Wanton With a Vampire

by Cassandra Lawson

  “See anything you like?” he asked, drawing her attention to his crooked grin.

  “Yes,” she said. “I can’t believe I waited this long to see you naked.”

  Alek’s face sobered as he stared at her. “I feel the same about you.”

  Crawling up beside her on the bed, his mouth latched onto one of her nipples. Trish had expected a gentle assault on her breasts, but Alek was anything but gentle. He sucked hard and nipped. Most surprising of all was how much Trish loved it.

  “I want to tie you to this bed and suck on these beautiful tits until you beg me to fuck you,” he said as he cupped one breast in each hand. “Right now, I want you too much to wait, but we will do that soon.”

  Trish moaned. “Please, no more teasing, Alek. I’ve wanted you for too long.”

  Alek grabbed the condom she’d placed on the bedside table before her bath, and she watched with fascination as he slid it down his full length.

  Settling between her legs, Alek positioned himself at her entrance before leaning forward to kiss her with a tenderness that was at odds with the desperation on his face. When he pulled his mouth away, he slid into her slowly.

  “Christ,” he said. “You’re so tight. God, you feel fantastic.”

  Trish had no words for how she felt as Alek’s thick shaft stretched her in a pleasant way. Arching her hips up to meet Alek’s thrusts, she felt free in a way she never had. She pulsed around Alek in the faintest of orgasms that seemed to go on and on forever.

  She didn’t recognize the wanton woman who was moaning and begging for more. Soon, those mild spasms stopped as Alek’s thrusts increased. That’s when everything inside of her started getting tighter and tighter. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Alek slowed his pace and ground his pelvis against her, hitting just the right spot to send her spiraling over the edge. She hadn’t expected this orgasm to be more intense than the first, but it was. Screaming and thrashing, she barely heard Alek shout her name as he found his own release.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  They lay side by side for a long time before Alek reached forward to stroke her cheek. “I don’t want to hurt you,” he said, his voice scarcely more than a whisper.

  “You won’t,” she said. “I know you aren’t going to fall in love with me. I know this is just a fling, and I’m fine with that.”

  Alek looked away and spoke so softly she barely heard him. “I can’t be the man you deserve, no matter how strong my feelings for you get.”

  Trish had no idea how to respond to what Alek had just said. She hadn’t expected this to end with them talking about feelings, except maybe him warning her about getting too attached. She liked Alek, and she was pretty sure she could fall in love with a man like him. She really should try her best to avoid Alek, but she wanted him too much to deny herself the pleasure he could give her. For that reason, she planned to make the most of the time they had together.

  Pulling her into his arms, Alek settled her head on his chest. “I’m sorry,” he insisted. “I’m not sure why I said that. You have a way of making me act like a different man.”

  “Don’t apologize,” she said. “We’ve both had a rough day.”

  “Hearing you’d been with Phoebe probably took five-hundred years off my life.”

  Trish giggled. “You likely have five-hundred or so to spare. How long do you guys live anyway?”

  Alek thought for a moment. “We don’t age,” he said. “I suppose it’s possible for us to live forever. That is, if we weren’t so good at getting ourselves killed. Things are better now that we’re at peace with the hunters.”

  “I’m a little disappointed that I didn’t get to meet the hunters that night at the club,” she said.

  They’d run into two hunters at a club, a man and a woman. The woman had been intoxicated, and the man had been taking her home. Trish had been fascinated with the hunters since she’d read about them in Drew’s book, but she hadn’t been in the group that had gotten to talk to the hunters that night.

  “You should avoid the hunters, especially now,” Alek said.

  “Why especially now?” she asked.

  “They can also mate with psychic humans,” Alek said by way of explanation.

  “So, I should avoid them because they’ll try to get me pregnant if they see me?” she asked, trying hard to hide her laughter. “Come on, Alek. You guys are more desperate than they are. Don’t they have female children? That means their men can find wives from the other families.”

