The Vampire & the Reporter

by Foxx, Nia K.

  She felt the reluctance as he pulled away.

  Later, came his telepathic promise.

  Kyra opened her eyes only to find them in the hall that led to the dining room.

  “How did we…” She trailed off, looking down at her leather-clad body. “How did you do this?”

  She smoothed her hands over the comfortable form-fitting material. The leather gleamed in the dimly lit hall complimenting her brown skin. He smiled at her surprised response and the seductive image she presented. From the moment he saw her, he’d wanted her adorned this way. Thick, curly hair tumbled over her shoulders, her lush curves molded by the soft obsidian leather material.

  “Quite handy, wouldn’t you agree? Soon you will be able to do the same.”

  “If you say so, was this the best you could come up with?” She touched the leather garment.

  He shrugged. “Fashion isn’t one of my strengths, but I think you’ve seen some of my better abilities.”

  She blushed as if conjuring up a memory. “I think we should eat before I wind up in trouble.” She sounded breathless.

  “My sweet, you were in trouble the moment I laid eyes on you.”

  Wasn’t that the truth, she thought, allowing him to escort her the remainder of the way. Dumitri made a point of stopping at one end of the rectangular table, pulling the chair out for her.

  What are you doing?

  This is where you belong. He stared down at her with a look that dared to be challenged. Kyra took the offered seat, meeting the open stares of the other guests. She could only guess at what they must be thinking.

  She didn’t have to try too hard.

  “Well, we know how some people spent the last twenty-four hours,” the blonde commented snidely under her breath but loud enough for everyone to hear. At the silence, the woman looked about ready to get in another dig when Kyra gave her a look that effectively silenced her.

  “I apologize for my absence,” Dumitri started looking anything but sorry. “I trust you all have been enjoying your stay?”

  There were several muttered affirmatives while the assembled group looked nervously at each other or at their meals with flushed faces.

  What the heck is wrong with them? Kyra sent the telepathic question to Dumitri who wore a grin that reminded her of the Cheshire cat.

  I believe they’re remembering how they’ve passed their time.

  So?

  Let’s just say I have allowed everyone to experience their wildest dreams.

  Sounds wicked.

  In some cases it was. Our resident loudmouth over there has a penchant toward masochism, and while her countryman is pretty much impotent, he manages to find pleasure in S&M play, so I’ve taken the liberty of linking their two fantasies.

  Kyra wondered if that had something to do with the discussion she’d witnessed the day before.

  Our brooding Greek reporter leans more toward same sex play. Your Spanish friend is the consummate voyeur, and from what I’ve been told, she can have multiple orgasms just from watching.

  Been told by whom? she wanted to know.

  My little helpers. I’ve been too preoccupied with my own mate to see to the needs of each guest personally.

  Well, don’t let me distract you any longer. She couldn’t help the edge to her mental comment, the jealousy piercing her heart was a new emotion for her.

  Meu dulciuri, there’s no place I’d rather be than with you, buried deep inside that--

  “So what’s for brunch?” Kyra blurted out loud suddenly.

  “If memory serves me, I believe Ivan said a Romanian cuisine called ghiveci din carne de vaca,” Dumitri supplied, not hiding his amusement at her quick topic change.

  “Sounds heavenly.” For all she knew, it could be some poor animal’s brain.

  * * *

  “I still can’t get over the change in you, or seeing you with Dumitri. Just yesterday you were ready to bolt without a backward glance,” Cecilia began, as she caught up with Kyra after the meal.

  Dumitri was waylaid by the British woman who had several complaints she wanted to discuss with him.

  “I know, I can hardly believe it myself,” Kyra agreed

  “So what’s changed?”

  “I guess I didn’t stand a chance against his form of persuasion.”

  “I take it he was your nightly visitor you couldn’t talk about.”

  Kyra wasn’t surprised by the woman’s deductions.

  “There’s no point in denying it now, is there?”

  Kyra only smiled in response to the question.

  Cecilia shook her head, returning her newfound friend’s warm smile. “Tell me one thing, is he as delicious as he seems?”

  Feeling brazen, she answered honestly. “A fantasy come true.”

  * * *

  Dumitri found Kyra in his library later, leisurely thumbing through an aged hardcover book.

  Dante’s Inferno, he recognized with his keen sight. He knew the book well, had practically committed it to memory. She looked incredibly sexy propped on the window seat, her leather-clad legs bent, the novel resting securely on her knees.

  “Exactly how old is this?” she asked, not looking up from the page her eyes seemed fixed on.

  “Nearly seven hundred years,” he answered smoothly. Her hair fell forward concealing her features from his view. She closed the book, running her slender fingers over the binding.

