Lucky Between the Sheets: An Anthology of Stories that Get to the Point

by L. A. Boruff

  Before I could say goodbye, he had me naked and in the tub with him. He groaned as the warm water hit his cold skin. “What’s this?”

  “Hot water?” I refused to look down into the water. Refused to look him in the eyes. “It’s called indoor plumbing and a Water heater.”

  “Water heater,” he tested the words. “Show me.”

  I inched away from him and pointed to the tap with the red cap. “Hot water.” I then pointed to the blue cap. “Cold water.”

  “Do it.” Ronan lifted his chin toward the hot water knob.

  Who was I to say no? I did as he asked, allowing the warm water to fill the tub for a moment before turning it off. “Don’t want to overflow.”

  He groaned, pulling me into his arms. The hard length of his erection pressed into my lower back and I shivered. “Water heater. Excellent.”

  This was wrong on so many levels. He’d been asleep for more years than I wanted to contemplate. He needed a crash course in modern history and a bath. I shouldn’t be there. “Ronan, I shouldn’t.”

  3

  Nathan

  “Shh...” He grazed the side of my neck with his fang. Fire raced through my veins. My heart skipped a beat. “Feed me.”

  Feed him? I didn’t even think we had blood in the lab. “How?” I regretted the word as soon as it was out of my mouth.

  Ronan turned me so I faced him. His eyes took on that eerie quality again, drawing me toward him. “Sit on my lap, Nathan.”

  I did.

  I waited eagerly for his next instruction. He placed his finger under my chin then angled my face in a way that exposed my neck to him. My breath hitched. My dick throbbed with anticipation. Ronan grabbed my hip steadying me. I’d begun rocking over him and hadn’t realized it. The tension radiating between us ratcheted up a notch as he ran his tongue along my skin. I gripped the back of the tub to brace for what I was sure would hurt.

  A small whimper escaped me, and he calmed me. His gaze met mine once more. “Only l’ jouissance?”

  I awkwardly repeated the word. “L’jouissance?”

  He growled. “Oui.” He buried his face in my neck. “Pleasure.” The minute his fangs punctured my skin, he positioned his cock at my rear and filled me.

  I gasped, rocking against him. I moaned like a bitch in heat. I couldn’t help it. It felt too fucking good. With each swallow, he worked the thick length of his cock into me until I’d been flush against his lap. Dizzy and a bit lightheaded, I pressed my forehead against his shoulder. Having him deep inside me, not moving, was torture. I couldn’t take it. I gave a tentative roll of my hips and his tip grazed my prostate. I writhed. His name sat on the tip of my tongue.

  “Ajusté,” he muttered. “Merde.”

  “Too big,” I grunted.

  Ronan chuckled. “You like.”

  I did. I couldn’t deny it. “Yes.”

  “Tres magnifique.” Ronan groaned, nuzzling my neck. “D’autre.” He struck again.

  All I felt was pleasure. My fingers dug into the edge of the tub as I rode him hard. He pressed his hand to my lower back, shortening my strokes. The delicious drag of his cock in my rear left me breathless. Or maybe I was dying? Either way, what a way to go. I banished the thought and concentrated on the way he lifted his hips to meet my thrusts.

  My cock throbbed. My balls ached. I lowered one hand between us and grabbed my length. I let out a strangled cry. I’d been so close to climaxing I hadn’t realized it. Every inch of my body was sensitized. I ran my thumb through my slit and gathered up the precum pooling there, surprised by the copious amount. None of this made an ounce of sense to me, I shouldn’t want this. I shouldn’t be enjoying the fact Ronan drank my blood while fucking me, but here I was, and I wanted more.

  He lifted his face from my throat, my blood coating his lips. His skin had darkened from an undead milky whiteness to a beautiful tan shade. His grey eyes darkened, his pupils were almost completely blown. It was unnatural. Scary. Arousing. Ronan pressed his lips to mine, and I could taste the coppery tinge of my blood on his tongue when he forced it into my mouth. He commanded me. Directed and took what he wanted.

  Our pace increased.

  He palmed my hips guiding me over him. Our breath mingled. Our eyes were locked. This powerful exchange caused something inside of me to shift. I couldn’t put my finger on what it was, but I liked it. I let go of my worries and allowed Ronan to give both of us what we needed.

