Her Vampire Ward (5 page)

He
let up his grip and I took a deep breath. Blood rushed to my head,
and I started to cry out, but he cut me off again. And still I
writhed below him, tried to take him deeper.

He
seemed to know when I couldn't handle any more. He cut off my airway,
induced dizziness and panic and had me bucking wildly beneath him.
And then release, and I'd call his name and come back to earth. I'd
never experienced anything like it; it was scary, and intense. How he
played me so easily was a mystery.

Then,
while he held my throat tight, his other hand traveled lower and
circled my clit. I went stiff and shook all over, my orgasm crashing
through me so hard, I wondered if I'd had a stroke. Every other sense
but the feel of my pulsing core went utterly blank.

When
I came to my senses, I was on my back again. His face hovered above
mine. "Welcome back," he said with a smirk. I was still so
overwhelmed, I couldn't conjure up a clever response.

I
kissed him instead. He stroked my hair and moved inside me once
again. He entered easily this time - I was positively dripping after
that earth-shattering orgasm.

"That
was unbelievable," I whispered.

"We
pick up a few tricks over the centuries." He held me tight
against him and rocked us slowly, his cock rubbing against every
sensitive part of me. "Teach me my name again. I've almost got
it."

"Alek,"
I purred. I moaned his name again and again as he rolled his hips. I
was quickly, unbelievably, growing closer to the edge again. He
stoked a fire in me that I didn't even know I had, a passion that I'd
buried long ago in the name of the job.

"Don't
come until I've learned it," he breathed. I held his face in my
hands and said it again. He closed his eyes and furrowed his brow. As
if he was taking it all in, committing the moment, the name, to his
memory forever. As if placing me there as well. I trembled beneath
him, whispered his name again.

"You're
close."

"Yes."

"I
am, too. Call it for me."

I
turned my head and bared my neck to him, an unspoken offering. A
growl rose in his throat. He suddenly thrust into me, hard, once,
twice, then sank his teeth in. I cried out his name as I came once
more, screamed it, "Alek, oh God," overtaken by a wave of
pleasure that bordered on painful after so much of it.

He
came with me. He released my neck, and a shaky cry emerged from his
lips. I could feel his cock throbbing as he spurted inside me, and I
whispered his new name once more.

It
was a moment before either of us regained our bearings. He laughed
weakly when he did, dropping his weight next to me. I didn’t
get to ask him what was so funny - I dozed right off, still entwined
in his arms.

-

The
shaking woke us before the sounds could. Faraway concussions made the
cans on the shelves dance in place. Dust rose and fell all around us.

Alek’s
arms grew stiff around me. “What’s going on?”

Another
boom. Our little concrete bunker shook again. This one sounded
closer.

“
The
warlock,” he said.

“
Be
still.” I strained my ears. I heard another explosion, far
away, and then another nearly right on top of us. Our lone lightbulb
flickered, and a few water bottles rolled free. Alek squeezed my arm.

“
Give
me one of your knives. I can cast again if I have to.”

“
No!”
I had never seen blood magic performed. I didn’t want to, ever,
and I especially didn’t want to see him do that to himself.
“Wait. Just listen.” Another hit, further away in a
different direction. It sounded like thunder, but the storm wasn’t
coming from one area or staying in one spot. “He doesn’t
know where we are.”

“
If
this whole thing caves in, it won’t matter.” I sat up,
and he closed his eyes.

“
Stop
thinking like that. I can see it on your face.” I listened to
the thunderous booms for a time, one after another, some close, some
far. The hits became more frequent, but the distance more erratic. I
laughed.

“
What's
funny?” I lay back down, my head on his chest, and he wrapped
his arms around me once again. Still I laughed. “Stop. Please.
Don't lose it now.”

“
He
has no idea where we are,” I choked out, “He’s
lashing out. He’s having a tantrum, Alek. We’re in the
home stretch.” My laughter drove tears from my eyes, and I
wiped them away. I didn’t know why I couldn’t stop
laughing. Maybe because I hadn’t even realized how afraid I was
until the fear was gone. Maybe I hadn’t truly believed we would
make it.

“
Shh,”
Alek said, caressing my arms with his fingertips, “See? You
were right. You kept us safe.”

-

Daniel
finally came for us four hours later. We slept some, and spent the
rest of that time going over the rules that would keep him hidden and
safe under his new identity. He had the hang of his name - he didn’t
need to review that any longer.

It
was a tense few moments when we heard the door unlocking above us,
but Daniel called down as soon as it swung open. It was night when we
climbed out - a relief for Alek.

We
were separated immediately - me to go back to the motel to debrief,
he to his new life.

They
took me off his case. I couldn’t lie to my brother.

“
I’m
sorry,” I told him, “I’m emotionally compromised on
this one.”

“
It
happens,” he said. It did; more than the company liked to
discuss. But it never had to me. Not before Alek.

I
had to close my eyes to ask. I hated that I’d let the job get
so far out of control. “Can I see him one more time? Before we
pull out?”

“
It
will have to be brief.”

-

Alek
Yerzov was a new vampire in a new town. He didn’t know anyone
who lived there. He didn’t have any family. He became a vampire
only eighty years ago. Sometimes he worked as a bartender. Sometimes
he worked as a nighttime security officer. Sometimes he drove a taxi.
Alek was a vampire drifter with no real ties. No sister. No vampire
murderers or warlocks after him. No witness protection agent falling
for him, fast and hard, anywhere in the world. Alek would blend in
until it was time to move on.

