Vampires

Then Blossom purred, "Jin. I want you to ketsuman. I want you to bottom."

The two men's faces fell. Tem was back in the wing chair with me and we sat, riveted as the two men seemed to be struggling with their lady boss's demands. Blossom threw back her head and laughed.

"Yi is always the ketsuman. It's time he gets to tachi, to top." Blossom reached for another piece of opium. Man, she'd consumed enough to kill a horse. It was not bringing out a very nice side of her. She was enjoying their discomfort. Me, I was ready to roll. Tem's body was rigid against mine, and not in a good way.

"Move to the floor so Jimmy Thunder and his man get a good view." She chewed another, bigger piece of opium. The two men moved to the floor and undressed each other. They forgot everything then as two men are wont to do when fucking is involved. Jin had some serious hardware on his not too small penis. I'd never seen so many piercings on a cock.

"You ever fucked a guy with all that jewelry on his pecker?" I asked Tem, who gave me a sullen look.

"Only the cock rings I put on you…and the little restraints."

Oh, God. He was making my dick hard now and his stroking hand liked what it felt through my tight leather pants.

"Not so fast. I do believe I owe you one, Mr. Thunder."

Tem rubbed his face into my neck. "We pleasured each other," he whispered, but his eyes were alive with excitement.

"Yeah…but you thought of the blueberries and I do believe I'm hungry again."

Jin was on his back now, squeezing his pierced nipples in his fingers, watching us as Tem and I watched him. Yi spread Jin's ass and the look on his face was priceless as the other man's mouth connected with his ass hole. There is nothing like a tongue in your ass, as I have learned. The slurping sounds Yi made seemed to be turning my man on and I unzipped his fly. His lovely, luscious cock sprang out, needing its man to relieve it.

"Oh…look how big that is," moaned Jin, and Yi stopped what he was doing to take a look at Tem's rigid cock. I always said Tem could have been a fantastic top in movies, except for his overwhelming desire to be fucked. Yi turned back to the hot body in front of him as my mouth went to Tem's goody bags. His balls were the biggest, juiciest ones I'd ever had, in my limited experience of men. My tongue licked away at them because I knew Tem liked it so much.

He slouched further down in the wing chair and I had to have possession of him now. I pulled the leather pants down his thighs and all the way to his ankles. They got stuck on his boots so he lifted his legs and I positioned myself between them.

"Yeah…" Jin groaned, and I glanced up to see a couple of Yi's fingers massaging their way into Jin's bottom, the thumb rubbing against his perineum. 

I mirrored his actions, Blossom's mouth slack as her gaze moved from us to them and back again. Tem went crazy when two of my fingers worked into him, stroking his prostate, my thumb on the other side keeping up a maddening pressure on his perineum. I took his cock all the way in my mouth, my left hand gently nursing his balls.

Tem's legs flailed about as I slipped a third finger into him. The sounds of slurping man joy were loud in that big red room as dawn broke and a soft, very soft apricot glow shimmered through the windows.

 “Lie down, baby.” I kissed the back of his neck and he obeyed me, his cock already flying at full mast. I told him to remain on his right side, facing away from me and he turned to look at me.

“Please take that thing off. I want you naked, too.”

I nodded and removed the robe, his eager hand stoking my proud erection.

“You have such a gorgeous body. I love your muscles, Jimmy.”

I felt my chest puffing out like some ridiculous caricature from a Charles Atlas commercial. I got on the bed, and lying very close to him, I removed one of the mochi and fed him with my fingers. I watched the way he licked the red bean sauce and I hoped one day he’d lick my blood that way. We worked our way to the sweet potatoes and I told him to close his eyes. I held a small fried wedge smothered in honey up to his nose.

“Inhale, darling.” I kissed his shoulder as he took a deep breath and I saw the smile spread over his face as he bit into the morsel in my fingers. Then I took them away even as he was still licking honey from them.

“Do I still keep my eyes shut?”

“Especially now.” I kept my mouth at his ear and I picked up the small, covered jug. Good. It was still warm. I smoothed back the hair away from his ear, tilting his head to the angle I wanted and held the pot under his nose. Complete trust. He hadn’t opened his eyes and I waited for the scent of the honey to reach him. It didn’t take long.

“Mmm, that’s yummy.”

I poured a drop, just a drop behind his ear and he moaned when it hit his skin. I licked it and kept moving down the entire right side of his body. “Turn over, baby.” He turned over, and this time I had him move his left arm up so I could put a drop under his armpit. He went crazy then, grasping and pulling at me, flip-flopping on the thousand-thread count bed sheets, his cock leaking in my hungry hand as he started to sob. “Oh God…nobody has ever made me feel like this.”

Pouring the rest of the honey on my fingers, I gave them to him to suck and bent my head to take possession of his cock with my gluttonous mouth. He sucked on my

fingers with the same fury I did his hot, hard piston. When he came in my mouth, it was better than honey. It was the taste of everything we’d eaten.

It was the taste of love.

Lying side by side, kissing, licking, touching, I felt so much joy when he fell asleep, his head on my chest. I had no idea how we were going to top this night and I had no idea how I was going to cope with the idea of some stranger, probably several, invading his body the next night. But, for now, he was with me and he was safe. I hoped he felt loved, even though no such words were said.

“Where did you come from?” he suddenly asked, his fingers raking down my chest. “Where did you come from, Jimmy Thunder? How did you find me?”

“We just got lucky, I guess. You spotted me in the shower that day.”

He chuckled. “Is that what you thought? I’ve had my eye on you for months.”

My arms tightened around him. “Months? And you never said anything? What took you so long?”

Tem moved over to check out the latest gay porn DVDs whilst Kaipo unashamedly checked out my man.

"Anyone using the glory hole right now?" I asked Kaipo.

