Kept: An Erotic Anthology

Kept

An Erotic Anthology

Copyright © 2014 by Holly Roberts, Angela Castle, Cari Silverwood, Sorcha Black, C.L. Scholey, Leia Shaw

Published by WC Press

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Crimson Warriors
by Holly Roberts

Soul Bonds
by Angela Castle

Precious Sacrifice
by Cari Silverwood

Succumb
by Sorcha Black

Universe Hunters
by C.L. Scholey

My Scottish Keeper
by Leia Shaw

Crimson Warrior

By Holly Roberts

Chapter 1

“What are you willing to do for your country, Command Sergeant Myers?”

The question threw me. What wasn’t I willing to do?

I’d been fighting in this damn war since it started and I wasn’t about to stop now. I stood in the General’s makeshift office next to my commanding officer, Major Vic. Vic obviously knew why I was here, but he hadn’t offered up a clue. Normal for a fucking officer and quite normal for a Sergeant to get fucked. Something was going on that I wouldn’t like but that’s the military for you.

“Take a seat.” The General nodded to a chair while the tent’s sides billowed from a strong desert breeze that did nothing to cool down the interior.

Yep, wouldn’t like this at all. I took the offered seat.

Dressed in camouflage BDUs, my brown hair pulled back tightly in a bun, I’d removed my camo-cap from my head when I’d entered. I wasn’t comfortable in the least. I’d need a couple shots of tequila to get me to that point. Vic took the other seat while looking anywhere but at yours truly.

Fucking prick, I was trying to remember why I liked him.

“Command Sergeant Myers, we have a situation.”

The military always had a situation but they rarely involved me without my men. I knew this wasn’t another deployment because my orders always came straight from Vic. He dealt with the uppity ups, and me and my men killed the enemy. I liked it that way.

The general stayed silent for a minute. I guess he wanted to let my tension level rise higher. The man needed to just fucking spit it out. I wasn’t good at dealing with the brass and I couldn’t stand a pussy. The General qualified for both titles.

His face flushed slightly before he cleared his throat… again. “How do you feel about sex?”

He rushed the words together and I had to blink a few times to give myself calculating room. You know—one plus one equals five million. Holy shit. A general, in the US military, asked me about sex. Oh, the fun I could have with this but that wouldn’t get me the promotion they passed me over for six months ago.

Decisions, decisions.

I had a sensual voice when I wanted to use it and now seemed like a good time, “I like sex very much General, Sir.” I’d chosen the middle—enticing tone but respectful. I wanted that damn promotion.

Now it was Vic’s turn to clear his throat. He’d never treated me differently than any other military personnel. He didn’t watch his language or pull his punches, so I hoped like fuck he would give me the straight up.

“May I General? I’ve known Command Sergeant Myers for years and I know she prefers plain speaking.”

Vic was right. I’m the plain speaking, get the job done, don’t fuck up or I’ll kick your ass Army chick.

“Yes, Major Vic, please.” I couldn’t miss the relief on the General’s face.
Pussy!

“Kelly.”

What the hell! He used my first name!

My startled gaze focused on Vic.

“We’re at war.” He let the words hang like he was saying something I didn’t know. “This is a war we can’t afford to lose but our losses have been almost catastrophic. The U.S. government, hell any government could never have dreamed what we’re up against.”

I’d had enough. I fought in this war, my friends died in it. If Vic could call me by my first name in front of the general, he could lay it out there and put me out of my misery.

“Spit it out Vic.”

Relief made his shoulders slope just a fraction. He didn’t take his gaze from mine. “We have a prisoner um, err… guest, who could change the course of this war. He’s a vampire.”

My hands tightened into fists.

“He claims to be on our side.”

I couldn’t help myself. “That’s bullshit, Sir.”

His intense gaze didn’t release mine. “Maybe but we don’t think so. We face an enemy who doesn’t die easily or live by any rules we’ve ever seen in modern day warfare. These werewolves or whatever the hell they are, aren’t human. This man—vampire is different. He says there are more like him and they’re willing to help. He told us we’ll all be dead within three months without his people and we believe he’s giving an accurate account of our complete annihilation.”

Holy hell. When we faced the werewolves, they seemed unstoppable and our losses mounted higher and higher. We called them werewolves but really, they were more a hybrid cross between a wolf and man. They could run as fast on two legs as on four and they were stronger than shit with three-inch fangs that ripped just about everything to shreds. Human flesh or even military armor didn’t have a chance. If you weren’t torn apart immediately, their saliva held a poison we couldn’t combat and you died within forty-eight hours.

They also didn’t think like animals. They had the eastern United States under siege. Our last solid stronghold was the western U.S. and we’d been funneling civilians out of the war-torn states for months. We’d been ambushed repeatedly and if our troops survived the attack, the werewolves were impossible to track. They just disappeared whenever we got the upper hand, which wasn’t often. It took a dozen bullets to take one out and that was only if we concentrated on shooting them in the head and chest. When they were finally down for the count, they turned to dust. But no matter how many we killed, they kept coming.

