“Elves and vampires have that in common, don’t they?” Lindál observed. “Naming isn’t a casual thing.”
“It’s not always casual amongst humans, either,” Beth said.
“In your case, it wasn’t.”
“My parents were mid-west Baptists, who died in a car accident when I was sixteen. For them, the world was black and white and stayed that way until the end. This, if they’d known about it, would have killed them. Literally. They couldn’t have coped with it. So why they named me what they did is a complete mystery to me. It certainly isn’t because of some fate they knew I had waiting for me.”
She poured herself a coffee and sipped in deep appreciation. “I have a question of my own, Lindál. If elves have known about the Grimoré forever and that they would be preceded by the vampeen, is that perhaps a reason why you’ve always considered the vampires to be your enemy? Because you got it mixed up and thought the prophecy meant vampires, as there weren’t any vampeen around right then?”
Lindál froze, his eyes wide.
Zack began to laugh, a silent bellow that made his body shake and forced him to clutch at the breakfast bar to keep his balance.
Lindál shot him a glare that just made him laugh harder.
When Zack finally got himself under control again, he took a deep breath and sighed, blinking, then lifted a finger to the corner of his eye and pulled it away. It was damp and he stared at it, mesmerized. “Tears,” he said, his voice husky, astonished.
Beth moved to his side. “Zack?” she said softly.
He looked at her. “A human thing, tears. It’s been over two hundred years.” He swallowed. “I guess I’m changing, too.” He looked at Lindál. “What about you, elf?”
Lindál shook his head. “Nothing that I’ve noticed, so far.”
“Bullshit,” Zack responded. “Just nothing that you’ll admit to.”
Lindál hefted the kitchen knife, spinning it in one hand so the blade flashed like a slivery disk. “Perhaps,” he said coolly and went back to chopping.
Zack caught Beth around the waist and lifted her so she was straddling his thighs. “How did you know we were coming, earlier?” he asked. “Did you hear us? You were waiting, dressed, expecting us.”
“Lindál heard you—heard something and teleported. I just...put it together.”
“From that?” Lindál said. He shook his head. “I gave no clue. I was careful not to. I didn’t want to alarm you.”
“I wasn’t expecting a conference, no. But I was expecting something to come through the door and was ready to either fight or run, accordingly. I thought the...the vampeen had found us.”
“You gave no sign of it,” Zack told her. “You acted like you were already a queen in fact. You had them half convinced just by your appearance alone.” He kissed her. “You were awe-inspiring.”
“Amrod called you ‘my lady’ and he doesn’t bestow titles upon anyone unless they’ve proved themselves beyond question,” Lindál said, from behind her. “You impressed him. That isn’t easy, with Amrod.”
“I wasn’t trying to impress anyone,” Beth said helplessly. “I was terrified, didn’t you know that?”
“Yes,” they both said at once. Zack was smiling.
A quiet electronic beep made him reached into his shirt pocket and bring out an ordinary cell phone. He flipped it open and smiled. “It’s a text message from Alexander. Diego found the bodies. He said he owes you a whiskey, Beth. They are the ugliest creatures to walk the planet and he’s never seen them before in his life.” He put the phone away. “That confirms it. If Diego Savage has never seen them before, then they’re something new.”
“The vampeen,” Beth said, and shivered.
Zack took her face in his hands and kissed her again, this time more thoroughly. By the time he was done, her body was on fire, her breasts tipped with marbled nubs that chafed against the lace and the jeans felt restrictive and confining. She wished with all her might that she wore the simple chiffon gown right now, with its ease of access and inviting transparency.
She gazed into Zack’s black eyes breathlessly, as he wound his hands through her hair. “Don’t stop,” she pleaded.
“Don’t look at me like that or I won’t be able to,” he growled and leaned forward to bite gently at the slope of her breast through the lace of her shirt.
She licked her lips. “Is there a reason you must?” she asked, as her heart slammed into her chest.
“No, there isn’t,” Lindál said softly.
