Force of Knight Magic (4 page)

“No.
No
,
I don’t.
I think you’re beautiful.”
He moaned when she licked at his areola and hiss
ed
through his teeth when she bit him.
“My skin is getting a lot hotter too.”

He wanted to slow her down
,
but he wanted her desperately to touch him everywhere.
However,
if she kept this up, he’d be inside of her sooner than he wanted.
Well, sooner than she would be ready for him.

“Lay back on the counter for me.
I want to taste you.”
She looked up at him with glazed eyes and his fangs burst through his gums.
“Holly, I’m going to eat your pussy, lay back for me.”

He opened her legs as he got down on his knees before her.
He could smell her scent and it called to him.
Licking her thigh to just where her leg met her hip
,
he slid his hand up to her trimmed soft nether lips.

“Have you ever had a man eat you before?”
She shook her head at his question.
“Good.
I’m going to drink from you, lick you
,
and drink your nectar when you come.
Then when you’re ready, I’m going to slide my cock deep into you and take you.
Do you know what that means?”

“You’re going to bite me and then drink my blood.
Will I be your mate then?”
Her voice made his cock jump in his jeans.
“Will I be able to bite you too
,
Phil?”

“Yes,” he told her.
“When you come with me
,
I’m going to give you my wrist and you’ll drink from me while I take from your throat.
Holly, if this isn’t what you want, now is the time to tell me.”

He waited for her to speak, waited for her answer.
He’d never want her to feel that she’d had no choice.
And he’d never forgive himself if she thought she didn’t.
He didn’t touch her again as he watched her
;
emotions ran across her face quickly.

“I don’t know. I want you
,
but I don’t know if…I don’t want you to think I’m only teasing you.”
He nearly whimpered at her when she leaned back again.
“I want you to make love to me, but I’m…I don’t think I’m ready for anything more right now.
Understand?”

In answer
,
he slid his finger deep inside of her and watched her face.
When her eyes fluttered close
d,
he let them.
As much as he wanted to see her eyes change when she came, he didn’t want her to see how much she was hurting him.
Lowering his head to where his fingers were dancing inside of her, Phil took his first taste of paradise.

She came within seconds
;
his small bit of compulsion when he told her to come was all it took.
He took his fill of her cum as it poured from her body.
Over and over he drank from her until she sobbed for him to stop.
He thought she’d c
o
me at least half a dozen times and he still wanted to give her more.
Standing now
,
he tore his pants open and freed his cock.

“Please. I want to feel you deep inside of me.
Please, Phil. I want to feel you deep.”
He wanted to give her what she wanted
,
but knew that if he took her now, he’d bite and as much as he wanted to come deep inside of her heat, he didn’t want to taste her without permission.
“Please.”

“I can’t
,
baby.
I want to come on you.
I want to—
m
other fuck.” She pushed him to the floor.
Before he could try to ascertain what had happened
,
she
had
straddled him and his cock was at her entrance.
“Holly, don’t.
If you do that, you’re mine.
I’ll be your mate and—
”

She screamed out his name as she impaled herself over him
. H
e was buried as deep as he could be inside of her.
He held her hips still as she sat there.
His cock felt strangled as her body adjusted
to
his size.
She lifted her head finally and looked down at him, tears streaming down her face.

“You w
ere
n’t going to make love to me
,
were you?”
He shook his head.
“I told you that I wanted you
,
just not for us to exchange blood.
Why?”

He flipped her over to her back and he rocked deep inside of her.
“Because we’re mated now.
Even if I don’t take your blood, which I want to more than my next breath, I can still claim you by filling you with my seed.”
He rocked again, harder this time
,
and she moaned with him.
“I’m going to fill you
,
Holly.
And then I’m going to take your throat.
You took me
;
I’m going to take you.”

He moved slowly at first, feeling her sheath hug him.
Then as she moved with each of his strokes
,
he moved faster, harder, deeper into her.
Taking her breast into his mouth
,
he scraped his fangs over the hard tip and then suckled it.
Running his hand up her throat
,
he moved her so that he could bite
,
knowing that he couldn’t take her this way.
Never would he take what she did not freely offer.

“Come, Holly.
Come now.”
Even as she climaxed once, twice
,
and then a third time
,
he felt his fangs stretch
,
the need to claim hard on him as he came with her.
When she slipped away, fell into an exhaust
ed
sleep, he took her wrist to his mouth.
“So that I can watch over you.”

The bite was small
. S
he didn’t even flinch when he pierced her skin.
The blood
,
however small
an
amount
,
was enough.
He would be able to find her anywhere and at any
time.
He knew it was wrong
,
but after today he simply didn’t care.

