by Myla Jackson
“Me too.” Now that his arm was free, he shook the blood back into it. “Hungry?”
With a groan, she flopped back onto the pillow beside him, her eyes closed. “Ummm, yes. But not for food.” She tossed the sheets aside and rolled on top of him, straddling his hips. “I had something a little more interesting in mind for breakfast.”
The twin mounds of her ass rested over his rapidly swelling cock and the warmth only added to the heat building inside. “I think I could find the can of whipped cream.”
“No need. I’ll provide all the cream you want.” To prove the point, she slid lower until her cunt rubbed across the hard ridge of his penis, spreading a thin coating of cream along its length.
He nudged the entrance to her pussy with the tip of his cock. “I get your point.”
“As I get yours.” She reached behind her to fondle his balls and then positioned his cock, ready for mounting.
“What a woman.” Roger cupped his hands behind his head and smiled up at her. “This is the kind of service I like. I just lie back and enjoy the view and action. You do all the work.”
Instead of sliding down over him, she climbed off him and reversed her direction. “Give a little to get a little, mister.”
She presented her ass toward him, planting a knee on either side of his ears, widening her legs until her pussy hovered over his lips.
He slapped her ass. “Are you always this bossy in the morn—afternoon?” He stretched his tongue out and tasted her juices. “Mmmm. Sweet, just like you.”
“I’m anything but sweet,” she said as her lips closed over his cock.
Surging upward, he filled her mouth. He palmed her butt cheeks, easing her lower so that he could treat her to the same bliss. Once she was positioned where he wanted her, he spread her folds wide and laved her clit, sucking it into his mouth, his tongue flicking a light, steady rhythm similar to the in-and-out motion she performed on his cock.
His hands smoothed across her buttocks, finding the crease and sliding down the center. When he found the tightly puckered lips of her anus, he circled it several times, lightly fingering the opening.
Her legs quivered and her pussy creamed.
Satisfied he wasn’t entering taboo territory, he plunged his forefinger inside her ass at the same time as he delved his tongue into her pussy.
Julie’s back arched and her mouth left his penis. “Ahhhh.” Her head dropped to his groin and she leaned into his finger.
Cool air hit his wet cock at the same time as Julie nipped at his groin.
He jerked and cried out, “Ouch! The woman has fangs.”
The nipping stopped and Julie stared at where she’d bit. “I’m sorry.”
“I was kidding. I’ll live.”
She stared at his groin for a moment longer, then she flung her hair to the side and bent to the task of sucking his cock again. Her asshole gripped his finger with each time he forced it in and out.
He concentrated his assault on her clit, sliding his tongue over the swollen nub, flicking and nipping.
The combination of finger-fucking her ass and stroking her clit had her quivering from head to toe. Her mouth worked fast and furious over his penis, her fingers gently massaging his balls.
As his body tensed and his butt muscles clenched, hers jerked to a stop, her mouth opening to emit a squeal around the thickness of his dick.
He flicked her faster until she scooted her pussy up and out of his range. Then she went to work on him, coaxing him to the peak and over the top, his body going rigid with his orgasm.
Cum surged up and outward in a sporadic gush. He tried to pull free of her mouth, but she followed him, swallowing his juices. When she pulled free, she licked his cock, the long, tender strokes easing the tension from him until he fell back against the bed, breathing hard.
Roger drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “That was incredible.”
“You’re telling me?” Julie tipped over and flopped to the side of him, staring up at the ceiling. “I don’t know if I could handle that on a regular basis. On second thought, yes, I could.” She reached out a hand and smoothed it over his groin, her fingers tangling in his hair. Her legs lay open, inviting.
Rather than being drained by his recent orgasm, Roger was energized and ready to go at it again. He rolled off the bed and pulled her legs to the edge. “Now, get ready to be fucked.”
Julie closed her eyes, telling herself she could handle this better without looking at his throat and the pulse, filled with hot red blood, beating just beneath the skin. She’d almost fed off him when her mouth encountered his groin. Her teeth had broken the skin, drawing a drop of blood. If he hadn’t cried out, she’d have sunk deeper and fed off him. Why couldn’t she control her urges?
