by Morgan Hawke
"Staring up your robe.” He smiled. “And getting hard."
Sygni rolled her eyes. One-track mind, and it's all in the gutter. “I mean, what are you doing awake? It's still daylight."
Galen shook his head. “I sleep because I'm tired, not because I have to go back to the grave, or some such bullshit. It's just easier to sleep during the day."
"But you're a vampire.” Sygni twisted around to sit upright. “Don't you have a problem with daylight?"
"Yeah, some.” Galen shrugged. “I don't explode into flames or anything. Too much of it just makes me pass out. As long as I'm not standing naked in direct sunlight, or not staring straight into a UV lamp, I'm fine."
"Oh..."
He nodded at her. “What are you doing?"
Sygni lifted the paperback. “Killing time; waiting on a phone call from the Inspector."
Galen frowned. “Who's the Inspector, some kind of detective?"
Sygni shook her head. “Detectives handle normal human crimes. Inspectors deal with all the weird shit. The local branch of industrial-strength haint-removers are run by Inspector Coventry, beta-grade federal sorcerer and pain in my ass extraordinaire.” She leaned back on her elbows. “As soon as he gets the clearance, you and I will be joining the Inspector's team to go help close down the good doctor's little shop of horrors."
"Can his people handle Gruber?” Galen folded his arms across his chest.
Sygni shrugged. “I don't see why not. It's only him and former garbage-man Tyrone.” And guns with cursed bullets.
Galen shook his head. “There's a kid in there, too. Gruber has him hooked up to a bunch of machinery in the back with direct control over all kinds of weird shit."
"A kid?” Sygni's mouth fell open. “Mother Night, why didn't you say something? We should have gotten him out, too!"
Galen lifted his chin. “You were bleeding from a bullet wound, remember? The kid is perfectly safe. Gruber spoils him rotten. Gives him anything he wants."
Sygni struggled to sit upright. “We could have tried."
Galen shook his head. “We weren't going to get that kid out of there without a really messy fight. He worships the ground Gruber walks on."
"Does he have any idea what Gruber's doing?” Sygni bit her lip. “How old is this kid?"
"High school age.” Galen shook his head. “He knows, all right. In fact, I'm pretty sure they're working together."
Sygni frowned. Why would anyone want to help Gruber make vampires and werewolves? “He's not a prisoner?"
"Trust me, he's perfectly happy to be there.” Galen looked away. “When I woke up on the table, he was sitting right there in his big machinery chair, grinning his ass off. He's some kind of powerhouse wiz-kid. I bet if you asked Sam, the kid was in on his being made a werewolf."
"Does this kid have a name?"
Galen shook his head. “I never heard it used. Gruber calls him ‘son’ and the kid calls him ‘father'."
"Father and son?” Sygni crossed her arms. The room had gotten somehow colder. “That's freaking scary."
"Try being in the same room with them.” Galen grimaced. “They have the same damned laugh."
A kid was involved. Shit. Sygni scowled. “I'll have to tell the Inspector about this kid when he calls."
"You do that. In the meantime ... Galen held out his hand. “Why don't you come over here so I can take a closer look at your panties?"
Sygni smiled. Right back to the gutter ... “I'm not wearing any."
He unleashed the full power of his devastating smile. “I know."
Sygni couldn't help but rock from the direct hit to her libido. Her nipples tingled with sudden carnal interest. Mother Night, his smile is lethal.
"Come on out of the sun.” Galen's gaze focused below her waist and licked his lips. “I'm dying to get a taste of what I'm looking at."
"Huh?” Sygni suddenly realized that her knees had been splayed wide for quite a few minutes. He really had been staring up the skirts of her robe. Her gaze shot to the interesting bulge in his jeans. He was well on his way to full erection, too. She narrowed her eyes and a smile curled her lips. So, he likes to peep, does he? Well then, let's indulge his little habit.
Sygni slowly leaned back on her elbows. “So, you want a taste?” She set one foot up on the divan, spreading her robe and her thighs wide open. A warm beam of sunlight caressed her most private flesh. “Of this pussy?” She brushed her fingers across her naked mound. “This pussy, right here?"
