by Mina Carter
Carter moved his lips down her neck, the tips of his fangs tickling the surface of her skin. He licked the spot where her pulse was beating. “Tonight. Now.”
Nikki shivered, goose bumps rose wherever she felt the touch of his fangs. Her body was on fire, from the inside out. His lips moved down her chest, open mouthed kisses moved down her breast, circling her nipple. Making her almost forget what she had to tell him. “Carter?”
“Don’t talk,” Carter said before kissing her. His mouth claimed her. His tongue exploring every inch of her mouth. Tangling with her tongue with his. His hands moved inside the waistband of her jeans and inside of her panties, bringing her even closer. She moaned against his lips as a finger started to circle he rear entrance.
“The only thing I want to hear from you is ‘fuck me now,’” His finger moved in circles, than up and down against her puckered hole.
“Carter, this is important,” Nikki moaned. No one had ever touched her there before, but just one touch and Carter had her almost begging him to take her there.
Carter sighed, “What is it that’s so important?”
“Your house. It was set on fire this morning.”
“What?” He started to the door before realizing he didn’t have on any clothes. “Fire? Do they know what happened?”
“No, they think it was deliberately set. I talked to the guys who were investigating it.”
“I’m sorry you lost your job, but you won’t be needing it anyway,” Carter said sympathetically. “I am more than capable of taking care of the both of us. What surprises me is that this house somehow didn’t even get any smoke damage.”
“That was another strange thing,” She then explained to him what the fire investigators told her about the woman in the tree.
“Bright red hair?” Carter asked. “Something about that sounds familiar.”
“Want to hear something weird? I used to dream of a woman with hair like that when I was a kid.”
“Nikki? I have a weird question. Do you have any witches in your family?”
“Witches? No,” Nikki answered. “Witches are real? Don’t answer that. It was a stupid question. Of course they are real. If vampires are real, than it makes sense that witches would be too.”
“So are shifters, zombies, and trolls. But there is something very familiar about that description.”
“But it was a dream? Wasn’t it?” Nikki asked.
“When did you stop seeing her?”
“When I was about seven. I had mentioned to my parents one morning during breakfast. About the pretty lady that would sing me to sleep or read me bed time stories,” Nikki replied. “After I mentioned it, I never saw her again.”
“Something I definitely want to look into, later,” Carter said. “I am thinking that maybe moving to Eastbrooke was not a good idea. Although if I hadn’t I would never have met you.”
“Carter? What are we going to do about your clothes? You can’t walk around naked all the time. Not that I mind, but I don’t want other women ogling your body. You could wear some of my father’s things but they would be too small on you.”
“We can go shopping. I will take you out to dinner,” Carter pulled her against him, his hard cock pressed against the swell of her stomach.
Nikki’s juices dripped down her thigh. “We can eat here.”
“No we can go out and eat, before we come back here and I eat you for dessert,” Carter kissed her.
“We can’t leave here in your condition,” Nikki said.
“I don’t have a problem wearing the same clothes that I wore last night,” Carter told her.
“It’s not the clothes,” Nikki replied. Her hand circled his shaft. Her thumb rubbed over the liquid that peaked through the tip. “Don’t want to damage this.”
Kneeling down on the floor she opened her mouth over his cock sliding it in as far as she could. She heard his muffled groan. “Damn, that feels good.”
Nikki’s tongue moved up and down circling the head of his cock, tasting the pre-cum. The salty, musky taste was almost as addictive as chocolate. He held her head between his hands and started to move inside her mouth. She pulled his cock out, moving her tongue up and down before pushing it back inside her.
When he pulled out of her she looked up at him in surprise. He lifted her up and kissed her. “I want to come in here.” He rubbed his finger against her pussy. His hands going to the waistband of her jeans, unbuttoning them before pushing them with her panties down.
