by Randi Darren
“No,” Sam said, still annoyed. He didn’t have time to punish the two idiots in the back frequently. He hoped this would help curb their willingness to bicker.
“We’re here,” Hillary said, pulling quickly into the driveway.
Everyone tensed up as the big SUV came to a stop.
Then everyone got out in a flash after Hillary got it into park.
No interior lights turned on in the car, the headlights were off, and everything was dark.
Jes slid over into the driver’s seat, and Sam moved over to the window.
Wren stormed up to the front door and booted it right next to the doorknob.
With a splintering crash, the door smashed inward and Tiffany rushed in, already back in her hybrid form.
“Good thing I kept those guns,” Jes said.
“Indeed,” Sam agreed. The interior of the house flashed, and Sam heard the boom of a shotgun. “There’s the timer. Wren said the response time out here is about five minutes.”
“Got it,” Jes said, looking at a watch on her wrist. “Kinda sexy that you’re going to make them eat each other.”
Sam watched as the rest of the mercenary squad moved into the home. The only person left was Stacia, who stood out near the grass, watching the windows above.
“They need to learn that they’re stuck with one another,” Sam said. “I could have killed both, and I chose not to. So now they’re yours, which makes them mine. Stacia just thinks she has a bit more power than Tiffany, but she doesn’t.
“What she did was smart, but it wouldn’t have stopped me. Just slowed me down.”
“I like it. I think it’s going to be a truly delicious orgasm you’ll give me,” Jes said.
There were several more booms of the shotgun, followed by what sounded like a rifle. Then an SMG.
“Those rounds are terrifying,” Sam said, shaking his head. Admittedly, he’d been gone a while, but he hadn’t expected weapons technology to come so far as to make a round capable of destroying a Vampire so quickly.
Stacia rushed into the house at some signal Sam and Jes couldn’t hear or see.
“That’s us,” Sam said.
Getting out of the car, Sam walked over to the front of the house and stood on the porch. Jes joined him quickly.
“I get it. What you’re doing with them,” Jes said. “It’s still sexy, though. Were and a Vampire going—”
A burst of rifle fire blew over them, followed by a soft whump.
That felt more like magic than anything else.
Sam frowned, scratching at his head. The fact that Stacia was using blood magic probably meant they’d run into Marin.
“About a minute left,” Jes said.
“Right,” Sam said, and turned to look into the doorway.
“One minute!” Sam called out into the house.
“One minute,” came back a voice. He couldn’t tell whose it was.
“Need to buy microphones and headsets,” Jes said. “But this is a great trial for my mercenaries. It’s perfect, actually.”
Sam didn’t respond to that. He still wasn’t sold on the whole robbing-the-bad-guys thing, but he wasn’t going to shoot her idea down either.
It had great potential.
Jes could just buy women to share with Sam rather than get them into contracts.
Money was and always would be king.
Stacia and Tiffany came storming out of the darkness of the hallway. Between them was someone with a bag over their head and hands zip-tied in front of them.
Sam and Jes immediately went for the SUV, Jes getting behind the wheel.
Hopping into the middle row, Sam turned around and watched as Tiffany and Stacia shoved the hooded figure into the rear and got in on either side of her.
The big back trunk opened for a second, then something was tossed in and it was shut.
Wren and Hillary got in almost at the same time, Wren sitting next to Sam and Hillary getting up front with Jes.
Jes pulled the big vehicle out of the driveway as the doors closed and got them rolling down the street in the opposite direction they’d come from.
In seconds, she was driving them through the winding, twisting suburban streets of a neighborhood, putting distance and tens of turns between them and the house.
“Got her,” Stacia said. “Was pretty much exactly what I said would happen. We—”
“Stacia, I swear, you won’t—”
Tiffany leaned over and punched the hooded Vampire in the stomach, knocking the wind out of her.
Then, without waiting, Tiffany punched her thrice more.
“Be silent,” Tiffany hissed, punching the Vampire twice again in the guts. “I’m in a bad mood right now, and I’m looking for any excuse to unleash on you. I don’t care if you were the one to hire me for the pack gig or not. Bitch.”