  “Merde,” he grunted. “Come, mon coeur.”

  I made a strangled noise I couldn’t even describe other than it was a cross between pain and pleasure and then I was coming. I didn’t even have to stroke my dick to get off. Ronan ground my ass against his groin and then I felt it, the wet heat of his release filled me. He didn’t make a sound. A lazy smile filled his now healthier features. The man I currently sat atop wasn’t the same man who walked into this room with me. This man... He was sex-on-a-stick and dangerous. He knew it too.

  His gaze sparkled with renewed life. “C’est bon.”

  “Uh...” I didn’t know what to say.

  “Thank you, Nathan,” he said.

  “For?” I cocked my head to the side.

  “The hot water.” He chuckled. “And for feeding me.”

  Heat filled my cheeks. “Right. You’re welcome.”

  “Tell me,” he said, pulling from me. “What is the year?”

  I eased away from him, giving him space to wash and me a chance to gather my wits. “Twenty-twelve. We have a lot of catching up to do.”

  When I returned to the main area of the warehouse, Jack and Anne were standing over the third box. The lid was off. Cekar stood to the side. I approached them. Heat filled my cheeks, they’d know what Ronan and I did. They’d see the marks. Jack would... Stop it, I admonished myself. I’d done nothing wrong. Jack and I weren’t committed. I didn’t even know if I wanted that type of relationship again.

  "Ronan will be joining us shortly," I said as a way of announcing my arrival.

  “I assume all is well?” The way Jack stared at me, his brown eyes swirling with jealousy and lust, knotted my insides.

  “It is,” I replied.

  “Good.” He pointed to the coffin-like box. “This is Lucian. We’re trying to figure out how best to bring him around.”

  It was then I noticed one of the crates was missing. “Where did the other go?”

  “I thought it best to wait for the fifth. The four will do for now,” Cekar said. “When I introduce you to the fifth, you will understand. Time is, of course, of the essence and the fifth would slow you down more so than you already are.”

  “Fine,” I answered, stepping closer to everyone. “Why is he wrapped in silver?”

  “You are looking at one of the last known werewolves,” Cekar stated. “His kind are few and far between. When humans found out about them, they hunted the werewolves only during the full moon, wiping them out.”

  “It’s as though we’re doomed to always make the same mistakes,” I muttered.

  “Oui,” Ronan agreed. “Ah, Lucian.”

  “Do you know him?” I glanced up at the imposing man. Ronan had cut his hair and trimmed his nails. His face was also freshly shaven, and he looked nothing like the man who climbed out of the dirt almost an hour ago.

  “I do.” He stared down at the man and frowned. “He was captured by hunters who knew what he was. A witch bound him with the same type of spell used on me. The silver is to keep him secure.”

  “Then we need to remove the silver and wake him up.” I looked at Miss Reeve. “Can you figure out what spell to use on him?”

  She nodded. “Won’t be as exciting as Ronan’s rebirth, but it’ll do.”

  “Great. I will find us some bolt cutters.” I turned to leave.”

  “Wait,” Jack said. “I’ll come with you.”

  I hated the idea of traipsing through London trying to find a pair of lock cutters at this time of night, but if we were forced to go out, we would. I rea
lized in those seconds, walking toward our small supply closet, things needed to change for this agency to function properly. We couldn’t go running off at nine at night to find supplies. We weren’t some hick towing company, or whatever. We were supposed to be saving the world.

  Jack pushed me into a small alcove. His impressive frame blocked me in. “Did you have fun with Ronan?” The heat in his voice had nothing to do with anger and all to do with lust. He pressed his body to mine and I felt the outline of his erection against my hip.

  “It was... Different,” I answered.

  Jack ran his finger down my neck and over the sensitive area where Ronan bit me. "He fed on you."

  “Yes.” I trembled, scrambling for some sort of apology I could give. My mind went blank and instead of saying anything I stood there.

  “Did you get off?” Jack leaned forward and inhaled.

