Here Be Sexist Vampires diyv-1

by Suzanne Wright

  Sick of twiddling my thumbs and procrastinating, I teleported from my apartment to the office to see her and face the music. I frowned at the empty room. Next I tried her apartment. No Sam there either. Was she staying away from the obvious places because she didn’t want to see me? She had to know that all I had to do was tap into that link we had and use it to find her. Unless she wasn’t aware of the link...?

  Sighing, I reached for her through the link and immediately teleported myself to her. Suddenly I was at the arena which was empty apart from Sam. She was pacing at the Northern side and smiled evilly at me when she saw me.

  “Took your bloody time,” she snapped.

  Then I watched as she sucked the surrounding energy into her palms and shaped it into her silvery-blue energy whip. Oh shit. She’d known about the link, she’d known I could use it to find her, and she’d been counting on me doing it.

  Chapter Fifteen

  (Jared)

  “Sam,” I drawled in a calming tone, “let’s talk, I don’t want to duel with you.” She cracked the whip at me. I jerked back a few steps and it missed me by inches. “Look, I know you’re mad at me but -”

  “I’m not mad, I’m pissed.” She cracked the whip at me again. This time it caught the hand I had held up in a white-flag gesture, and it stung like fuck.

  “Jesus, Sam, will you just listen.”

  “What’s the point? There’s honestly nothing you could say that would change the fact that I want to whip your arse around this arena until you beg me to stop. Not that I will stop.”

  Again she lashed the whip and again it caught me; this time on my ear. Even in spite of the pain, I couldn’t help noticing how sexy she looked right now with her eyes smouldering and that whip threading through her fingers. “Baby, just listen to me -”

  “Oh no, you don’t get to call me that. I’m not your baby.” As if to punctuate that, she cracked the whip again and it slashed my chest, tearing my t-shirt and also the flesh underneath. It burnt even as it healed itself. What burnt more were her words.

  “Like hell you’re not.” With that I released a stream of electric sparks through my fingers, zapping the ground near her feet. I could tell by the maddened expression on her face that she knew I’d purposely missed.

  “Fight me!” Abruptly she cracked the whip hard; it sliced along my cheek, lips and jaw. It hurt like a bitch! Without giving me time to recover, she cracked it again. A sharp stinging-burning pain ran along my thigh.

  “I told you, I don’t want to duel with you! Now will you just calm the hell down so we can talk?!”

  “About what, Heir Boy? About how I’m okay to shag and feed from but I’m not good enough to lead alongside you? About how you’re cutting me out again? About how you’re a sexist, lying, backstabbing bastard?” The whip slashed through my t-shirt again so there was now an X running through it.

  “It wasn’t that I was trying to cut you out.”

  “You’ve been trying to cut me out from day one!”

  This time the whip cut through the flesh of my shin. Jesus, this woman was merciless!

  “You know what’s funny? Last night at the gathering when everyone was looking down on me ’cause I’m a Sventé, I wondered if you’d go back to being like that after you’d shagged me. Hmm. Seems like that was more of a premonition really.”

  “Dammit, Sam, I don’t look down on you.” The whip caught my earlobe so hard I jumped. “Goddammit!”

  “I can’t believe I ever thought you might just respect me. Not that I thought you respected me as much as the others do, but I thought you might just be getting there. But no, you’re still the sexist twat I met at the pool.”

  “If you’d just lower that whip for a minute and let me speak I can expl -” The whip clipped my earlobe again where it hurt the most; which was obviously why she’d done it again. Even though my blood had only seeped to the surface slightly with each tear of my flesh before repairing itself, the scent was still potent in the air. I could see that it was getting to her by the way her nostrils were flaring and how she was repeatedly swallowing hard. I was thinking of how I might be able to use it to my advantage but her next words cut off all thoughts.

  “Max was right about you, I should’ve listened to the bloke. I should’ve stayed well away from you. I should’ve shagged him!”

  And there went my patience and my rationality. With my Pagori speed I was on her before she’d even finished lashing the whip, slamming her into the wall. “I don’t want you on the front line because I don’t want you being hurt, you insane bitch!” Then I closed my mouth over hers, forcefully thrusting my tongue into her mouth to stroke her own. It was a punishing, possessive, hungry kiss. That same blast of fire that always came with kissing her rushed through me just as it rushed through her, but I could sense she was still ready to fight me off. I palmed her breast and then, with my thumb, zapped her nipple with a brief electric discharge. She jerked and moaned so I did it again.

  “How could you think I look down on you?” I demanded, but I kissed her again before she could speak. “Whether you believe it or not, I admire you, I respect you and I care about you.” I held back the L word. Maybe there would come a time to tell her, but it wasn’t now. I sensed the shock she was feeling quickly give way to scepticism. Cutting off whatever she was about to say, I cupped her and zapped her clit. “It’s true. And I can’t stand the idea of anything happening to you.” While zapping her clit again with one hand I zapped a nipple with the other. She half-moaned half-whimpered and gripped my t-shirt as if to anchor herself. “Like that, baby?”

  Her eyes flipped open and her glare was fierce. “I said don’t call me that.”

  I cupped her harder and zapped her clit again. “I’ll call you that as often as I damn well want.”

  “You’re a bastard!”

  I freed my painfully hard cock from my jeans. “Yeah? Well this bastard’s about to fuck you, baby.” With Pagori speed I slipped my hands under her thighs, hoisted her up, tore open her pants and plunged inside her; seating myself to the hilt in one harsh stroke. We both groaned. “Jesus, Sam,” I breathed against her lips as her muscles clamped around my cock. She was so hot and tight and wet, and she was all mine whether she liked it or not.

