by Zoey Marcel
Joaquin grabbed his hand, becoming annoyed again. “She does not arouse me. She pisses me off.”
Dakarai grinned. “That may be so, but regardless, you find her irresistible. I’ve known you long enough to tell when you are aroused.”
Joaquin felt his cock stir, but he shoved the response aside. “I admit she’s beautiful, but she’s a pain in the ass. If she were my sub I’d flog her good for—”
“You mentioned that already. Do you want her to be your sub?”
“No! Don’t be ridiculous.”
“We have talked before about possibly inviting a third into our lives.”
“Yes, a demon, not a bloody human. Worse, she’s a slayer. I’m not fucking someone who’s hell-bent on destroying my kind. If she didn’t work for me now, I’d kill her myself.”
“You would kill who?”
“Claire.” Joaquin felt his penis lift at the mention of her name and grimaced at Dakarai’s smug look of victory.
“Your cock rode a little higher when you said her name. What can that mean, I wonder?”
Joaquin glowered at him playfully and tugged his underwear down, tossing it aside. “If you have nothing worthwhile to say, I’m just going to have to find something useful for you to do with your mouth instead.”
Dakarai’s black eyes shimmered with interest. “What exactly did you have in mind?”
Joaquin’s loins heated at the desire in his man’s eyes. He lay down on his left side with his feet near the other vamp’s head. He took his own dick in his hand and gave it a few lazy strokes. “I thought we could see how much of this you could cram in your mouth. Do you think you can handle that?”
Dakarai ran his fingers over Joaquin’s inner thigh in appreciation. “Perhaps, but can you?”
Both men grabbed the others’ erection and put it to their lips. Dakarai kissed and teased his organ, running his tongue all over the shaft and loving all over his glans without taking him into his mouth. The contact felt delicious, and the anticipation of sliding into Dakarai’s cool, refreshing mouth nearly drove Joaquin out of his mind.
He wasted no time in getting Dakarai into his mouth. The man’s sounds of ecstasy were intoxicating as Joaquin sucked him off. He nearly lost it once Dakarai went down on him, creating a wicked suction on his dick His body bucked and tensed in pleasured glory when the other man swallowed on him and tickled his balls. Joaquin panted on his man’s cock, trying not to come first. He wasn’t sure if this was one of those times when they tried to outlast the other guy, but by golly he had no intention of losing if it was.
Having gone without food earlier, Joaquin’s hunger now got the better of him and he sank his teeth into the dark meat, making Dakarai cry out in misery and delight as he erupted in his mouth, spraying his salty essence all over Joaquin’s tongue. He drank some of the blood from Dakarai’s erection while the man’s release poured down his throat. The flavor contrasts were titillating.
Joaquin came about two seconds later. His strangled outcry was choked out by the other vamp’s cock as he exploded in Dakarai’s mouth and splashed his seed down his throat. Both licked the other clean and they lay there panting in bliss.
“Do you feel better?” Dakarai asked, stroking his legs slowly.
Joaquin shivered at the intimate contact. “Definitely.”
* * * *
Dakarai trained Claire during the day and gave her guidance during the weeknights when it was members only admitted into the club. Despite the knowledge that she was a vampire slayer, he found her company pleasant and her innocent yet naturally sexy manner quite alluring. His attraction to her was much stronger than it had ever been to any other woman, and he knew Joaquin felt the same, though his partner would never admit to this.
It was evident that Claire had been well trained at the bartending academy she’d graduated from, and she seemed eager to learn from Dakarai’s skill and experience. She had a decent sense of humor and a smile that charmed his socks off.
The club members she served drinks to during the week seemed to really like her too. She had a way with people and seemed to genuinely enjoy being around them. It amused him the way her interest always seemed piqued whenever one of the Doms touched or punished his sub. She had the sweet affectation of a girl next door, but sometimes he wondered if there wasn’t a bit of a bad girl dwelling in the same cute, little shell.
