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

by Lexi C. Foss

  “Yeah and reenact the results of the second wake where I took out a whole town because it was fun. She would stake me,” I sighed.

  “I doubt that,” he said with a smile then walked away.

  I was just delaying. I needed to go get her and we needed to find this vamp soon. When we found him and dusted him, I would say good-bye and suck it up. Not literally.

  When she opened the door, I almost lost control and stripped her bare. She wore a sweet white dress with blue flowers along the bottom half of the skirt. I’d been alive for a long time, and out of boredom, I’d found that paying attention to a woman’s clothes was important. She wore a small blue hat with fuchsia and white flowers. Don’t ask me to give you details beyond that. All I knew was that it was pretty enough that I wanted to rip her out of it.

  “Are you ready?” she asked without inviting me into the apartment.

  “Yes. You look wonderful,” I said.

  “Thank you,” she replied.

  We walked in silence to the elevator. She didn’t speak the whole way down, and I didn’t know what to say to fill the space. “Gee, I really loved licking your pussy” didn’t seem appropriate. Nor did “You know that thing we did last night. I’d really like to do it again. Soon.” Instead, I kept my mouth shut.

  I guided her to my car and held the door for her to get inside. I’d driven my Aston Martin DB11, not to impress her, but as a reminder to all the pricks at this polo match, that a mere Baron still had money.

  We’d driven for five minutes in awkward silence when she finally spoke.

  “Nice car.”

  “Thanks.”

  “Are you trying to prove to me that you are rich?”

  “No. Driving this had nothing to do with you.” Idiot. I quickly tried to recover. “I mean that in order to maintain appearances, driving an expensive car reminds the peerage that even the lowest of their ranks can buy the finer things. It’s a rite of passage.”

  “Yet, they still look down upon you,” she said.

  “How do you know that?” I asked.

  “I’ve been to enough of their pointless gatherings to know that even the gentry has its ranks. You aren’t at the top.”

  “No, I’m at the bottom,” I said with disdain.

  “Do you want to be on top?” she asked. I paused. Had I heard the tone I wanted to hear in her voice.

  “Being on bottom isn’t so bad,” I replied, cutting my eyes to her. A smile flirted around the edges of her mouth. “Sam, I…”

  “No. You said no strings. We might do it again. We might not. Leave it.”

  I swallowed my pride and kept my mouth shut, but a fire began to stir in my belly. In time we reached the Ham Polo Club. She exited the car before I could open the door for her and that ignited something in me that I couldn’t hold back. We walked through the parking area side by side. But the moment we entered the main door of the club house, I grabbed her arm and dragged her into a side room. Thankfully, no one was there.

  She didn’t fight me. In fact, her eyes glazed over and she lifted her chin smugly.

  “We will do it again. You want to know why?”

  “Why?” she asked in monotone, as if she didn’t care.

  I ran my hand up her thigh under her skirt, skimming over the stake she had holstered there to the center of her body. Pressing the heel of my hand over her clit with enough force for her to buck toward it.

  “Because you can act like you don’t want me, but I know the truth, my dear. You want it. You want to see what other tricks I have up my boring sleeves. So, don’t act smug with me. Especially when I can smell how wet you are right now.”

  “You aren’t the only thing that makes me wet,” she said, cocking her head to the side.

  “Oh, you mean, Beckett. The vamp who offered to suck me off last night after I left you. I’m sure that he would be happy to hear that you get wet for him, too. Perhaps next time he offers, I’ll let him, and I’ll make you watch,” I said. Her eyes grew heavy, and the wetness between her legs soaked through her panties onto my hand. I pressed against her again, and she squirmed to get away from my touch. A small moan escaped her lips, and I laughed. I leaned over her like I was going to kiss her. “Tell me what you want, Slayer. The world is yours, and I’ll give it to you.”

  It turned me on more that she wanted to see it than I thought it would. I hadn’t considered it, and frankly, I’d never tried it. But to see her give into her desires, I’d do it.

  “You talk big, Baron Eden. But I know you. That isn’t your thing,” she said smartly.

