Desire Awakened (Aaron's Kiss #13) (10 page)

Logan didn’t even ask how this Tristan was
related. Everyone he met was either an aunt or an uncle. Lizzy
smiled and told him it was a kid’s game, as that was all that
Tristan made.

The phone ringing startled everyone, and
when Lizzy reached for it, he laughed when her dad smacked her
hand. It was his home, he told her. But the moment he said hello,
Logan knew that something was wrong. He looked at him as he talked
to the person on the other end.

“Yes, I know who Logan Burris is. No, I
don’t believe I will. Well, if that’s the way you…” The long pause
made Aaron angry so much so that his eyes turned that dark red
again. “We shall see, won’t we, and in the meantime, I’d like to
tell you something. When you fuck with one of mine, you fuck with
me. And when you do that, know that I come with a great deal more
power behind me than your average vampire. You should call the
Council and ask them about pissing in my sandbox.”

Aaron hung up the phone and held up his hand
when Lizzy started to ask him who it had been. When Mathew walked
in the room, Logan nearly reached for him to keep him out of harm’s
way.

“Hey, Grandpa, come and play some Collect
the Money with me.”

Aaron seemed to melt before his eyes as he
stared at Mathew.

“Dad and Lizzy said it would be okay if I
called you that, right?”

“It’s perfect, and your timing couldn’t have
been planned better. Thank you.” As Aaron walked by him, he reached
out and hugged him. “Thank you for the greatest gift a man could
ask for from his children. Someone to call him grandpa.”

Megan tried to find the number on the
Internet, as well as the reverse directory that she’d paid fifty
dollars for. Nothing. The only person she could think it would have
been who’d called yesterday and hung up was her sister. She was
forever borrowing someone’s phone and not leaving a message when
Megan didn’t answer. But this person had called her business and
Megan had answered it.

“You have any of that stuff that’ll make
your hair grow?”

Megan looked at the woman who had been in
here for over an hour asking the most ridiculous questions. Most of
which she’d answered, “No, we’re not that kind of shop.” But she
kept asking. “I don’t know what you mean. You want your hair to
grow longer?” The woman nodded and Megan mentally rolled her eyes.
“Yes, here it is.”

She handed her a bottle of wart removal and
went back to the counter to check to see if anything on the number
had popped up yet. Still searching was the story of her life. She
looked down at the newspaper clipping she’d found this morning.

“Millionaire Logan Burris to wed Elizabeth
MacManus.” First he tries to take her building from her, and now he
was marrying the bane of her existence. Lizzy had been making her
life hell since she’d met her over seventy years ago. She looked up
as the woman asked another question.

“You carry any of those candles?”

Megan looked around the room at the nearly
four dozen candles she had out on display.

“Not those. The kind that will transport you
to other realms.”

Megan stared at her for a long moment,
wondering if anyone would miss her if she were to suddenly
disappear. Coming around the corner of her counter, she went to the
door and told the woman it was time to go.

“But your sign says five o’clock. It’s not
even three yet.”

Megan looked at her watch and groaned. She
didn’t care if it was noon; she was closing up. “It’s closing time
now. I have a batch of ‘grow a second head’ brewing in the back and
it’s about ready to come out of the pot.” The woman stared at her
for several seconds and Megan felt a shiver of fear roll down her
back. “You’ll need to leave now.”

The woman nodded and turned to leave. But
not before falling into her and nearly knocking them both to the
floor. She was gone before Megan could hurt her for being so
stupid. She was locking the door when she realized that her things
were still on the counter and hadn’t been paid for.

She couldn’t afford this much longer. This
store front was draining her resources. If she didn’t have to pay
rent for this building, she’d be fine, but her landlord, a greedy
prick, had decided six months ago that if she was going to live
there and have a shop, he should get three times the amount. It
still made no sense to her, but according to the free advice she
got on one of those hotlines about rights, they said it was his
building and she had no lease. But if she wanted to take him to
court for a small fee of ten thousand dollars, they’d represent
her.