Galen straightened in the doorway. “That's the one.” From the shadows, his mismatched eyes showed a hint of red burning in their depths. His voice deepened to a purring rumble. “It's looks juicy and delicious."
Sygni felt her pulse leap in her throat. The air felt heavier, thicker, and harder to breathe. Her core pulsed hungrily. Hela's tits, he was seriously turning her on just by the look on his face. She licked her lips. Let's see if I can return the favor.
"My little pussy?” She parted the plump outer lips of her swelling labia with two fingers and exposed her pink heart. She was already beginning to cream. “My tight little pussy looks juicy?” She watched his expression as she dipped the tip of her middle finger into her depths.
His eyes narrowed and he leaned forward. His nostrils flared. “You wicked little tease.” He grinned.
She bit her lip to keep from laughing outright. “Me? Wicked? Never.” She burrowed her finger to the knuckle.
His lips parted and his chest lifted with his deepening breaths. “You are a very bad girl."
"Mmm ... bad,” she murmured and moved her finger within her, pressing against her sweet spot way in the back. Her body tightened and clutched. Heat curled up her spine and her hips gave a tiny little jump. She closed her eyes briefly and released a soft moan. She pulled her finger partway out, then dipped it back in again, then out, then in ... finger-fucking herself under his hot stare. The soft sounds of moist flesh reached her ears.
"Oh, would you look at that?” She pulled her finger out and lifted her hand for him to see that her finger and palm were slick with her excitement. “It appears that you're right. This pussy is definitely juicy.” She dropped her hand back down and rubbed her cream-slicked finger across her clit, circling the pink tip. Erotic fire spiraled and tightened in her belly. “And it feels delicious.” She sighed in luscious abandon.
Galen grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and yanked it over his head, tossing it to the floor. His nipples were hard. He slid his hand down his stomach and over the bulge straining the front of his jeans. Muscle tightened and flexed. “Come out of the sunlight, Sygni.” His voice was a hoarse rumbling whisper.
Sygni's breath caught in her throat. Mother Night, he's a handsome beast. She wondered how much more it would take before he would dare the sunlight and come get her? Anticipation tightened in her belly. Let's find out.
She delivered a playful pout. “Why should I?” She took a breath and tossed back her blond waves. Her robe slid at her shoulders and parted, opening to her waist and revealing the curves of her breasts just shy of her nipple. She let her head fall back and felt the sunlight caress and warm the curve of her throat. “It feels so good right here.” She wet her finger in her cream and rubbed her finger on her clit. Small bolts of fire spiraled and coiled through her. Her breath quickened. Her hips unconsciously gave tiny jumps in time to her rubbing finger. A small climax began to build, incited by her working finger and the heat of Galen's stare.
She wondered if she'd make it to climax before he jumped her. A smile bloomed on her lips. Let's see. She rocked her hips and her robe slithered completely from her shoulders, deliberately exposing her breasts to his hungry view. Sygni licked her lips.
A low, liquid growl rolled from the shadows.
A shimmer of instinctive feminine fear raced up her spine and a healthy dose of hot carnal lust boiled in her core. Oh, yeah, come and get it! Her breasts rocked as she fingered herself, making her nipples tingle and burn in time with her swoll
en clit. She was going to cum. She was almost there ... She released a soft panting cry.
A hiss was all the warning she got.
Between one breath and the next, she was grabbed by the ankles and pulled sharply to the side. Her ass slid across the leather, then up onto the curve of the divan's head. She blinked and found Galen standing just out of the beams of sunlight. Her legs were up over his shoulders and her butt was planted on the top of the rounded edge of the divan with her upper body arched, still bathed in sunlight.
Galen's hands tightened on her thighs. “You shouldn't tease the vampire, Sygni,” he said in a deep bass rumble and smiled. “It'll get you punished.” His head dipped between her splayed thighs. His tongue swept her moist, excited flesh in one long wet lick, then lapped at her cream with fiendish speed.
Sygni cried out, pressing her hands against the leather in a maddened frenzy to get closer to his mouth. This is punishment? Bring it on! She writhed against his mouth, dancing to his tongue's tempo. Her excited cries echoed in the room.