"Hmm?"

 "You want to suck his cock?"

Kaipo stared at me.

"Turn off the security cameras. I don't want this recorded. I'll get him in the booth and you put your lips to the hole and you can blow my baby."

He opened and closed his mouth and I almost changed my mind.

"There are three of us here," he said, the cheeky bastard. "We'd all love to blow him."

"Okay." I shrugged. After all it was Tem's birthday. It was also our big Halloween night and I was giving him a few tricks with his treats.

I walked over to Tem and put my hand on his crotch. He bulged pretty hard in his tight leather pants and for a second, I wondered if I could go through with it, but then I became turned on at the thought of three guys, two of them total strangers, blowing my hot, hung husband.

Tem grinned and showed me the DVD in his hand. "Want to buy this one, Div?"

"I want you put that down and come with me."

His gaze moved down to his cock. My fingers were massaging the beautiful head through the buttery-soft leather of his hand-stitched pants. I loved knowing that underneath, he was waxed hair-free, by me, and that his balls and cock were enclosed in a tight gold cock ring.

Tem's gaze turned lusty. "You are being such a bad boy, Divine Thunder."

"Not as bad as you're going to be, you beautiful slut." I took his hand and as we passed through the door that led to the stall containing the glory hole, I was aware of Kaipo running to the other side of it.

I kissed Tem as I closed the door and took down his pants. The room was dark, for all those dirty deeds, you know. He was commando, the way I liked, his huge cock hard and looking for a good time. I kissed him and pointed to the glory hole. As we looked over a mouth appeared in the carved out round hole.

Tem gasped.

"There are three men on the other side ready to blow you. Have fun, baby."

His feverish eyes registered shock as well as desire. I'm a vampire, I see best in the dark and I saw his excitement as well a tremor of apprehension.

"I can't do that, Div. We have a covenant between us."

"But I'm allowing you to do this. Our covenant remains unbroken. None of them can fuck you. Your ass is mine. But Kaipo there is screaming for your cock. Tem, I am right here and I love you." 

Kaipo's anxious tongue kept up a lapping motion through the hole as we discussed this.

 "Are you sure?"

"One time only deal, baby. Snooze, you lose."

"I fucking love you, Div." Tem shuffled over there as fast as his leather pants pooled at his knees would allow.

 Soft, gurgling moans came from Kaipo's throat as he took my baby's massive wang into his mouth. They've all seen his movies, they've salivated over his enormous tool, but none of them quite believe how big it really is. In his porn star days he was a hot and heavy bottom, highly sought-after because of that big dick.

Kaipo gagged for a moment and I watched Tem ease back to give his guy a chance to get used to his size. Tem braced his hands against the wall of the cubicle and I watched him find a hot new groove with the mouth that sucked him so well. Tem's head went back as his cock disappeared between the guy's hungry lips. He was giving him a decent workout now and I watched my husband's body slam against the glory hole, the cock ring glinting in the dark.

“I did manage to pick up a few interesting sex secrets from the Orient while I was you know…down there.” Tem pointed to the ground.

“Did you, now?”

“Oh, yes. A eunuch who was very mean at first, later became nice. He told me he worked for a sultan and he was supposed to look after the sultan’s wives and he watched them fuck.”

“I bet he picked up a lot of cool tricks.”

“There’s one with chopsticks I am anxious to try.”

“Chopsticks, eh?”

He got up from our bed and left the room, despite my bleat of protest. Moontime turned his back to me until his daddy returned and the cat’s head swiveled around, one eye open, in case fish was involved.

Tem got busy with a pair of black lacquered chopsticks in his fingers.

“Kiss me,” he whispered and I did. With him in my arms, his mouth on mine, I could forget all the demons, my own and everybody else’s. Yes, life was good again. My tongue moved of its own accord down his neck, past my favorite feeding spots on his throat. I felt the racing pulse there and took my time, exploring every sexy inch of him. Tem, however, had other ideas.

“The geisha used chopsticks to hold the man's testicles in a way to increase blood flow, like this.” Tem took my balls in his interesting little vice grip. “Maybe we need to practice it baby, just to be exact.”

“Yes,” I murmured. “We need to make sure it works.”

“I think it would work best with a blow job and I would be certain not to squeeze to tight.” Tem’s head dropped to my thigh and he started to lick and suck my balls.

He raised his head again. “I love your ass, Div, and I never usually neglect it, but this particular method focuses on the balls and cock.”

All I could say was, “Fuck.”

“I love the idea of mixing it up for you, baby…getting your balls in my grip and sucking them…a mixture of sweet and savage…and a few light licks on your perineum and a squeeze of the chopsticks and then hurry up to the main course…your leaking cock.”

My eyes were half closed with the intensity of feeling. I thought my balls would snap off, at the same time, the pressure did produce sensations that were extraordinary. Every lick was like a little electric current shooting through me. Man, Tem had already mastered the art of providing me with multiple sensations as he gave me head, but this was spectacular. He kept his fingers and tongue moving and the chopsticks rocking back and forth.

I got so excited and I knew Tem felt it, too. His own cock was so hard…I reached down to touch it, but he resisted, wanting me to enjoy myself. I put my foot between his legs and rubbed his cock. I loved the feeling of my skin against his rigid cock and he moaned as he took my whole cock into his mouth. I came so hard I was seeing stars, only then did he release me. The orgasm did not stop. I’d stopped shooting, but I was still coming and Tem kept sucking me. We were going to need a hell of a lot more chopsticks in our future. 

“Baby, it’s Valentine’s Day.” Div’s eyes shone. “You think it’s too early for some morning head?”

“Nuh-uh.” I wriggled all over the tousled sheets, trying to get my cock in his mouth. When we wanted each other badly, those canine teeth refused to recede, but Div was so careful, licking and sucking and tonguing the length of my cock. I saw the cock-hunger in his eyes, wondering how on earth my horny, hung husband ever thought he was straight.