Lifting her up
,
Phil took her to the still running shower.
She woke a little
,
but not fully
,
so he did most of the work himself.
By the time he’d washed her hair with his shampoo and then rinsed it, he was hard again.
He doubted that he’d ever get enough of her.
Laying her onto his bed, Phil dressed again. He had to go and find out what he could about the carnage downstairs.

There were enough cops and other official personnel around that it would be small wonder if they were
able
to collect anything but cop
DNA
.
Myles looked around the room again and thought maybe this was the worst crime scene he’d ever been on.
Yeah, he thought, it was worse than that bus ac
cident
a few years ago where fifty-three people had been killed.

“S
a
rge, there’s a guy here to see you. Says he might have something about the case you’d be interested in.”
Myles looked at the officer before looking to where he pointed.
“He said his name is Gregory Hooper.”

Myles took the information that the cop had written down and read it.
Gregory Hooper was a retired detective from Georgia.
T
he man
was
standing by the yellow tape that stopped most of the people from coming in and
Myles
could see that
he
was probably a lot older than he looked. He wasn’t sure why he thought that, but figured he’d listen to what he had to say.
He walked over to him and took his hand when offered.
The closer he got
,
the older the man seemed to be.
Myles thought
him
to be in his late seventies.

“Myles Kramer, homicide detective for this district
.
” Myles introduced himself as they shook.
“My officer tells me you might have something to offer on this…case?”

He looked around and then back at Myles.
That was when
Myles
noticed the deep scars in his throat and cheek. Before he could comment on it, Gregory looked him in the eye as if he knew what he was thinking.

“Is there somewhere we can go to talk?
I don’t…if you don’t believe me
,
I’d rather not have any witnesses again.
I’ve been told I was crazy before and I don’t much care for it even after all this time.”

Myles nodded and told one of the men milling about to call him on his cell if and when the coroner showed up.
The crime scene boys couldn’t do a damned thing without someone there to pronounce that the several hundred body parts for the three men and the woman strewn about the room were all dead.

They ended up in a conference room just around the corner from the bar.
The hotel was clearing out quickly and Myles really couldn’t blame the patrons.
Once word started to get out that there was someone killing off the guest
s
, it sort of put a damper on the fun here in the Big Apple.

“I used to work homicide too. Though I wasn’t a detective back then.
I was just a beat cop who was pulled in to do a little leg work for the big boys.”
Gregory smiled at Myles as he continued.
“We didn’t have all this stuff that you boys have now.
It was a lot more guess work th
a
n anything else.”

“We still do a lot of guessing too.
Most of the time that’s all it is and a lucky break.
The cops have gotten a lot smarter
,
but so have the criminals.
More so I think than us if you want to know the truth.”
Myles looked up as one of the girls that had been in the back room of the bar when everything went hinky walked in.
“The desk guy said we can use this room. If it’s a problem then we can—
”

“No, he said to ask you if you needed anything.
He said he’d like you to get this solved quickly and making you happy is our next priority.”
Myles looked at Gregory and he shook his head.
“Just some water if you don’t mind.
After you bring it in we’d like to not be disturbed. Police business
,
you know.”

She moved a cart into the room that had been out of his sight.
There were two pitchers of water
and
an assortment
of
soft drinks
as well as
some glasses and ice.
Myles didn’t know who the guy thought he was serving in here
,
but the two of them could drink for a month and not drink all this.
After the girl left, refusing a tip, Gregory started again.

“I was helping out on this case
,
you see.
It was back awhile when a bunch of bodies showed up.
They’d been torn up.”
The man reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out an envelope.
“Mind
,
we didn’t have the cameras there
are
now to take pictures
,
but I think you’ll see what I did.”

Myles opened the envelope and several pictures, all five
-
by
-
sevens
,
spilled out on the conference table.
They were all in black and white
,
but he didn’t need color to tell him that it was the same as he had in the bar now.

“Where was this?”
He sorted through the pictures and counted three men and one woman.
“Did you ever find the killer?”

“Jersey City
,
and no.
They were all in a bar or something similar to it.
Nothing much like the one you’re in now.
Back then there were more witnesses
,
or I should say more people around.
They didn’t have anything to tell us.
All we got out of them was they were suddenly covered in blood.”
Gregory, using his finger
,
pushed a photo of a girl to him.
“This here is Theresa.
She was the first one that called us.
She screamed to the dispatcher that the
re
were a hundred people dead and that she thought maybe about that many people had done the killing.”