Zack’s arms tightened around her. He lifted and carried her into his bedroom and laid her gently upon the bed. For a moment he stood back and just looked at her. “So many times I’ve wished I might have you here, lying upon my bed. And they say fate is cruel.”
“You don’t know what fate is going to ask of you yet,” she warned him.
He grimaced. “I’ve lived through two hundred empty years, Beth. I’ve watched my descendants thrive and forget about me and mine, and what we did to make it possible for them to live the lives they have now. I’ve paid my dues.”
She sought to lighten his mood. “You’re also a liar, Zack. You told me you wanted to bend me over a table in McGinty’s.”
His eyes glinted with a dangerous gleam. “I wanted you all ways. Any way I could get you.”
“And now you have me, what will you do with me?” She arched, bringing her arms over her head, teasing him. “You’re taking the long route, vampire. I think you’re losing your touch.”
“You do, hmm?” His hand slipped beneath her ass. He curled his fingers over the band of the jeans and yanked hard. With a tired rip, the jeans split asunder, right through to the crotch.
She gasped, shocked at the power he’d displayed. He grinned, gripped the front of her jeans with both hands and tore them apart with little effort, then pulled the tattered denim from each of her legs and tossed it to the floor. He snatched the lace panties from her body with barely a flick of the wrist, leaving her naked from the waist down, apart from the boots.
“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he rumbled.
Beth went to sit up, so that she could reach the lacing on her bustier, but Zack was quicker. He pressed on her shoulders, keeping her on the bed. “I didn’t say you could sit up,” he said, his body holding her down. “I like you right here like this, where I can reach you.” He snaked his hand down between her legs, cupped her mons and squeezed. She was moist and ready for him and moaned at his touch.
He stood up and unzipped his jeans. “Now take off your clothes,” he said, pulling out his cock and stroking it. “While I watch and think about all those other times I watched you and wanted to tear off your clothes and ram my cock inside you like I’m about to.”
Her pussy rippled in response. She reached for the hooks on the front of the bustier and struggled to release them one by one. “You never let me know, Zack. Not one hint. Nothing.”
“It would have stayed that way forever, if not for this bonding, my sweet Seaveth,” he rumbled. “Ah, your breasts are the sweetest globes...a man could dine upon them and nothing else. Play with the nipples.”
She pushed aside the leather of the bustier and slid her fingers over the nipples, catching them between her fingertips and drawing them out. The sweet-sour spike of pleasure shot through her, making her gasp and her clitoris throb sharply. Her hips jerked in response.
Her breathing was becoming unsteady.
“Now the buttons,” Zack ordered and his own breathing was less than steady.
She fumbled with the buttons, her fingers clumsy with growing excitement, and her blood sizzling. Finally, the lace shirt was open and she shrugged out of it and lay naked. She held her arms out to Zack. “Please,” she whispered.
He stood for a moment more, studying her, his black eyes stormy with memories, she thought, of the times he thought he could not have her. She watched his hand stroking his cock and thought she might spontaneously combust if he didn’t fuck her very soon.
She was starting to jitter apart with the emptiness and her pussy ached with it.
Zack slipped his shirt off, leaving his jeans at half-mast, his cock emerging from the lowered zipper as he walked toward her. Beth shivered in anticipation. Her pussy squeezed hard as she imagined him sliding his cock into it and how hot and big it would be. The cream gathered at her entrance in response. “Now,” she begged.
“No.” He reached beneath the bed and brought out something she could not see. “Lindál left a small surprise for you.”
“Me?” She tried to sit up.
“Lie down,” he commanded and pushed on her shoulder again. “Or shall I tie you down?”
She shivered at the idea and licked her lips. Zack grinned. “I see,” he said. “We’ll keep that for another day, then. For now, just lie down and put your heels on the bed.”
She obeyed. Zack spread her feet wider, letting the boot heels dig into the bed cover and anchor her feet. He pulled a pillow down from the top of the bed, lifted her hips and slid it beneath her hips, raising her ass off the mattress altogether.