  “Y-yes.” My heart raced. Perspiration dotted my temple as fear knotted my gut. I was unsure what Jack was getting at and worried I’d fucked up whatever this was. “Jack, I—”

  "Shh..." Jack brushed his lips over mine before settling in. His tongue lashed mine as he took what he wanted. The kiss left me breathless. My mind spun. My body responded to Jack's immediately. He rubbed against me, groaning into my mouth. I couldn't catch my bearings around him, let alone after Ronan ensnared me. "I should be pissed off. Giving your ass to someone else. However, the idea of you getting fucked by Ronan turns me on."

  I swallowed hard and opened my mouth to apologize once again, but nothing came out. I tried again. Instead, Jack covered my mouth with his. He lowered our zippers and fished out our cocks. He jerked us together, rubbing his hard length over mine. “Jack.” We could get caught any minute.

  “Shh, don’t want anyone hearing us.”

  Right. I shuddered. Jack had never been like this. So in control. So dominant. It surprised me. A switch inside me flipped and excitement pooled low. His breath came in harsh pants as he continued to stroke us.

  His lips brushed over my ear. “I should fuck you here. Leave my cum in your ass.”

  I whimpered his name, shoving my dick into his grip.

  He groaned, squeezing us to the point of pain. My sac throbbed. My stomach coiled with pleasure. Jack spun us. He fumbled with the enclosure on my pants, before unhooking them and allowing them to fall to the floor along with my boxers. The pad of his index finger brushed across my hole.

  I tensed.

  “Easy, Nathan.”

  The wetness of his spit hit my heated skin and I gasped. Jack spit again. I glanced over my shoulder as I watched him rub it along his dick. He spit once more then pushed at my rear. He gripped the neck of my shirt and grunted. I bit my bottom lip, trying not to cry out from him filling me.

  It burned at first, but the pinch of pain lasted only for a second, then he was moving within me. Ecstasy replaced the over-full, stretch of my hole. I gripped my dick, surprised by how hard I’d been. After being with Ronan, something I hadn’t believed would happen in a million years, this... Fuck, I couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

  “So fucking tight." Jack groaned against my ear. His warm breath caused gooseflesh to rise along my neck. "It drove me crazy watching you follow after Ronan, knowing full well what could happen. Anne will receive her punishment later from both of us. She should have realized raising a vampire would require blood.”

  My hand stuttered. “You knew?”

  “Of course,” he answered, pressing a kiss to my nape. “You need to drop your notions about me. I get off on the thought of you finding pleasure.”

  “But...it’s cheating?”

  “Ah...” He groaned again, shortening his strokes, maximizing the pleasure for both of us. “It’s not cheating if we’re both in agreement.”

  "But I thought we were..." I shuddered, pinching the base of my cock so I didn't spend myself so quickly. "In a relationship."

  “Is that what you want, Nathan? Do you want me? Do you want Anne?” He gripped my hips and increased his pace. “Tell me, Nathan. Tell me what you want.”

  "Yes," I grunted.

  “Yes, what?”

  “I want both of you,” I answered on a soft sob.

  “Come,” Jack said.

  And, like with Ronan, I did. Hard. My cock jerked in my hand as spurt after spurt of my release shot from my tip. I squeezed my eyes closed, overwhelmed by the pleasure. Behind me, Jack thrust twice more then stilled. He muttered my name as the wet heat of his cum filled me. I pressed my forehead to the cool stone of the wall and tried to catch my breath.

  “Take your time,” Jack whispered pulling out of me. “Join me at the supply closet when you’re ready.”

  I nodded. I couldn’t speak and, even if I could, I didn’t know what to say to him. I shivered at the loss of his body heat as he took a step back. When he left, I redressed then took a deep breath. Today hadn't gone as I thought it would. Hell, the last year hadn't, why would today be any different? I stepped out into the light and found Jack by the supply closet as he said. He stared at the contents as I crossed the room.

  “They’re probably on the hook, nearest to the inside of the door,” I said, coming up behind him.

  “Thanks.”

  Heat filled my cheeks. The oddness of the situation settled over me. “No problem.” I cleared my throat.

  "Relax, Nathan." Jack cast his gaze toward me. "You don't need to be unsure."

  “Right.” I stepped forward and grabbed the bolt cutter. “Here.”

  “Ah, right.” Jack closed the door of the cabinet. “I guess we should get back.”