Dakarai went out late one night to feed. Joaquin hadn’t been dreaming very much lately and Dakarai needed dreams for sustenance. He roamed the town, making himself invisible as he tried to decide which residence to slip into and whose dream he would feed off of tonight.
He saw the hotel and couldn’t stay away. He knew Claire was staying there. What sort of things did she dream about at night? Did slayers dream of killing vampires most of the time, or did they have ordinary dreams like most people? With how attracted he was to her and how much she intrigued him, he knew the life force from her dreams would feed him tenfold. Hell, she could dream about clowns dancing with baby pigs at a circus and it would fascinate him simply because she was the one dreaming it.
He walked through the walls of the hotel as a ghost would until he caught the faint scent of her in one of the halls and followed it as it grew stronger until he stood in the darkness of her room. She slept on her stomach, breathing softly while she slumbered. He sat down in a chair and tapped into her thoughts. She was dreaming right now…about talking peanuts. He smothered a chuckle at her creative imagination and closed his eyes as he entered her dream. He would observe quietly this time and remain completely invisible to her in the dream. He just wanted to watch and feed on the humorous energy her thoughts currently emitted.
Apparently the peanuts made her a cup of caramel macchiato coffee, which she told them was her favorite. Once her conversation with the peanuts ended, the setting in her mind changed to a white room. She turned to face a young woman around her age approaching her. Dakarai didn’t recognize the brunette with short, choppy hair, but Claire seemed unsurprised by her presence.
“How are you, Rochelle?”
The brunette, evidently Rochelle, looked hostile. “How do you think? You ruined my life.”
“I’m so sorry. If I could fix this I would, but nobody seems able or willing to help me. I’ve tried to live according to your principles, though.”
Rochelle snorted at this. “Yes, that’s why you work at a sex club now.”
“But I haven’t had sex with anyone. I knew that would bother you.”
“You get turned on just by being in that heathen environment. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the way you lust after your bosses.”
Claire hung her head in shame. “I can’t help it. They’re so handsome and sexy and dominant. I just—”
“What? You want to mess around with them? You work for them. That’s not professional or moral.”
“I know. That’s why I don’t do it. I try to be good like you would.”
“In appearance only. In your heart you’re a little slut.”
Dakarai decided right then and there that he didn’t like Rochelle very much. Using that word in the bedroom was hot, but throwing it as an insult at sweet little Claire was treading on dangerous territory.
Claire looked like she might cry. “I can’t help what I am, but I do try. There are a few churches in this town. I could see if one of the leaders might be able to help us.”
“Good.” Rochelle folded her arms. “I don’t deserve any of this.”
“I know. I’m sorry.”
Dakarai nearly groaned when Claire’s clothes changed into a baby-pink bra and panties. She was lean and toned, with just enough curves in the right places to satisfy any man. Rochelle’s clothes disappeared too, but he hardly noticed her undergarments with Claire standing there half-undressed in front of him.
Rochelle gasped in outrage when she saw her lack of attire. “What is this?”
“I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s just a dream,” Claire apologized. “I need
to be alone right now. Please go away.”
“You can’t shut me out.”
“Go away! I let you run my life during the day and sometimes I feel so weak by the end of the day I can barely stand. I need my dreams to be my own.”
Dakarai saw Rochelle fading in and out, yelling at Claire until she disappeared. A bed appeared and an apparition of Joaquin lay on it in his boxers, wearing a suggestive smile. Dakarai grinned. Wouldn’t Joaquin love to know that Claire dreamed about him in a raunchy way?
“I’ve been waiting for you,” he said in a low, husky voice that made Dakarai want to join in the fun.
“Please touch me quickly before she comes back,” Claire pleaded, climbing into bed with him.
“We didn’t get very far last time.” Joaquin sounded disappointed.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try to hold her back as long as I can. I just need to be touched so badly.”
Their lips joined in a mad union of lust and saliva as she climbed on top of Joaquin and ground her crotch against his. He flipped her onto her back and groped her boobs. She tugged his boxers down and grabbed his taut, perky buns, pulling him against her more firmly.
