Snow Covered Moon

by L M Adams

  Lucien wakes up with my name on his lips, softly first and then with a roar.

  “Jae! Are you ok?!?” True fear is in his eyes. “Jae, do you know who I am?”

  “Of course, Beast, my damn leg is cramped,” I answer, reaching below the covers to massage my thigh. I feel a bandage on it. Everything comes rushing back.

  Oh god, I swing my legs over to the side of the bed and look down, a clean white bandage is wrapped thickly from the top of my thigh to my knee cap.

  “Tabari cooked my damn leg!” I shout.

  Lucien scoffs, “Yes he did, and you would’ve died or turned into something unpleasant if he hadn’t. There was something on the envelope you had strapped to your leg. It seeped through your pants.”

  I nod my head. Yeah, I remember that. “So we made it back home?”

  “Yes. After he burned whatever that shit was from your system we hosed you down and wrapped you in a sheet. Tabari burned everything down. I’ve never seen that kind of fire. Dragons’ fire, it must’ve been. But he controlled it. Neither of the houses on either side caught fire. But there’s a crater where Mr. Williams’s house used to be,” Lucien says.

  “Everything seems foggy,” I say softly.

  “You went a little crazy; you kept waking up and passing back out, fever raging through you. Tabari says it was your body taking over and burning the rest of whatever that shit was out of your system. You kept going on and on the entire way back to the house about killing the cooker. You even sang a little song about it at one point.” He shakes his head. “You said bloody tears could shove it, and you were mad at me because I wouldn’t let you shoot yourself in the head. I was ‘the big one’.” Lucien fills in the gaps. I now realize, I don’t want to know. I hang my head in embarrassment.

  I sigh and turn to Lucien, I feel awkward again. He looks good, all sleepy eyed, and strong. He’s sitting up in the bed. So strong, the rock that will not break.

  My rock.

  “You are a beautiful man,” I say softly. He stands up and walks over to my side of the bed but stays a couple feet away. I take a moment to appreciate his six-foot-six frame, large and strong. I always feel so small beside him. Like if I let him he will swallow me up in his shadow.

  “You are a beautiful woman, Jae,” He says, voice gruff.

  I hold out my hand; he walks to me taking it in his own large hand. I pull myself to my feet, being careful to not put weight on my right leg yet.

  “Thank you doesn’t seem to be enough for what you did for me.” I look up to him. “You didn’t have to save Jack; you never left my side. I remember that. You holding me tight. Something inside me knew you’d protect me.”

  My succubus knew, but I’m not in a rush to tell anyone I have a voice in my head that won’t go away.

  “I would always protect you, Jae.” If you’d let me – it was unsaid, but I heard it all the same. I pull him towards me and let his strong arms hold me.

  “I know. Why did you save Jack?” I ask, nuzzling his chest, enjoying the warmth that always radiates from him. No matter how cold it is.

  I’m careful not to poke him with my horns. I’ve had enough mishaps with them to last a lifetime.

  “You care for the bloodsucker. Him getting hurt would hurt you. So I would protect him as well,” he says in a tight voice.

  He doesn’t like it. But he would do it. He’d do it because he couldn’t be any other way. He’d save Jack even if I didn’t care for him. It’s in his blood to protect. To kill any who dare to threaten those he deems worthy of his protection. My Lucien has a strict sense of honor, even if he doesn’t know it.

  “So you and Jack will get along now?” I ask him, turning my head and pressing my lips to his chest.

  I hear his breath catch, just a little. I also feel a certain part of him saying hello. I smile to myself. Mr. Self-Control doesn’t have so much self-control after all.

  “Fuck no,” he says, stroking my back right above my ass. “He still has something you won’t give me.”

  I run my hands over the small raised thin lines and curves of skin that litter his back. He’s had them ever since he came to the Kindred. I think I’m one of the few people that even know they are there. He never goes without a shirt.

  Sometimes he would go off on his own and come back with more of the small cuts. They were always so neat I know he can’t be doing it to himself but when I ask what happened he’d only shrug his shoulder.

