9781936653027BorntobeWildArsuaga

by Cynthia Arsuaga

  “I know. I didn’t want to upset you, but some overly made up whack job vamp with a pet boy toy went postal on me, but I’m okay bro.” She waved Jordan off with her hand and words. “And no, Stefan, not because the bitch tried to kill me. I talked to Gerry, her boy toy. He told me a few things I think fit a pattern.”

  “Like what?” Jordan asked.

  “Like, he met her in South Carolina, in Myrtle Beach. He’s a Marine. While on leave, he went to a vamp club with some of his buddies. Before he knew what happened, he was on the road with the Psycho Bitch from Hell. Over the past several days, they have been to several vamp clubs working their way up the East Coast. They arrived here early this morning. She’s been screwing his eyeballs out. That’s his terminology, not mine. He’s freaking out and can’t get away. She made him available to other vamps to feed from him. I’m guessing to spread the virus. He was ready to tell me more when the psycho bitch attacked me.”

  “So, how does any of this link her to being the rogue?” Stefan asked.

  “I thought about the same thing and probed more. He told me when he met her in Myrtle Beach another dude accompanied her. The guy looked like death warmed over. Real bad off, he talked to him before he disappeared.”

  “Disappeared?” Jordan interrupted.

  “Yeah, that’s how he said it. I thought it strange too. Anyway, he said the guy freaked out and came from Miami. The guy gave him a letter addressed to his wife and asked for him to mail it for him.”

  “And did he?” Jordan asked.

  “No. Seems the bitch found out and snatched it. The dude disappeared. He never saw him again. This Gerry guy is her new boy toy. Wrong place at the wrong time situation. I’m telling you. The timing, the places, everything fits. She’s crazy enough to be the one. Stefan? Why are you looking at me like I’m the one who’s psycho?”

  “Ecaterina is crazy, I’ll give you kudos on nailing her on that, but I can’t picture her going rogue and purposefully, methodically killing vamps with a virus. Her method is to just go for the kill outright. A virus is not her style. It doesn’t make sense.”

  “Why did she want to talk to you privately?”

  He hesitated. “Something about a job for me.”

  “What kind of job?” Alex asked.

  “A kill.”

  Alex jerked her head back. “A kill? What? Who?”

  “A hit on a Fed and a couple of hunters he put onto her. Beyond that, she wasn’t too clear about them.”

  Stefan had Alex’s complete attention. “Did you believe her Stefan? What did you tell her?”

  “Actually, I didn’t have a chance to tell her anything, before she went psycho on me and went after you.”

  “I don’t get it. This whole thing about her doesn’t make sense. Why would the Feds be after her unless they thought she did something illegal, like drugs or broke a vamp law? And hunters? No, we would have heard about it through the Network. What can you tell me about her history? I need to run a background check and see if anything interesting shows up in the database. Maybe, just maybe we’ll get a break. Can we go back to your place and use the computer?”

  “To his lair?” Jordan asked astonished. “Tell me you haven’t—”

  “Yes, Jordan. He has a nice place on the beach. With a computer we can access information on vamps, their profiles, and their whereabouts, everything about anyone. It’s cool, except he doesn’t have any food in the house.”

  Stefan shrugged and gave her a dismayed look.

  “We can stop and pick up food on the way,” Stefan suggested.

  “Oh goody, junk food here I come. I haven’t had Cheese Doodles and Cherry Coke in days.”

  “Cheese Doodles?” Stefan shook his head.

  “You don’t know what you’re missing, baby.” Grinning, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek.

  “I’m sure I’m not missing anything.” Stefan grinned.

  Jordan grimaced. “He’s right. I’ll take a few brewskies. The Cheese Doodles are all yours, sis.”

  “You drive. I still don’t know my way around,” she said.

  “I planned on it, sweetheart,” Stefan said.

  Alex thought her life couldn’t get any more complicated.

  Chapter 11

  The trip to the convenience store was a quick in and out. They decided to swing by the beach club to retrieve Jordan’s car because he insisted, not wanting to get stranded without a means of a getaway. “One of those hunter rules you follow?” Stefan had asked in jest. Jordan grumbled and followed behind as they drove to Stefan’s house. Stefan grumbled his on retort with another human knowing his secret location.