“I need your sweet hole, baby.” His tongue ran a precision line down my inner thigh and my legs widened as his lips reached their target.

“Oh, Div…”

He was lapping at my ass and I felt my whole body go slack except for my cock, ass and balls. Oh, he was a bad man, capable of keeping me hard and panting for hours. I could smell the remnants of our supper, strawberries and cream, fresh ahi tuna for our cat Moontime and I screamed out in hunger for my husband’s cock. “Give it to me! Please, Div, please!”

He raised his mouth from my ass and I grabbed his huge cock and pointed it, like the man didn’t know I needed it right in my ass, right where I always wanted it, where he needed to put it.

“You ready for daddy’s dick, baby?”

He should have known better than to tease me. I bit his neck, sending him spastic with desire, his cock leaping right into me as his blood met mine, our souls sighing in that dead of night and then Div eased me away from his neck as his heartbeat quickened.

We sat on our porch swing, Tem leaning against me, our feet playing with one another's. We looked up at the stars, swapping kisses when a sound came out of the nearest thatch of bamboo. Francois crept toward us. He was dressed in black and he looked damned sexy.

"Nobody else is on the property right now." He looked right at Tem's crotch as he said this. I felt the ripple right then, the underlying sexual tension. I knew he wanted Tem and I knew Tem liked being wanted. I read Tem's thoughts. He was picturing Francois kneeling before him, taking his huge head into his mouth.

As soon as he became aware of my presence in his mind, Tem wiped the thought from his mind. I was both turned on and petrified of him getting it on with Francois, but Tem had the most gorgeous cock and ass and it seemed sort of cruel to deny them both a bit of fun when Francois was so obviously in need. He didn't trust anybody and he'd been quietly drooling around Tem all day.

"The wine was really good," Francois said, licking his lips. He wasn't thinking about wine, he was thinking about come. Specifically, my baby's come.

"Yes, wasn't it?" Tem asked.

I finally interrupted the endless though pleasant, small talk. "Francois, would you like to suck my husband's cock?"

Tem reacted badly. "Div! What are you doing? I want only you. We haven't been near another man since…" he did not say aloud, since we became bonded in blood.

"It would be a turn on to watch Francois suck you, baby. Look how hot he is. You can't tell me you haven't thought about it."

"You know I have."

Francois's face lit up in the semi-darkness.

"You can suck his cock, but that's it," I told him. "Nobody fucks Tem, but me." I could tell that despite his denials, Tem was excited. He was so exotic and beautiful, the idea of this big black man's face between his legs got us both hard. Instantly, in spite of his trepidation, I knew Tem was on fire.

I kissed him and he accepted my kisses. We were really going for it when I felt Francois's clumsy fingers at Tem's button fly jeans. I brushed his hands away and asked him, "Haven't you ever unbuttoned another guy's jeans before?"

He was almost mute with need. "Not for a long time. And not somebody like this." He let out a sound…a sigh of relief as he slid Tem's jeans down and realized he was commando. He saw that big, hard cock spring toward his mouth and went straight to town.

"What a feast," he said, his gluttonous lips descending on Tem's cock. I sipped my coffee, enjoying his oral exploration of my man. Tem was enjoying it. He sat beside me, his crotch jutting forward. He glanced at me a couple of times and he could see that I was okay and he started to get into it.

He gazed down at the big guy servicing him. Francois was in such a state of arousal, he kept rubbing the head of Tem's cock around his lips and finishing each swipe with a lick from the very tip of his tongue.

"You've been thinking about this," I said suddenly.

"Oh yeah, I watched all the movies. I've wanted Tem for a long time."

"Sade? Is that you?" Flame was blinking hard. She was no longer held against him, but was sitting in a chair. He was kneeling in front of her, a concerned look on his too-handsome features.

"Are you all right?"

His voice resonated inside her and she felt lust and a serene sense of connection. "I think so. That is the first time I have ever daydreamed standing up. Sorry." Her hand touched her hair and she checked to see if it was out of place.

"It is fine. I was sneaking in here to ask you if you would like to learn how to ride?"

"I would love to, but I don't have anything to wear. These gowns aren't conducive to straddling a horse." The thought of straddling Sade ran through her mind and she flushed to her roots. It wasn't becoming with her red hair, but it was far too familiar lately.

He smiled wryly. "I have thought of that. I believe that these will fit." He handed her a wad of fabric.

She shook it out and found a long tunic and a split skirt.

"Try them on."

She looked at him blankly. "Here? Now?"

"Daemyn is keeping the castle a little tight. I had to sneak in here to see you today. He might notice if I loiter in the hall." A wicked light was dancing in his eyes.

She thought about it for another minute. "Fine. But turn your back. This isn't a peep show."

Sade nodded and stood to bow deeply to her. "As the lady wishes."

"Oh, Sadder, when have my wishes controlled your actions?" She was shifting the split skirt up under her gown and tying it into place. She glanced up and noticed his back stiffen to a flat panel of muscle.

"What did you just call me?"

"Sade." She paused for a minute "I think that's what I said. Wasn't it?" She was tying the sash to keep the skirt in place. She started to pull the gown over her head when he spoke again.

His voice was gruff, "Close enough. Are you done yet?"

"Almost. Give me a second." She whipped the dress off her head and grabbed for the tunic. It fought her every step of the way, but finally slid into position around her. The front placket had a drawstring closure and its scent marked it as belonging to Sade. "Your tunic, I presume?"

"Well, they didn't make them in a ladies' style back then. It was hard enough to convince a seamstress to make a skirt into a split so that you could ride." He turned and assessed the fit and coverage of her new garments. "Passable. Are you still wearing the boots you had this morning?"