“If I had that sort of money, I’d just buy
the building next door and move in.” Only now she couldn’t because
Burris had decided that he wanted it and had offered twice that.
“Fucking rich bastard.”

She looked at the paper again and wondered
why he was marrying Lizzy and if he knew what she was. Probably.
Vampires needed sex like they needed blood and she would have taken
a hunk out of him by now. Megan ran her finger down Logan’s cheek
in the picture.

Handsome didn’t begin to describe the man.
Dark hair and the greenest eyes she’d ever seen on anything. She
knew the kid had them too, and she had tried to change her eyes to
match. All she’d managed to do was make herself blind for several
hours. No matter what the magic, you couldn’t make a permanent
change to your own body that others would recognize. It was
forbidden.

“And because the queen says so then it has
to be a fact.” Megan went about her business of closing up her shop
and making sure that things were where they were supposed to be.
She did find an odd item among the things that the woman had
had.

It was a pretty green bottle with a cork in
it. It appeared to be empty, so she opened it and sniffed to see if
there was odor in it in the event she wanted to use it for
something. But as it looked, it was devoid of smells as well.
Putting it into her pocket, she took it upstairs with her along
with the newspaper.

The news on the television had a small
snippet about Logan’s house burning down, which she watched. The
man had driven her to this. As well as a little something about the
break-in at the building he worked in. The news anchor had said
that the two were unrelated.

Unrelated? How was that possible? She’d had
them done on the same day by the same group of wolves. They had
been instructed to make it look like a murder, but had found no one
in either building. It was actually her that had ended up burning
down the house, as her anger had gotten the best of her. Damn it
all to hell. Unrelated?

After making her a light dinner of salad and
boiled eggs, she went to the basement of her building. She unlocked
the door to the little room she’d built, walked in, and sat down on
the chair. The woman there looked up, but she didn’t speak to
her.

“It’ll do you no good not to talk to me.
I’ve proven to you over and over that I’m going to get the
information I need whether you give it to me or not.” The woman
flinched when Megan reached out to touch her. “You’re afraid of me.
Good. Now tell me what your ex-husband fears the most. And don’t
tell me it’s about the brat. He’s too smart for his own good, and I
can’t make him do what I want this far from him.”

She didn’t move. Megan was sort of glad she
didn’t talk. She had a voice that would cut through steel and leave
it sharp and jagged. Even her memories were hard to take at times.
She was the most annoying person she knew and would lie about
everything. Actually, Megan thought that a good trait as long as
she didn’t lie to her. That pissed her off.

“Tight places. Especially in the dark.”

The information was freely given and Megan
didn’t trust it. So she reached into the woman’s mind and raped it.
There was so much useless crap that it took her several minutes to
find it. By the time she was finished, the woman’s nose was
bleeding and she hung limply in the chains that held her to the
wall. Megan figured she would last another couple of days, but not
much longer than that.

That didn’t bother Megan other than the fact
that she’d have to figure out what to do with the carcass. Over the
decades she’d been alive, it was getting harder and harder to find
places to hide the bodies. And with technology so behind in this
world, she couldn’t find a way to rid herself of them out in
cyberspace either.