  “Wow, you live here dude?” Jordan asked after parking on the red brick paver driveway. “What poor unsuspecting human did you kill to get this place?” He drew his glance up three stories of glistening white stucco exterior glowing in contrast to the midnight black sky. The only light illuminating the area came from the street lights several houses to the right. The partially hidden full moon beamed light onto the glass windows of the front façade of the massive structure.

  “Jordy? You’re being rude,” Alex said.

  “It’s all right Alexandra.” Stefan’s eyes were dark brown, showing no signs of anger. She smiled knowing he was only teasing with Jordan. Stefan practiced his vamp humor, although somewhat poorly, on her gullible big brother. “No, Jordan, I didn’t take out a human for this house. I bought it legitimately. I only killed my human prey after I moved in and stashed their bodies in my wine cellar.” He opened the interior door from the garage and they stepped inside.

  “Huh? He’s kidding right?” Jordan asked Alex.

  “Yes, of course he is, you big gullible dope. It’s his idea of humor. Sick humor, but humor nonetheless.”

  “The elevator or stairs?” Stefan asked, looking at Alex and grinning.

  “Elevator? Cool. I vote for taking the elevator,” Jordan said.

  “You two take it, I’ll take the stairs,” Stefan said.

  Alexandra grinned, and shook her head.

  “I’ll meet you two upstairs.”

  Thirty minutes later after consuming a couple of bags of Cheese Doodles and several beers, and a few glaring stares between the men, the topic of the vamp rogue came up.

  “Can we move on to finding out about Ecaterina? It’s getting late and I’m tired,” Alex said.

  “I’m comfortable sitting here. You two can do the research. Call me when you find something. I’m enjoying relaxing here in this chair. I’ve had a long couple of days. I didn’t get much sleep after driving thirteen straight hours. I’m exhausted.”

  “Jordy, why don’t you head on back to the hotel and get a good night’s sleep. I’ll be along later.”

  “And leave you alone here with this vamp dude? No way. I’m staying here. Even if I fall asleep. I’m in the same house to protect you.”

  “Maybe it’s best Alexandra. He’s been drinking and doesn’t need to be out on unfamiliar roads. You would be worried the whole time waiting to hear he made it to the hotel. He should stay.”

  “Thanks dude. Do you have a TV in this place? What do you do for entertainment?”

  “Jordy, there’s no TV and you’ll have to entertain yourself,” Alex said.

  “Gee, thanks sis. I guess I’ll just sit here. Call me when you find something interesting.” Jordan leaned back and took a long draw of beer.

  “You’re insufferable.” She hooked her arm around Stefan’s, and left the room with him. “So, do you want to tell me what happened between us tonight?” As they entered the study, she released her hold on his arm.

  After a single step he grabbed her, closing the door behind them, and pushing her up onto the wall. “Maybe, after I have you, right here, right now.” His mouth came down hard on hers, tightly bracing her hands above her head. He pressed his tongue firmly onto her luscious lips, begging for entry.

  Lips opened to him, tasting while emitting faint moans. He pulled back, and smiled. �
��Is that what Cheese Doodles taste like?”

  “Yeah, I told you they were good. Now, shut up and kiss me.”

  “Your wish is my command.” Pressing his lips hard on hers, he drew her tongue into his mouth as deep as possible. The unfinished business from earlier in the evening before Ecaterina intruded reasserted its influence. The need quickly grew intense.

  “Mmm. What about Jordy? He’ll hear us?”

  “Don’t worry. He’s passed out in the chair. He’ll sleep for several hours.”

  Her eyes glistened. “You’re bad Stefan.”

  “I never said I was a good vampire.” He grinned, lowering her arms to remove her top.

  Fumbling with the buttons on his shirt, she unfastened them to the waist of his jeans then tugged on the shirt until the hem fell out. Leaving the remaining buttons fastened, he slipped the shirt over his shoulders, tossing it aside.