  “Yeah. Our little detour cost us some time.” I laughed.

  “What in blazes is taking so long,” Anne said, joining us.

  “Sorry,” I replied. “The cutters were hidden in the stuff.”

  “Good thing we found it too,” Jack added. “Might have had to find an all-night hardware store.”

  “Places close here at five, mate,” Anne snarked.

  Jack smirked, humor twinkled in his eyes. “So they do, luv.” He strode past us, heading for the main room of the warehouse. “Are you coming or what?”

  “What’s gotten into him?” Anne linked her arm with mine, startling me.

  “He’s in a good mood.”

  “But why? He was irritated earlier,” she said.

  I shrugged. “Not sure.”

  “Hmm.” She eyed me. “Maybe he’s jealous.”

  I choked. “Of what?”

  Her blue eyes filled with merriment. “You know.”

  Anxious energy filled me. “Uh...”

  “Ah, there you are.” Ronan joined us. “Everything all right? Your heart is racing.”

  “Nothing to be jealous of, hmm?” she teased, kissing my cheek. “Sure, Nate.”

  “I’m fine,” I said then tried to change the subject. “Let’s get these chains of our werewolf.”

  “Waking a puppy, you say?” Azrael. I blinked. He wasn’t what I’d been expecting. Azrael was tall, had short black hair in a modern cut—shaved on the sides and slicked back. He also had hazel-blue eyes and a permanent smirk it appeared. The tailored suit he wore, fit his slim form perfectly and he had a cocky gait.

  Ronan frowned. “A reaper?”

  “Ah, yes. Vampire.” Azrael crossed to Ronan. “I’m surprised to see you here.”

  “As am I.” Ronan leaned in. “Have you tried the substance called hot water?”

  “I have.” Azrael looked at me. “Who is the puppy?”

  "Lucian Beckham," Jack replied. "Born in 1836 in Kentucky. He is a moonshine bootlegger and Confederate soldier who happened to get bit."

  Surprised, I tilted my head. “How did he get here?”

  “That, we’re not sure of,” Anne said. “Cekar, join me, so we can wake the sleeping beast.”

  The necromancer nodded. “As you wish.”

  Azrael frowned. “Necromancer. He wasn’t here when I rose.”

  “No, I wasn’t.” Cekar cut his gaze t
oward the reaper. “But, then again, you can’t see me unless I want you to.”

  I didn’t understand the pissing contest happening in front of me. I took a step back, not sure standing between a necromancer, reaper, and vampire was the best idea. Jack joined me once he finished removing the chain from Lucian’s body. He didn’t appear happy. The muscle in his jaw ticked. His eyes were narrowed and there’d been an anxious tightness to his body.

  “Gentlemen, if you don’t mind?” The irritation in Anne’s voice drew my attention. “We have a killer on the loose and if we don’t stop him or her, we’re all going to wind in trouble. Put your dicks away and measure them another time—preferably after we catch the killer.”

  4

  Anne

  Men.

  I glanced over at Cekar who stood near the head of the coffin staring down at Lucian. I didn’t like the color of Lucian’s skin, the way the black lines crisscrossed through his veins. He’d been covered in silver for too long and I feared perhaps this wouldn’t work. Werewolves, unlike vampires who burned when their skin came in contact with silver, absorbed it. It poisoned their blood, killing them almost instantly.

  For all intents and purposes, Lucian should have died. The only thing I could think of that saved his life was the binding spell holding him in a death-like state. Mind you, it's not the same one that held Ronan.

  Each species of paranormal, have different spells to bind them. In essence, it uses their physiological chemistry against them. For vampires, it attaches to the bloodstream, particularly the nanites—we'll call them for now—in their red blood cells and shuts them down, putting them into a coma-like stasis. Werewolves, witches use the silver, combined with a regular binding spell, to put them into a stasis of sorts. It hurt more and, if the witch or spellcaster didn't know what they were doing, they could kill the beast.

  I, unlike most who dabble in the occult or witchcraft, am also a biologist—of sorts. I like mixing the two. I guess you could call me a mixologist. By harnessing the natural magical properties surrounding us and combining it with the chemical properties of the human body, I can, if I choose, bend people to my will.