  I think it peculiar his body doesn’t heal them smooth, but instead they healed and looked like human scar tissue.

  From the feel of it, he has many more marks since the last time I touched him so closely. I run my fingers lightly on them, tracing them out. It almost feels like a pattern to them. I start to tell him to turn around so I can see, but I know he’ll get all stiff and leave.

  Instead I kiss him lightly on the chest. I don’t want him to leave.

  His hands still their movements on my back.

  I shift my head and taste the tip of his nipple. Wetting it then blowing over it gently. I watch it tighten in desire. His cock pulses against my stomach.

  He takes a handful of my hair, yanking my head painfully back, lifting me around my waist with the other arm. My breath comes quick as he kisses me. I wrap my arms around his neck in complete surrender, ignoring the pull on the healing claw wound on my shoulder. He’s always felt so right inside of me. I open my mouth to him, wrapping my legs around his waist tightly.

  He breaks the kiss tilting my head to the side and kissing my neck. A growl comes from him that sounds very much like ‘mine.’ I become wet at the sound, my legs tighten again.

  My succubus races forward, I can’t use my power on him to either cause him to lust or to take it from him by force. His Sacral has always had some sort of smooth guard around it. To feed my Chi, he has to let me siphon his lust, and he only opens up to let me when he found his release; sometimes.

  If he lets us in, goddess, he’s always been our favorite meal, so much power inside of him, the power of the sun itself to feed upon. But he never lets us have any real fun.

  “Oh fuck, Jae,” Lucien says, putting me back on the bed.

  He steps back from me like he can’t get away fast enough. What the fuck just happened?

  “I have no control. I’m sorry. That was wrong of me to take advantage of you. I’ll go get Jack.” He turns to go out the door.

  “Lucien,” I call out as he storms out the door. But he doesn’t come back and I don’t understand why. Isn’t this what he wanted?

  I lay on the bed looking at the ceiling, trying not to think it but I do, anyway. My life is shit.

  I sigh.

  I really should try to get up. Lots of stuff to do today. Stay busy, yeah. That’s a good plan because I don’t want to think about what I feel.

  You love him.

  Shut up.

  I get up but putting weight on my leg is not a good idea. I find that out the hard way and my leg gives out from under me. I barely break my fall.

  Jack comes in and finds me on the floor butt naked, curled in on myself as yet another cramp takes me. I close my eyes and grit my teeth over it. My leg really doesn’t like having weight put on it.

  “Jae! You couldn’t have waited until I got here?” He says irritated as he walks over and lifts me into his arms easily.

  “Oh, Jack,” I whimper in pain.

  “So hard-headed,” he says without bite.

  He lays me back on the bed and begins unwrapping the thick bandage. I’m terrified what my leg will look like, so I lean my head back and close my eyes.

  Coward.

  “It’s healing well.” I feel his fingers gently probing my leg.

  “Is it gross?” I ask in a whisper.

  “No, Jae,” he says with a laugh in his voice.

  He starts to gently massage the muscle; after a few minutes the knot seems to ease. I moan in pleasure.

  I gather my courage and look down at my leg. You can’t tell by
looking at it now that my flesh and meat had been burned down to the bone a few hours ago. The skin is a little shiny, looking almost thin in some places, like it would be so easy just to poke a finger through. But it is my leg. I’m so happy I smile. My leg doesn’t look gross.

  “I’m sorry for whatever I said last night,” I say after a while.

  I have a lot to do today, I know, but I can’t seem to make myself concentrate on today’s problems. I’m happy to lay here and let Jack work his magic instead.

  “No need to apologize for things you didn’t mean; you were a little crazy.” His fingers find a spot in the back of my thigh, I groan again in pleasure.

  “Still, I’m sorry. What happened when you left to follow whoever was following us?” I ask, still trying to piece everything together in my mind.