  * * * *

  Voraciously, he wandered from her mouth to the nape of her delectable neck. Alex tilted her head to the side to give him better access. Her blood pulsed hard and fast in the artery in her neck, beckoning him. The temptation to turn her right then and there so he could possess her forever reared its ugly head as it did back at the club, and he thought better of the desire. Now was not the time. The law and his moral conviction required her consent for transformation. This wasn’t like the old days, back in the sixteenth century when he could do as he wished without reprisal from a Vampire Syndicate.

  His cock pushed firmly into the zipper of his jeans, clearly wanting release. His fangs throbbed with need for release as well. He didn’t want to just taste her sweet and salty blood. No, he wanted to fuck her until she screamed for him to take her beyond pleasure. He took in a deep breath and continued kissing her delicious skin, working lower to her breasts. Her rosy pink nipples called to him. He reached into the cups of the corset and pulled the fabric down under her breasts, revealing his prize beckoning him. Lowering his head, he swirled the tip of his tongue around one hardening tip. She squirmed underneath, her hips grinding tightly against a growing erection. Her movements flared the fire raging fiercely through him.

  “You are so fucking beautiful, Alexandra.” He latched onto one of her nipples with his mouth. His hands worked to unzip her pants, dropping them around hips, legs, and then kicking them to the side.

  Feeling his hot, wet mouth caressing an aching nipple, drove her crazy with desire, filling the room with ardent moans of her approaching ecstasy. He planned to keep her hanging a little more before allowing release.

  His mouth switched to the other nipple, sucking and licking it with fervor. His growls and groans fueled her own arousal until he sensed her pussy was wet, crying for attention. Reading her open mind was pushing his pleasure higher. He inched down her stomach and rested above her mound seeking her heat. He grazed a finger under the lacy edge of her thong. He went lower, hooking his finger on the strap and tugged, drawing it up tight along her blood engorged labia, released it and yanked up again. His other hand pinched and tweaked at her nipple. Her hips thrust in tune with his pinches and tugs at the thong.

  He unlatched from her breast and ran his lips and tongue over her breast, up the nape of her neck to her earlobe, twirling his tongue and nipping at her sensitive skin. He whispered, “Tell me where you want me to touch you, Medena.”

  Feeling the rock-hard erection pressing along her belly, she strained to get words out. “I…”

  “Yes, sweetheart?”

  “I want you to touch me down there, Stefan.”

  “Where’s down there?”

  “Touch my pussy.”

  “Touch my pussy what?”

  Opening her eyes with a flutter of lashes, she gazed deep into his and realized he was role-playing, “Master, touch my pussy, please.”

  He smiled with his approval. “Good girl. Now spread your legs for me.”

  The scent of her arousal drove him crazy and encouraged him to please her. He lowered his head between her thighs, teasing her along the way with light kisses and nibbles of her milky flesh. His finger moved the strap of the thong aside and he slipped his finger inside, feeling her wet pussy. She flexed the muscles of her sheath around his long digit, clenching and relaxing.

  His mouth covered her pussy so fast she screamed in surprise. The wetness and heat of mouth and tongue sucking and licking across her slit was almost too much to bear. His tongue flicked at her clit as his finger pumped into her. The sensations were intense as her orgasm gathered deep inside her. She thrust her hips to meet his finger thrusting.

  Desperate for release, holding her at the edge, he denied her desire.

  “I think you like this, don’t you Medena?”

  Distracted whimpers laced through the heavier sound of labored panting.

  He pulled his finger out, paused, then slid his mouth back on her clit, nibbled her erect nub and inserted two fingers, pressing firmer along her sensitive interior walls.

  “Should I continue your punishment or should I…,” he continued pressing his fingers in her faster and harder, “let you come on my face?”

  Unable to give an answer verbally, she responded by bucking against him and moaning, pushing his head into her pelvis.

  “What do you want Medena?” he asked again.

  “I…I want to come…master…please.”

  “Come for me Medena, come all over my face.”

  His words alone sent her over the edge. The orgasm plummeted through her, so strong and forceful she was unable to stop the thrusting of hips or the convulsing of the inner muscles on his fingers. He didn’t stop his ministrations. Continuing to suck and lick her clit and swollen folds, he milked every last drop of the orgasm until she panted, gasping for air.