She lifted the edge of her skirt to show him her boots. "They're not the same ones, but all safe and sound."

"Good. Now, let's go out the window."

"You sure know how to show a girl a good time."

* * * * 

The horse he selected was not his stallion, Saber, but a gentle mare named Sophie. Sade was a thorough instructor. He gave her instruction on the girth, the saddle, the bridle and the reins. He had selected a western saddle so deep even she couldn't fall out of it.

Flame walked through procedure in a state of déjà vu. She felt that she had done this before and this man had been with her. The horse didn't like her. She was fanatically devoted to Sade, following his every gesture with her attentive head. Sade held a lead rope and eventually she was confident enough to release the horn of the saddle and sit up straight. The shift of her weight put the seam of her split skirt firmly against her clit and after that, her mind went blank. Mechanically she followed Sade's instructions and was soon cantering around the stable yard. Her small frame was awash in the sensations caused by the unaccustomed friction between her thighs. Gasping with each thud of her crotch against the saddle, Flame's body was rapidly tightening with the anticipation of orgasm.

She was not a natural horsewoman, but she was getting the hang of it when she looked away from the horse's ears and saw Sade's knowing grin. It was enough to spill cold water on her rising arousal and cause her to draw Sophie to a halt. "That is enough for today." She was swinging her right leg free when hands gripped her waist to assist her. If she had known that Sade was going to be there, she never would have kicked her left foot free and directly into his groin. It was an accident. Really. "Oh, geez. I am so sorry. I wasn't expecting you to be there." Surprisingly, he didn't drop her on her ass.

He set her down very carefully. "It is understandable, I am sure." He articulated very well for a man speaking through clenched teeth. "Did you enjoy your lesson?"

“Roses?”

“Yes sir. On an occasion as auspicious as tonight promises to be, nothing other than roses could possibly suffice.”

Mathew stared across the room, fascinated. His valet was actually vibrating in satisfaction. He could only assume he’d meant to sound portentous. It was a shame he was only twelve inches tall, really, because it was hard to take the reedy little voice seriously.

“Red roses, I presume?” Mathew asked.

“But of course.” The valet looked up, his brow even more furrowed than normal. “Ah! Now I see, sir. You were jesting. Blood red roses are simply –” He sighed. “– Suitable.”

Mathew attempted a weak smile. The prat was driving him insane. Perhaps that had been his mother’s plan when she’d insisted he take Frederick along with him on his hunt for a bride. If he was buried under protocols, weighed down by what he could – and could not – do, then surely he’d simply give up.

Or not.

Mother had obviously underestimated just how seriously he was taking this one last chance to save his soul.

While he’d been contemplating the ceiling, Frederick was bustling around the room, smoothing non-existent wrinkles in his perfectly pressed coat, re-arranging the revolting gold-and-silver backed brushes his father had given him for his 200th birthday. Could the man – he mentally corrected himself, gnome – never stand still? There was probably a rule against it in the ‘how to be a perfect valet’ handbook.

“Blood red roses? But what sort of blood?” Mathew steepled his fingers, refusing to meet his valet’s scandalized gaze. “Arterial blood is such a lovely bright red. A cheerful color. The blood from the veins, however…”

He licked his lips, purposely baring a single fang just to see Frederick shudder in horror. Frederick. What kind of name was that for a gnome anyway?

“Sir?” Frederick’s voice wavered even more than usual.

Mathew closed his eyes. “It’s so... luscious. Totally different. Thick, flavorsome… Mmmm.”

His body tightened at the thought, every cell suddenly screaming for nourishment. He couldn’t help wondering just how decadently rich Sophie’s blood would taste as it rushed down his throat. He’d sink his fangs in her neck and his cock –

He sat up abruptly, forcing his mind away from the frantic beat of Frederick’s heart. It was too long since he’d fed, and if he wasn’t more careful he’d be having Frederick for a pre-dinner snack. And that would not be good for his already-tarnished soul.

He stood up, his eyes swiveling to follow his valet’s crab-scuttle around the edge of the room. Frederick was eying him as warily as he would a hungry tiger. He smiled, knowing the flickering candlelight would gleam on his fangs, then stalked from the room. Occasionally Frederick needed a reminder of just who was the predator – and who was the prey.

“What a tight little ass,” he murmured. “Bet you’ve never had a cock in there before, have you?”

Gwen tried to answer, her words swallowed up in a groan as his thumb swiveled, almost touching the finger that was still lodged deep in her pussy.

“Hmmm?”

“No,” she gasped, and jerked hard against his hand as his free hand tweaked her nipple. She’d managed to impale herself even deeper, and the waves of pleasure roiled over her.

This was so wrong! Yet, much as she tried to tell herself that it was wrong to enjoy having a man simply take over her body like this, she couldn’t help herself. She was enjoying it.

“What do you want?” he murmured into her hair.

For a moment, his hands remained still. “Please let me come,” she asked, her voice tiny.

She felt him smile, was sure he was grinning in pure satisfaction, yet within moments, she couldn’t have cared less. The hand jammed between her legs shifted and his fingers started to move deep inside her. One finger brushed her clit, the hand around her breast tightened. His mouth descended over hers, stealing her breath.

The world shattered. Every sense was centered on what her body was doing, the way her blood raced, her head pounded, her limbs quivered. Then she was floating in a muzzy fog, too tired to think.

So that was what an orgasm was like, she thought dreamily. Wow. Apparently the guys she’d been going out with had been totally ripping her off when it came to sex. Fancy having missed out on that…

She was only vaguely aware that she was smiling when she drifted off to sleep.