He pulled his tongue from her core and focused on her excited clit.
Lighting struck from his tongue. Her breath stopped. Climax howled up in a burning wave and exploded, ripping a scream from her lips.
He sucked on her tender folds with devoted attention, stabbing his tongue into her depths and slurping noisily, drinking her cream with greedy haste. The wet sounds of his tongue on her flesh were loud in her ears.
Soft cries of delight and distress fell from her lips. Fire scorched her with every lap of his tongue. A second wave of rapture roared up and erupted, dragging another scream from her throat.
"Yes...” He pulled her further over the edge of the divan and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her out of the sunlight and into his arms.
Reeling and breathless, Sygni felt the carpet against her belly and blinked in the sudden shadow. She was pulled up and back onto her knees. Denim rubbed against the back of her thighs. He hadn't even taken his pants off.
Galen arched over her back and between her spread thighs. He shoved her robe up around her waist. His hands closed on her hips and his cock nudged her from beneath. “You've been a bad girl."
A loud crack echoed in her ears, startling her. Then a hot burn lashed the right cheek of her ass. She sucked in a sharp breath, shocked. He hit me? She reared up in indignant fury. “You hit me!"
Galen shoved her back down on her palms and held her there by a firm hand knotted into her hair. “No, I'm spanking you.” He chuckled. “You've been a bad girl."
"You're what?” Sygni tried to twist away, but he grabbed her hips and his thighs kept her legs wedged open. She glared over her shoulder. “Nobody spanks me!"
Galen's brows shot up and he grinned. “Well, they do now."
She saw his hand rise from the corner of her eye. “Wait!"
"No."
She heard the crack, then felt the burn on her other ass cheek. She hissed. “Damn you! That hurts!” It was also making her hotter than a furnace. She'd played at erotic spankings before, but in those games she normally ran the show. They stopped when she wanted them to. It was a whole new ballgame being on the bottom with someone else in control. Her cheeks heated and a spat of cream slid down her thighs.
Galen laughed out loud. “Oh, come on! A heap big sorceress like you can't handle a little spanking?"
"I'm gonna kick your ass for this!"
"Maybe.” He chuckled. “But you're still gonna get the spanking you deserve.” His hand landed on her right cheek with a resounding crack.
Sygni yelped under the burn of his palm, though it wasn't anywhere close to real pain. Another spat of cream slid down her thighs. “Deserve? For what?"
Galen's hand rose again. “For...” Crack! “Teasing...” Crack! “The vampire!” Crack!
Sygni groaned and twisted under the blows. Her butt was on fire, and incredibly, the vibrations from his hand striking her ass had jolted her really close to cumming, too. He was damned good at spanking, but she would see him in hell before she admitted it.
"There.” Galen sighed. “I feel better already."
"You?” Sygni choked on indignation. “You feel better?"
"Well, yeah, you were the tease.” His chuckle sounded decidedly smug. “While I was the poor suffering vampire."
Sygni ground her teeth and growled in frustration. I'll show you suffering! She tried to think if Morwyn had anything for cock and ball torture on the premises.
Galen moaned softly. “You should see your ass. It's all pink and...” He squeezed her ass cheek with his hand. “Warm.” He ducked down and stroked the marks on her ass with his tongue. “Mmm..."
A trail of shimmering tingles following the path of his determined tongue, drawing small helpless sounds from her lips. She couldn't believe how excited he'd gotten her with his spanking, but now he was driving her insane. She pressed back against his mouth, hoping he'd catch the hint and drive that tongue into her hungry and dripping core.
Galen released her butt from the decadent torture of his mouth and leaned over her back. “Damn, smacking your ass got me really fucking hard.” His cock shifted against her backside and centered on her wet opening. “I hope you're ready.” He leaned back and his palms closed on her hips. “'Cause I'm fresh out of patience.” He thrust.
Sygni groaned as her body stretched to receive him. She undulated her hips to encourage him deeper.
Galen hissed and forged deeper. “Fuck...” He dropped over her back and slid his arms around her to cup her breasts. “Damn, you feel good on my dick.” He rolled her firm nipples in his fingers.
