“A little more,” she prodded him.
He was happy to oblige and slid in just a little more. He could feel the heat she emanated scorch him through the latex and the moisture that coated him was simply erotic.
“Yes, yes, that’s it. Kiss me, Danny.”
He had never been with a woman like Starla before. He’d always been the one in charge when it came to sex. And he found he rather liked this change of pace. Doing as she asked, he nipped her lips with his, teasing her with a kiss he knew she so desperately wanted. Using his tongue, he slid it over her swollen lips and when she opened her mouth he was more than happy to dip it deep inside of her.
Again her moan sent vibrations throughout his body.
She arched her back, indicating she wanted more and he wanted so desperately to give it to her, but teasing her, making her beg was even more appealing. He pulled back, barely entering her.
“Put it back inside,” she begged, panting against his lips.
“You want it?”
“Yes, yes, now, Danny, now.”
“How’s this?” He pressed inside just a tiny bit and her reaction was typical. Her back arched, her legs spread wider and she began to gyrate.
“Yes, more. Give me more.”
“Like this?” He found tormenting her to be a great pleasure to himself.
“More!” she demanded, grabbing his arms and trying desperately to press him further inside of her.
“How’s this?” He barely pressed anything inside of her.
“Damn it, Danny. Give it to me, now!”
“You got it, toots.” Grabbing her knees, he pressed them onto her chest and spread them even wider. While her eyes were on his, he plunged himself all the way in.
“Yes! Yes!”
He felt her clamp onto him, wrapping moist, silky lips around his shaft as he pumped himself inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, lifting her hips even higher and he gave her even more.
She grunted, panting, squirming as he gave her what they both needed.
Her breasts taunted him, bouncing up and down as he thrust himself into her. He was unable to resist them and took one taut nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, Danny! Oh, Danny! Yes, I love that. More, more, more!”
He felt his release pressing closer and taking hold of her free breast, he took turns flicking the nipples on each breast with his tongue, driving them both wild.
“I’m…coming…”
He felt it gush over him in a waterfall of contractions sucking him in, stroking out his own release. Grabbing her hips, he lifted her higher and let himself go.
“You didn’t bite me,” she stated quietly when he’d collapsed over her, catching her breath.
He let her legs go as he pulled out. “What?”
“You didn’t bite me.”
“Would you like me to?” He peeled his lips back in a wide smile revealing his fangs.
Her smile absolutely lit up her face.
“No. I just wasn’t sure if you would while we did it.”
Stripping the condom away, he searched for a trash can. “I’ve been known to restrain myself from biting every woman I’m with.” Finally spotting a small metal trash can beside the nightstand, he dropped the used condom inside, and that was when it hit him. “You got turned on by the danger.”
“What?” She sat up and searched for her shorts and underwear.
Seeing them on the floor, he picked them up and handed them to her. “We were talking about me drinking blood and you were asking me about killing people right before you told me you wanted to fuck me. You got turned on by the danger.” And using that to his advantage, he ran his sharp incisors over his bottom lips then slowly slid his tongue over his teeth.
“That’s appalling! I was not turned on by the danger.” Obviously annoyed by his accusation, Starla drew on her clothing in a rush.
“Bullshit! It got you hot.” She pulled her leg away when he touched her knee.
“It wasn’t the danger that turned me on, Danny.” She stood up and snapped her shorts shut. “It was the soft, romantic tone in your voice when you spoke to me.”
“What soft romantic tone?” He didn’t have a soft, romantic tone in his voice.
She took his chin in her hand as she spoke. “The one you used when you touched me like this and told me curiosity killed the cat.” She kissed his mouth, then slunk past him and out of the room.
Well, damn! If he’d know that was all it took to get her in the sack he would have done it long ago.
***
What did he know about being a leader? He’d never been a leader at anything in his life, but Fritz knew what his kind needed and wanted and had the brains to get it or show them how to get what they needed. He wasn’t the sort of person that demanded his followers bring him this or cater to his every whim, the way Chaos had. But he did demand respect and anyone who didn’t show him respect was promptly asked to leave.
They usually went one way or another.
The ruckus outside caught his attention and upon checking it out saw a group of newcomers, vamps, werewolves, and demons tossing back a few beers and lighting some flares. At least they weren’t inside causing a ruckus this time. Some of the newcomers had left after being told to leave, but there were a few stragglers that refused to go. Fritz figured that if they kept themselves occupied out of doors he couldn’t really complain and as long as they kept their mitts and teeth off of the prisoners, everything would be fine.
With no humans around and the blood supply nearly gone, he figured the newcomers wouldn’t stick around much longer anyway. As it was, some of his people were fleeing the city for more prosperous places. Truth was, he couldn’t blame them. There really wasn’t much left in the city to entice them to stick around. Even the threat of sunlight didn’t deter them away from finding home elsewhere. What he needed was a way to keep his people here.
It was fine, sending them out onto the highways to gather people, but it wasn’t enough. They needed to think bigger.
He just had to figure out what.