Pleasure flowed around her nipples and soft hands stroked down her sides, over her stomach, teased at the edge of the trim triangle of red curls that crowned her pussy. Claire's hips arched against the hand, her mind swimming with wine, her body pleasantly exhausted. Visions of Ashton, of his lean body bare against hers, his cock, hard, veined and perfectly crowned driving into her, filling her, claiming her, spun in her dreams like silk.

And Dwight, impish grin on his face, offering the glistening bead of his desire to her lips, the purple head sliding easily into her mouth, feeding her the salty promise of his release. Claire moaned her way from sleep, her hand automatically seeking the head attached to her nipple. She arched into the soft bite and tangled her fingers in his hair.

He slid his fingers through the curls, teasing her clit, entering the already wet folds and followed the path to the gate.

A cool breeze blew over her wet nipple as he pulled away. "Fuck, Claire, you missed me?"

I positioned her back directly in front of the mattress. "Be a good girl. Stand right here and don't move." I took off my tee shirt, then my jeans. The bra was next and I wiggled my bare breasts at her. I slowly slid out of my bikini-floss undies and ran my hands up her thighs. One of my hands stopped at her crotch, the other hand, lightly brushed against her stomach making her muscles quiver under my touch.

I pressed my naked body against her and gave us a gentle push. Tamara tumbled backward onto the mattress and I fell on top of her, thrusting my loins against her naked body. Passionately kissing her neck, I ran my hand down to her pussy, sliding my fingers through her wet and swollen lips. She thrust her hips up and I moved my hand with her, keeping my touch just slightly out of her reach. As her hips went down, my hand followed. I would not let her escape my teasing touch so easily. Straddling across her waist, my tongue teasing her cleavage, I stopped momentarily to feel her nipple grow and stiffen at my touch. Tamara moaned. She's never liked her breasts played with, but I love the feel of her hard nipple burrowed in my mouth. I knew not to linger on her breast for too long, or she'd start getting agitated. Caressing my tongue down her stomach, her muscles flinched at my delicate touch. I checked her hands to make sure she hadn't broken free of her bonds. "You're so good," I whispered and then bit her belly. Hard.

"Huh ha." She moaned through the knotted invader in her mouth as she squirmed under me.

My tongue found her curly pubic hair and I smelled the irresistible sweet scents that belong to her. I slipped my tongue past her soft clump of fur and flicked her clit. She raised her hips to meet me, and I pulled away, moving my tongue back up the same path I had followed down--up her stomach, past her chest and up to her neck. Frustrated, she dropped her hips on the mattress. I slowly rubbed my wet puss against hers, teasing her with my fingertips and gently kissing her neck. Nuzzling into her neck, I continued the deliberate tease feeling her nub swell underneath my fingers.

She moaned raising her hips higher and another slippery wave drenched my fingers.

"Don't move," I ordered while gently nibbling on her neck.

She raised her hips to me, in a skewed way she considered this begging.

"Shh…" I bit her neck harder and rammed three fingers deep inside her. "I said don't move."

Her eyes turned black. I now dealt with her vampire, but she obeyed. She didn't move, but clenched her jaw so hard I thought she would break a fang. I slid my nakedness over her and finger-fucked her as if I wanted to touch every part, every muscle and every organ inside her. I took her to the edge of orgasm and waited for that one moment I knew she would start to come. That will be when her hip thrusts, change from a steady rhythm to a sporadic, holding her hips up in the air and giving a couple of short quick thrusts.

Finally, I sank my fangs deep into her soft neck. As my teeth broke her skin, two things happened. She screamed and wildly bucked her hips and I drowned in the delightful taste of her orgasm. It takes restraint to keep from bleeding your partner during sex. The chemical reactions that sex causes also change the smells and tastes of the body making them sweeter, almost addicting. One thing I had forgotten was how much I enjoyed taking a dominant role and having her obey my wishes. No matter how mean or ruthless she is to everyone else, give me a few minutes alone with her, and Ms. Nasty is obeying my every command and…loving it. "Did I say you could cum?" I moved my hand away from her.

Tamara shook her head.

"Then why did you?"

She lifted her hips to meet my touch.

I ignored her futile begging.

Getting me out of my pants, she stared at me with wide eyes. "I had forgotten how beautiful you are," she mumbled while softly caressing the inside of my thigh. 

I needed her hand to travel up my thigh and claim everything about me. I needed to feel our bodies close and feel the passion burn between us. More than anything else, I needed to know that she would be all right. Her fingers brushed my pubic hair and I had to fight back my tears. Would this be the last time we could make love? Would we ever be able to have a normal life again? Regardless, I couldn't let my unrestrained emotions ruin our time together. If anything, I would drown myself in finding a way to fix her ailment. 

Her soft caress ripped my attention back to where I had longed to be for so long, naked in her arms. Her touch burned me with a passion that threatened to swallow me and hold me captive. I craved to feel her inside me, filling and claiming me with her essence. Collectively, our hands found each other's wetness while our lips pressed closer together feeling as if our bodies were became one and our souls embraced to unite our inseparable bond.

Slowly, I slid a finger deep inside her, pushing my way through her tightness. She moaned, raising her hips. Feeling her surrounding pleasure tightening and hugging my finger, my wetness swelled. 

"Oh God." She moaned and slid her finger inside me. "You're so wet," she exclaimed as her lips found their way to my neck. 

A moment of concern stopped my enjoyment. Would she recognize me or would she be as brutal with me as she had been with the others? Her tongue inched its way up my neck and I relaxed, falling back into the sexual offerings she promised. I would give myself completely, even if it meant my existence.

Teasing my warm, blood-engorged lips, her touch felt different. It was softer, more delicate, more human and yet, immensely more addictive. 

Softly nibbling my neck, a wave of ecstasy flooded my senses. I would do anything to reach the euphoric release she dangled in my grasp. 

"Fuck me," she ordered. 