“That’s a sight that would have shut down McGinty’s altogether,” Zack said, running his hand down her abdomen and for one swirling, mind-hazing moment over her vulva and between her ass cheeks. Beth tried to control her breathing, to calm the hyperventilating that threaten to break out, as Zack settled on the bed between her legs.
Cool gel touched her pussy, then Zack’s fingers, as he smeared it around her anus, rimming it and probing. She gripped the bed cover in both fists, wadding it in great balls, her whole body trembling, as excitement bloomed deep inside her. Zack’s finger probed her ass, pushing the lubricant deep inside her, widening her.
Her pussy contracted in response to his invasion and Beth moaned. “Hurry,” she whispered. “Hurry, Zack.”
“Hush,” he told her. But his voice was thick with his own barely contained arousal.
Then the blunt, thick touch of a dildo pushed against her ass, seeking entry. She was ready for it, welcomed it. But as it nudged its way into her, she realized the size of it and was touched by a fine streak of concern—it was so big! But it was too late. The dildo was pushing inside her anyway.
“I can feel your feelings, remember? I know what you can handle,” Zack murmured.
Of course, she remembered now. Her concerned melted away. Zack would not hurt her. As it widened her and filled her, she was caught up once more in the rush of feelings. Being spread open, being stuffed in a way that was totally different from having a cock in her pussy. She realized with a start that she was close to coming, that her clit was spasm. “Oh, god, Zack...!” she said breathlessly.
He must have felt it, for she could not articulate it or even indicate it. The climax was rushing towards her, claiming her whether she wished it or not.
Zack cupped her ass and took her vulva into his mouth, sucking on the clit and flicking it with his tongue, then steadily and heavily stroking it, swiftly bringing her to the climax that threatened.
Beth’s mind shattered. She saw stars and electrical storms and her body convulsed, as the climax gripped her. It seemed to take forever to pass through her and when she could once again focus, she found Zack on one elbow, next to her, a hand on her hip, smiling down at her.
“I suppose you deserve the self-satisfied smile,” she said, her voice husky. “Did you enjoy that?”
“You have no idea,” he told her gravely. He patted her hip. “Still comfortable?”
“Very.” The dildo was still in her ass and she was in no hurry to have it removed. “Please say you get to fuck me now.”
“Oh, yes. I get to fuck you now. With a bonus.” His eyes seemed to turn obsidian black and veiled.
“What is it, Zack?” she whispered.
“You’ll like this,” he assured her, moving to the end of the bed again.
“It’s something else,” she insisted. “Something you’re not saying.”
“Later, Beth. Later.” He lifted the bottle of lubricant again. “First, I want to play.” He tapped her knees. “Let your knees drop open. Relax.”
She followed his instructions and Zack poured a few drops of the lubricant directly onto her clitoris, and the hood and labia surrounding it.
“There’s a reason I tilted your pelvis down like that,” he told her and gripped her hips, as he settled on his knees beneath her ass. His gaze bore into her eyes as his massive cock pushed at her pussy. “Ready?”
She swallowed. What would it feel like to have him inside her when she was already filled by the dildo? “Yes,” she said uncertainly.
He slid slowly into her, well-oiled by her copious juices. Although a small part of her wanted him to batter his way into her and he had already spoken of ramming his cock into her a number of times, she was glad he took his time, easing each inch inside.
Even so, each fraction of an inch was pure sensual torture. Beth could feel herself being impaled, opened up in a way that was novel and familiar at the same time. She began to pant long before Zack came to rest with his full length inside her, her breasts rising and falling, the tips on fire. When he was fully lodged within, the downward tilt of her pelvis brought her clit in full contact with his pelvic bone and she gasped, her eyes widening.
Zack smiled, a slow, wicked smile, his grip on her hips firming. “You see?” he purred. He shifted his weight, getting comfortable. Instead of pulling out of her and back into her, he ground his hips into her, barely breaking contact with her pelvis.