  “The covering is considerably newer, perhaps three hundred years. I don’t remember exactly when I had it bound.”

  “I can’t boast to know Italian, but it looks as if there’s a dedication to you.”

  “Un amico e un fratello allineare del apothecary. A true friend and brother in apothecary.”

  “Exactly how old are you?” she asked

  “I will reach my thousandth year this June,” he answered without hesitation.

  Kyra nodded as if what he’d said made perfect sense. “How long will you live?” She continued to trace the book as if by doing so she could more easily absorb what he said.

  He shrugged, “I am of the immortals. Unless I meet an untimely demise, I shall live for a very long time.”

  “What about me?”

  “Right now you are still considered of the Worthy, but before the night has completed its cycle you will be of the immortals, a true Vampire.”

  She sat silent for several moments, and he resisted the urge to touch her mind.

  “I know you say I’m “of the Worthy”, and we were created for each other, but I don’t understand it. I’m human, my parents were human, so were theirs.”

  “Tell me, have you ever known yourself to be sick, even a minor cold?”

  She thought back over the last twenty-nine years of her life. She had always been an incredibly healthy child, never suffering any childhood ailments, nor breaking a bone even in her very rough tomboy years.

  “It is very likely that one of your parents carries the genetic trait of the Worthy and is unaware.”

  “How?”

  “That I do not know. It is unknown why the Worthy removed themselves from vampiric circles.”

  “We… they must not be as important as you say if they were able to disappear so easily.”

  “Vampires are very arrogant creatures. I have heard it said there were those who refused to take their created mates for fear the person would wield power over them.”

  “You obviously don’t share this same fear.”

  “Meu dulciuri, you have always owned my heart, always will. Without you I am nothing.”

  Kyra’s heart swelled at his declaration. “Had I not met you, I would have selected a suitable vamp from a prominent family to share my existence but thus far I had managed to put it off. Perhaps we would have had a child, but my heart would not be completely whole, not so long as you existed on this earth without me.”

  What he’d said should have overwhelmed her, but in the most inner workings of her heart and mind she knew it was the truth.

/>   “So now what?” she asked, finally looking up at him.

  In answer he held out his hand. “Now you come with me.”

  Kyra complied without hesitation, easily unfolding herself from the window seat. Within seconds she was in his arms, succumbing to his firm embrace. It was amazing how a man she hadn’t known existed could suddenly become such a prominent figure in her life. Her heart raced at his touch. When she looked up into his eyes her legs threatened to give way. If it were not for his arms easily engulfing her waist, she was certain she would be an embarrassing heap at his feet.

  You feel it too, meu ducliri?

  Yes, dear God, she did feel it. Emotions she’d never experienced threatened to burst through her like a tidal wave, to drown her if she didn’t hold on to the lifeline he offered. Was this what love felt like? She’d heard people describe it, had even thought the affection she felt for William was the real thing. She realized now it didn’t compare to what she was feeling for Dumitri.

  He bent to take her lips in a tender kiss that had her pressing her body into his, her own mouth taking the lead in her desire for more of him.

  Dumitri seemed to bask in her eager response, holding her tighter in his arms.

  Kyra felt a brief floating sensation before realizing he had transported them to the windowless room from earlier.

  He pulled away slightly. “Are you ready, meu ducliri?”

  “No,” she admitted, feeling the instant stiffening in his body. “But I want you, want to be at your side from now till eternity.”

  If he were of the Werekind, Dumitri was certain he would be howling his joy now for all to hear. Instead, he busied himself with manually peeling the leather off his mate’s lush curves. How beautiful she was, he thought, as the zipper at the back gave way to expose her ass.

  “You are perfection. Never have I seen a woman as lovely as you.” He nuzzled her neck with his seeking mouth, nipping the skin lightly. The one-piece material slid surprisingly easily from her body. Underneath she wore leather thong-like panties that served only one purpose, to arouse. He sucked in a quick breath at the impact of seeing her as he’d envisioned for so many months. Finally, she would be his.

  She kicked away the smooth material of the cat suit, enjoying the way Dumitri’s eyes lingered on her firm body as she wiggled out of the thong panties.

  His enormous arousal was evident in the legging-style pants he wore, leaving nothing to the imagination. Eager to see all of him, she tore at the buttons of his filmy loose-fitting shirt. In her haste, several of the round objects dislodged and flew helter skelter around the room.

  Her eyes feasted on his muscular torso, she spared him one last glance before pressing butterfly kisses against his chest with deliberate slowness. Dumitri at her initiative. Just getting started, she switched her attention to a turgid nipple. His sharp intake of breath and the feel of his masculine hands tangled in her hair was all the encouragement she needed. She flicked the nipple with her tongue several times before switching to its neglected brethren.