Sliding another finger deep inside her, her juices escaped, enveloping my fingers and I craved her taste. Pulling out of her, I licked her sweetness from my fingers, savoring each drop, allowing her taste to penetrate my taste buds. 

Licking my fingers dry, I rammed them back inside her, sliding in and out repetitively. Her body froze. 

"Stop," she begged. "Or I'll come." 

That's what I wanted to hear, but I wanted to taste her while she came. I quickly rolled her onto her back and ran my tongue down her sleek body, tasting every bit of her exposed flesh, past her cleavage and over her nipple, where I lingered just a little too long, commanding it to stiffen and grow while I suckled it. I continued my path down her stomach, sunk my face into her public hair and then parted her lips, stumbling onto her hard, swollen clit and took it between my teeth, while my tongue gingerly caressed it.  

Tamara moaned wildly.  

Carefully maneuvering my body over hers, she raised her head, reaching for my own wetness. Lowering myself on to her mouth, anticipated desire soared through me as her tongue greeted my eager nub and my world exploded into a frenzy of unbound pleasures. Pressing my face against her hot pussy, I reamed my tongue around the opening of her cunt. She grasped for air and followed my lead, teasing my opening. 

Exploring every part of her secret abyss, I caressed her folds, slowly working my way to her ass. Pressing against her tight hole, she clenched her muscles tighter, the tip of my finger fighting for entry into her dark tunnel. My tongue lapped up her juices, distracting her attempts to keep me out. I slid inside, feeling her warmth waiting for me, caressing me. As she clamped down on my finger, I quickly pressed my mouth against her engorged lips, forming a tight seal over her pussy and sucked until the sweet liquor of her pleasure drowned my senses.

 I pushed her back. “Wait a minute.” I reached into my beach bag and pulled out a leather harness. Giving her a sheepish smile, I said, “I’d like to see what you can do with this.”

Her eyes lit up and she met my smile with her own impish grin. I kissed her passionately as I unzipped and pulled her pants off. My tongue tasted every inch of her hard muscular belly. I slipped the harness on her and snapped the buckles, situating it perfectly over her crotch. I knelt down and took her new cock in my mouth. Slowly, I stroked it to make sure she could feel the base hitting her clit. Her eyes rolled up and her lips parted slightly as she met my gentle thrusts. I guided her to the throne and sat her down. Sliding it deeper into my mouth, I pressed down on her cock, knowing it would excite her even more.

I took one of her hands and strapped it to the throne armrest as I worked her dick further into my mouth. She looked down at me and I pressed her cock harder against her nub. Her eyes rolled and she leaned her head back, arching her body. I took her other hand and pulled it through the leather strap on the opposite armrest. Pulling the strap tight, I raised my head and ran my tongue up her belly to her neck. The throne was wide enough that I knelt directly over her while I nibbled her soft skin.

My sundress draped across her, shielding us from prying eyes. Then I moved my neck close to her mouth. A tease. I let her tongue touch my skin. More teasing. I had learned a few things working at the Center—vampires and men are alike. They are easily worked by an experienced hand and I intended to work Tamara tonight. I moved my neck closer to her tongue, encouraging her to feel the hard, steady pulse of my artery beat. She opened her mouth and I pulled away, “Uh-uh. Not yet…first you fuck me, then you taste me.”

She raised her hips, pushing her stiff cock against me, but it slid past my cunt and stopped at my ass. I raised my hips. “That hole is for another day,” I cautioned as I stroked her eager cock back to my waiting cunt and slid it inside me.

I mounted her. Wiggling, I took every inch, making sure she felt me. With each of her up-thrusts, I pushed down, driving the base harder against her swollen tip. Her fingers dug into the armrest and I quickened my momentum, wiggling the base, heightening her sexual intensity. She arched her back. I knew she was close. I stopped, sitting perfectly still on her lap. I kissed her cheek and my sweat ran down her face, gleaming in the candlelight. She had never looked so beautiful and so distraught. She opened her mouth and I kissed her lips. “I am the keeper of your pleasure,” I said, squirming in her lap.

Her eyes rolled back.

“Look at me,” I commanded, but she resisted. “Look at me.”

Finally, she obeyed. “Bid me your blood,” she pleaded.

His arms tightened around me. Big strong arms too, I might add. My clit twitched with delight. I gritted my teeth and tried to ignore it. I do have a brain in my head and I’m not about to let my nether parts tell me whom to sleep with.

Against my will, my left hand left the confines of my right armpit, where I’d stuck it for protection. It slid sensuously up over his chest and shoulder, before it slowly wrapped itself around his neck.

To my complete surprise and mortification, I buried my hand in his hair and brought my head closer to his.

“Why can’t I stop myself?” I asked, just before I pressed my lips against his.

“You find me irresistible,” he growled against my mouth. His voice was compelling. The low timber crawled through my body like a living thing. It made me want to do all sorts of interesting things with this man. His tongue dueled with mine, both of us wanted to win a war of dominance.

When our lips met, I felt much as I did with Brock, but with Micah, I felt . . . more. I wanted to kiss him, to fondle him. To know I gave satisfaction as much as I was receiving it.

With Brock, it had been different. I had wanted nothing more than to feel his huge cock as it pounded inside me.

“Stop thinking of other men,” Micah said, against my mouth as he playfully nipped at my lips.

I looked around and noticed, for the first time, that I was lying on my bed. Either I hadn’t paid attention while he searched the upstairs for my room, or he had a great sense of direction. I’m pretty sure it was the former.

I pulled away and fought for my next breath. I needed space. I needed to get away from him to think. I couldn’t concentrate when he was so close, when I could feel the heat from his body as it seeped into mine. It sent little licks of flame through my blood.

