Misty (22 page)

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She felt him push on her stomach, forcing her to sit upright as she moved up and down on him. She gulped air and reached behind her to his knees to find something to hang onto so she would not fall backward. She felt a hand move upward to a breast and enfold the entire breast as it bounced to her movement. She felt another hand pushing down between them and a thumb and a finger went around a tip of a breast and a thumb and a finger went around the nub between her legs. She pushed one more time, he twisted hard on both and she screamed as she came, several times then fell down on his chest.

She had never had multiple climaxes, she had never had many climaxes, she felt like her heart was going to burst. She was weak and just kept pulling in deep breaths as she lay on him, straddling him, with him still in her.

He raised up into a sitting position, pulling her legs around him, and she kept her head against his chest. Suddenly she was aware that his shaft was growing inside her. She pulled her head back with a jerk and looked at him with a question. In the dark room she saw his crooked smile.

He moved her down on her back and did not pull out. He slowly moved in and out as he kissed her chin. He kissed her ear and she felt him bite her earlobe, eliciting a gasp. He still moved in and out, although she thought she was too tired to respond, she felt her body start to heat up. She vaguely wondered why she was responding
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was it his special powers?

He slowly licked her neck and she couldn’t move. He bit deeply into the vein and pulled the blood into his mouth. She felt the exquisite pain and pleasure pour through her as he worked his cock faster and drew the blood. She worked with him, moving her hips, spreading her legs wider to allow entrance, tilting her head to allow him all the entrance he wanted. They both reached a peak and another peak, but he still pushed one more time, moving to bite the tip of her breast. She screamed in pure pleasure and blackness closed in as she passed out. He withdrew his teeth and licked the punctures, kissing her. He slowly withdrew from between her legs and he held her softly in the dim room until her breathing settled down and she snuggled against him. He smiled one more time and settled her back against him, forming a cocoon against her back and knees, putting his arms around her. He caught one breast in a large hand and let himself go into a rest mode.

Chapter Sixteen

The lights dimmed with sunrise but the dark color of the glass walls left the room in the same darkness. There was a knock on the door and she woke, aware of the large body wrapped around her back, aware that it was daylight in the dim room, aware that they both were naked, and aware that the man wrapped around her had given someone permission to enter the room.

She fought to bring the covers over her but Rad just rolled over with his hands behind his head. The manservant
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what was his name, Marco
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was pushing a cart and she could smell coffee. She chose to just bury her face in a pillow.

“How is Alex?” The deep velvet voice beside her questioned.

“Sir, he is running around like a young buck, totally healed and finding new talents. Last night he had to go out twice to feed beyond the blood we have stored here. He can sense emotions. Your lovemaking drove him to go and find a woman to help his own cravings. Interesting what her blood did for him.” This was all said with the respect in the voice of Marco.

She kept her face buried but she moved the pillow so that she could hear, interested in what was being said about Alex.

“Marco, make arrangements for all four of us to go to Rome. We need to be there as soon as possible. My lady will also need suitable clothes. We can’t take a pillow for her to hide her head in.” She heard the deep laugh and he moved away from her as he left the bed.

She heard the door close and she slowly looked over her shoulder. She was in the room by herself. She pulled a large sheet loose, wrapped it around her and went to the tray to pour coffee. She put cream and sugar in, rook a long sip and sighed. She lifted a lid and found warm beignets covered in powdered sugar. She picked one up and let the sugar fall over her hand and chin and chest as she took big bites from the confection. She chased the sweet dough down with sips of the coffee. Standing there in bare feet with the sheet loosely draped around her and powdered sugar fluttering around her body she turned and found him staring at her with those pale eyes.

She froze and she shook her head. “Rad, no, we must talk.”

He moved across the room slowly, but with his predator approach. He had reached her and he put out a hand and with one finger touched some sugar on her chest and brought it to his lips. “I have acquired a taste for whiskey and I think I can acquire a taste for sugar.” He smiled that crooked grin that tore her insides into knots.

“No, wait, please. The others heard me last night. You did what you threatened. You made me scream with pleasure. They would have had to be deaf to not have heard. In fact, according to Marco, Alex did hear us. How can I face them? How can I have any dignity? What must they think?” She gathered the sheet and backed up but he just followed.

He reached and took more sugar to his mouth. “They will think how lucky we both are, to have such love.” Again they were on the bed. It was so fast that it took her a moment to realize he had moved her to the bed, and a moment more to realize he had said the word
love
in connection with both of them. They really did need to talk, but after he got done tasting all the sugar.

The next time there was a knock on the door she was drying herself and she had a large towel wrapped around her, so she peeked out and saw Marco pulling in a large rolling rack. Hanging from it were zippered garment bags, and boxes were on the bottom.

Marco nodded at her. “These are for you. I have no idea what is to your taste but I chose items for your color, for the delicious red highlights of your hair, for the green specks of your eyes, and the soft pink of your skin.” He looked down and back up. “I am sorry, I hope I have not stepped out of bounds. I am the trusted servant of Radames and you can trust me with your life.” With that he turned and left, pulling the door shut behind him.

She stood with her mouth open. She was just a woman
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where was all of this coming from? Her curiosity got the better of her so she opened one of the garment bags. Inside were sundresses. The first one was a soft jade green with small string straps and a full skirt. Okay, Marco had good taste. She lifted the lid off a couple of boxes and found they had shoes, the right size, amazing. In one she found a pair of jade green sandals with a small heel and straps to keep them in place. The one thing she did not find was underclothes. Hmmmmmmm.