  I gathered my will and pressed my opposite hand over the ankh around her neck. It protected her from being compelled. I had the theory that she could be compelled if it was something she wanted.

  “Samarie, go sit in that chair,” I said. Her eyes widened as she felt the power ripple over her skin. Chill bumps rose to the surface of her skin, and her cheeks reddened with anger. Her body carried her to a white leather chair across the room. These small rooms at the club were used for intimate parties. I was glad no one was in this one today. I took out my cell phone and sent a text message.

  “What are you doing?” she asked.

  “Giving you what you want,” I replied.

  I put both hands on the arms of the chair and leaned over her. “Your amulet protects you from being compelled, but I’m not forcing you to do anything you don’t want.” I heard the door behind me open and close. Her eyes darted over my shoulder to Beckett, then back to me. “Lock the door, Beckett.”

  “Sure,” he said.

  I rose up and took a few steps away from Samarie. Beckett walked over to stand beside me.

  “What’s this about? Are you forcing her to sit in that chair?” he asked. A raw anger tainted his words.

  “I can’t compel her. She wears a charm to protect herself from it. She’s sitting there because she wants to see me prove that I’m not a boring man. Apparently, last night wasn’t enough for her,” I said.

  “Oh, really. And I get to help in this?” he asked eagerly.

  “It’s part of what she wants. You see, Beckett, I’ve promised her the world. It just so happens that the thought of you gets her wet, and if that’s what my little slayer wants, that’s what she gets,” I said.

  Beckett leaned down next to her ear and whispered something. She gurgled out a moan as if she’d tried to hold it back. Beckett got down on his knees and held on to her waist. Lowering his head down between her legs, he groaned.

  “My god, she smells amazing,” he said. “Well, if Baron Eden has promised you anything you want, who I am to deny you? Tell me, Samarie. What do you want?”

  Behind him, I unbuckled my pants and pulled out my raging cock. It was hard and still unsatisfied from last night. Beckett looked over his shoulder as I fisted it. Samarie looked at me, then back at him, but didn’t speak.

  “Oh, I see. He told you what I offered him.” He ran is fingers down her cheek, and she trembled at his touch. He laughed darkly as I walked up behind him. “Whatever you want, my dear.”

  8

  The Details

  SAMARIE

  Every bone in my body wanted to protest being held against my will, but the longer I sat in that chair staring at Jasper as he worked his engorged cock with his own hand, the more I realized he was right. I wanted to see him. Then, to add Beckett to the mix, I almost orgasmed just thinking about it.

  Beckett ran his soft fingers down my cheek, and I shuddered. They were right. I wanted to sit there. I wanted to see them. My body betrayed me in every way. I felt my arousal leaking down my legs.

  “Tell me, Sam. What do you want right now?” Jasper asked. His bright blue eyes flared with lust and desire. I saw him differently. Last night he had surprised me. Now, he was changing my entire perspective of him. I knew that he’d never been with a man, because we had discussed it. Just like I’d never been with a woman. I wanted to see it happen, not because he was suddenly gay, but because he wanted to give me wha
tever I wanted. I was prepared to make him keep his word.

  “I want him to suck your dick,” I said. My own voice came out shaky. My body trembled in anticipation, as if it were me who was about to be pleasured.

  He looked down at the man on his knees at his feet. “Give her what she wants, Beckett.”

  Without hesitation, Beckett slid his lips over Jasper’s cock taking it into his mouth and down his throat fully. Jasper’s head tilted back with a long groan. Beckett slowly moved back removing the dick from his mouth. He began to suck on the tip and roll his tongue around the head.

  Jasper reached down and grabbed his head, holding him still as he rearranged their stance. He turned to the side, so that I could see everything without obstruction.

  “Continue,” Jasper said, releasing Beckett who immediately complied. I reached down to my wetness, and Jasper’s eyes shot to me. “No, don’t touch yourself. You watch. You got yours last night. It’s my turn.”