  “You’d be a big temptation,” he said.

  “Are you worried I’ll fall for a sexy hunter?” she teased.

  “Yes,” he admitted quietly. “I know that makes me an asshole, since I said I can’t give you a relationship, but I don’t want you with another man, especially a hunter.”

  Trish yawned. “Then I guess you’re lucky I’m not looking for a man right now. Hope you don’t mind me taking a little nap.”

  “Sweet dreams, honey,” he said as she drifted off to sleep.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Phoebe walked into the rundown warehouse with Linc at her side. While some warehouses in this area were close together, others were surrounded by large parking lots, like the one they were entering. Trucks were parked around the outside, and there was nothing that would lead anyone to believe a large crime ring was run out of this unremarkable building. Then again, it was possible the man beside her was lying. She wasn’t sure if he was stupid enough to try to escape. Not that it mattered. She’d either meet the man she wanted to tonight or she’d enjoy killing the man who’d lied to her.

  Inside the warehouse, stacks of boxes lined the walls, and workers were moving more boxes around.

  “You brought a date, Linc?” called out a man with a clipboard.

  “Where’s he at?” Linc asked without looking at the man who’d spoken.

  “Upstairs,” another man called out. “He’s gonna want you to share that piece of ass. You need any help with her?”

  “Nah,” Linc answered, trying to sound less afraid than he was.

  Ignoring the crude hoots from the idiots, they walked upstairs to a large, sparsely furnished office that smelled strongly of cigarette smoke and sweat. A woman sat on the edge of the desk wearing nothing but a lacy pair of panties. When she smiled at Phoebe and licked her full lips, Phoebe had to admit that the human bitch was attractive, but if the track marks were any indication, that wouldn’t last long.

  Ray Patella looked nothing like she’d expected, probably because she’d made assumptions based on his name. This man’s blonde hair was nearly white and his eyes a strange shade of grey. Based on the overpowering stench, she’d guess he was a chain smoker. He looked to be in his mid-fifties, but it was hard to tell since heavy smokers seemed to age faster. The man was not attractive by any stretch of the imagination, but she could tell he thought himself desirable. Males of all species were foolish, in her opinion.

  “What you got for me, Linc?” Ray Patella asked with only mild curiosity.

  “I need your help in a small matter,” Phoebe said with a pleasant smile.

  His cold eyes fixed on Phoebe as he let out a humorless laugh. With a wave of his hand, he gestured to the woman on his desk. “This is the only help I give bitches.”

  Phoebe smiled and turned to Linc. “Shoot yourself in the head,” she said, gesturing to the far end of the room. “Do it over there so you don’t get blood all over me.”

  Linc blinked twice before nodding. Since she didn’t use compulsion often, she wasn’t as skilled as some, but his mind was weak, like most men, so she knew he’d do what she ordered. After walking across the room, Linc pulled the gun from his shoulder holster, put it to his temple, and pulled the trigger.

  Phoebe let out a regretful sigh before returning her attention to Ray Patella. “Such a pity. I’d hoped to toy with him more before he died.”

  Ray Patella rose to his feet, pointing a gun at her. “What the fuck is this about?�
�� The man was still trying to sound unaffected, but the sweat on his brow gave away his fear.

  Phoebe liked that he didn’t sound even a little afraid. He’d be a good ally, and sadly, she needed one at the moment. It was sad because he’d also be a good plaything, even if he wasn’t her usual type. “I can control the minds of most and take away free will. Put the gun in your mouth,” she ordered, enjoying the fear in his eyes as he put the barrel of the gun in his own mouth. “Take the gun out of your mouth, unload it, and sit down,” she said, hoping she wouldn’t need to expend any more of her waning energy on mind control.

  He did as she said, staring at her with both fear and respect. “What can I do for you Miss…” He waited for her name.

  “Just call me Phoebe,” she said, looking around the room. “What are you really moving through this warehouse?”

