Misty (18 page)

He had to force himself to stop. He knew who he was and where he was, and who was feeding him. He also knew he was bonded to this female in a way that he had never been tied to any other person in all the centuries he had walked this world. Now he needed to get up and protect her.

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She lost sight without closing her eyes and she felt him. She felt his long strong body. His long fingers and long legs and the long length of his erection that she realized was happening as he drank. At last she felt the teeth withdrawing as he used his tongue to seal the punctures and the cut. She sat there looking at him, breathing fast and deep. His eyes were now clear, pale blue again. He reached over and yanked out the stud.

“We will finish this the right way later. For now I have some business to take care of. I was right and it is what the Council had a right to fear. Your blood has added to my strength and talents. We will explore all of them later. Your blood has also healed me. That is something the Council thought was possible, which is why they wanted you.”

He stood up, looking unbelievable. Tall and muscular, tanned bare chest except for the gold amulet, tight black leather pants pushed by a high male erection and the wound where the stud had been in place healing even as she looked at it.

He pushed against the lock on the bar door and it swung open with a loud clank and groan of metal. He was a blur as the two Vampires jumped up but were down turning to dust almost before they fell completely. He came back, opened her cage by just pulling the door completely off. He stood with his strong legs spread to keep his balance with the movement of the trailer.

She stepped out into his arms and held on. She looked up, started by a reflex to pull away, but his arms were around her.

“I would have preferred a soft bed and lots of pillows for the first time, but because of the blood I can’t wait.” His eyes had a glow and she felt not the cold touch but a heat that rolled off of him. It seemed to seep into any part of her body that was touching him.

She thought she wanted to draw back, but suddenly her arms were tighter around his neck. He turned around with her clinging to him. She was so tight in his arms, as he pulled her against him, she felt the full height of his erection against her stomach. It was hot, strong, and it aroused her, so much that she pushed against him harder than he was holding her.

She knew inside her brain that this was wrong, but her body didn’t want to agree. She didn’t want to think. Maybe if they did have sex and it was quick and over, she would know that it was only sex like with any other man. She hadn’t been entirely excited by sex the few times she had experienced it, so why would this be any different? Except for the excitement of being with a super being.

He had her on her back on some type of covers and he was pulling her jeans off. This was happening so fast. Good she didn’t have to think, no time to think. The pull of her jeans took the simple shoes with them and he looked down with the blue eyes that had haunted her dreams. She waited for him to open his pants and mount her, but he pushed her knees apart and slid his hands slowly up the inside of her thighs.

The shock was the heat of those hands. She could feel her muscles working in response and blood rushing to the surface. She tried to move but he looked at her and shook his head no. He lowered his head and she felt the trail of his tongue, following one hand down the inside of a thigh until it got to the crease where the leg met her body and he bit her.

She let out a moan as a halo of pain and pleasure surged up from the teeth entering her flesh. She tried to push her hips up but he held her to the floor as he removed his lips. Suddenly he slipped his hand under her panties and was seeking the lips that he wanted. He found what he was looking for, a tiny nub that was already swollen, ready for attention. She threw her head back and tried to draw in enough air so she wouldn’t faint.

* * * *

He tore the panties and placed his lips on the nub, sucked as she rocked in pain and pleasure. He reached up and pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. His eyes locked on the pink tips, tight and upright, begging for attention. He took one in his fingers and rolled one roughly as he continued to draw the tiny nub into his mouth. He watched the muscles in her stomach clenched as she rolled through one orgasm after another. He turned his head and bit into the side of one lip and she screamed.

He licked the two spots and continued licking, moving up. He rose and undid his pants as he looked at her. He was so ready as the erection dropped out and forward. He had to take a moment to look at what he had created. She was so beautiful in all the sexual wantonness. Her legs wide and moisture seeping, one bite not sealed so small blood left two trails. Her breast upright and the nipples tight buds, a deep pink from his attention. Her hair spread out, her eyes glazed unseeing, but her mouth open with her tongue running over, again and again, on the lower lip that begged to be bruised. Her arms were flat above her head, her hands were in tight fists as if she held onto some imaginary railing.

“Misty, look at me.”

* * * *

She heard the voice
—
it was the velvet one that she had to obey. She had no choice. She had never felt like this, all melted butter inside. She saw his manhood. He leaned down and pulled her hips up, putting the tip against her wet warm entrance. God, it was so large, but he started pushing it in
—
it felt so good, it filled her, filled her more and filled her more. She gripped it with her muscles and saw the surprise on his face. So Vampires could feel. She smiled and he saw her so he pulled back and pushed all the way in. She moaned in pleasure and closed her eyes. He leaned forward and took that mouth. He pumped hard and kissed her hard, taking his tongue deep into her warm sweet mouth. He drew her tongue in his mouth and he pierced it with one tooth, tasting the salty blood and let her taste it also. Salty yes, but underneath another taste that burned through his body, seeming to join with every cell within his frame.

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He felt himself build up and he rose as he moved within her, letting the rough hair on his body move against her open lips and sore clitoris that immediately responded. They both came together, over some brink that was all black and all color. He knew his weight was too much for her so he rolled to one side, lying still while his body slowly recovered. He felt the blood of her moving through him. The fluids that he had pumped into her were also full of antigens and he knew she would feel the movement inside her as the liquids entered her blood stream.

