by Gina Kincade
Letting her handbag slip to the floor, she then wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him harder to her. He responded by grabbing her arse cheeks, lifting her up and pushing her against the door. Instinctively, she gripped onto his waist with her legs. A hard, hot bulge pressed against the seam of her jeans. She moaned into Brett’s mouth, rolling her hips to get some friction where she needed it most.
Their passion took over. Brett’s mouth moved ever harder, ever faster on hers, seeming to tell her without words that he did, in fact, reciprocate those feelings. But now was not the time to demand verbal confirmation, in any case. All she really wanted in that moment was him inside her, taking her to the climactic highs she’d been mentally reliving since the fundraiser.
She reached down with one hand—keeping the other clamped to the back of his neck—and palmed his cock through the material of his trousers. Squeezed it; hard.
It seemed to do the trick. With a deep-throated growl, he broke their kiss, but not before giving her bottom lip a sharp bite. Then he turned and walked over to the examination table, depositing her in front of it. Wordlessly, he undid her jeans and shoved them down, along with her knickers. Then, gripping her hips, he spun her to face the table and bent her over it.
There were sounds of shuffling that reminded her of their illicit tryst in the dark. He slapped his heated erection against one bare bum cheek, then the other. Her pussy leaked yet more liquid. God, but she wanted him. Would she ever stop wanting him?
He brushed his fingertips between her legs. Finding her more than ready for him, he gave a pleased-sounding murmur, slotted the head of his cock against her entrance, then forged inside. The lapels of his coat tickled her naked skin. She moaned. Immediately, one of Brett’s hands went to her hip, the other clamped over her mouth.
Of course. They had to keep quiet. Yes, she could do that.
But as Brett began moving inside her, she suddenly wasn’t so sure. Her eyes rolled back in her head, and the lids fluttered closed. Christ, but he felt good. Filling her, stretching her, stimulating every nerve ending… This, this was what she’d been wanting, needing, for weeks. But not just any cock—Brett’s. His cock, and everything that went with it.
Bracing her hands against the edge of the table—she wondered if they’d ever get chance to fuck without there being a table involved—she shoved her arse backwards, forcing him deeper.
Brett dug his fingertips hard into her hip for a second, making her grunt against his palm, then slipped his hand around her body and sought her clit. Finding it, he gathered up some of her juices and slicked them over the swollen bud. She groaned as he began stroking it, immediately ramping up his actions to match that of his thrusting cock—fast and rough and relentless.
Her climax approached rapidly—likely a combination of her long-burning arousal, the location, the atmosphere between them, and the speed and ferocity with which Brett was shunting into her. Tiny pinpricks seemed to roll over her body, centering in on her groin.
A few more strokes and thrusts and she was undone. Barely trusting herself, even with Brett’s hand over her mouth, she sunk her teeth into her bottom lip and succumbed to the powerful orgasm that crashed into her.
Brett quickly shifted his hand from her clit and scooped his arm around her stomach, holding her up as she came, and he continued to fuck her as her cunt spasmed around his shaft. Several moments later, Brett came with a stifled moan, his thick cock twitching as he emptied his load inside her.
Heavy breathing and quiet whimpers filled the room as they rode out and recovered from their respective climaxes. Brett released her mouth, slumping over her briefly and pressing a kiss to the nape of her neck. Then he straightened. “You all right to stand?”
Unable to form words, she nodded and maintained her hold on the table’s edge as she slowly regained her equilibrium. Unfortunately, as the post-orgasmic haze faded away, reality crept back in. Yes, she’d taken the first step and was here. And yes, they’d just had a spectacular shag. But they still hadn’t done the talking bit. Without that, the rest of it—though enjoyable—was pointless.
Once she felt more stable, she tugged up her underwear and jeans, rendering herself decent. Physically, anyway. Mentally, she felt far from decent. Taking a steadying breath, she turned around. Brett was in the middle of the room, looking gorgeously just-fucked and stunned all at once. The last bit heartened her somewhat, giving her the boost she needed to make the words come out.
“Look, I don’t much like talking about this kind of thing, either, but we have to. I think what just happened affirms you do reciprocate those feelings. But the question remains: what the hell do we do about it?”
Brett’s eyes widened, and he ran a hand through his already-mussed hair. He sighed, then said, “Well, I guess we could go on a date.”
Unprepared for that particular comment, she spluttered. “Um, okay. All right.” She let the idea percolate in her brain for a few seconds. “I suppose it’s as good a place to start as any. You’re not… embarrassed to be seen out with an older woman? You don’t think I’m too old for you?”
He shook his head. “Samantha, you’re the one who seems to be hung up on my age, not me.” Shrugging, he continued, “No, I’m not embarrassed. I also have no idea if anything could develop between us, but like you, I haven’t been able to get what happened between us out of my mind. Actually,” now he did look abashed, his cheeks pinkening as he directed his gaze at the floor, “I haven’t been able to get you out of my mind since we first met. So I think that going on a date is a perfectly sensible idea. We have nothing to lose… right?”