She lay with her knees pushed up to her armpits, her eyes squeezed shut to the tempting source of nourishment.
Roger pressed the velvety tip of his penis to her entrance. “Look at me, Julie.”
Oh please, don’t ask me to do it. She opened one eye and tried not to stare at his neck.
“I want to see your pretty green eyes as I drive my cock into you.”
“And I want you to shut up and fuck me.” Her eyes widened at her frank language. Before last night, she’d reserved the F-word for the occasional rude driver and then only on rare occasions. Her actions had been less than normal since her turning. Would she change completely? Would the old Julie be replaced by the brash and sexually insatiable new Julie? If so, bring her on! Julie raised her legs and wrapped them around Roger’s waist. Careful to regulate the amount of pressure, she slammed him into her body until his cock stretched and filled her channel. “Ummm, that’s more like it.”
One corner of his mouth pulled upward. “Mind if I do some of the work? I believe in equal opportunity, but I’d really like control this time.”
“So long as you get down to business and quit teasing me.”
“One night in bed and she’s a tyrant.” His smile softened his words and he leaned over her, to take a nipple between his teeth. “I like these just as well without the whipped cream.” He slid in and out of her in a slow, gentle rhythm.
“I’ll have to stock up on whipped cream and chocolate pudding.” Julie released the grip she had on his waist and pulled her knees back to her armpits for maximum penetration.
“And I’ll have to stock up on vitamins to keep up with you.” The rhythm increased until he pounded in an out of her. A sheen of sweat glowed over his muscular body, highlighting that damned vein in his neck.
Julie closed her eyes and bit into her lip, willing the bloodlust to abate as her own sexual desire mounted. If she wanted to date Roger, she had to control her hungers.
Roger rocked to a stop, his head thrown back, his teeth bared as he came inside her. When his penis stopped jerking against the walls of her vagina, Roger scooted her up onto the bed, carefully maintaining their intimate connection. Then he collapsed on top of her rolling them both onto their sides, his neck within easy biting range.
What? Is he just trying to drive me crazy? Her stomach rumbled.
Roger chuckled, nuzzling her neck. “Hungry?”
“Yes, but I need to start getting ready for work and I have an errand to run before I go.”
He leaned up on his elbow and looked down at her. “Sounds like you’re trying to brush me off?” His finger trailed over her nearest breast and down to her bellybutton.
“I wish I didn’t have to go to work tonight.” She gazed into his deep brown eyes. “How soon until we get another night off together?”
His hand cupped her furry mound. “I’m off tomorrow night.”
Julie almost jumped off the bed. “Me too!” Then she fell back to earth. “That is, if you’d like, we can have dinner here.”
His finger dipped into her cunt. “And dessert?”
“Like I said, I’ll stock up on whipped cream.”
* * * * * *
“Okay, girlfriend, spill.” Kim stood in fr
ont of the ER nurses station, hands on hips, her white, rubber-soled shoes tapping noiselessly against the polished linoleum tiles. “You’ve been walking around the hospital like a zombie all night. Did your date go sour last night, or what?”
“What can I say?” Julie had slinked around the hospital ER, her head downcast, her normally happy smile squashed behind tight lips. Every time she saw blood or stared too long at a person’s neck, she salivated. Her shoulders were so tense it would take a master masseuse to work out the kinks. She’d avoided everyone since she’d gotten to work, looking for excuses not to be alone with anyone, especially Kim. She couldn’t tell Roger what had happened to her last night, why did she think she could tell her best friend? Not to mention, her fangs were beginning to show.
Kim’s foot stopped tapping. “You two did get some action, didn’t you?”
Her face flaming, Julie glanced around before hissing, “Of course we did.”
“Then what’s the problem? You’ve been sneaking around here like you’re afraid to talk to anyone. If you can’t talk to me, who can you talk to?”