  “You a cop?” he asked suspiciously.

  She laughed. “Do I look like a police officer?”

  He relaxed and shook his head. “No. At the moment, I’m transporting drugs, but I like to dabble in weapons and even people. We have access to a new drug that steals people’s inhibitions, but it’s nothing compared to what you do. That was amazing.”

  Phoebe still had trouble believing this was the scary crime boss she’d heard about. His rough voice and rigid posture reminded her more of a police officer. “As I said before, I need your help. Naturally, I’ll be willing to repay the favor.”

  “What can I do for you?”

  “I need a place to store a couple of people for a short time. I also need to get my hands on a woman.” She turned her cell phone toward him so he could see the picture she’d taken of Drew’s girlfriend’s driver’s license. “I checked the address on her driver’s license, but she’s no longer living there.”

  His eyes flashed with what she suspected might be recognition, but he quickly masked it. “Not bad,” he said as he examined the photo. “Why do you need her?”

  She shrugged. “I might not need her at all. This is a precaution in case my son remains stubborn. My recent encounter with him leads me to believe he’ll be a problem.”

  “What are your plans for the woman?” he asked.

  The man seemed far too interested in Drew’s girlfriend. “Are you hiding something from me?” she asked, ready to kill him and find someone else to help her if she had to.

  Ray Patella opened his mouth, with an obvious denial on his lips, but then he closed it and considered his words before speaking. “She looks familiar. Can I keep her?”

  “Of course,” Phoebe said. “The woman is yours after I’m done with her.”

  He nodded. “I’ve got another warehouse about three blocks from here with living quarters upstairs. It’s not in use at the moment, but we’ll need it again in about a month.”

  “That’s more than enough time,” she said. “I’ll need a soundproof room for my hobbies.”

  “I don’t want details. Just clean up your own mess. Do you have a number I can reach you at once I have the woman?”

  Phoebe smiled and gave him her number. “I’ll go collect my things and head over to this warehouse. Just message me the address.”

  “No problem,” Ray Patella said in a distracted voice. “Anything else I need to know before I work on acquiring the woman for you?”

  “Don’t approach her if she’s with a man,” she warned. “Before you waste your time with needless posturing, I should warn you that any man she’s with will be almost as dangerous as I am.”

  The man looked concerned. “What if we can’t find her alone?”

  “I’m sure you’ll figure something out,” Phoebe said. He’d better figure something out, or she’d be forced to take her frustrations out on him.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Alek awoke to the sound of Trish whimpering in her sleep. Cradling her close, he whispered nonsense words until she finally let out a sigh, and the tension eased from her body.

  He’d never acted this way with any woman, even Helena. It’s not like he was one of those bastards who had sex with a woman and just took off. Okay, so he did that if they wanted things that way. Otherwise, he stuck around for the night, bought them breakfast or something like that. They all went in knowing he wasn’t looking for a relationship, but he still didn’t treat women like whores.

  This thing with Trish was different. Now that he’d had her, he should be thinking of ways to put distance between them. Instead, he was thinking about all the reasons to keep her close. He was falling for her and had been since the day they’d met. She was this crazy mix of sweet and saucy that made his blood heat. Her incredible body had something to do with his near constant state of arousal, but it was more than that. With Trish, it had always been more than that.

  He smiled when she let out a soft moan, much like the ones she made during sex. Carefully settling her onto her back, Alek slid down Trish’s body and spread her legs so he could lick her moist folds. Another moan indicated she was enjoying what he was doing.

  His tongue moved in gentle circles around her clit as her hips undulated against his mouth. Delicate hands reached down and gripped his hair, pulling him closer to her heat. The way Trish embraced her sensual nature in bed drove him crazy. His movements became more frenzied as he drank her in.

  Trish’s mewling sounds grew more desperate, and he knew she was about to come. Desperate to be wrapped in her heat when she climaxed, Alek moved up her body, positioning himself at her entrance. When she wrapped her legs around his hips to bring him closer, he knew she felt the same need.