“Oh god, you feel so good. I need you inside me…right now,” Claire panted.
Joaquin brushed a strand of blonde hair back out of her face. “I need to prepare you first so I don’t hurt you. I’m well endowed.”
Claire groaned with obvious pleasure. “Hurt me. I don’t care. I just need you.”
“Claire!” Rochelle yelled from the background.
Claire panicked. “Please hurry, Joaquin.”
She whimpered when his hand slipped into her panties and he palmed her mound.
“I’m going to fuck you like a naughty little schoolgirl,” Joaquin whispered as he moved her panties to the side just enough to match his cockhead up to her hole.
Claire gasped in elation when his genitals touched hers. “Oh god, yes! Fuck me, please.”
Just before Joaquin could enter her, he disappeared and Rochelle appeared in his place on top of Claire and slapped her. “You little whore! You make me sick!”
“Oh, please! I need to feed, or I’ll be too weak to go into work tomorrow,” Claire pleaded.
“Oh, boo hoo.”
Dakarai saw the wild look of desperation and self-loathing in Claire’s eyes as she flipped Rochelle onto her back and French-kissed her, grinding her body against hers. Rochelle squealed and punched Claire in the face before shoving her off. It took every ounce of willpower in Dakarai to keep from running over there and knocking Rochelle’s head clean off.
Rochelle shackled Claire to the headboard. She writhed against the bed as Rochelle straddled her while cuffing her. “Please fuck me. I need it so bad. I’ve been good for so long.”
“You’ve never been any good. You’re a filthy demon. Look at you trying to get off on me. You don’t care if a man gives you release or a woman. You just burn with lust over anybody.”
“That’s not true. I just haven’t fed in a while. I’m so desperate. Please help me.”
“You’re pathetic is what you are. But don’t worry. I know what you need.” She got off the bed and stepped back.
Claire screamed when flames appeared on the bed. “Stop, please! I’ll be good! I swear!”
“This is nothing, skank. You’re going to burn in hell for what you did and what you are,” Rochelle taunted.
“I’m going to find a way to free you! I will. Just give me a chance.”
“Maybe the only way to free me is to kill the one holding me captive. Did that thought ever cross your brain?”
“I want to help you, but I don’t want to die. There must be another way. I’ll try anything.”
“Except suicide. You’re selfish, Claire.”
Dakarai opened his eyes and approached Claire’s bed. He deliberately knocked over a lamp to wake her up. She flew awake and screamed when she saw him. It was likely too dark for her to identify him, but she saw him when he was invisible—further proof that she wasn’t human. He ran through the wall before she could turn on the light.
Of three things he was certain, Claire was no vampire slayer, she was a succubus and something else, and she was being haunted…by a human.
* * * *
Claire felt tired and weak when she finally made it into work the next day. “I’m sorry I’m late.”
Dakarai watched her with his dark eyes, a hint of amusement flickering in them. “Traditionally people have an excuse when they are late.”
“I didn’t figure you were interested in excuses. It’s my fault. It won’t happen again.”
“An excuse would look a good deal better than just coming into work late for no reason. Did you oversleep or stop for coffee on the way here?”
She shook her head. What she wouldn’t give for a few more hours of sleep and a nice hot cup of coffee right now. “I had to stop by the police station before I came here. I’m sorry it made me late.”
He didn’t appear as surprised as she might have expected him to be over the news. “Why did you stop by there?”
“Someone broke into my hotel room last night. They knocked over a lamp and I woke up with a man standing over me. I screamed and he ran through the…door.”
Dakarai stared down at her, face devoid of emotion. “I see. Is that what you told the police?”
“Well, yeah. That’s what happened.” Except the intruder had run through a wall to make his escape rather than going through the door, but she couldn’t tell Dakarai or the cops that. They would think she was crazy.
He folded his arms. “How did he get into your room without a key?”
She averted her eyes, hoping he wouldn’t discover she’d lied to him. “He must have broken through the window.”