Julie sighed. If she didn’t tell someone, she’d explode. “Come on.” She grabbed Kim’s arm and hurried her to the janitor’s closet.
Kim giggled as Julie shoved her inside and shut the door behind her. “Are we going to have a little girl-on-girl time? Cause if we are, cool. I’ve always wanted to experiment.” She reached for one of Julie’s breasts.
Julie leaped back, banging into a wire shelf of toilet paper, slapping at Kim’s hand. “No!”
Her lips twisting in a disappointed grin, Kim crossed her arms over her chest. “Well, hell. Go ahead and tell me your deep dark secret before Lindeman finds us.”
Taking a deep breath, Julie launched into the digest version of what happened since the last time she’d been at work, leaving out her night of passion with Roger. When she finished, she leaned back and studied her friend’s face.
For a long moment, Kim stood with her mouth unhinged and then her lips spread into a wide grin. “That’s so cool! You mean you’re a real honest-to-God vampire?” She reached out and lifted one of Julie’s lips, her thumb grazing the tip of a fang. “Wow! Check out the hardware.”
With a frown, Julie slapped Kim’s hand away. “It’s not cool. It changes everything.”
“What did Roger have to say?”
Julie stared at the floor. “He doesn’t know.”
“You didn’t tell him?”
“Don’t you see? I didn’t want to spoil our first night together.” She didn’t regret the incredible sex, but she knew she should have told him and let him make an informed decision on whether or not he wanted to fuck a vampire.
“You know about Roger’s ex-wife, don’t you?”
“Yeah, apparently she screwed around on him. So?”
Kim rolled her eyes. “So, Roger has trust issues. By not telling him as soon as you found out, you may have created a huge problem.”
“How so?”
“You’re kidding me right?” Kim grabbed Julie’s shoulders and stared her in the eye. “You’ve lied by omission. If, or rather when, he finds out, he’s likely to go ballistic.”
Her empty stomach dropped to her knees and all her happy dreams about her next meeting with Roger disintegrated. “Fuck.”
Kim hugged her and gave her a fake smile. “Then again, maybe he won’t notice.”
“Not notice these?” Julie peeled back her lips, exposing her fangs.
“Okay, so you’re a little different now.” Kim pushed her long, straight black hair out of her eyes. “You gonna let a couple of funky teeth come between you and the man you love?”
“It’s not just the teeth. There’s the blood drinking, scorching in the sun, crazy vampires claiming to own me and a slayer out to stake me at every turn.”
“So, you have a few other challenges.” Kim shrugged. “You’re a tough lady. Deal with it.”
“A few challenges?”
“Main thing is that you have to tell Roger.”
“I know.” Julie’s shoulders sagged. “But how?
“Tell him the next time you see him.”
“What if he comes to the hospital?”
“Okay, so maybe the next time you two are alone.”
Her stomach knotted at the thought, but she knew she couldn’t keep the knowledge from him, if they were to have any kind of lasting relationship. “Okay. Tomorrow night I’ll tell him.”
A shout sounded out in the hall, followed by more yelling.
“What the hell?” Julie jerked the door open.
Nurses and orderlies ran away from the entrance.
Head Nurse Lindeman raced the opposite direction yelling, “Call security, now!”
At the entrance to the emergency room Bob Marley stood with a loaded crossbow. When he saw Julie, his eyes flared. “There she is!” He raised the crossbow and aimed it at Julie. “She’s the devil and must be purged from the earth.”
Instinct kicked in and Julie dove into Kim, knocking her to the ground, just as a wooden arrow hit the supply closet door. Had they stood still, one of them would have been the recipient of that arrow.
Two security guards showed up as Bob Marley was loading the next arrow into the crossbow. They tackled him and took away his crossbow.
Bob shouted throughout the ordeal. “But she’s the devil’s spawn! She’ll turn you all or kill you. Mark my words!” He was still shouting when Lindeman stuck him in the ass with a heavy dose of sedative.