  He slid all the way into her body, groaning when she gripped him with her inner muscles. “Your pussy feels incredible,” he murmured.

  Alek was shocked when Trish admitted in a sexy voice. “I like it when you talk that way during sex.”

  “You like it when I talk dirty while I fuck you?” he asked and started to roll his hips, grinding against her clit in a way he knew would bring her the most pleasure.

  “Yes,” she moaned.

  “Good,” he said, struggling to maintain his self-control. “I want to make you come harder than you ever have. I want to feel you tighten around my dick like a fucking vise grip. Are you going to do that for me, honey?”

  “Yes,” she practically screamed.

  Her voice had taken on the raw husky quality it got when she was aroused- the one he never wanted another man to hear. This possessive streak was new territory for him, but he wasn’t afraid of it. No, he embraced it and gave in to his own desire to slam into Trish’s body harder. The sudden realization that he wasn’t wearing a condom should have put the brakes on what was happening, but instead, it increased his arousal. “You’re going to feel the aftereffects of this for days,” he growled.

  Her sexy little whimpers got even louder as she tightened around him, gripping his dick and putting him on sensation overload. Then her orgasm hit, and the spasms were so strong they made him freeze, throw back his head, and groan as he came.

  It took him quite some time to recover. Trish was stroking his hair as he lay on top of her. Luckily, he’d had sense enough to hold his weight off of her or she’d be crushed. Rolling to his side, he stared at Trish with what he was sure was a goofy grin on his face.

  “You didn’t put on a condom,” Trish whispered, sounding dazed.

  “Yeah,” was all he said because what could he say at that moment? He should apologize for being a thoughtless asshole, but he wasn’t sure he was sorry. There was this crazy part of him that was excited about the idea of Trish pregnant with his child.

  Trish wasn’t exactly in a panic, but she was obviously trying to work something out in her mind. “Now that I have some psychic ability, does that mean you can get me pregnant?”

  “You’ve probably always had a psychic ability,” he said. “It was just repressed for some reason.”

  “You’re not answering my question,” she pushed.

  He let out a sigh, hoping her calm stayed in place. “I’m guessing I
could have gotten you pregnant before your accident, and I know I can get you pregnant now.”

  Trish said nothing, which made him nervous. “Are you mad at me?” he asked.

  Still looking calm, she shook her head. “I’m a grown woman, Alek. Birth control is as much my responsibility as yours. How can I be angry with you when I didn’t think about it either? Actually, you’ve got a better reason for not remembering. I’ll bet you’ve only been with humans you can’t get pregnant in the past. Lydia told me you don’t get STD’s, so I guess you don’t worry about condoms often.”

  She’d just given him an easy out. All he had to do was nod, but he hated lying to Trish. “I realized I wasn’t wearing a condom while I was inside of you, and the idea of getting you pregnant aroused me more.”

  There was a long silence while she processed what he’d said. “I don’t understand,” she murmured, her voice laced with hurt and confusion.

  “Neither do I,” he admitted. “Even knowing I’m an asshole, I’m fantasizing about you being pregnant with my child, and that has never happened before.”

  “I’m not sure what to think about what you said,” she admitted. “You tell me you don’t want a relationship, but you want to get me pregnant.”

  “I get it,” Alek said. “I’m a bastard, and I’m not being fair to you. You have every right to be pissed at me. I’m pissed at myself.”

  She gave him a tentative smile. “I’m really not mad at you, Alek. I think your kind behave this way due to some instinct. In many species, the impulse to procreate is very strong.”

  Alek cringed. “Are you saying I’m in heat?”

  Trish giggled. “I didn’t mean it that way. Listen, you need to wear a condom from now on. This was just one mistake.”

  “Maybe we should talk about what will happen if you are pregnant,” he said hesitantly. “I like you a lot, and you’re not in this alone.”