E.V.I.E.: 13 Slayers, 13 Missions

by Lexi C. Foss

  “And we will do it. After.” He wrenched his hands from mine, hooked his fingers in the band of my yoga pants. Slowly he dragged them down to my knees.

  I needed the release. I’d taken the gift of healing from the artifact, which would sometimes leave me horny. Bastet was also the goddess of fertility which meant sex. Lots of sex. Something I hadn’t had a lot of in a very long time. My body craved the high of ecstasy.

  “No expectations? I can’t give you anything else,” I said, weakly as he placed soft kisses on my inner thigh.

  “I’m at your service. If you say no, I stop. If you say no more, I won’t touch you again. You are in complete control. Tell me what you want, Samarie,” he said, lifting his eyes to me. I saw a smoldering heat there that I’d never seen in him. He’d always suppressed his vampire seduction with me. Now he was turning it loose. I didn’t know if it was the fear that he might lose me to Beckett or that he might never get the chance again. Either way, he was all in and I found it irresistible.

  “If you bite me, I dust you,” I warned.

  “I don’t want to bite you, but I am going to eat your pussy until you come all over my face.”

  “Fuck,” I muttered. He grinned, knowing that I’d given into him.

  He continued to kiss my thighs and work his way to my center which was already soaking my panties. I’d put on plain cotton ones because I hadn’t anticipated any action. He didn’t care as he kissed the soaked underwear while watching me look down at him. His tongue brushed over the wetness and he moaned. I matched his moan with a gasp. I pressed down the sounds that wanted to escape my mouth. I was so fucking needy, and I didn’t want to seem like it. He could smell it on me.

  “My god, you taste like heaven,” he said as he wrapped his hand around my back and gripped my ass pulling me closer to his mouth. He buried his face in my wet panties while massaging my ass.

  “Stop teasing me,” I gasped.

  “Oh, my dear, I have only just begun to tease you.”

  “Why?” I didn’t want teasing. I wanted a release, and the sooner the better.

  “You once said I was a boring man.”

  “You are.” Although, at the moment, he had me completely shocked.

  “I’m going to prove you wrong.”

  Before I could reply, he grabbed my hands and shoved me toward the couch, then pressed his hand between my shoulders forcing me to lean down over the back of it. My ass stuck up in the air for him to access it easily. My toes barely touched the floor, and I had no control over my body.

  “Cute,” I muttered.

  He slapped my ass. “Don’t speak. I’m not done with you. The only thing I want to hear come out of your mouth is, ‘you are not a boring man, Jasper Eden’.”

  “I won’t say it,” I replied defiantly.

  He tore my panties from my body and buried his face in my wet pussy. His tongue danced frantically around my lips, but never on my clit where I wanted it. I moaned with pleasure and frustration. Jasper had flipped a switch, and I was caught up in the wave of passion. I hadn’t felt it so long. My body betrayed me as a wanting little slut who hadn’t been satisfied in a very long time.

  “Say it, Sam.”

  “No!”

  His large hands pulled my cheeks apart as he licked from my tight pucker to my wet slit. I responded with a stifled moan. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  “Say I’m not the boring man you thought I was,” he urged as he teased my wetness with his fingers. My defenses faded away with every stroke. I’d wanted Jasper, but I didn’t expect to crumble with his first move.

  “Never!” I replied defiantly. I could hear the fake bravado in my voice. I was sure he heard it, too.

  He eased a finger into my wet hole, and I purred with anticipation. “Fine. I will tease your body until you cannot take it anymore, but before I let you come, you will say it.”

  “Jasper, please,” I said as heat spread across my skin. He slowly dipped his finger in and out of me, then used two to push me more. My hips rocked wanting more, but he barely moved. I groaned in frustration.

  “You can keep begging, but I only want to hear one thing.”

  “Well, it’s stupid,” I protested.