Chapter 16
Since relieving his libido of its tension, Danny’s head was a little clearer. Not that he wouldn’t mind going another round with Starla, but for now he was somewhat satisfied. What he was thinking about was Chaos, and finding him. Since Starla had proclaimed to him that she would do what had to be done to end the darkness he’d thought a lot about Chaos. When he wasn’t thinking of Starla’s ripe gorgeous tits and soft, wet pussy, that was. Could he stand by and let Chaos be killed? He wasn’t entirely sure. But he did know one thing. If Starla could find Chaos, Danny wanted five minutes alone with him to get some answers.
One of which was why he’d pushed Danny away so easily.
Chaos had become like a father to Danny in the twenty years since he’d been turned. Sure, in the first few months after becoming a vampire, Danny had gone a little crazy. But who could blame him? Sure he’d been interested in Chaos being a vampire, and yes, he thought it was what he’d wanted at the time simply because he always felt like he didn’t belong in the family he’d been born into. Still…having it a reality was far different than it being a fantasy. That very first moment he’d woken, alone, in a strange room had been terrifying. Thirteen was an awkward age as it was. Most teenage boys had some sort of rebellious streak in them and Danny had made up for the ones who hadn’t. But waking up to find out your fantasy was now reality had been a hard pill for him to swallow.
And finding himself locked in the room tipped him right over the edge.
He’d screamed, he’d cried, and he’d pounded his fists so hard on the door that they’d cracked open and bled. And the scent of his own blood had aroused something primal inside of him. His first taste of blood had been his own and if one of Chaos’ men hadn�
��t come in when he had, Danny was sure he wouldn’t be standing here now. No, he’d gone at the blood on his hands like a rabid dog.
Lifting his palms, Danny saw only smooth skin and no scars from his past. If he were human…well, he never would have nearly gnawed his own hands off if he was a human. He’d had to be tied to the bed after that and remained tied down for nearly two months.
Chaos had visited him infrequently, and Danny had longed for the mentor he’d come to know and love. And when he’d finally come to Danny, he’d soothed him with his blood and with calm reassurance that everything would be fine.
Danny had just wanted to go home to his family.
Chaos had taken him that very night, back to his parents’ home to show him that he was no longer needed. What Danny saw set the wheels in motion for him deserting his family.
They’d been eating Thanksgiving dinner, laughing and enjoying the day as if nothing had happened. As if their son and brother wasn’t missing. At that moment, Danny had felt his world crumble.
Chaos had taken him into his arms and had kept him at his side for months afterwards, reassuring him that his family wasn’t worth his worry or tears and that his new family of vampires was all he would ever need.
And as time went on, Danny came to believe that.
Until Dante reentered his life and turned it all upside down.
He’d gone to the house that had been his family home before the darkness had settled in and now belonged to his sister Lexi. He’d seen with his own eyes just how much his family had missed him. Still missed him now.
His bedroom, which had also once been Dante’s bedroom in their youth, was now a shrine devoted to himself. There were pictures Danny had created in his lifetime with them. Pictures drawn with crayon as a child and pictures painted as a youth and then teenager. His baseball jersey had been hanging on the wall encased in glass as were his ball glove and bat. Newspaper clippings littered the wall, statements of his disappearance and the cops’ desperate search to find him.
They never had because Chaos kept him underground for two years after his abduction, telling him it was for his own good. And Danny had believed him. Until he’d seen the shrine created for him by his family.
It had been hard for Danny then to decipher his feelings. Sure, Chaos had booted him out of his life, yet Danny still loved him. But seeing that his family had missed and loved him had made Danny question Chaos and everything Chaos had told him.
At the time of the ritual, Danny hadn’t questioned Chaos’ plan to sacrifice five young girls. They were anonymous beings to him. What did he care? He rarely ever questioned Chaos. But in the months since he’d first been on his own he’d done a lot of thinking. And seeing Chaos in a whole new light.
He had questions, so many questions, and Danny knew until they were answered, he wouldn’t be able to move on.
Maybe, if he were to find Chaos, he could get the answers that had been plaguing him for months now. But in order to get those answers, he needed to find Chaos first.
For that, he needed Starla.
He found her lounging on the fluffy cream sofa in the living room, munching on dry cereal, and watching something on the TV while Killer slept on her lap. They looked good together. Natural.
“What sort of stuff would you need of Chaos’ in order to do this locater spell?”
She finished what was in her mouth before replying. “Anything that was his. A book he read often, a piece of clothing, something he kept with him on a regular basis. I need to pick up on his vibe, so to speak, in order to locate him.”
Walking to her he rubbed the cat’s head before scooping a handful of cereal from the bowl she held in her hand. “Does it have to be something he had on him recently?”
“The more recent the better.” She tilted her head to look up at him. “Why do you ask?”