Nikki cried out as Carter pushed a finger inside her wet pussy. Her pussy muscles gripped his finger as he fucked her with one finger than two. His mouth moved over hers. His tongue as deep in her mouth as his fingers were in her pussy. They moved in unison. “Take off your shirt.”
Nikki quickly complied. Her shirt and bra soon joined the pile of clothes that were on the floor. Lifting her up Carter carried her to the couch. Straddling his hips, Nikki lowered herself onto his cock. Her pussy stretching as he filled her. “You feel so good,” she moaned as she started to move.
“Your pussy was made for my cock,” holding her hips in place he started to slam into her. His cock moving in and out of her wet heat.
Nikki grabbed onto his shoulders, moving her lips down the side of his neck. His cock deep inside her, reclaiming what was his. Her pussy muscles grabbed onto his cock, juices rained down as she came. But he wasn’t nearly done with her.
Shifting so that her back was on the couch he started moving inside faster and harder. Her legs going around his waist had him sliding even deeper inside. His mouth covered one of her breasts and sucked. His fangs scraping at the flesh there without breaking the skin. His tongue circling her nipple. “Carter bite me.”
He slammed into her one last time coming inside her as his fangs slid into a vein. Drinking her blood as he filled her. Her pussy absorbing every drop. He withdrew his fangs, licking the wound closed. “Damn.”
“No kidding,” Nikki brought his head to hers and kissed him. “Are you sure we can’t just stay here?
“As tempting as you are, I need to take my lady out to dinner,” Carter kissed her. “Besides, I do need to get some new clothes.”
“Your lady? I like the sound of that.”
Her pussy whimpered as he pulled out of her. Standing up he picked her off the couch and carried her into the shower.
FOUR
Nikki staggered out of the shower. Shaking her finger at Carter. “You keep your hands to yourself,” she was amazed that her legs held her up.
Carter smiled at her before kissing her again. His lips moving down her throat. “You don't really mean that do you?” He lifted her up and placed her on the counter. Opening her thighs he pushed two fingers inside and started to move.
Her greedy pussy immediately wrapped its muscles around his fingers. He wiggled his fingers inside. She rested her head on his shoulder shuddering as his finger rubbed against her g-spot. “I wish that I can stay inside you all day.” Bringing her to his he kissed her. His tongue touching every inch of her mouth. Her tongue tangled with his. She gave into the feeling of just letting him do whatever he wanted. Her body was no longer hers. It belonged to Carter Simmons.
Her pussy muscles tried to grab his fingers back as they left her. They were soon replaced by something harder, thicker that filled her. Her moans seemed to be in sync with the sound of skin slapping against skin. Her legs wrapping around his waist as he pounded inside her.
Nikki dug her fingers into his biceps as he started to move faster, harder. He brought his lips down on hers. Nikki’s tongue moved deep inside of Carter’s mouth. Her tongue moving over two tiny bumps on the roof of his mouth.
“You are playing with fire,” Carter warned. He moved is lips down her throat, licking at the vein that throbbed beneath.
“Do it,” Nikki cried out as she felt his fangs slide into her throat. Her pussy juices flowed out of her as her blood flowed into his mouth. She held his head to her neck, urging him to drink as much
as he needed. But she needed him too.
Licking the wounds closed, Carter kissed Nikki. Nikki tasted her blood that still remained on his lips. “Carter let me drink.”
Using a nail, Carter scratched the skin above his nipple. Nikki eagerly placed her lips over the wound and drank. She heard a muffled groan, just before she felt him come inside her. The taste of his blood was even better than she remembered.
“You are incredible,” Carter brushed his lips over hers.
“We are never going to leave here,” as much as she wanted to stay in his arms, the counter was not exactly comfortable.
Carter lifted her off the counter and into the bedroom. Setting her on the bed, he went to the dresser and started going through her clothes. “As much as I love being inside you, I want to take my lady out to dinner.”
Nikki glowed on the inside, “Your lady?”
“My woman, my mate,” He placed the clothes he picked out and started to help her get dressed.