Growling, Tiffany sat back in her seat.
“Ahem. We even managed to raid their safe, finances, and their wallets and purses. Walked out with almost everything of value. Not a penny left in there that couldn’t walk,” Stacia said.
“Oh? Good work. Good work indeed. Your plan was flawless,” Sam said. “I’m still punishing you for betraying your bond-mate, but that was very impressively done.”
Stacia lifted her mask up off her face and smiled at Sam, her fangs becoming visible. “Thanks. It was… fun to plan.”
Next to her, Tiffany shook her head and then sighed.
“Was a good plan, Stacia,” she grumbled. “Good work.”
“Thanks. You did really well yourself,” Stacia said, turning to smile at the Were.
Hm. Hope for those two yet.
“Where to?” Jes asked.
“My place,” Stacia said quickly. “I have all the necessary requirements to house a Vampire.
“I also have two guest bedrooms.”
“Great. There we go then,” Sam said. “We’ll dump Marin into a closet, quick Vampire-Were three way, have breakfast, and then figure out next steps.”
Marin started laughing.
“You’re going to—”
Before she could keep talking, Tiffany began wailing on her. Punching her over and over and over.
Sam just watched as Tiffany continuously beat Marin.
“Vampires are hardy creatures. She probably only barely feels it,” Sam said when Tiffany stopped to look at him, apparently for permission. “Just keep going.”
He didn’t want to hear Marin talk anyways.
Tiffany grinned at that, then looked at Stacia. “Want a turn?”
Stacia looked mortified for a second, then shrugged her shoulders and slammed a punch home into Marin’s stomach.
Followed by two more.
Marin was not well liked.
***
Sighing, Sam dropped his clothes to one side of the bed.
Tiffany and Stacia had literally beat on Marin the entire way to Stacia’s apartment.
By the time they got there, Marin was a wheezing wreck with more than a few cracked ribs.
She’d be fine in a few hours, though. Vampires were like that.
“Strip, both of you,” Jes said as Sam moved onto the guest bed.
Tiffany and Stacia looked anywhere but at each other or Sam as they began pulling off their clothes.
Jes was leaning up against the door with her arms folded and a smile on her face.
“This is going to be so sexy,” she said. “You two are so pretty, I bet you look amazing together.”
Tiffany clicked her tongue as she pushed down her panties, but said nothing.
“Alright, since you two were so nice to each other earlier, I’ll let you decide if Stacia deserves her full punishment,” Sam said, getting comfortable.
“So, you need to decide if I’m going to be filling Tiffany’s womb up like an empty jug, or if she’s going to use her mouth on me,” Sam said. “If she’s using her mouth, Stacia doesn’t have to eat it out of her, obviously.
“Your choice. You’re bond-mate
s; you figure it out.”
Sam sat there, enjoying the view of the Vampire and Were standing side by side. They were both lovely in equal and different ways.
“Uh… I mean… I’m not really good at giving head,” Tiffany said, looking at Stacia. “I can do it if you don’t wanna end up getting a mouthful at the same time as eating me out.”
Stacia sighed, pressing a hand to her brow.
“I mean… I’d rather not, but… up to you. You’d have to use your mouth twice at that point,” Stacia offered.
“Ugh… I’m awful at this. I just… have sex and then leave,” Tiffany growled. “Don’t do oral.”
“Well, you’re going to have to learn, I think.
“Alright then… you take it from Sam, and I’ll deal with going down on you,” Stacia said. “Next time, if we end up both punished, you deal with the load. Deal?”
“Yeah… deal,” Tiffany grumbled, looking at Stacia with a smirk. “And I’m sorry. You’re pretty smart for a fanger.”
“Accepted. You’re rather well-mannered for a mutt,” Stacia said, smiling back at the Were. “You need to learn to give head, though.”
“Yeah, got it,” Tiffany muttered. “I will.”
“Lovely,” Sam said, giving the bed a pat and getting out of it. He’d had a change in heart and wanted to stand just at the edge of the bed. “Alright. Come lie down, Tiffany.”