  “I took to the roofs, so I had a good view of everyone and everything. I couldn’t make out who was following you. He had a hood pulled hiding his face in shadows. When you guys went into the house, he kept walking. I decided to follow him for a while. After a bit, I ran out of roofs to jump so I had to come back down to street level. I was careful, kept my distance. I didn’t think he knew.” He starts working on my calf muscle.

  I didn’t realize it was knotted until he started working on it.

  “So how did you end up getting chased by the not-wolves?” I ask.

  “That’s what gets weird. He starts picking up his pace. So I do the same, then he turns his head and looks in my direction, although, unless he’s a supe there’s no way he could’ve known I was there. I was quiet, I stuck to the shadows.” He responds.

  Vampires are the experts at the quiet hunt. It’s in their blood to know how to stalk prey, unseen, unheard. You wouldn’t know they were there until it was too late, far too late. It’s how they survived for thousands of years. Sure, now most vampires use blood houses. Places especially set up where the ‘food’ is willing and pliant. Either because they hope to be turned someday, or they are under a vampire’s hypnosis.

  Unless it was another supe he was stalking, I don’t see how they knew Jack was there either.

  “You don’t think he was a supe?” I grunt my question as he finds another knot and starts working on it.

  “He smelled human, I’m sure of it. Next thing I know I smell the not-wolves. I will not lie to you, Jaevia. I stood in shock, terrified of what came around that corner. I’ve never seen anything so horrifying,” he says.

  I nod my head in agreement. I’ve seen all manners of creature back home. But these not-wolves are truly an abomination. They looked wrong, they felt wrong. Even now, the blood in my veins runs ice cold at the memory of their mutilated, contorted bodies.

  “I fired a few shots, but they wouldn’t go down. I took off running. I tried to lead them away from you all. But they corralled me. Every time I tried to turn down another street or alley, there would be one or two of them. They were organized, but I never heard any orders being shouted. After I figured out they were determined to chase me back to the house, I called you to warn you. I meant for you to run. Not come out trying to save me.”

  He gets up from the side of the bed and goes over to the dresser, getting me a pair of panties. He grabs a white tank top and my favorite purple yoga pants as well.

  I scoff. “If you don’t realize I’d never leave you behind, then you truly don’t know me at all.”

  Really, the vampire is crazy if he’d think I’d leave him behind. Not after I sent him off to be chased by not-wolves. Then I’d let him die under them? I’ll save him, or die trying, any day of the week.

  “I’m still getting to know you. I know you are a good woman, with a good heart. But yes, you still surprise me that you’d risk your life for a slave,” he says, walking back over to the bed and begins to slip the panties on me, slowly, carefully, like I’m fine porcelain.

  I look down at him with a steady gaze.

  “And if you think all you are to me is a slave, then you still have a lot to learn, my dear Jack.” He smiles at me then. Almost the same smile I’d seen him with in that picture with Ariella.

  He works the panties up to my bottom.

  “Wrap your arms around my neck,” he orders.

  I do as he says. He lifts me a little, tugging the panties over my bottom. He repeats the process with my yoga pants.

  “You need to give the claw wounds a little more time before you wear a bra,” he says after he slips the tank top over my head.

  Thank god my boobs are perky then. Still, they are a little too large for me to feel comfortable without one. But if the vampire slave orders it to be so, then it shall be so.

  “You are very bossy for a slave, though; you should be punished,” I say with a smile in my voice.

  He kneels beside the bed hanging his head, but I see the corners of his mouth turn up in a smile.

  “As you wish… Mistress,” he says with absolutely no contrition in his voice.

  “Take off your shirt,” I say as an evil thought runs through my mind.

  Maybe I can punish him with pleasure. I am a succubus after all. I know he will still crave pain. But this is something I can do, that we both may find pleasure in, but I won’t feel guilty about later. I sit up and swing my legs over the side of the bed.

  “Don’t stand up,” he says in a rush.

  “Hmm, another order, Jack?” I ask, laughing.

  “Please forgive me, Mistress.” Ok that one sounds a bit contrite.