“
I
don’t know when the trial is happening,” he said, “Not
yet. It’s all very up in the air.”

“
I
know.” We stood in the entryway of his new apartment. My
brother and the other agents waited downstairs. I only had a few
minutes before he came up and bodily dragged me home.

“
How
will I find you? Once it’s over?” He held my hand. We
hadn’t seen each other since emerging from the bunker. I’d
wondered if it was only the intensity of the situation that had drawn
us together, fanned the flames between us. I thought maybe the magic
would be gone.

I
leaned back against the door. It was all still there. Only my waiting
brother kept me from wrapping myself around Alek right there. “I’ll
see you at the trial,” I said, “I’ve got a couple
contacts to keep me updated. I’ll be waiting for it.”

He
nodded, and kissed me, one last time before who-knew-when. My phone
beeped - a text from my brother, certainly, telling me to hurry the
hell up.

“
Be
safe,” I said, “Follow the rules. Contact no one.”

“
I
know. I’ve got it.” I believed him. The defeated
expression that he’d worn when I met him was gone, now. One
last look at him, and I forced my feet to carry me out the door and
down the stairs. The bad feeling had disappeared, the one where I was
sure we’d lose the client. Still, just to be certain - I took
out my phone and tapped through the security feeds I normally watched
back at the motel. I’d added the camera from the bank across
the street from Alek’s new apartment. The one with magical
detection. The one the area’s field agents would be watching,
that I shouldn’t be bothering with, that wasn’t part of
my job or responsibility. Just to keep an eye out. Maybe it was
over-cautious, but this was one client I wasn’t going to lose.

If you enjoyed this story, check out the author's
debut short,
The
Willing Virgin Sacrifice – Part 1 of The Demon Curse
:

Innocent
orphan Lorna is convinced she is bad luck. Her village suffers from
famine and plague, and blame it on an adjacent camp of demons, who
are trapped in the area by an ancient curse. When Lorna leaves to
sacrifice herself to the evil creatures with the hopes of alleviating
her people's misfortune, she doesn't know what to expect.
What
begins as a dangerous journey through a snowstorm, soon becomes a hot
and steamy first-time sexual awakening, and nothing about the curse
and about Lorna herself is quite what it seems.

Excerpt:

Sigrun let
the fur cape drop from her shoulders, and pulled her back against his
chest. He trapped her against him with one arm across her ribs, below
her breasts. “Did you cast a spell to dispel the curse?”
he asked, “Or is it just your presence?” His breath was
hot on her ear. His other hand roamed down her side, down her thigh,
below her ass. He squeezed one cheek, his handling rougher than
Thrain’s had been. She lifted to her toes.

“
No
spells,” she breathed. Thrain studied her face. She was keenly
aware of how trapped she was, but Sigrun’s attentions were
making it hard to think. He released her cheek and caressed the skin
below, lazily trailing to her inner thigh. She adjusted her stance to
spread her legs and give him easier access. She realized she was
panting, and tried to slow her breathing. Why did they keep asking
her about spells? She felt his dick hard against her back, and leaned
into him, pressing herself against it. Why wouldn’t he just
touch her, already?

Thrain
looked over her shoulder and exchanged a look with Sigrun. Thrain
shrugged. Sigrun whispered in her ear, “You aren’t
allowed to come until you tell us the truth.” Thrain put his
mouth over one of her nipples and circled it with his tongue, slowly,
and held the other, making circles with his thumb. She moaned and
closed her eyes. He kneaded her soft flesh, switched his mouth from
one side to the other. Sigrun continued to touch her inner thigh,
caressing the skin but staying away from her center.

“
Are
you a witch?” he asked. She shook her head, moaned again. She
longed to touch Thrain, to touch either one of them, really, but her
arms were pinned at her sides beneath Sigrun’s strong grip.
There was no escape, but she wouldn’t have wanted to, if she
could. “Answer truthfully.”

“
I’m
not a witch.” She could hear the strain in her own voice.
Sigrun chuckled. He toyed with her between her legs, touched her
outer lips, touched the wetness there, but gave her no pressure, no
friction, none of the real contact she was so yearning for. Thrain
grazed a hardened pink nipple with his teeth, and she gasped. If this
was how they questioned their prisoners, it was an exquisite torture.
Were they going to try to make her beg? Words tumbled from her mouth
unbidden. “I’m not a witch. Rumor was, my grandmother may
have been. I never knew her. I never knew my own mother. I don’t
know anything about magic. I swear it. I swear it!”

Thrain
and Sigrun exchanged another look, and this time Thrain nodded.

Or
check out another short by the author,
Chasing
the Wolf
:

Foul-mouthed
Jersey girl Cathy is finally in the home stretch of her bridesmaid
nightmare. If she has to endure one more dress fitting, watch one
more wedding show, or glue one more craft together, she's going to
lose her damn mind.

When
she encounters what appears to be a tame wolf on the edge of the
woods, she leaps at the excuse to sneak away. What she finds beneath
the moonlight, though, is a very handsome, very naked man, telling
her that werewolves are real and that they met by fate. But she's far
more interested in his body than his words...

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