  “Your wet pussy disagrees.” His mouth closed over it while flicking his tongue nearer and nearer to my clit. I wiggled to try to make him hit the mark, but he held me firmly in place. I gripped the upholstery on the couch as he continued to lick and tease me with his fingers. The moans that escaped my mouth embarrassed me. When I felt his thumb press on my bum, I jumped. “Easy there. I’m just testing you.”

  “Not there.” I protested, but damn if it didn’t make me get hotter. Sweat rolled down my face to my hair as he kept me upside down over the back of the couch.

  “I’m in charge here. You can make it stop. Say it.”

  “No!”

  “I get the feeling you don’t want me to stop.” He chuckled then assaulted my clit by sucking on it, and I squealed as my legs began to shake from being strained over the top of the couch with no foothold.

  “Oh, yes, please,” I begged, but he pulled away as I began to reach a peak. “Fuck you!”

  He laughed as he wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me up. He kissed my neck as he led me around to the rug in the center of the room. Guiding me to my knees, he pushed me forward again. I was on all fours, waiting for his next move. He caressed my ass as I sat there leaking my arousal down my legs.

  Then, he shocked me completely. He laid down on the floor and moved up under me.

  “Sit on my face, Sam.”

  “What?!”

  “If you don’t want…”

  I planted myself on him, and he laughed as he continued to lick and tease me. I rocked back and forth. I tore off my shirt and massaged my breasts as I moved against his mouth. It became a game of dodge ball as he moved to counter my need to press my clit on his tongue. I growled in frustration.

  “Please…”

  “Say it.”

  “Please…” I rocked, and he dodged. He continued to press his finger against my ass, teasing me with entry. It was wet and slid around the rim as I moved.

  “You control this. You tell me when, baby.”

  I shook my head. I couldn’t believe I was going to say it, but damn if he hadn’t earned it. “Jasper Eden, you are not a boring man.”

  He grabbed my clit with his teeth and sucked hard while shoving his finger into my rear. I yelped in surprise and began to come, writhing in ecstasy as he sucked and licked until I couldn’t take it. I rolled off of him and laid on the floor facing the ceiling.

  My body felt numb and spent. I wasn’t sure if it was because it had been so long or because Jasper had teased me so severely. Either way, I was satisfied.

  He rolled on his side and gave me a smug smile.

  “Don’t even talk to me,” I muttered.

  He snuggled closer to me. “I can do that every day for the rest of your life. It’s up to you.” He placed soft kisses on my breasts and up my neck. I felt the heat rising up again. My body wanted more.

  “Fuck.”

  “We can do that, too.” He kissed my cheek, and I smelled myself on him. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and licked them clean, then grinned at me with his fangs extended. “I’ll pick you up tomorrow at noon.”

  He jumped up off the floor.

  “Wait, what?”

  “Charity polo match. You are going with me. We have a job to do.” He fucking winked at me, then left me satisfied and soaked on my receiving room floor.

  7

  The Match

  JASPER

  Her scent enveloped me as I drove home. My dick raged in my pants, because I hadn’t dared to touch it while pleasing her. I wanted her to know that I wanted her. Not just a fuck. Not just to please myself. I’d said no strings and no expectations. I meant it, but I also wanted her to see how much I could give her.

  The bliss on her face as I left told me everything I needed
to know. Samarie Bashir was mine, even if she didn’t want to admit it.

  Beckett’s presence had drove me to action. I couldn’t stand by and wait any longer. He would swoop in with no thought to her needs. I’d played the playboy for my parents demands, but he lived it. He enjoyed it, too. From the rumors I’d heard of him, he didn’t care who or what he fucked, as long as he got to fuck. Some vampires were like that. Insatiable. I had a high threshold myself, but I could be patient. I also could give everything to just one woman.

  When I arrived home, Bishop waited for me in the garage.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  “You have a visitor,” he replied.

  “I’m not interested in meeting up with anyone tonight,” I said. I needed to shower and try to get her smell off of me before I went mad. I also had a dick to appease.

  “I think you should speak to him,” Bishop pushed.

  I trotted into the house and through the kitchen to find Beckett seated in my den with his legs crossed drinking a glass of wine. In the darkness, his eyes glowed slightly red. He’d fed recently.