It was time to pay her little buddies a
visit. Especially Lizzy. That woman had been a pain in her ass
since she’d bloodied her nose when they’d been ten. And she’d never
been able to get her mind to wrap around the fact that she’d not
used magic to best her. The fucking bitch was going to pay.

~~~

The house was perfect. As Lizzy walked from
one room to the next, she marveled at the sheer size of it, as well
as how well it had been maintained. The house was as old as her
parents’ house, but this one had sublevels that the realtor hadn’t
understood. She’d told her and Logan that the previous owners must
have had a real fear of the end of the world.

“The rooms are set up with locks on the
inside. There are bathrooms in each room as well as a small
kitchenette. They had to think they’d be down here for a while and
wanted to be able to sustain themselves.”

Lizzy smiled and looked at Logan.
“What
they really wanted to do was come down here and not be killed from
the sun.”
She spoke to Logan through their connection so he’d
get used to it.
“Of course, being a human, she wouldn’t know
that.”

“
Lizzy, I want you.”

She turned to look at him.

“
Right now, I want to fuck you so badly
that my cock hurts. Send her away and I’ll make it worth your
while.”

The woman left the room without a word, and
Lizzy locked the door from where she was. Logan walked to her and
she felt her body respond to his like he was already touching
her.

“You mentioned sucking my cock.”

She nodded and reached out to run her hand
up his thigh to his hard shaft.

“I want you to undress me and take me into
your mouth.”

Lizzy unsnapped his jeans and slowly lowered
his zipper. She watched his face, waiting for some sign that she
was doing something he liked. When she had his pants opened, she
reached into them and cupped him through his boxers. He moaned and
rocked into her hand.

Moving down on her knees, she pulled his
jeans down until they were to his knees and reached up to pull his
boxers off. His cock was already thick and leaking at the tip, and
she licked the tiny pearl off.

“Run your tongue around the crown, then
along the length.”

She did as he instructed, then suckled on
the dark head.

“Christ, baby, that’s it.”

Learning him was delicious. Every time she
tasted more of him on her tongue, she found she wanted more. When
he curled his fingers into her hair, she looked up at him and saw
that he had his eyes closed and he was breathing hard. She reached
into his mind and let him feel what she was feeling. He looked down
at her.

“Can I do that?” She nodded. It took him a
few seconds, but once he figured out how to do it, she was flooded
with him. Images began to hit her. Him coming over her body, her
riding his mouth as he ate her. Even as she tried to sort them, he
sent her more and more until she was sliding her fingers down to
her pussy.

He stepped back and she reached for him. His
cock was wet from her mouth, and his precum was in a long stream
from the tip. Licking her lips, she moved toward him and he told
her to stop.

“The floor. I want you on the floor so I can
eat you. I need to taste you before I come inside of that sweet
pussy.”

She stood and stripped quickly, leaving a
trail of her clothes as she tossed them from her. As soon as she
was naked, he told her to lie down.

He stood over her for several seconds before
he spoke again. “You look like a feast. Something that I can gorge
myself on for months and never get enough. Open your legs for me. I
want to see how wet you are.”

She spread her legs for him and bent her
knees up. He moaned and got down on his knees. As soon as he rolled
to his back, she sat up and looked at him.

“You’re going to ride my mouth,” he said.
“I’ve wanted you to do that for weeks now, but every time I’m near
you all I can think about is being inside of you. Come here.”

She moved over his chest and he told her to
turn around. Now she could see the advantage of being in this
position. His cock was right in front of her. Leaning down, she
took him into her mouth and nearly screamed when he pulled her down
and suckled her clit.

Lizzy experimented with him, learning what
made him come up off the floor deeper into her mouth to what made
his cock leak more. Every time he nipped at her, she’d nip back.
Her fangs dropped and she ran them along his thigh to feel him
shudder beneath her. When she felt his mouth at the vein in her
thigh, she reached to him and told him to think of biting her,
sinking his teeth into her and drinking from her. She found his own
vein in his leg and licked along it. Wrapping her hand around his
cock, she sank her fangs into his leg and fisted his cock. He came
hard and quick, his body jerking hers so hard that he nearly bucked
her off. Then she screamed.

He’d bitten her, and her climax, close to
the edge already, detonated around her, sizzling her blood in her
body and making her want more. Sealing the tiny wound, she took his
cock into her mouth and sucked his cum from him, filling her body
as he took from her.

Lifting her head from him, she rolled off
and to her hands and knees. He came up behind her and slammed into
her. His hands at her hips dug deeply into her, leaving marks she
knew would be gone long before the memory of what he was doing to
her ever faded. Leaning over her, pressing her head to the floor,
he took her like an animal.