Her lubricated vulva throbbed, stimulated beyond belief by the kiss of his pelvis. Protected by the swollen hood of flesh, her clit was a hard, erect organ stroked by each ‘thrust’ he made. The tissues separated naturally by his movements until his flesh was pressing up against her clit itself and Beth’s pleasure mounted tenfold.
“Zack, oh my!” she cried, clutching at him.
His grinding became a more direct thrusting, but still his pelvis kissed her clit each time, stroking the inflamed bud and bringing on her climax.
This time when she came she screamed, the sound tearing at her throat as she arched in a tight bow. Waves of the climax washed over her again and again, as Zack pounded into her, until his own orgasm shook him and he pumped his cum into her.
He fell onto one arm, leaning over her and breathing heavily.
Beth’s head rolled to one side and she saw Lindál standing at the open door to the bedroom, watching silently. He moved away when she saw him, but it barely bothered her that he had been there at all. In fact, she had liked it that he had seen her being fucked by Zack.
“What is it?” Zack asked, still breathless.
“Lindál was watching,” she said.
He smiled and kissed her lightly on the lips. “I know.” He slid his cock from her and settled on his side next to her, his legs tangled in her. “For an elf, he’s got depths you’d not expect.”
“So do you,” she told him. “What was it you wouldn’t speak of, earlier?”
“Trust you to remember and come back to it.”
She smiled. “It’s my job. Well, I think it’s going to be my job. To remember this sort of stuff. Details. Minutia. Adminstrivia.”
“No. Your job is going to be to lead and you’re good at it. You’re a natural.”
Beth stared at him. “You’re kidding. How could you possibly know that?”
Zack chuckled. “You forget. This morning I watched you back down and control a room full of egotistical vampires with about thirty centuries of combined living under their belts.”
“But that was... That was just...”
“Just natural.” He kissed her cheek.
“And you’re changing subjects.”
He sighed and sat up. “Yes.”
Beth sat up, more slowly and carefully, for the dildo was still lodged inside her ass. “Tell me,” she said softly.
“In the two hundred and thirty four years I have been a vampire, Beth, I have never once taken a human lover. Other vampire
s—Diego, for instance—do not scruple to do so in a heartbeat. But I have refused. Until now. Until you.”
Beth considered this carefully. “You refrained because of the basic dishonesty, didn’t you? Because ultimately, you had to lie to her, one way or another. One night stand, or long term relationship, it didn’t matter. Either way, it was a lie, or a painful disaster.”
Zack just stared at her. Then slowly, he smiled and shook his head. “You see...you’re a natural,” he said at last. “You understand people. You know what drives them.”
“Maybe,” she agreed. “But that just means I know that wasn’t all you were thinking about earlier, Zack. There was something else.”
“True,” he agreed easily. He slid off the bed. “I’ve been reading—“
“When do you not read?” she quipped.
He gave a small smile. “When I’m not fantasizing about fucking your brains out, my sweet Seaveth.” He grabbed a robe from behind the door and threw it on, then came back to the side of the bed and crouched down so that his eyes were level with hers. “Remember the accident in McGinty’s, Beth? When you dropped the tray?”
“Of course.” She grabbed her temple. “Oh, of course! You were cut. That’s why you hid your hand. You healed in a moment. You didn’t want me to see it.”
“Yes. But think about it, Beth. About the way the glasses fell. About how many weren’t smashed.”
She recalled the fall of the tray again, about how many she had managed to catch and how many Zack, too, had uprighted and put on the table. Between them, they had caught many of the glasses. There had only been one or two—
She gasped.
Zack nodded. “You see it now,” he said. “It was just like this morning, Beth. It had already begun by then. Your speed and reaction times were off the chart. I saw it then, but didn’t realize the significance of it. You, Lindál and I have been moving towards this bonding for several days already. It’s just stepping up the stakes now.”
“And your reading tells you...?”
“I’ve been reading about vampire bondings, but I don’t have enough material here in the apartment, so I’m going to have to go and consult the archives at the keep.”
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