She put the dress on, sat on the floor and tied on the sandals then got up going into the bathroom. She brushed her hair, found her clips, and pulled the sides up. She made a little bouquet of curls at the top in back, letting the rest hang down behind. She had no makeup
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that was probably just as well, as her cheeks were red from Rad’s rough beard
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Vampires needed to shave. Her lower lip especially was red and swollen, so she looked like Angelina Jolie, well almost. Okay, maybe not as good, but no lipstick was needed.

She went out to the hallway and looked out the windows at the water in the distance. There were working boats on the water. She looked in both bedrooms, which were made up and clean, but empty. She got to the top of the stairs where she could hear the voices of the men. She came down and as she reached the bottom the talk stopped and all three turned to look at her. That was bad enough, but the eyes all turned black. Shit, she was in trouble. She stepped back against the wall but Rad stepped forward. She saw his eyes again turn to the pale blue.

He held out his hand and she took it. She leaned into him and whispered. “What happened, you all looked at me with black eyes. Like you were going to eat me.”

He looked down at her and turned her hand over, kissed the pulse on her wrist. “It is a compliment. You look good enough to eat, and your smell is especially delightful today.”

Alex grinned. “A good fuck sure does wonders.” Now she knew that a blush was starting in her neckline and working up her face.

Marco came around them and started up the stairs.

“Marco has got us transportation leaving today for Rome. He is going to pack for you. He already has our stuff packed. We will have a limo take us to the airport and we will leave in about an hour. We don’t need food but we will see that you get proper nourishment on the trip and time to sleep. We have a special hotel we stay at in Rome and we will then meet with the Council.”

She was taking this all in as she made her way over to a couch to sit down. “Should I change?”

Alex spoke first. “Damn, no, you are perfect. Well, Marco can get you a jacket, it is always cold in the waiting rooms at the airports.” He moved closer. “Misty, I want to thank you for your gift to me. Compared to Rad I am young, I have not gained the talent that comes with age to a Vampire. But your blood has given me not only healing but talents. I have been out all night finding what I am. But I am one thing and that is grateful to you. I am in your debt, and if there is ever a threat to you, they will die.” He was now speaking in that low rasping voice that she had come to realize was a threatening Vampire voice. She suddenly felt he did seem to have about him a feeling of strength that she had not felt before. The happy go lucky Swede was gone. A strong adult Vampire stood in front of her. In a way she was a little sad, but maybe it was nice to have two protectors.

Marco appeared on the stairs.

Rad nodded. “We are ready to go.” She had forgotten how fast Vampires could move.

There was a large stretch limo waiting in the drive and Rad put his hand on her neck as they went down the steps. The driver had the door open for her so she slid in, moving forward out of the way.

The driver must have been mortal, as the men and Marco loaded suitcases in a normal way. Alex and Rad joined her. Marco handed in a large soft cashmere sweater for her. He went and sat up front in shotgun.

When they got to the airport Alex and Rad put on dark sunglasses and they all waited in the limo until Marco came and opened the door. He led them straight through to the first class check in and around to the metal detectors. No problems as they were escorted to a first class lounge. They sat in a corner where everyone looked at them, but left them alone. They were not there long when it was time to board. It was one of the planes where first class went one way and business class and all others went the other direction. The first class was full but Rad seated her next to the window in the first seats with Marcos and Alex sitting behind them. Protection.

She had only flown a couple of times and it had always been in the knee-tight confines of the general seats. She kicked off her shoes and slid her feet up in the seat. Rad reached across and pulled her seat belt tight. She looked at him
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so he was always looking out for her.

They changed planes in New York and settled down for the long overseas flight. There were not as many in first class and they were in the second seats with no one in the front seats. Alex and Marco were across from them. They were served a nice supper then they were given blankets and pillows before the lights were dimmed. They were given earphones for the movie that was provided.

She got up and went to the bathroom. The harsh light in the bathroom woke her up as she washed her face and shook her hair. She shook her dress and removed the sweater knowing that she would put it back on once she returned to her seat.

It was dark in the aisle with the movie playing overhead. When she got to her seat she went to step over Rad but he pulled her down on his lap facing him. She started to speak but he put his finger over her mouth and drew a blanket over them, then reached under her skirt. She gave a gasp as he pulled her skirt up and realized his erection was tall and erect, out in the open.

She whispered. “What are you doing?”

Within the dark of the blanket she could not see the crooked smile she knew was there, but he answered. “I am taking you into the mile high club, my sweet.” He shifted her hips, lifted her and she felt the top of his shaft, wet with his own moisture. He pulled her down and she groaned, grabbing a corner of the blanket and stuffed it into her mouth to cover her noise. He did what he did so well, taking her up and down that male shaft that her body accepted, squeezed wholly and completely until finally she felt the muscles convulse as she climaxed with him. She felt his body tighten and push liquid into her as his own climax shuddered his body.

They both slid down in the seat, the blanket in her mouth wet and still covering both of them. They sat that way for a few minutes. He finally lifted her and set her over into her seat. He used the blanket to wipe her legs and his own lap. He straightened up his clothes, whispered to her that he needed to get a clean blanket, and got up.

Alex looked over and in the light from the movie she saw his teeth as he grinned. “You guys sure know how to interrupt a movie.” He punched Marco in the ribs, who was staring at the movie as if nothing had happened. She was glad for the darkness to cover her blushing.

The rest of the flight was pretty much uneventful, except for waking up and finding Rad’s hand down the neckline of her dress, wrapped around a breast. She pushed him away and went to the bathroom again. She returned for breakfast before the landing in London. A two hour layover and they were off to Rome, where they were met by another Limo and taken to a quiet but expensive looking hotel. They had an entire floor all their own with open windows and balconies with metal railings.