  With one finger under her chin, Dumitri dislodged her mouth, causing her to look up at him with questioning eyes.

  “Wrap your legs around my waist,” he instructed, lifting her effortlessly into his arms.

  Kyra complied without reluctance, pressing her bare breasts against his hair-roughened skin.

  “Dear God, I need you,” he muttered into her neck, inhaling her heady scent. She smelled of fresh jasmine. He’d never known a person could be so sweet.

  With long strides he had them at his bed. She tilted her head giving him better access to her throat. Dumitri resisted the temptation to drink from her exposed flesh, to take her sweet lifesblood into his body.

  He lifted her further until her breasts were level with his eager mouth. Kyra threw her head back with the pleasure of his lip’s first contact, burying her fingers in his thick mane.

  “Oh… yes.” She sighed as he swirled his tongue around one erect nipple, switching to pay equal reverence to the other until she fisted her hands in his hair. He pulled away, easing her down his body to give her another of his impassioned kisses before allowing her to slide the remainder of the way to the satin sheets. His pants dissolved away, permitting his engorged cock free rein. On her knees, she touched him tentatively with curious fingers. When he didn’t make a move to halt her perusal, she wrapped her fingers around his thick flesh.

  “Meu ducliri.” He moaned.

  Kyra smiled mischievously at his heated response. She dropped down to lay on her stomach, catching Dumitri completely off guard.

  “You don’t have to do that,” he croaked, just as her tongue darted out to taste the salty tip of his cock.

  “But I want to.” She peered up at him with hooded eyes.

  He crooned as she slowly took him in, inch by inch. He was lost in the total sensation of having her mouth stroke him, watching as her head bobbed rapidly. Leaning over her prone body while she continued her wonderful sucking, he stroked her velvety back with one large hand. Gradually moving to her round firm buttocks, he squeezed it appreciatively before dipping further to spread her legs apart. He slipped expert fingers between her open thighs until he came in contact with the object of his desire.

  “Aahhh,” Kyra sighed around his engorged cock, spreading her legs even wider to allow him deeper access to her ravenous cunt. He fingered her in rhythm with her suctioning mouth. Her mouth full of him, she cried out in protest when he pulled his drenched fingers out of her channel.

  “Don’t move,” he growled as he slid the soaked fingers between her butt cheeks, zeroing in on his new target. He traced the puckered flesh of her anus, teasing the tiny hole before edging into the tight confines of the walls.

  Kyra tensed in automatic reaction.

  “Relax, meu ducliri. You know I would never do anything to hurt you.”

  His words seemed to have an instant calming effect on her body because her muscles relaxed of their own accord, granting him further entrance into her tight ass. For several moments she lay still, not making any sudden movements while he stretched her with his thick finger. When he was knuckle deep in her tightness, he began a gradual twirling motion that nearly rocketed her off the bed.

  Oh my, oh my, she repeated mentally while moaning over his stiff cock. Never in her wildest imagination had she thought to be able to gain so much pleasure from this type of intrusion. To show her appreciation, she took him deeply into her mouth again and again, sucking as one would over a favored treat. She repeated the action until he removed the thick finger from her ass.

  “I will not waste my seed in your mouth,” he growled while pulling her greedy lips away from his rigid cock.

  Kyra wanted to tell him that she wouldn’t mind, but the words never had a chance to formulate. In seconds, Dumitri had her positioned on all fours while he guided his engorged member into her core.

  “Aahh,” Kyra cried. Her head fell forward from the pleasure of having him drive into her over and over, her breasts swaying from the fierce domination. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, he slid an arm underneath her, his fingers finding their mark on her aroused clit.

  “I… I… oh my God, oh my God,” was all she could manage, her impending climax loomed in the distance like a beacon of light, which her body seemed to gallop toward.

  “Submit to me,” came his rough request and she knew immediately what he meant. Tossing her curly mass of hair to one side, she bared her neck for him, not having to wait long before she felt the sharp stab of incisors in her soft flesh. The light became even brighter, blinding her as her orgasm racked her body.

  “I’m coming!” she yelled, while he continued to pound her with determined strokes.

  He drove into her with the uncontrollable force of a man on the edge of sanity, easily encircling her small waist, pulling her repeatedly onto his ramming cock. The need to completely possess her was like nothing he’d ever experienced, and he knew he could never get enough of her. T
he combination of her orgasm and the saccharine taste of her blood flooding his mouth pushed him over the edge, causing his seed to burst forth into her welcoming womb like a tidal wave. Even after the last ounce of him spurted into her body, he continued to drink from her quivering body. Finally, he forced himself away, flipping her in his arms while using an extended fingernail to slice an opening for her own feeding just below his neck.