  “Sorry to drop by unannounced, but there are things we need to discuss,” he said.

  “I have nothing to say to you,” I replied.

  “I smell her on you. Did you make her come?” he asked.

  I growled. “That is none of your business!” I heard Bishop move behind me. “Bishop, that will be all for tonight.”

  “Yes, Sir,” he responded.

  I waited until he left the room. I knew he’d go to the small security room where we kept the controls for the cameras which blanketed the house.

  “Bishop is a good man. He recognized what I was without me having to explain. You, however, still haven’t gotten it,” he said.

  I turned on a lamp to illuminate the room. His eyes darted to my crotch, and I snarled. “Say what you have to say and get out.”

  He sat his glass down and licked his lips. “You gave but didn’t receive. How noble.”

  “Beckett!” I shouted. He smiled and stood. He began to unbutton his shirt. “What the fuck are you doing? Stop.”

  He took a few steps closer to me. “You are a good man. I believe that wholeheartedly. Let me prove to you that I am just as good.” He continued to unbutton the black shirt and untuck it from his pants. “You see, Jasper Eden, we are the same.” He placed his hand on my chest over the tattoo hidden by my clothes. He took my right hand, used it to push aside his shirt and laid my hand on his bare chest. The edges of his tattoo peeked out around my hand.

  “Fraternitas, quae vicit crucis,” I said in unbelief.

  “Fellowship of the crucible,” he replied. “We are on the same team.”

  “You do not present yourself as an honorable man,” I scoffed. He flexed his fingers on my chest, gently massaging it.

  “I have needs, as you have needs,” he replied as his hand slipped down to my crotch, brushing over the erection that refused to go away. “I do not repel you.”

  “You do. I want her. Only her,” I said.

  “If I know you Jasper Eden, you pleasured her and promised no strings, yet your dead heart is tied up in a woman who will not give herself wholly to you,” he said.

  I huffed and stepped away from his touch. “Maybe so, but you aren’t the answer to that.”

  “Maybe not, but if you change your mind, I’d love to wrap my lips around your cock,” he said.

  I cleared my throat and backed away. He was a dirty talker. It had turned Samarie on, and I hated to admit it, but I enjoyed it too. He knew it, as he watched me sort my emotions. On one hand, I’d love to fuck his dirty mouth. On the other, I wanted her. Even if she never gave me everything, I’d take what I could get and not let anything get in the way of that.

  He lifted an eyebrow and his bright green eyes twinkled in the lamplight. He’d worn a simple black t-shirt and jeans. Nothing as gaudy as what he’d worn to the rave. He was certainly handsome, but I’d never found myself attracted to men. There was something unique about Beckett, and I couldn’t put my finger on it. I filed it as intriguing in my brain, then switched the conversation.

  “This vamp we are hunting. I just assumed it was you, given your family’s past,” I said.

  I saw the defeat and rejection flicker in his eyes for a moment, then he returned to his wine and chair. He sat down confidently and sipped the dark red liquid. “I joined the fellowship to help hunt my uncle. When he was executed, my father’s line became the main heirs. However, we do not have the means to produce a full family in rotational sleep. We are weighing our options. The council has given suggestions, but we have not determined what we will do yet.”

  “Perhaps someone in your family is recruiting?”

  He chuckled at my assertion. “If we were recruiting to fill the ranks of our family, we wouldn’t be looking in dank warehouses in East London. We would choose among the blue-blooded families of England. My father wishes me to marry.”

  “It’s not like you can produce an heir,” I scoffed, then decided to take a seat.

  He ran his finger around the rim of his glass, then placed it in his mouth and sucked it. My cock jumped in my pants, but I ignored it. His sly smile crossed his face. He knew my body had reacted to the movement. “No, but women of the peerage rarely fuck only their husbands. I need an unfaithful woman to produce a child that I can claim.”

  “And turn him? Or her?” I asked. The idea of turning humans appalled me. It was against the code of the fellowship.

  “And you see my dilemma,” he said.