Raising her eyebrows, she replied, “No, we don’t. Superb. Then I accept.”
Looking up, he met her eyes. “Okay, then. Great. Just one condition, though.”
“And what might that be?”
He grinned, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Stop being such a stuck-up bitch.”
She wasn’t entirely surprised by his request—she had been pretty awful to him. Returning his grin, she said, “I’ll do my best.”
“It’s a deal-breaker. One bitchy comment and I’m out of there.”
“Not even just a teeny-tiny one?” she wheedled, stepping over to him.
He grabbed her and yanked her against him, then leaned down so their faces were millimeters apart. “Maybe just a miniscule one. But you have to work on it, all right? Try and be nicer.”
“What’s in it for me?”
“Me.” He was so close now that their noses brushed against each other, and, if she wasn’t mistaken, his cock was awakening once more.
“Well, when you put it like that… how can I refuse? You’ve got yourself a deal.”
“Shake on it?”
“No, I’ve got a better idea. Let’s kiss on it.”
And they did.
Blood Bio-Med by Elvira Bathory
Prologue
It’s been six months since the supernatural community announced our existence to the world. For centuries witches, shifters, vampires and the like have been living alongside humans in shadow and silence, watching as you slowly kill yourselves. Yes we have been watching as you wage your wars, the senseless and needless killing that you humans seem to long for. Some of us have even fought by your side in some of those wars. We watch the same news casts; we’ve seen the state of the world just as you have. Honestly with the current state of affairs happening worldwide, I’m shocked that humans weren’t more surprised when you found out about the paranormal beings living among you.
You don’t know how the supernatural community became known to the humans? Well, why don’t I tell you. You see, six months ago a witch fell in love with a human. It was more like an obsession really, but I digress. So the witch became obsessed with this human who was engaged to be married to the human woman he was in love with. Not one to take rejection lightly, the witch cast a love spell to steal the man’s affections away from his beloved. However, the witch neglected to take into considerati
on the effects true love might have and the spell backfired. Torn between the two women, the human male killed himself and his beloved accused the witch of foul-play. There was an extensive investigation and the witch was arrested. She was put on trial for manslaughter and was sentenced to fifteen years in jail. But the witch had other ideas and exposed her powers to the entirety of the court room. As you may have already guessed, the outcome of that decision resulted in her jail time turning into a death sentence. This was because of one simple fact: humans don’t trust what they don’t understand. The witch never left that court room alive.
With that one act, the witch caused a domino effect that found every supernatural being suddenly out in the open for the first time. Not sure what to do with themselves, the supernatural community kept themselves out of the limelight as best they could for fear of retaliation. A bell had been rung and there was no un-ringing it.
This is where I come in. My name is Aleah Maclead and I’m a thirty year old doctor. I’m one of six specialists that have been hand-picked by the Director of Supernatural Bio-Medicine, a fairly new area of study. The six of us work closely with Dr. Morgan to help all supernatural beings.
In my spare time I’ve been helping the Director on figuring out the differences between shifters and humans. He decided to start with the shifters of the supernatural community and move on from there, depending on the results. Some of the beings in our community are self-explanatory. Vampires, for example, seem self-explanatory to me as death can make someone completely different from the living. Don’t get me wrong, we definitely plan on conducting some studies on the undead members of our community as well, but shifters aren’t as easy to determine differences with a few tests: starting with blood. It always comes down to the blood, doesn’t it? I suppose it’s a good thing that blood happens to be my specialty as a Hematologist.
Dr. Morgan and I have been performing blood tests and experiments on me, for now. He’s uncertain how many of his team members are “other” but he has too much class to just come out and ask, so any experiments that are needed are being done on me.
Oh yea, I should probably mention that I’m a shifter myself. My other form is that of a Servaline Genet but I’ll explain the who’s and what’s of that later.
Now here’s where the real story begins. Are you ready? I certainly hope so because the tale I’m about to share with you will begin to show you the trials and tribulations of being supernatural in a mostly human world.
Chapter One
Aleah took a closer look at the reflection staring back at her. Her cheeks could use a little more color, but she supposed her new pale look was due to lack of sleep and recent blood loss. Her lack of sleep was due to the long hours at her job. The blood loss was due to that job as well but for different reasons. She sighed as she opened the medicine cabinet and pulled out her make-up bag; it was time to put some color on her cheeks.
Aleah opened the bag and started taking make-up products out, setting them on the sink for easy access. Picking up the foundation she opened the compact and reached for the powder brush. Looking at her reflection again, Aleah applied a small amount of the base powder making sure it was an even application. Satisfied that the foundation was applied light enough that no one could tell she had any on Aleah reached for the blush, sucking in her cheeks so that she could see the cheekbones and applied a small line of blush, taking her fingers and spreading it out so that she didn’t look like a clown. Her mind wandered to the day the team met for the first time as she finished applying all of her make-up, trying to get ready for her shift at the hospital.