As his words slurred and finally trailed off, the entire ER staff loosened up. Some laughed, others stared at Kim and Julie and shook their heads.
Lindeman strode by, her demeanor no different than any other day in the hospital. As if crazy men wielding crossbows was a normal occurrence.
Julie admired the woman more each day. She stood by as they carried Bob Marley to an examination room, a chill crawling across her skin.
“You think he knows?” Kim asked in a whisper.
With a snort, Julie brushed at her scrubs. “I’d bet my last dollar he knows what I am.”
Just when Julie thought the night couldn’t get worse, Roger entered the ER with his partner, Chase. He rushed to Julie, his face creased in a worried frown. “I heard what happened from one of the EMTs as I came in. Are you all right?”
“I’m fine.” He looked as good as an ice cream sundae on a hot day. Julie practically drooled all over his dark blue uniform.
Roger’s mouth thinned into a straight line. “We’ll take care of Marley so he doesn’t bother you anymore.”
“You won’t hurt him, will you?” After all the man was right. She was a vampire and he was only trying to rid the earth of the bloodsucking creatures. He meant well for mankind, even if it involved genocide of a bunch of living dead people. Julie couldn’t help but feeling a little sorry for Marley.
“No, sweet Julie.” He lifted a hand to cup her face, smiling down at her with a loving glint in his gaze. “We won’t hurt him. But we’ll lock him up in a padded cell.”
Julie wanted to run and hide from the truth. Roger was too good for her. Instead, she turned her face into his palm and kissed it. “Thanks.”
“Are we still on for tomorrow?”
“Eh-hem.” Kim stirred beside her.
Julie jammed her elbow into Kim’s side. “Yes. And, Roger, we need to talk.” She shot a glare at Kim as if to say, Are you satisfied?
Before Roger could respond another shout rang out.
One of the security guards raced in from outside. “Get a gurney out here. Out in the alley behind the hospital. We have a man down.”
The trained professionals raced to respond. Julie set off at a run toward the exit, Roger close behind her.
“Over here.” The security waved from the alley. “I think he’s dead.”
Roger sprinted ahead of the gurney, nurses and orderlies, his gun drawn. “Stay back until I clear the scene.”
The security guard unhooked the safety
strap from his holster and drew his weapon.
Julie cringed. He probably hadn’t drawn that weapon for all of the ten years he’d worked there.
Roger ducked into the alley and back out. “It’s clear, but the guard’s right, this man’s dead.”
Orderlies lifted the victim onto the gurney and transported him into the hospital. Once inside, nurses and the doctor on duty gathered around, checking for any traces of vital signs. The man was cold, so he’d been dead long enough reviving wasn’t an option.
Kim stood by the man’s head, her face paler than the white makeup she used in her Goth persona. She stared across his chest at Julie then pointed at the twin puncture marks on the man’s neck.
No signs of blood were evident on his lips.
Julie wanted to sink through the floor.
Fuck. She’d bet her last dollar the stiff was a couple pints low on blood.
Chapter Seven
Roger stuck around the hospital and talked to as many of the staff as he could who might have been outside at the time of death, guesstimated to be less than a half-hour earlier. By the time he finished interviewing people in and around the hospital, it was two-fifteen in the morning and he was on duty until five. Tonight was going to be a long one.
An hour into the interviews, he cornered Julie. “I don’t want you leaving this hospital without an escort to your car. That’s the second murder with the same M.O. in the past three nights.”
She held up her hand scout-style. “Trust me. I’m calling security before I cut out of here.”
“These murders are unusual and I don’t like it. Who goes around draining the blood of their victims in alleys?”
Julie shrugged. “You got me.”
He smiled. “And I’ll see you tonight?”
“Can’t wait.” Her response seemed less than enthusiastic.
“Something wrong?” he asked.
She looked toward the exit, refusing to meet his eyes. “I’d say two murders are enough to have anyone worried.”
He grabbed her hand and tugged on it. “That’s not what I meant. Is there something wrong between us?”
She glanced at where their fingers entwined. “Why do you ask?”