It wasn’t normal that he could read my mind. Sure, I’ve heard of telepathy but I’ve never met anyone with it. The whole idea was absurd. If I believe that, the next thing he’ll tell me is that we can communicate without talking. It was all I could do, not to snort.

He ran his hand through my hair and pushed my bangs back from my face to look into my eyes.

“You must rid yourself of your virginity. It is a weakness – a weapon that can be held against you.”

“Now I’ve heard it all,” I laughed derisively and pushed at his chest. “All of my life, my father, my grandmother and the church have told me to abstain. Then suddenly you come along and tell me that I have to have sex to save my life? Puhleeze!”

This is too much!

I slid out from under him and tried to avoid his roaming hands. Then I stood up, walked to the window and looked out through the darkness. I wrapped my arms around my churning middle and wondered how many more impossible things I was expected to face in one day.

His heated gaze blazed a scorching trail over my bare body, devouring every inch of my exposed flesh. Blood pounded in my ears as he approached. When he stood beside the altar, he leaned down to release my bonds.

“I’ve been searching for you forever.” He lightly pressed his mouth against my lips. The warm moist pressure was soft, gentle, the touch feather light.

Heat pooled in my middle, flared out to consume every inch of my body. The warmth of his touch suffused me, filled me, as the kiss overwhelmed my senses and took my breath away. I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation of his kiss.

“Who are you and why have you been looking for me?” I asked as soon as his lips left mine. I didn’t know this man from Adam, but I allowed his kiss because something about him screamed that he belonged to me.

The man released the bonds around my wrists, tangled his fingers with mine and pressed my hands against the cold, stone altar. He held me pressed against the cold stone but I’m not sure it was against my will. Something told me I would follow this man anywhere, do almost anything to be with him.

He raised his head to look into my eyes before his silver gaze moved over my face. He stared at my parted lips before he lowered his head once more.

“You are my mate,” he breathed against my lips. “You are the woman I have waited lifetimes for.” He moved his mouth to my jaw, then down to my neck, caressing the curve of my throat.

“Lifetimes?” I panted then turned my head, exposing my neck to give him better access.

That molten silver gaze burned a fiery trail over my flesh. My nipples hardened, gooseflesh rose on my body. I squirmed as unfamiliar warmth pooled between my legs.

“You are mine. You belong to me.” He threaded his fingers through my hair, tipped my head back.

His hips surged forward, the evidence of his desire pressed against my nether lips and I gasped. My head thrashed, cushioned by the palm of his hand.

“I am not yours. I belong to no one but myself. I don’t even know you.”

“You know me. You have loved me before.” His eyes darkened and filled with pain. “But you did not love me enough. You have never loved me enough. But it is my fault, I have failed you.”

He stared down at my breasts. My nipples hardened and my breath hitched. My body tingled and burned for this man. How could just one heated look from this strange, powerful man have such an effect on me?

“What do you want?”

I squirmed beneath him, scared. Excited. Horny. God, I couldn’t believe how much I wanted this man and I didn’t even know him! How could I fight him when I had to fight myself as well? I wanted this man — no — I needed this man with an intensity I never dreamed possible.

My traitorous body thrust my hips up to meet his as he pressed the bulge beneath the zipper of his pants against my weeping sex. The cold metal caused a sweet abrasion that wasn’t quite painful and my body shuddered, craving so much more of his fiery touch.

The gorgeous guy lifted a glossy ebony brow and gave me a look that clearly asked, are you sure you want to know? "We aid guides when certain…entities slip through portals from other dimensions."

I glanced around the room and noticed, for the first time, that I was surrounded by drop-dead gorgeous men. It was a damn shame I'd sworn them off six months ago. Each and every member of the male sex was a dog. I gave the guys another glance. Okay, these guys definitely weren't dogs, but they all were some kind of raptor. I bit back a nervous giggle.

"How did you--" I raised my hand and wiggled my fingers. "You know…" I don't know why, but I directed my questions at Mr. Tall-dark-and-delicious who couldn't seem to keep his eyes off me. Stop it, damn it! He's off limits. You swore off men, remember? So, no more sex, no matter how gorgeous you think the man is.

He caught my attention and winked. The half smile on his face told me that, somehow, he knew what I was thinking. My face burned and I turned away from him to address his companions. Don't be ridiculous. He cannot read your mind! "What was that thing out on the water, what was it shooting at us and why?"

One of the men stepped forward. He was just as tall, dark and broad shouldered as Mr. Delicious, but his eyes were blue. Sky blue. Even though I loved blue eyes on a man and his in particular, they didn't make my heart skip a beat the way the moss green eyes of his buddy did.

"It was a vehicle from another dimension. It is called a Dranushka. It is a weapon of mass destruction. It is very precise. It can kill with the accuracy of a surgeon. Its sole purpose is to kill the Cartuotey. We were lucky you warned us. Otherwise we would all most likely be dead, or dying."

The man volunteered this information as I made the valiant effort to ignore his friend who stood too close behind me. I felt the man move even closer. The hair on my arms stood on end, goose bumps rose on my flesh and the back of my neck tingled with sudden awareness. I imagined his breath brushed my hair, the illusory sensation of his hand curled around my neck and his teeth scraped against my pulse.

I closed my eyes, trying to concentrate. I refused to reach up and rub that spot on my neck. If I did, he would know how much his presence affected me. It was nothing but my overactive imagination. Besides, that way I could keep him guessing.

Are you sure?

My eyes widened at the unspoken message. The deep voice flowed through me like melted butter. Warm breath fanned the side of my neck and made my nether parts twitch. How the hell did he do that? I fought the urge to reach up and rub my ear, I shivered instead. Still, I attempted to ignore him. Just who the hell were these guys anyway?