He shrugged, then decided to sit at her feet. Lifting her legs, he slipped beneath them and plopped down on the sofa. He really did like her legs. They were probably the sexiest legs he’d seen in a long time. They weren’t stick thin and bony like so many women’s legs these days. Hers had form, shape, and little muscle and her skin was lightly bronzed and very smooth. He couldn’t resist touching them. “Curious is all. The last two places I know he was at were the police station and the underground tunnels. That was nearly five months ago though.”
“Hm…”
He stroked her legs as his mind wandered to Chaos. “I could try breaking into the compound again, but…well…the last time I did it didn’t go so well.”
“Oh? What happened?”
He rather liked her feet too, he decided, giving them a little rub. “Let’s just say I woke up two days later with very limited vision and tied to a tree.” He really didn’t want to go into the details of his humiliation. He certainly wasn’t going to tell her he’d been stark naked with graffiti spray painted on his body and his dick painted a brilliant red. Nor was he going to tell her what woke him was the teeth of a very hungry dog.
“Oh my Goddess! They beat you up and tied you to a tree? How sick.”
Her hand touching his arm sent a ray of warmth cascading throughout his body, aided by the sentiment in her voice. He couldn’t remember the last time someone had been concerned for him, or felt pity towards him. He wasn’t sure how to deal with it.
“Yeah…well…shit happens. Anyway—” His lips were sealed with a warm, soft kiss that made his vision blur. She was gentle with him, sweet and told Danny she genuinely cared that he’d been hurt. His body suddenly felt very tight and the urge to cry rose up to stick in his throat.
Thankfully, Killer decided he didn’t like being in between the two and made his dislike obvious by digging his claws into Danny’s leg as he pulled himself out from the middle. “Jesus, Killer,” Danny gasped, pulling his mouth free. “Watch the claws.”
“You might think about clipping them.” Then Starla touched his face with her hand and looked into his eyes with a soft dreamy look that zapped everything negative inside of him. “We’ll find a way to locate Chaos that doesn’t involve you getting hurt. Okay?”
“Kiss me like that again,” he pleaded softly, so unlike himself that he almost didn’t recognize his own voice.
She smiled, cupped his face in her hand and drew him to her mouth.
She took the kiss slowly, filling his mouth and his thoughts with softness, with…he didn’t want to think love but it was damn close. Her fingers ran through his hair as she titled his head and took the kiss a little deeper. He felt his entire body warm from inside out. He wanted to touch her everywhere, feel all of her, have it all but it wasn’t a sexual drive that was pushing at him. He wanted…intimacy.
She broke the kiss and he wished he could live with her mouth on his forever. “Have you never been kissed like that before?”
He shook his head, still feeling the warmth of her lips on his.
“Well, I’m more than happy to give you more if you like.” But instead of kissing him again, she drew him down onto her chest and stroked his hair.
He was lying on her breast, the softest pillow he had ever rested his head on and sex was the last thing on his mind.
Her fingers paused on his neck.
“What’s this?”
He didn’t need to touch the spot to know what she felt. He’d had it for twenty years now. “Chaos’ mark. He brands all his conquests.”
“Seriously?”
He shrugged, continued to nuzzle against her breasts.
She let out a long sigh, then continued stroking his hair. “Tell me about your life before you were turned into a vampire.”
Her hand was soothing on his head as she stroked his hair. “It was your typical life. Both parents worked. Dad was a lawyer, Mom a physiotherapist. My sister Lexi, my brother Dante, and I were very close, had to be sinc
e my parents weren’t home often. Lexi babysat for us but she never made us feel like we were beneath her. We were equals.” He rested his hand on Starla’s belly and was more than content to stay like this forever.
“Sounds like the three of you were close.”
“We were. Still…I always felt…off. Like I was different or something.”
“How so?” she asked, stroking his hair with slow soothing motions.
He’d never felt so relaxed in all his life. “Dante and I were identical in looks, some mannerisms, and we had similar likes and dislikes. But it stopped there. Dante was content to sit home and watch TV or hang with his friends in the basement. I hated being cooped up. I liked being outside, doing stuff. I wanted to hang out with the big kids rather than kids my own age. Dante never understood that.” There were lots of things Dante never understood about him, and still didn’t.
“A lot of kids are that way.”
He snuggled into her breasts a little more. “It annoyed Dante that I wasn’t more like him. I think that’s one of the reasons why we’re both having such a hard time accepting each other now. He wants me to be like him, still, and I can’t understand why he can’t accept me for who I am.”
“That must be very hard for both of you. Probably more so because you’re twins. How does your sister feel about you being a vampire?”
“As far as I know, she and my parents don’t even know I’m alive.” She stopped caressing his hair much to his regret.
“What? Are you serious?”
He shrugged, snuggled closer hoping she’d carry on with her caressing fingers. “I haven’t told them and I have no idea if Dante has. If he has, they certainly aren’t running home to see me.” And there was the resentment he’d been dealing with for months now. If his family had loved him and missed him as much as that bedroom shrine indicated, how come they weren’t here now, trying to see him, and if they didn’t know about him, why hadn’t Dante told them yet?
Because he can’t accept you for who you are.
“You should tell them, Danny. They need to know you’re alive.”
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