Sygni writhed under him. His fingers on her nipples were making her clit burn with hunger while his cock pressed against her sweet spot within. If he kept that up, she was going to cum really fast.
Galen chuckled softly. “You ready to cum again, sweetheart?"
Sygni rolled her hips to feel him move within her. “Yes, damn you. Fuck me!"
"I have a better idea.” He curled an arm around her waist and abruptly pulled her upright with her thighs straddling his spread knees and her spine pressed against the wall of his chest. His cock slid hard up into her, sheathing him to the balls. He grunted with the impact. His hands closed on her breasts, squeezing them with controlled strength. “Why don't you fuck me?"
Sygni groaned and twisted her hips, grinding down on top of him. He was so deep in her it was nearly uncomfortable. She squeezed her thighs and rose on him, then fell to rise again. She threw back her head, looping her arms around his neck for pulling power. She arched, rising and falling on the cock that speared her. Hunger, heat and tension coiled into a tight knot.
"God, yes!” He groaned, catching her around the waist to help her lift, thrusting upward to match her demand. “Fuck me, Sygni. Ride that cock.” He hammered up into her, lifting her faster to match his strokes. The flesh against flesh sounds of his hips striking her ass became a frenzied tempo.
Sygni bucked and twisted on top of him, lost in the fire building with brutal and savage urgency in her belly. Soft sounds escaped her lips. Each hard stroke of his cock struck her sweet spot within, driving her ruthlessly closer to the threatening edge of delight.
His lips brushed the side of her neck. His mouth opened on her bared throat. He sucked gently, long teeth pressed against her delicate skin.
She shivered in a seditious combination of both excitement and panic. His panting breath was hot against her throat. She knew he was waiting. Waiting for her to climax, so that he could have his release, his pleasure. Anticipation made her pulse jump.
His tongue stroked the leaping vein and pressed against it. “You're right on top of it,” he whispered. “Right on the edge.” He cupped her breast and captured a nipple. He pinched.
Fire blazed from her nipple to her clit. She tensed and felt her breath catch. Ecstasy burst and crashed in a screaming tidal wave of release. She shouted as it took her, washing over her in glorious delight.
His teeth sank into
her throat.
A second climactic wave rose with perilous and savage power then crashed with pitiless devastation. She cried out, drowning under waves of brutal rapture.
He caught her tight against him and froze buried to the hilt, holding her firmly seated on his cock. He groaned and pulsed within her as he swallowed her blood.
Galen sighed from where he lay collapsed on the rug. “I hope you're naughty again, sometime soon."
Sygni panted for breath in his arms. “I'll see what I can come up with."
Galen brushed his lips across her brow. “Good. You do that."
Sygni looked up at Galen. “Carry me up to the room?"
Galen raised a brow. “What? You want more?"
Sygni rolled her eyes and struggled to sit up. “I want a shower, and to get dressed."
Galen smiled and rolled to his knees. “Aw ... Did I tire out the big bad sorceress?” He fastened his pants.
"Hey!” Sygni tugged at her robes, trying to bring them back into some semblance of order. “I took a bullet for you, and you're dropping my blood pressure pretty regularly, Fang-boy. So yeah, you tired me out."
"A guilt-trip?” Galen rolled his eyes. “That's playing dirty, witch."
Sygni smiled and held up her arms. “Did it work?"
"Maybe a little.” Galen scooped her up in his arms. “Shower and a change, huh? Are you sure you don't want more?” He raised a brow and gave her his blinding smile.
Sygni looped her arms around his neck and lifted her chin. “Master has spoken,” she said in her loftiest voice.
Galen choked on a laugh and headed for the stairs. “Does master want another spanking?"
Sygni grinned. “Maybe, but not until the burning on my butt goes away. Mother Night, Galen, you swat hard!"
"Wouldn't want you to think I was a wimp.” Galen dropped a small kiss on her brow. “You might dump me."
Sygni rolled her eyes. “I can't dump you, you have what I need."
Galen nodded. “Oh, I see how it is. You love me for my cock."
"Sure.” Sygni set her head on his shoulder. “Among other pertinent parts."