Climbing into the bed, Tiffany got down on her hands and knees in front of Sam, aiming her rear end at him.
“Oh, no no, you’re getting on your back. I want to see Stacia ride your face and grind one out on your mouth,” Sam said. He smacked Tiffany gently on her ass. “Roll over.”
Tiffany muttered under her breath but got on her back. “Better?”
“Infinitely. Now… let’s just get this started,” Sam said. Moving in close, he positioned himself between Tiffany’s legs. Reaching down, he grabbed his tip and pushed it up into the Were.
Grabbing hold of her thighs, he moved forward into her, not stopping until he reached the hilt. Coming to rest there, he gave Tiffany’s thighs a squeeze.
The Were was staring up at him with wide eyes, her body slowly turning a deep red color. She let out a slow breath, her fingers clenched into her palms.
“You’re a bit big,” she said after a second.
“He really is, isn’t he? You get used to it quickly,” Jes said with a chuckle.
“Alright, hop on her face, Stacia. Make sure you face me. I wanna watch a Vampire ride a Were,” Sam said with a grin.
Sighing, Stacia came over onto the bed and then positioned herself atop Tiffany’s face.
“You okay?” the Vamp asked, peering down at Tiffany between her thighs.
“Yeah. Shift forward just a bit though? Can’t reach it,” Tiffany said, her voice muffled. “There, perfect. Okay, you can… uh… sit… I guess.”
Stacia looked at Sam and then sat down on Tiffany’s mouth. Her pussy covering Tiffany’s mouth entirely.
“Great,” Sam said, smiling at the Vampire. “Now… you get to work, Tiffany. And if I find out you’re not doing your best to make her have an orgasm, we’ll do this all again tomorrow till you get it right. And every day after that.”
Tiffany grunted at that, unable to respond.
“She’s… she’s doing it,” Stacia said, looking down and to one side, her face starting to blush.
“Good. Now, come here,” Sam said, and he leaned forward, kissing Stacia heavily as he began to thrust in and out of Tiffany.
The Vampire hesitated, then responded to the kiss, her mouth opening partially as Sam’s tongue pushed at her lips.
Quickly, Sam, started to run his tongue all around Stacia’s mouth, his hands letting go of Tiffany’s legs. The Were pulled her knees up a bit, keeping her legs in the air.
Reaching down with his hands, Sam started to fondle Tiffany’s breasts as he pumped in and out of her. His girth forcing her tight walls apart around him.
Tiffany moaned deeply into Stacia’s privates, causing the Vampire to moan in turn, her face pushing harder into Sam’s.
Kissing Stacia, Sam deliberately ran his tongue over the Vampire’s sharp fangs.
Taunting her directly. He knew it would make her vampiric instincts practically sing.
Slamming deep into Tiffany as he did, Sam slipped a tendril of power into her, then ripped the sensitivity of her body up to the maximum.
And then way beyond that.
To a point it was borderline pain.
Crying out with what sounded like almost a scream, Tiffany bucked against him, her voice lost in Stacia’s privates.
Responding to the change, the Vampire groaned, her hands coming up to rest on Sam’s shoulders as she broke the kiss.
“I’m so hungry, Sam,” Stacia said against his throat. Her lips touched his skin. “You can’t do that to me. I haven’t eaten since you took me away.”
He knew she wanted to drink from him. In the same way he’d done to Tiffany, Sam pushed into Stacia with his Essence and flicked her sensitivity to an insane, impossible level.
Convulsing, Stacia ground her hips down against Tiffany’s mouth as she moaned loud and hard.
“What the… what’s going on?” Stacia asked. “Oh god—eat me, please. Eat me so hard. Please. Let me drink from you, Sam. Eat me, Tiffany.”
The Were pinned down beneath Sam and Stacia was a quivering, shivering mess by this point. Her hands were at Sam’s sides, pulling at him wildly as he beat her down into the bed. Moaning into Stacia constantly.
“You want my blood and semen both?” Sam asked, reaching up with one hand to grab at Stacia’s breasts and fondle them.