“The hotel has a security system. They would have heard someone breaking in, as would you, I’m sure. Was the window broken when you checked it this morning?”
“No.”
“Perhaps you dreamed it.”
“I didn’t dream it. I saw a man in my room and he knocked my lamp over.”
“Perhaps you knocked the lamp over yourself and it startled you awake.”
“What about the man in my room?”
“Shadows can play cunning tricks on one’s eyes in the dark.”
Now she was irritated. If he wasn’t her boss she would chew him out for doubting her. She walked past him to hang her coat on the hook. “Fine, believe whatever you want.”
“You look tired.”
“Thanks.” That’s code for “you look like shit.”
“Didn’t you get enough sleep last night?”
Why the hell was he so concerned about her sleeping habits and well-being? She was his employee, not his patient. “I had a bad dream, and someone broke into my hotel room, but other than that I’m fine. What would you like me to do first?”
He set a small notepad on the counter and made a quick list. “Make those drinks and try to beat your preparation time from yesterday. I’ll be back. Cory should be here soon to taste test.”
“Do you want me to let him in when he gets here, or does he have a key?”
“He has a membership card, so he will be able to get in himself through the back door.” Dakarai left and everything grew quiet and still.
Claire made the drinks in record time and felt quite proud of herself for beating her old time. They made a dazzling display all lined up along the bar. There was a strawberry margarita with salt on the rim of the glass that glimmered like snow, a whiskey with Coke, a pink martini with a cute little olive in it, a Corpse Reviver and a Long Island iced tea.
She wished one of the Doms were around touching or punishing his sub so she could feed off the sexual energy coming from them. But there was no sexual energy right now, only silence. She felt too exhausted to conjure any wanton thoughts of her own at the moment.
Joaquin was a vampire. She knew they slept during the day. He must be upstairs sleeping right now. She wouldn’t be able
to hear his dreams unless they were of a sexual nature, but it was worth a try. No, it was ridiculous. The leech probably dreamed of sucking blood all day. Still, what if he had naughty dreams? The drinks were already made, so she would have plenty of time to sneak into his room and feed off any racy dreams he might be having. It would give her strength and vitality to help her carry on through the rest of the day.
Claire sneaked upstairs and snooped around until she found what she assumed was the master suite. She turned the knob, pleased it opened quietly and tiptoed inside. The room took her breath away. The walls were a luscious wine color and one was more of a cocoa-brown that blended together more tastefully than she would have guessed. The bed looked enormous. Why did one man need a king-size bed? For all the orgies he indulged in, perhaps?
She could sense Rochelle’s disgust at the thought, but Claire became titillated by it. She would like to see some of the things Joaquin did in this bed. Hell, she’d rather be in it with him. Rochelle reviled her for her lust, so Claire tried to tone it down. She pushed the other woman out of her head and drew closer to Joaquin, who lay asleep under the covers.
Her heart nearly stopped beating when she realized he was dreaming of her. In the dream they were lying naked in a bed together with bloodstained sheets entangled around them. Dear god, he was a vampire through and through, wasn’t he? He couldn’t even have a dirty fantasy without there being blood involved.
In the dream he rammed into her hard, driving in and out of her cunt with a savagery that seemed every bit as frightening as it did enticing. His sounds were feral and her whimpers and moans bore the evidence of her helplessness while lying beneath him. She seemed to be enjoying herself immensely in the dream, even though she had blood running down her arms. Claire couldn’t tell if she struggled beneath him in vain while he drank blood from her neck or if that was simply her body writhing in ecstasy from the entire experience. Either way, she seemed to revel in everything he did to her.
Claire grew terrified of his voracious appetite for her in the dream and equally afraid of the wild thrill she got from knowing that, at least in the dream realm, he wanted her body and blood with such intensity he seemed to be fucking and sucking the very life from her as he rewarded her with unmatched pleasure. She appeared to be dying of either nirvana or loss of blood in the dream.