  I reach for my succubus powers; it’s not hard to call them to the surface. She knows Jack, she likes Jack. I let the power flow to my hand gently, it isn’t harsh or angry. I reach down and run one nail laced with power over his nipple. It hardens immediately. I trail the finger across his chest to his other nipple. He hisses between his clenched teeth.

  “Stand up,” I order.

  He stands up quickly; his cock is already pressed against his pants.

  “Don’t move without permission,” I say with a sultry voice.

  “Yes Mistress,” he moans, the simple order gives him pleasure.

  I let the power flow through both hands and take my time running my fingers slowly all over the front of him in small circles until he sways on his feet a little.

  I look up, his eyes are closed and his head is thrown back, his fangs have come out to say hello. I make sure not to even brush against his cock.

  I deny myself the pleasure of having him and instead lace his skin with it again and again. Until I finally hear him groan, “Please, Jae.”

  I tug his sweatpants and underwear down. His cock springs free, heavy and pulsating. Begging for attention.

  I take him into my mouth working him slowly. I grip his ass, pushing him deeper down my throat. Saliva flows easily in my mouth making it easy for him to slide between my lips, gushing with wetness. I suck him, working him over and over again. Until I feel him on the edge

  “Mistress please, I can’t hold it.” He tries to move away. I dig my fingernails into his ass; I’m relentless in my goal.

  I work him harder and faster until he cries out above me in pure desperation. He grabs the back of my head and begins grinding into my throat faster and faster. His body jerks and I feel his seed run down my throat, thick and sweet.

  He yells my name in a war cry, voice cracking with emotion.

  After a moment, I release his cock from my mouth and look up. He’s shuddering and breathing hard.

  “Fuck, Jae. I can’t ever hold back with you.” He runs his hand through his hair. “You have the right to punish me for this. A punishment I’ll gladly accept.”

  I laugh a little.

  “Put on your shirt,” I say casually.

  He reaches for it and slips it on. His eyes widen as it rubs his skin where I traced my fingers. His cock pulses again. I smile as he realizes everything that brushes against him where I ran my fingers will course pleasure to his cock. It’s a trick she taught me. I never thought I’d do it someone. She knew how to lace pleasure into skin
so deeply the feel of a breeze would send a person to the floor withering in painful ecstasy. But what I’ve done is gentle, it’s pleasurable, the way a lace is supposed to be.

  “Oh Jae, I don’t know if it’s a punishment or a reward.” He says looking down to me smiling.

  I laugh, “Both, neither, depends.” I reach under his shirt and brush his nipple, starting the lust lace. His body shudders as pure pleasure follows through the trail I drew on his skin, his cock jumps again.

  “Every order you give,” I start the lace again, “I’ll remind you of my displeasure.”

  Like a wave crashing on the shore the lust lace runs through him to his cock. He closes his eyes I watch as his hand curls into a fist and uncurls again and again. He wants to touch himself, but knows he shouldn’t.

  “If you make me happy,” I start it once more, and this time when a wave reaches his cock I take him in my mouth. I work him with my lips, sucking harshly and quickly, it takes him no time to explode. He yells my name with a groan as I swallow him down.

  I pull back and look up. There is a look of immense pleasure on his face. I feel warm inside that I’m the one to have put that look there. That and the fact that every time he finds his release, it’s my name, and not Mistress, he screams.

  “Now get dressed, you horny vamp.” I smile and lay back watching him move.

  Such graceful, soft movements. Not when he fights though, the man is all bloody purpose then. A fact I’m immensely pleased by, I live a dangerous life, it’s good to know Jack can handle it.

  Chapter Twenty-six

  Love me, for me

  Jack carries me down the stairs and to the living room with ease. His eyes are tight at the corners as my body rubs against his chest. The smell of cinnamon and dark chocolate radiate from him, I nuzzle his neck and his arms tighten around me. By the time we make it to the sofa, he almost throws me on it. He walks with purpose to the kitchen and I laugh out loud behind him.

  “Glad to hear you happy and not singing songs of blood today,” I turn to see Tabari on the stairs. He’s wearing sweatpants and a white undershirt. His hair is mussed. He looks tired and worried.