  “But…”

  “No,” he said forcefully. I felt his power to compel me ripple over my skin again as his will overcome mine and the charm around my neck. I realized that this was what I’d been missing since I left New York. A confident, sexual man who wasn’t afraid to give or take. Jasper had always seemed like the good guy. Squeaky clean.

  But as I watched him enjoy every moment of Beckett sucking his dick, I realized that he could be everything I’d ever wanted. Vampire be damned. I was hot and bothered.

  In the back of my mind, I knew that this new revelation meant that I didn’t know my vampire friend as much as I thought I had, and that he could very well be the one I was hunting. I dismissed the thought. No, Jasper wanted me, and he was going to whatever lengths it took to get me.

  “For a Baron, you have a nice cock,” Beckett said, looking up at him while sliding his mouth up and down.

  “For a Viscount, you have a nice throat. Open your mouth and don’t speak,” Jasper said. He grabbed Beckett’s head and began thrusting his cock in and out of Beckett’s mouth. Beckett would gag, but he never fought against him, taking all the force that Jasper put out.

  I wanted to be involved. I want to be on my knees, too, but I couldn’t move. I was fixed to the chair watching Beckett enjoy the brutal force of the man standing above him. He loved every moment of it. Jasper took his eyes off Beckett and watched me as he skull-fucked the man below him. I saw his message loud and clear. It could have been me on my knees giving him the pleasure, but it wasn’t. Instead, he’d given me what I thought I wanted in order to prove to me that I wanted him to myself.

  His muscles flexed and his body tensed as his release began to build. He tore his eyes from me and looked down at Beckett who had tears in his adoring eyes. “Do you want me to come down your throat?” Jasper asked him.

  “Please. I want it all,” Beckett responded.

  “Hmm,” Jasper growled as he shoved his cock into Beckett’s mouth again. A motion lower caught my attention. I looked down and my eyes widened to see Beckett fisting his own cock as Jasper used his mouth. It was red and swollen. He was going to get off, too. Jasper slowed the rocking of his hips allowing Beckett’s lips to suck on him as he pulled out of his mouth. “Yes,” Jasper moaned. With one last thrust, Jasper held Beckett’s head as his cock disappeared. He grunted and his hips jerked. Beckett released a whining moan as his own dick sprayed cum across the toes of Jasper’s boots.

  Jasper stepped away from him and tucked his cock back into his pants. He grabbed Beckett by the chest of his shirt and looked him in the eyes. “You’ve got a damn fine mouth, Beck.”

  “It was my pleasure,” Beckett replied, as he tucked away his own spent dick.

  They turned their gaze to me. “Damn. Look at her. She’s shaking.”

  I was. I wanted them both. I needed it.

  “Now what do you want, my dear?” Jasper asked.

  “Both of you,” I said. Not believing the words came out of my mouth.

  “That’s too bad.” Jasper wrapped his arm around Beckett’s shoulder. “We’ve got a match to play and a bad guy to catch. But I did promise to give you everything you wanted. What do you think, Beckett, can we make time for her later?”

  Beckett cocked a devious smile. “I’m sure I can work you both into my schedule later.”

  Without another word, he left the room, leaving me with Jasper.

  “So, I get nothing?” I asked.

  “You will get everything. You will just have to wait for it. You’ve made me wait for a very long time. I’m only making you wait a few hours, and during that time, you will not touch yourself,” he said.

  “You can’t stop me,” I snarled.

  He leaned down over me. “I’m not going to stop you. You are going to stop you, because you know that if you wait, I’ll blow your mind in ways you can never do flicking your own clit.”

  I lifted my chin. “You have jizz on your shoe.”

  He lifted his foot to the arm of the chair. “Want to lick it off?” he asked with a grin. It was a facial expression that I knew. Jasper, the old one, had returned. He was teasing me. He laughed and grabbed a napkin from a near-by table which had been set up for a small gathering. He wiped off his shoe and tossed the napkin into my lap.

  “What’s this?” I asked, staring at it.

  “A promise, my dear,” he said, then he walked out of the room.