Aleah remembered how excited she’d been when she received the phone call letting her know that Dr. Morgan needed her specialty in blood. He was well known in the paranormal community as one of the best doctors to go to when injured or sick so every medical student that was “other” wanted to work under him. Even if it was only to be in the presence of the doctor they all trusted with their lives. When she had been called upon to meet the man of doctorate legend, she jumped at the chance. Of course at the time she had no way of knowing that the good doctor was putting together a team of specialists to work for the supernatural community.
The day after the phone call found Aleah in the waiting room of the fifth floor of New Hope Hospital anxiously waiting for Dr. Morgan to make an appearance and explain what it was he needed from her. She remembered taking a seat closest to the door she had entered and looking around the room, noticing there were four other people sitting in the room with her. Every one of them seemed to be feeling the same mix of emotions that she was: anxiety and nerves. Her palms were sweating as she watched two of the four people in the room fidget in their seats. A third person stood and began pacing the length of the small room, long strides eating up the carpet in his need to calm his nerves. The fourth person, a woman, was taking deep breaths as she slowly rocked with her eyes closed.
They stood in unison, with the exception of the man who was already standing, as a six foot one, silver haired older man walked into the waiting room.
The Director of Supernatural Bio-Medicine smiled at each of them in turn, “Hello fellow doctors. If you would just follow me, please.”
He turned and led the way down a small hallway, stopping in front of one of the closed doors then ushering the five of them into one of the conference rooms and waited until they were all seated to begin what could only be called a presentation.
Dr. Morgan began by telling them the reason they were called together then introduced them all by their specialties, “I’m glad to see that almost all of you were able to be here. There was to be one more of you, but it seems he’s not going to make it. Shall we get started?”
Everyone nodded their agreement and waited to hear what the doctor was going to say next.
“Without further ado, allow me to tell you why you’re here. I have hand-picked each of you for your specialties and your reputations in those specialties. As you may already know, this hospital has allowed for a new type of study to be conducted in honor of the paranormal being outed. That study is Supernatural Bio-Medicine and they have appointed me the Director. Now the reason you five have been called is so we can appease the humans, and to make sure that the supernaturals are receiving the proper care. In order to do that I have need of a team. Before I get into all of the details concerning that let me introduce each of you. It might make things a little clearer for all involved.”
Dr. Morgan placed his hands on the conference table and leaned closer to the young doctors eager to be on his team, “Mr. Alfred Barstow here will be our Rheumatologist making sure that, should the need arise, we are able to help all paranormal beings with any joint, muscular and skeletal issues. He will also be helping aide in the study of these areas so that we can continue to learn everything we can about all paranormal beings and help the humans to understand that knowledge as well.”
Aleah remembered her attention had been drawn from the doctor to a tall, dark skinned man with a crew cut and easy smile to her left as he stood and waved, “Hello everyone.”
As Alfred returned to his seat Dr. Morgan turned his attention to a petite, light skinned woman with wavy blonde, shoulder length hair and a slightly upturned nose, “Ms. Deanna Bates came highly recommended for our Immunologist to aide us in helping those supernaturals with severe allergies. Of course we also need to study this area of medicine to discover how supernatural beings can have allergies, but that is a discussion for another time.”
The woman in question had her turn of standing and addressing everyone in the room, “Happy to be here.”
Dr. Morgan watched as Deanna returned to her seat then continued to introduce the final members in the room, “This is Mr. Wyatt Masterson and he will be our Endocrinologist helping us study the glands and hormones of all the supernatural community. We might be comparing these areas of the body with the humans to see what makes us so different from them.”
There was a collective gasp that had the Directo
r holding his hand up, “There’s no need for you to be alarmed as I assure you that there will be no white room with bright lights and no paranormals being tied down to a sterile table for these studies. No giant microscope watching your every move. This is merely a way to show the humans how safe we are, how they won’t ‘catch what we have’ and become supernatural themselves; that we are a unique case as stated six months ago.”
The room let out a sigh of relief as a whole, and the man who had been introduced before the bombshell of studying their own had been dropped gave a slow blink. Aleah remembered how her attraction to him was almost instantaneous. She watched as he stood in one lithe movement and took in his appearance. He had milky white skin, shocking white shaggy hair and stunning pale blue eyes. Her heart began to race as his eyes met hers and he licked his lips, getting ready to speak.
“Hi! Hey! Sorry I’m so late. Traffic was horrible!”
A man in his late thirties came rushing into the room, interrupting the Endocrinologist and jerking Aleah’s attention to the door. His short sandy blonde hair was sticking up in all directions and his clothes were rumpled, giving her the impression that he had just rolled out of bed. His deep tan showed that he wasn’t afraid to be in the sun, but the way he moved through the room set Aleah’s teeth on edge. She’d never met someone that made her go on the defensive just by the way they looked but that was exactly how she had felt the minute her gaze fell upon him.
Dr. Morgan turned her attention to the man who had breezed into the room, watching as he took a seat across from Aleah, “So nice of you to make an appearance, Mr. Wolfe. I was just introducing everyone and letting them know why they’ve been gathered here. May we continue?”
The new arrival gave the Director a carefree grin, “By all means, I do apologize for interrupting.”