“Carter, I am perfectly capable of dressing myself,” she protested.
“Yes, you are more than capable,” He kissed her. “But I love taking care of you, so you better get used to it.”
The touch of his hands against her skin made her want to purr. “Carter? I know that you said I won’t feel any difference until after the third time we blood share, but I feel different.”
“Different? How?” He looked concerned. Touching her forehead. “You don’t feel feverish or anything.”
“My skin just feels extra sensitive.” Nikki answered. “I can’t explain it but it feels like you are petting my skin.”
“I have never heard of anyone experiencing any changes before the third exchange.” Carter said. “Maybe I should hold off doing the third? I don’t want you to go through something that will hurt you.”
“Carter Simmons, if you so much as withhold a drop of blood from me, I will personally tie you down until you give in,” Nikki warned her. “I am perfectly fine. It doesn’t feel bad. In fact if you weren’t so insistent about going out to eat, I could easily pick up where we left off in the bathroom.” The idea not being a bad one, her hand touched him.
“None of that.” Carter removed her hand. “I do need to get a few things. I am not sure how long we will be staying here.”
“What do you mean?” Nikki asked.
“Nikki, someone burned down my house last night. I hadn’t even been here forty-eight hours,” Carter reminded her.
“I see your point,” Nikki admitted. “Where would you move?”
“We will be moving,” Carter kissed her. “I cannot leave my mate behind. Now let’s go shopping I need some clothes.”
“Good point. Don’t want women drooling over my man.” She grinned. “But why do we have to eat out? Why can’t we just go shopping and come back?”
“Because, someone set my house on fire and I want to let them know that they didn’t succeed in ending my life.” Carter answered.
“So you want to rub it in their faces that you are still alive?”
“If you want to put it that way.” Carter replied.
“Let’s go.”
They pulled up in front of the Toscana, the most expensive place in Eastbrooke. The restaurant was owned by Lucille Merryweather. It was the place to be seen. Nikki couldn’t wait to see the reaction when Carter walked in still alive.
“How about a bet?” Carter suggested.
“What kind of bet?
“I bet that we don’t get a table,” Carter challenged.
Nikki chuckled. “That is a sucker bet, pun not intended, if I ever heard one. But if I were to agree to the bet, what do you get if I lose?”
Carter answered. “I will fuck you anytime, anyplace, anywhere that I want.”
Nikki’s panties flooded at his statement. “I see what do I get if I win?”
“You don’t want to win,” Carter said softly. “You want me to do exactly what I said.”
“You sound way too sure of yourself.” She denied.
Carter threaded his fingers in her hair and kissed her hard. “What do you want if you win?”
“To tie you up,” Nikki answered. “Have my wicked way with you.”
“Deal,” Carter agreed. “But don’t think even for a minute that I am going to lose.”
“Excuse me sir? Miss?” the maître de said to them. “I am sorry, but management has told me that we cannot allow you to eat here.”
“Why not?’ Nikki asked.
“Because our customers are not on the menu,” he whispered.
“Why on earth would Carter want to eat your customers?” Nikki asked.
“I promise you that there is only one person I want to eat and that is Nikki, but that could get us arrested,” Carter took her hand and started towards the door. “Come on, let’s go.”
“No. Not yet,” Nikki saw Lucille sitting at the table in the middle of the dining room. Like some freaking queen. When her eyes met Lucille’s she saw that the older woman grew pale. She knew as surely as she was going to walk stiffly tomorrow after Carter is through with her tonight, that Lucille Merryweather knew exactly what happened to Carter’s house.
“Excuse me, but you have been asked to leave. If you don’t leave now, I will have to call the cops.”
Nikki recognized Mark Merryweather, Lucille’s grandson, the whiniest man she ever met in her life. “Call them,” She walked past Mark and headed to the table where Lucille sat.
“Hello Lucille,” Nikki sat down. “How is your dinner? Taste good? I thought you would prefer something with a smoky taste.”