The loud wail of the banshee called him to the house. The wind howled, accompanying the otherworldly screech that made his blood run cold. The demon was close to making another kill. Gunther Andarton made his way swiftly through the underbrush, ignoring the briars that dug into his flesh as he ran toward the little cottage. His only thought was to save whatever poor, pathetic creature the demon had singled out this night.

Peering through the window, into the darkened interior, he watched a woman throw her head back and scream in the throes of an orgasm, a man’s dark head buried between her legs. The firelight played over her olive colored skin, her black hair gleamed blue-black in the orange light and her chest heaved as she fought to catch her breath.

Soon, the man lifted his head. His eyes glittered with menace, their color a dull orange, and he bared his lengthened canines. The woman still lay gasping beneath him, apparently unaware of her lover’s ghastly change. He laved the crease of her thigh with his tongue. She couldn’t have realized his intent as she spread her legs wider to accommodate him. He smiled evilly. “I am darkness,” he said, just before he buried his elongated teeth into her femoral artery.
Gunther tensed for a second before he flew into action. Using his preternatural strength, he jumped and burst through the window, landing beside the life-sucking spawn from Hell. He growled into the creature’s ear as he easily snapped its neck. “And I am Death.”

He reached out and trailed his fingers down her chilled cheek. "Your skin is so soft." He shook his head. "You are so beautiful, so young. I do not remember what it is like to be so innocent." He stared deep into her eyes. The sparkling green depths of his own were filled with such pain, such loneliness and longing that it made her bosom hurt. "Come. I will lead you home."

He took her by the arm as if to lead her from the ever-darkening wood. She stopped, pulled her arm free from his grasp and, caring naught about her old skirt, sat on the ground at his feet.

"What in the name of God do you think you are doing?"

The sound of his voice reverberated through her, causing her breasts to tingle and their tips to harden to the point of pain. Her most private parts grew moist with her body's dew, dampening her shift and petticoats.

"You are one of them, are you not?" she asked as she boldly stared up into his too pale face. "How lonely you must be." She tilted her head, the thirst of her youthful curiosity needing slaked.

Curious, she looked around the dimly lit interior. Dance music blared from the loud speakers, reverberating throughout her system. A plethora of men stood around the circular bar, hungrily eyeing the few women who dared to patronize the place. They didn't nickname this bar 'The Meat Market' for nothing.

Vivianne tried not to make eye contact. She didn't want to encourage another man who didn't appear to be her type. She turned toward the door, wondering if she should just go home and her gaze found a new man entering the bar.

His black trench coat covered his torso and a fedora covered his head. He looked dark, mysterious. Black eyes, set in a stern implacable face stared into hers across the room, over the heads of the shorter men who surrounded him. He appeared young. She should be ashamed for even looking at him with hungry eyes.

She licked her lips. He was tall, almost too tall, and dark. How handsome he might be, remained to be seen. Ebony eyebrows slashed over those dangerous eyes. Lips that seemed a hair too red for a man, curved into a smile as he strode her way.        

His slow gait and confident expression definitely belonged to a man who didn't expect to be rejected. He stood before her, still wearing his hat and coat. His hand reached out.

"Dance?"

His expression had been so sure, so confident that Vivianne wanted to say no just to make a point. Instead, she found herself inexplicably placing her hand in his, allowing him to pull her to her feet. She looked up into those dark eyes and felt lost. His intense stare held her prisoner. She swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Yes, I'd love to."

He led her onto the dance floor just as a slow song started to play.

"Why don't you take your hat and coat off?"

"It adds an air of mystery, don't you think?"

Her thoughts told her this man didn't need more mystery shrouding him. His black eyes and hair lent an air of darkness around him. His too pale skin gave him an ethereal look. If she couldn't feel his warmth seeping into her skin through his coat, she could have believed him a corpse due to the whiteness of his skin.

"I don't think you need much more mystery surrounding you. Speaking of mystery, what's your name?"

“You have got to be the strangest vampire I’ve ever met.” She kept her tone low, since Deb couldn’t seem to stay away from their table. The woman kept bending over the booths on the other side, cleaning the seats and wiggling her ass toward them. The short skirt of the tight uniform rode up her thighs, exposing part of her ass and the fact that she wore a thong.

I didn’t know they made butt floss that big, she thought cattily. Her companion almost choked on his steak and gurgled out a laugh. She scowled at the proof that he’d read her mind again.

“What do you want? An old timer vamp? You’re in the wrong district for that. Besides, I was just turned about twenty years ago.”

“Turned?”

“Sure. You did know you could be turned, didn’t you?” He looked her over. “He didn’t offer? I mean after the accident.” He waved his fork at her face. “He didn’t offer to turn you? You would have healed faster, better. No scars. Don’t tell me he didn’t offer it to you.”

She nodded. “He did.”

“Then why didn’t you accept?”

Tears ran down her face. “I don’t know. I guess I had some idealistic man in my head who would tell me everything would be all right. Someone who would say, the scars don’t matter because I love you.” She turned to look out the window to her right. The dark street was nearly empty. Everyone was either already home or still partying next door till closing time. “I was stupid.” She pushed her chili away, no longer hungry.

“He never told you that?”

Tavia shook her head. “He offered to turn me so I could heal without the scars. Then all I could think of was that he only wanted me because I was beautiful, not for me. I want him—”she sobbed, “—I need him to love me, for me.” She brought her hands to her chest before covering her face with her hands and wept.

The door opened behind her and she felt her husband’s presence. He was upset, but she still no felt anger from him. Not the type she would have expected, anyway. The anger emanating from him felt directed at himself.

“Hello, Darrin.”

“Hiya, Logan. What brings you out so late?”

“Your little tête-à-tête with my wife perhaps?”

Tavia blew her nose into the napkin she’d pulled from the shiny metal holder on the table, then turned to face her husband. “You two know each other?”