I’d known it was bad, but three months? Chills ran down my spine and my muscles tightened with dread. Not of dying; I wasn’t afraid to die, but I had a baby sister in California with my parents and a brother fighting a few hundred miles away. I was afraid for them. Things had been bad for a few years but… three months.

I took the sex kitten out of my voice, “What do you need me to do?” Shit, I knew the answer. Vampire—blood. Oh and they’d asked me about sex. Heat traveled into my cheeks.

Now Vic’s eyes turned sympathetic. “We’ve tried two prostitutes but he’s turned them down. He demands a warrior and, before you get your hopes up, he’s not gay.”

Were there gay vampires? I’d never thought about it. Why my brain was going there, I didn’t know. The military’s motto since the war went to hell is… we don’t fucking care just get your ass out there in combat. Amazing how fighting for your life equalized sexual preference and sexual equality. Women were now on the front line dying next to their brothers. I was a command sergeant of an elite fighting unit and yes, I’d call myself a warrior. I didn’t think it was the time to be impressed with my status though.

I looked at Vic, reading sadness and desperation on his face.

Up until now, we knew very little about vampires. Weres killed humans. Humans fought back and fucking died. We suspected vamps helped the weres but we had no proof. What we did know was that vamps used sex to entice blood donors. My brother’s ex-girlfriend told me it was the most incredible orgasm of her life. I’d been shocked she’d admitted banging a bloodsucker but who was I to judge. Our new world was a different place—filled with monsters of which we had no understanding.

What was I willing to do for my country?

Fuck a vampire.

“Where’s he being held?” Proudly, my voice didn’t quiver. I was all business.

The General decided to man up, “That’s classified but you’ll be transported there and know soon enough.”

Well, fuck me. I knew I could push it and the General would spill the beans. They needed me to spread my legs too badly but I really didn’t give a shit where the vamp was. “Is his room monitored?”

The General’s face grew just a touch redder, “Of course.”

It was time to give my demands. “Get rid of the cameras, Sir. I’m not fucking or giving a blood donation for the benefit of a room full of military perverts. They can get their jollies another way.”

“You’ll do it?” Vic asked.

I stood up from my chair and looked back and forth between the two men. “You knew I fucking would, but with all due respect, I want my next promotion before the three month deadline. I don’t have the confidence in my sexual prowess that both of you seem to have. If you decide you want the vamps balls on a platter then I can guaranfuckingtee that I’m your girl. I’m good in the sack but I don’t know if I’m save the world good.”

The General didn’t blink an eye at my statement but the blood drained from his face. He opened a dark blue velvet box on the side of his desk. It rested among a clutter of papers that kept me from noticing it when I walked into the tent. Inside were gold bars. He handed the box to Major Vic who stood and turned to me.

“Captain Myers, it’s my honor to promote you.”

I wish I felt the honor. In less than ten minutes, I’d moved up nine pay grades and all because I was getting fucked.

Chapter 2

Twenty-four hours was my reprieve.

I was currently taking my fifth or sixth shot of rotgut tequila at the canteen, which was really nothing more than a large tent with tables, chairs, and unending alcohol. As of an hour ago, I qualified for the officers club but really… why would I want to sit around with a bunch of uptight pricks and drink my last night of unfucked freedom away?

“So, Cap’n? Whatcha gonna do the next time I tell you to shut your cock trap?” This came from Wiggs, a very drunk Wiggs but I actually preferred him this way.

Having bars meant nothing to these guys and I loved it. They cared about kill count. My unit had no idea what it took for me to get the bars on my shoulders and I was under strict orders to keep my cock trap shut.

“You know Wiggs, I’m gonna miss your cock. I keep hoping it will be bigger than a willy worm if I ever decide to grant it privileges.” Hell, even I could tell my voice was slurring all over the place but the team seemed to find me funny.

They slapped Wiggs on the back as he stumbled off to parts unknown. 

Selma, Corporal Selma Thane, our munitions expert, sat down beside me putting her arm across my shoulders. “You okay, Kells?”

I looked into my glass before tossing it back. What could I say?

She squeezed a little tighter and tears came to my eyes. It had to be the fucking alcohol. My lack of emotion was one of my best traits.

“Got my bars Sel, got my fucking bars.”

That was the last thing I remembered. I woke up puking over the side of my cot, my hair out of its standard bun and splattered in upchuck backwash jumping off the canvas floor.

“Uhhh, fuck.”

I finally quit spilling the contents of my stomach and progressed to dry-heaves. When that stopped, I rolled over with a moan, placing my arm across my eyes. The muted light coming from outside my tent created lightning rods of pain streaking through my brain.

I’d tried to drink myself to death but obviously, it didn’t work. I looked at my watch. In two hours, a plane was taking me to the vamp’s location. Forcing myself to sit up, I sidestepped my puke, reached for my cap, and pulled the bill low over my eyes. I needed a shower. I scrounged for something clean to wear but wasn’t sure if what I grabbed qualified. I made it to a makeshift shower, pulled the canvas flap closed and turned on the cold water. There was no need for warmth in the desert. We took showers to cool down and rinse the never-ending dust off our asses. I lathered my rationed soap determined to use it all because Vic told me anything I needed would be supplied once I met my vampire fuck toy.