  The force of the enthrallment lifted. I jumped out of the chair with a gasp as if I’d held my breath the entire time. The napkin fell from my lap to the floor. I stared at it, then in defiance, I picked it up and stuffed it into my clutch. I’d make sure that Baron Eden kept his promise.

  I made my way to the ladies’ room to clean up the mushy mess in my panties. I just hoped that I hadn’t ruined my dress and that I could find a way to mask the musk. I shook my head. As turned on as I had been, I’d been distracted from the main purpose of all of this. I had a vampire to catch. I didn’t understand why my body wouldn’t cooperate. As I made my way through the clubhouse, ignoring the overly dressed peerage, I dialed the E.V.I.E. offices in New York. A familiar female voice answered.

  “How may I help you?” she asked.

  “London operative for James Smith,” I said.

  “Sam, is everything alright?” she asked.

  “I just need to talk to James. I believe that I am compromised, Miranda,” I said.

  “He’s not in, but you can talk to me. I’m sure you aren’t compromised,” she said in a playful tone. I loved Miranda. She was the oil to Jude Reyes’, the director’s, water.

  I ducked around a corner for some privacy and spoke quietly. “Miranda, I just watched one male vampire suck another one off and damn I just…”

  “Oh, was it hot?” she asked.

  I sighed loudly and she laughed. “Don’t laugh at me.”

  “I’m not laughing at you, Sweetie. Who was it?”

  “Baron James Eden and Viscount Beckett Stuart,” I replied.

  “Damn! Did you video it?”

  “Miranda!”

  “Listen, both of them are on our list of contacts within the peerage of London. What’s the problem? Are they helping you hunt down our target?”

  “Jasper is. I’m not sure what Beckett is doing. One minute he was hot after me; the next he’s sucking Jasper’s dick,” I said.

  “Well, now that you have me all hot and bothered, you need to go take care of business. Is this really about Vega?” She’d hit the nail on the head.

  “Maybe it is,” I admitted.

  “In our line of work, sometimes we get to enjoy the good with the bad. Play their game. Enjoy it while you play it, and in the end, dust whatever needs dusting. You can do this. You’ve done it before. Your only mistake with Vega was getting your heart involved. I’m going to do you a favor and not report this conversation. Go do your damn job and stop doubting yourself.”

  “Thank you, Miranda,” I said.

  “And next time record it for me.”

  I laugh
ed and hung up on her. I straightened my dress which didn’t need straightening and made my way into the crowd of spectators. Some I knew were vampires. Others, I wasn’t sure. There were children, too. The laws of the British peerage allowed vampires to adopt children who would later be turned. Some of the children were just the offspring of regular humans. I wondered how many of the upper crust of society knew that they rubbed elbows with monsters who wanted to devour them.

  I found a seat away from the gatherings of the elites. A waiter brought me an assortment of drinks to choose from and I took a glass of lemonade. I watched as the players including Jasper and Beckett who were on opposite teams trotted out onto the field. Quietly, I watched the interactions of the gentry to see if I could spot any anomalies or strange happenings. However, it seemed like the normal wealthy circle jerk.

  After a few minutes of silence, the game began. I became enthralled watching Beckett and Jasper taunt each other. I doubted anyone would see it as sexual tension other than myself. I didn’t even notice when a young woman sat down next to me.

  “You are that ambassador’s daughter, aren’t you?” she asked. She held a martini with an olive.

  “I am the daughter of the Egyptian ambassador,” I replied.

  She stuck her hand out to me. “I’m Chelsea Victoria Stuart.”

  “Samarie Bashir,” I replied, lightly taking her name.

  “My brother has mentioned you,” she said.

  “Oh, yes. Well, I have met him once,” I replied.

  “He gets enamored quickly. I wouldn’t put too much stock in his attentions.” I wondered why she was running deference for her brother other than she thought I might be a normal human who had no idea what her brother and family were.

  “Well, I’m actually here with Baron Eden,” I replied, nodding to Jasper as he rode by on his horse.

  “Jasper!” She gave as snorting laugh. “Surely, you could do better.”

  “What do you mean?” I asked.