. Eagerness was an understatement in regards to this one. Already slick for him, she bucked wildly against his hand. Her friends started making out inside the shower, slowly pulling down their tops to brush their nipples with tongues and teeth while watching Maestru work their friend.
An enthralling sight, yet…
A Master remained the center of attention.
Always.
“Not exactly,” he murmured, pulling away from a succulent, pulsating vein. “Sweetheart,” he directed, reaching out for the exquisite redhead. “On your knees for me, yes? Keep your shirt open. Nice breasts.” She dropped, sliding against his body while bringing down his zipper with her teeth. Out popped a decent-sized erection against her awaiting lips.
He impressed even himself.
Her hazel eyes widened. “I’ve never seen any metal going all the way around the head like that. I don’t think I can get all of it in my mouth.”
Humans. “Long licks up my shaft. Yes, just like that.” Barely stifling a telltale hiss, which would inevitably display his lengthening fangs, Maestru immediately realized that nameless number two knew what she was doing with a vampire’s cock, working her tongue around his ancient circlet in an expert way.