He stood up, pulling out one of the shirts from the dust to clean himself, and buttoned his pants. He found his jacket and he looked at her, not moving, just lying all sex-used, and if the situation was different, waiting to be used again. He had ridden her heavily, it had been the fight and the blood after the effect of the silver stud. But Blessed Gods, she was so sweet to the taste and feel. He realized that he could never let her go.

He brought the shirt back and sat down on his heels as he wiped her legs. The one bite he did not seal had stopped bleeding. A couple of scabs ware forming, looking red and angry. He knew it would heal normally but he felt guilty that he had not sealed it properly. He would make sure this did not happen again.

She was weak and listless. He gathered her jeans and shoes to lay them by her. “Misty, I need to stop this truck and get us a ride. Stay here and when you can, get dressed.”

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He was gone. She heard the words and turned her head in his direction. She felt like she wanted to never move. She wanted to sleep. But she was afraid, afraid for him and what that woman might do. She got up feeling sore muscles all over, sore in places she had not been sore before that she could remember. She smiled.

She stripped off the torn panties and pulled on her jeans, wishing she had some nice soft cotton underwear. All the nerve endings around her womanhood were raw, tender, and the touch of the rough material of the jeans actually excited her. What the hell was wrong with her? Miss Prim who did not like sex much had just been turned inside out and wanted more.

She could do nothing but wait as the truck slowed down and stopped. There was no sound, and the lamps in the trailer dimmed, then the back doors were opened. Rad was waiting for her, a magnificent male outlined by the flashing headlights of passing cars.

Chapter Fourteen

“I have a more comfortable ride for you.” He helped her down and into the grey Cadillac sitting behind the truck. There was a guy standing there who had a glazed look on his face. They got in the car and the guy got in the back seat, going to sleep.

He drove fast. “They are only a short distance ahead. They expect the truck to be behind so they will wait at the next rest area.”

“Rad, let them go
—
we are free. Just go home.” She knew she had a catch in her throat as she pleaded.

He did not waste the time to even answer her. The strong vehicle ate up the miles as Rad pushed the gas pedal to the floor. He stayed to the inside lane, riding bumpers to force slower cars to move over so that he could move up on the team he was following. She was sitting down in the seat, watching him and not paying attention to what was going on to the traffic they were flying past, when she felt the warning and glanced out at a black car with tinted windows. “Rad, that car had Vampires in it.”

He looked at her and slowed down. “Which car?”

She looked out the back window. “The black one about four cars back.”

He swung over into the outside lane ahead of the next car. “Do you feel any others?”

She looked around but didn’t feel anything. “No. There are just the ones several cars behind us.”

He slowed down and the car behind pulled around and the next behind pulled around also. He moved with the traffic, keeping the black car in his rear view mirror for a couple of miles. “Crawl in back and put the guy into seat belts.”

She looked at him but unhooked her belt, sliding over the seat. The large sedan had plenty of room in the back seat. She left the sleeping man lying down, fastened a seat belt under his arm and over his chest then hooked another one over his knees. She crawled back into the front seat and hooked her belt, tight.

He had been tracking the black car in his rear view mirror. Both cars were traveling at seventy miles an hour. He reached over yanked her belt tight to a point that actually hurt, but before she could complain he had jammed his foot and full weight on the brakes. The braking system of the Cadillac kept it straight on the road. Even with the quick response of Vampires, the other driver must have been taken by surprise and could not prevent the collision. The black car crumpled deeply into the trunk of the large heavy Cadillac.

Both cars sheared sideways, slid apart and skidded down a steep embankment on the side of the road. Before the cars had stopped moving, Rad was out of the car. This was when she noticed that he did not have his seat belt fastened. She decided you couldn’t tell a Vampire he was an idiot.

She unfastened her belt and twisted in the sloped car, looking out the back shattered window, trying to see Rad. She saw him standing on the ruined hood of the black car. He had a Vampire dangling off the ground. She felt there had been two in the car and she didn’t see the second one, but Rad did not seem worried. It looked like he was asking questions of the guy struggling. She saw the small silver knife that had been in Rad’s boot as it cut a slice down the side of the face of the Vampire in Rad’s grip.

She saw the man shudder, saying something as Rad plunged the small knife into his eye causing the man to turn to dust. She gagged and tried to open the door, knowing she was going to throw up. The door finally opened so she just leaned out and lost everything in her stomach. By this time Rad was back.

“Are you okay? Were you hurt in the crash?” He was concerned and came around to her side of the car. He helped her out.

She stood on shaky legs and leaned on him. He just reached down, picked her up and carried her to the road. By this time several cars had pulled over because of the
accident
. He looked and saw one man in a SUV that would do very well. As the man from the SUV came over he looked at Rad and he just sat down in the grass.

“We are okay, help that man,” he shouted to some of the people. Someone said they had already called for help. He took Misty to the SUV and put her in the passenger seat. He went back, wiped out some memories on the man, and left him unconscious with another man holding him.

The keys were still in the SUV so they were on the road quickly, leaving the tangle of cars behind.

“Rad, you have killed your own kind.” She did not look at him.

There was a long silence. Finally he glanced over at her, answering her even though she had not asked a question. “You are telling me man does not kill man, that since he first picked up a club, he did not use it on his neighbor? Are they not shooting at other men in Afghanistan or Iraq? I am an enforcer. That means at times I am paid to go out and kill a rogue. Yes, I kill my own kind. But from now on it will be different. I am resigning. I just need to settle with Vasa.”

She waited a moment or two and added. “Please don’t do this for me, if that is the reason.”

He looked over and sighed and looked back at the road. “They have Alex.”