“So badly. I’ll drink anything of yours,” Stacia cooed, her hips rolling as she rode out Tiffany’s mouth. “Let me drink both.”
Tiffany was spiraling out of control now, her orgasm starting up. Sam could feel her walls clutch and pull at him as she shook under him. Her chest heaved, her fingers digging into his sides.
Cracking as hard as he could into Tiffany, he did his best to split her in half. And when it felt like she was about to come down, he spiked her hard.
“Then drink, my pet Vampire,” Sam said, turning his head to one side. “I’ll allow it, because you’re such a good little pet Vampire.”
Stacia climaxed the moment his blood touched her tongue as she bit down into his throat. She was brilliant, but a lesser Vampire. He needed to reinforce her position and keep her predator nature in check.
Squealing, Stacia thrust her hips down against Tiffany’s face, drinking hungrily from Sam as she hit her orgasm.
Sam happily and eagerly drank in both of their climaxes. Feasting on their Essence greedily.
When Stacia hit her peak, he drove a rod of Essence into her, sending her into a blood frenzy.
Both women were grunting, moaning, and humping at each other and Sam in tandem. Lost in the complete throes of passion and lust.
“I’m starving,” Jes whispered in his ear. Her hands came up under his shaft and cupped his jewels strongly. “Feed your Succubus. Feed your partner. Feed your mate.”
Sam came instantly, driving hard and fast into Tiffany. The Were took it all, her knees coming up a bit further to receive everything he had to give her.
Jes stabbed him savagely with her Essence when he hit the peak of his orgasm, making Sam just pump harder and faster into Tiffany. Practically driving the Were further into the bed.
Tiffany took it willingly and pulled at him to stay closer.
Slowly, feeling his energy drain away faster and faster, Sam came down from his climax. With a final push into Tiffany, he felt his seed run out.
Stacia came off him with a gasp of air, and Tiffany shuddered uncontrollably under him.
“There,” Sam said, patting Tiffany’s side before he stepped away from her. With a wet, squelching noise, he came free of her, and his seed started to dribble out immediately.
“Get in the middle of the bed, Tiffany.
Stacia, get to your second meal of mine,” Sam said as Jes kept pulling him away from the bed. “Let’s hope you learn to not betray your bond-mates in the future.”
Following his orders, the Were and the Vampire got into the center of the bed.
Stacia got to work at Tiffany, practically diving into the Were’s privates. She lapped at her and began to noisily slurp up his seed and eat Tiffany out.
“That was great,” Jes whispered into his ear, one of her hands gently stroking his softening member. “Very tasty. Come, sit with me while I sip at you. You’re still leaking Essence. It’s wonderful. I’ll take care of you. Clean you up with my mouth and make sure you’re happy.”
Sam could only nod his head.
He watched as his Vampire ate out his Were.
The latter lay there in the bed, staring up at the ceiling, her face smeared with the Vampire’s slick wetness. Shuddering as Stacia ate at her.
Twenty - Eight Ball -
Pulling over a chair Sam, spun it so it was backwards. Then he sat down in it, laid his forearms over the back and looked at the Vampire in the bathtub.
She still had a bag over her head and her hands were still tied together, though now she was quite nude.
“Hi,” Sam said.
“You have no idea how much shit you’re in,” Marin said.
“You’re right, I don’t,” Sam said. “So tell me about it. All of it. How much shit am I in, and why?”
“I’m Marin!” Marin said.
“I’m aware of that. It’s the reason we grabbed you,” Sam said. “I mean, why do you think you’re not already dead?”
Sam had to remind himself a few times that she was better off alive until they could figure out if there was anything more they needed to know.
“You… you kidnapped me specifically,” Marin said.
Damn, she really is slow.
If she’s this dumb, she must be an amazing beauty.
“Yep,” Sam said, looking at her body.
She was thin, and well put together by modern standards. He wouldn’t pass up an opportunity to feed from her, but he wasn’t as sexually attracted to her as he was to Abigail.
“Are you going to kill me?” Marin asked.
“Probably,” Sam said. “You were saying I’m in deep shit. Could you elaborate on that?”