“How dare you sit here? I didn’t invite you or him, to join me,” Lucille protested.
“Nikki? Let’s go,” Carter said.
“We will in a minute,” Nikki placed her head on her hand. “So, Lucille? What do you want to tell me about the fire?”
“I have no idea what you are talking about,” Lucille denied. “If you remember, I was at Burger Heaven when news came about the fire.”
“That’s right you were. I am willing to bet that you were at Burger Heaven for an alibi,” Nikki agreed. “You know who started the fire, don’t you Lucille?” Nikki could almost hear the wheels turning in Lucille’s head.
“If you do not leave here in five seconds, I will have Mark call the police to escort you out,” Lucille threatened.
Nikki ignored her threat. “I would love to talk to them about your involvement. But then it wouldn’t do any good since you are doing the mattress mambo with the sheriff.”
“It’s obvious that your parents didn’t teach you proper manners,” Lucille ignored her comment. “You are just as much of a witch as your mother.”
“You leave my mother out of this. She has nothing to do with the fact that you had someone set fire to Carter’s house. It was a warm welcome, but not quite the kind he had in mind,” Nikki played with a salt shaker. “We both know that you had something to do with it. I can see it in your eyes.”
“Mark!” Lucille yelled. “Get these two out of her now, or else you’re fired.”
“I wouldn’t lay a finger on Nikki,” Carter warned. “You don’t touch what is mine, ever.”
Nikki smiled to herself as Mark turned whiter than the tablecloth. “I would listen to him if I were you.”
“Nikki, I think you have tormented these people long enough,” Carter told her. “Let’s go.”
“Aww, you never let me have any fun,” Nikki pouted but stood up.
“I promise you that you will have all the fun you can handle tonight,” Carter whispered in her ear.
“Promises.”
“Guaranteed.”
“You people better be careful what they are feeding you here,” Nikki shouted as she walked out. “I wouldn’t be at all surprised that the pasta is from a vat of worms in a pot.” She watched as a waiter put a plate of pasta with mussels in front of Lucille. “What’s in the rocks Lucille? Roaches?”
“I can see that I am going to have my hands fu
ll with you,” Carter chuckled. “What the hell?”
Nikki turned her head at the sound of dishes breaking and people screaming. Her jaw dropped as she saw mice running across the tables, pasta moving and roaches climbing up the walls. It looked like something out of a bad horror movie. “Holy shit. Carter what did you do?”
“I swear, it wasn’t me,” He said as they hurried out of the restaurant.
“Well then who else would have done that?”
“You,” Carter kissed her. “You did it.”
“How could I?” Nikki asked.
“Nikki, are you absolutely sure that there are no witches in your family?”
“Of course, I am sure,” Nikki answered. “Although, Lucille obviously thinks I am one. Can you believe she called my mother a witch? Wouldn’t I know if I had some sort of magical powers?”
“I’m not so sure of that,” Carter said as they got in the car. “Some things are starting to add up. One is your description of the woman you said you used to see when you were a kid. I know there is something familiar about that description. I know someone that fits that description. You two are similar in some ways. Number two, you said that you feel differently. That your sense of smell has increased. Normally people don’t feel any difference until after the third bite. But you are already developing some hybrid tendencies. Not that I am complaining.”
“I find it hard to believe that my parents would keep something like that from me,” Nikki gasped as Carter’s hand slid inside her shirt. “Carter?”
“We have a bet to settle. It’s time to start paying,” he reminded her.
“But I sat at a table.” She protested.
“You did so uninvited,” Carter’s hand slipped inside the bra she wore and twisted her nipple. “Come here.”
“Here? Anyone can see us,” Nikki looked around her. They were still parked in front of the restaurant.
“I said anywhere, anytime, anyplace,” Carter’s hand unhooked the front clasp of her bra. Moving his hand out of her bra, he reached down and moved the front seat back as far as it would go. “Unbutton your jeans and slide them down.”