  “Fucking me won’t fix that,” I pointed out.

  “No, but I would enjoy it.”

  I swallowed and recentered my thoughts. “So, you have an heir problem. Are there no family sleeping in your home?”

  “None. My uncle’s entire line was wiped out by the fellowship and council. They are pressing us hard to make a decision. If we don’t, we will lose our standing within the ranks of the blue-blooded vampires,” he said.

  Losing standing meant that they would lose their lands to the vampire council. They would become peasants and outcasts. They had very few options.

  “And your father? The Earl of Richmond? Are you sure he isn’t behind this?” I asked.

  “We don’t need blood slaves. But I cannot definitively give you an answer. My father and I are not on good terms.” I saw the hurt and pain in his eyes. This bothered him.

  “Why? What happened?” I asked.

  “Well, as you said, fucking you won’t fix my problem. Fucking anyone doesn’t fix it.”

  “So, why do you do it?”

  “Because it feels good when nothing else does. I feel nothing. Samarie is a prize, but if I ever fucked her, it would be a one-time thing, then I’d move on.”

  “You won’t ever fuck her,” I said.

  “Are you sure about that, Eden?” he asked, then drained the last of the wine. He stood and looked down at me, then gazed at my crotch. “Last chance.”

  “No, thanks,” I replied.

  “The invitation remains open. In fact, I might like to play around with you more than once. Perhaps we could convince her to join us,” he said.

  “Why did you come here? Just to offer your body to me?”

  “No, I wanted you to trust me. All fucking aside, I want to catch this bastard. If we work together, we can do it and keep her safe.”

  “I thought you didn’t have any emotions. Why do you care about her safety?” I asked. He was lying now. He did care about her safety. I didn’t know why other than he was attracted to her.

  He tilted his head. “It’s funny. I find myself wanting to keep both of you safe. You aren’t ready for what we might find. In fact, she’s probably more equipped for it than you. She’s trained to handle this sort of thing. When is the last time you went on a mission for the Fellowship?”

  “She is my mission,” I replied.

  “Oh! So, they assigned you to keep an eye on her, and what? You fell in love with he
r.”

  “She is everything to me,” I admitted.

  “Fair enough. See you tomorrow. If you are still hard, I could meet you in the locker room before the match to help,” he said with a grin.

  “Get out,” I groaned.

  He chuckled as he swaggered to the door. Rejection didn’t bother him. It didn’t break his confident stride or how high he held his head. I hated that his family was in a bind, but I honestly didn’t see any way of fixing his problem.

  I had my own problem to fix. As much as I wished it was a set of soft lips doing it, I’d have to settle for my own hand.

  The last step in preparation for the polo match was to slather myself in the sunblock to keep me from burning under the sun. I’d looked at the forecast for the day, and while England had more cloudy days than not, today wasn’t going to be one of those days.

  More than anything, I had to repeatedly calm myself, because I would be picking up Samarie soon. That bastard, Beckett, was right. Nothing was going to satisfy that need until I convinced her to do it.

  “You are anxious, Sir,” Bishop said as I looked at my hair one last time.

  “Don’t want to fuck this up,” I replied.

  “I suggest you focus on the task and not the girl,” he said.

  “She is intoxicating. There is no way I can ignore her. Not after last night.”

  He shrugged lightly and left me alone to preen. I’d tried once to look a little more rugged. I even grew a beard. It looked ridiculous. Preppy and clean cut. I saw the way Sam’s eyes lit up when she saw Beckett. He looked dark and dangerous. She liked that.

  “Girls love the bad boys,” I said.

  Bishop appeared at the door. “Did you need something?”

  “Yeah, a whole new look,” I replied.

  “This look suits you,” he said, looking at my pressed white pants, knee-high boots, and polo shirt emblazoned with my team’s sponsors.

  “It isn’t what she wants,” I said, turning away from my mirror.

  “Just because you wear these clothes doesn’t mean that is who you are under the surface. Perhaps you have suppressed your demon for too long. Allow her to see it,” Bishop suggested.