  Stefan rose slowly, kissing the way up her body to her lips. He continued to run his finger over her clit as he whispered, “You tasted so good. Can you taste yourself on my lips, Medena? You did what I told you. You’re such a good girl.” He pressed his body closer, the feel of his hard cock rubbing mercilessly on her stomach.

  “You’re so wet for me, so fucking hot and wet. I want to bury my cock in your tight pussy right now.”

  Her mouth opened to taste his tongue. His words and fingers were bringing her to the brink of another orgasm.

  “I can tell how close you are to coming again, Medena.” He ripped the thong away with one tug of the flimsy fabric. He dropped his jeans and boxers, kicking them aside. He lifted her up by her waist, pinning her up to the wall.

  “Put your legs around me.” Doing as he directed, she enveloped his shoulders with her arms.

  He lowered her down on his erect penis, impaling her one inch at a time until her hot, tight pussy swallowed him to the hilt. Her opening stretched to accommodate his length, as well as girth. Her moans grew louder with every thick inch he inserted. Keeping her thighs propped open, the last several inches ploughed into her as she pushed back in delighted reciprocity.

  Extremely close to another orgasm, he seemed to sense it and increased the thrusting rhythm.

  “You’re such a good girl. You listen to your master and do what he says. Do you want to come again?”

  Moaning, she opened her mouth to speak, but he captured her lips with his, trapping and muffling the words in his mouth. His tongue slipped easily in, dancing with hers. Breaking the kiss, he moved to kissing and sucking on her neck, as he continued to slowly piston in and out of her pussy. With every nerve ending on her skin arcing with electricity, she whimpered and moaned as he brought her to the edge of another orgasm. At any moment, she would burst into flames.

  He brought his lips to her ear, “I’m going to make you come so hard and fast you won’t be able to walk when I’m done with you.”

  Her brow wrinkled up as she arched her back feeling the wave of the climax overtake her. The lips of her weeping pussy glistened from the cream flowing from her.

  “Fuck me, master, hard and deep.”

  He groaned from sheer ecstasy. This
was more than he could take. Complete thought of reason faded into the shadows of his brain. Nothing mattered except quenching the beast raging inside, the bloodsucking beast demanding to be fed.

  His fangs burst forth without restraint, pain shooting through his mouth. His heart slammed hard in his chest, the silky feel of her hair fell around his face, and the smell of the light citrus scent of her enveloped his thoughts at the moment his beast took control. Stefan bit down, his fangs sank into her neck, and her blood spilled into his mouth.

  In the back of his mind he warned himself to take only a small taste of her blood. He had already tasted once tonight and there was the blood loss from Ecaterina’s attack to consider. Too much more taken without replenishing her would endanger her life. He didn’t want to deal with the consequences of his over-exuberance. Closing his eyes, he lost himself in the salty, sweet taste of her. Inhaling deeply, he let himself drown in the sweet sanctity of her arousal.

  Her soft mewing cry made his groin tighten. His climax drew close and the bloodlust surged through his veins. He sucked voraciously, drinking her blood into his mouth. Her flaming life essence rushed over his taste buds. The thought of the delectable elixir pulsing into him as he climaxed was the thing which broke his concentration and brought him back from taking all of her.

  He let out a low growl. With vampire quickness and strength he pushed away, pushing her from his embrace, her feet dropped to the floor, releasing his cock. Her hands clutched his biceps, her fingers curled around his steely muscle, digging into his tense flesh.

  Surprised, her reaction enabled him to regain complete control of the raging beast within. He uttered an oath and pulled back further. He licked the last drops of her blood off his lips. He lowered his eyes, “I’m sorry, Alexandra. I broke my promise to you. I’m so sorry.”

  “I didn’t stop you, did I? And if I remember correctly, you broke your promise earlier tonight and I didn’t stop you then. The psycho vamp bitch did.” Her eyes flashed an emerald green, deeper than the usual light peridot. The intensity reflected her inner desire like never before. Leaning forward, she grabbed him by his neck, pulling him closer.