  (Sam)

  Why did it have to feel so good to have him inside me? The way he filled me and stretched me made me feel completely and utterly taken. I wanted so much to hate him and his touch. I wanted so much to be able to snort at his claim to care about me and air-blast him away. If it hadn’t been for that link I’d be convinced that he’d been talking tripe, but I’d sensed his honesty and also his fear that I was hurt. I had to admit to myself, though, that even if I hadn’t sensed those things I probably wouldn’t have been able to fight this need to have him, especially when this might actually be our last night together.

  “Can you feel how much I love being deep inside you?” His voice was thick with lust and a need to move that, for whatever dumb reason, he was resisting. I nodded. “I can sense how much you love it too.”

  It was at times like this that that stupid link really cheesed me off; him knowing things like this gave him power over me. To add to that, it made me feel exposed and vulnerable like I was an open book to be read at his leisure. What was frustrating me even more now, however, was that he wasn’t moving. I tightened my legs around his hips and squeezed my inner muscles around his dick, hoping to incite him.

  “You want me to fuck you, baby?”

  “You dare ask me to beg again and I’ll rip your bollocks off.”

  “I don’t want you to beg. I want you to admit that it’s only me you want, no one else. What, you thought saying you wished you’d fucked Max wasn’t going to make me pissed?”

  Oh and he was pissed. In fact, I’d never seen Jared this agitated before. In all fairness, though, if he’d have said something like that to me about another woman I’d have set him on fire and then done a celebratory dance around his ashes.

  �
��Admit it, it’s not him you want buried inside you like this, is it?”

  “No.”

  Rewardingly he withdrew and then drove himself deep. I groaned and locked my arms around his neck. “And it’s not any other guy you want like this either, is it?”

  “No.”

  Again he withdrew and then surged into me, wringing another groan from me. “Who is it you do want? Tell me.”

  “You.”

  “That’s a very good thing, baby, because if another guy even tries to touch you I’ll fucking kill him.” Palming my arse to hold me still he began pounding into me like he was possessed. And that was exactly how I wanted him. God, it was absolutely amazing. Each thrust was harsh and ruthless. It was as if each time he drove into me he was driving home his words. “I’ve needed to fuck you since the second I laid eyes on you, Sam. Even then, even that very first day, I couldn’t shake that goddamn feeling that you were mine.”

  I opened my mouth to say something but all that came out was a moan. I realised then that I had no idea what to say. Part of me wanted to deny that I was his or anyone else’s, yet another part of me wanted to growl at him that he was mine too and that he’d better remember that.

  I don’t know what he saw in my expression but suddenly he raised a brow and growled, “Are you going to tell me you’re not mine?” He knotted a hand in my hair. “Are you?”

  Begrudgingly I said, “No, but you’re still a bloody bastard.”

  He gave me a lopsided smile and then there was an odd sensation in my stomach and suddenly I was lying on my back on golden silk sheets. Jared was stood at the edge of his bed ragging off what was left of my pants and thong. He then rid himself of his own clothes but I didn’t get much time to ogle because abruptly he closed his mouth over my clit and suckled. Jesus! At the same time he ripped my top and bra wide open and started zapping my nipples again, subjecting me to a sensory overload. He really was a bastard.

  I hated the way I was writhing and twisting and whimpering but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to tell him to stop but if anyone knew how to tease it was Jared, and he was such a master at it that he robbed you of the ability to speak. He continued until I was not only speechless but mindless, then my entire body clenched and jerked and it felt like I’d imploded as my release hit.

  When I opened my eyes again it was to find him gazing at me wearing the cockiest, self-satisfied expression. I just wanted to wipe it right off his face. Oh and I was going to. I crooked my finger at him and instantly he crawled over me and meshed his lips with mine. His kiss was hungry and, again, possessive. If he hadn’t been off-guard, I doubt I’d have been able to do it but I actually managed to flip him onto his back. He looked up at me as I straddled him, surprised but pleasantly surprised. But I didn’t impale myself on him as he was obviously expecting. No, because I had a point to prove: that I could make him as mindless as he could make me.

  I shrugged off my ruined top and bra and then crawled backwards until my head was level with his cock which was, I have to say, a very impressive one. I licked the entire length of it from base to tip and then swirled my tongue around the head. Jared shuddered and groaned. Knowing this was going to shock the hell out of him, I couldn’t help smiling. I inhaled the energy around me just as I had that time in our office while we duelled and wrecked it. But instead of releasing a concentrated air blast, I threw my head back and exhaled a timid flame of fire, heating up my mouth. Jared’s brows shot up and I smiled, but before he could speak I’d closed my mouth over his dick.

  (Jared)

  As Sam took my cock into her scorching hot mouth I almost came right then, I’d never felt anything like it before. “Christ, baby, that feels so fucking good.” It would’ve felt amazing having her deep-throat me purely because it was Sam, but this…Jesus she was going to kill me. She sucked me deeper each time, gliding her hot tongue along the underside and occasionally grazing with her teeth. I was completely hypnotised by the sight of my cock disappearing into her luscious, talented mouth. She was sucking so hard that her cheeks hollowed. “Christ, Sam.” And now she was playing with my balls at the same time. God I loved this woman: this very crazy, borderline-homicidal – on second thought, scrap the borderline – woman.

  I drove my hand into her hair and began lifting my hips, surging up to meet her burning hot mouth. I was practically fucking it but she just smiled around my cock. Knowing I wasn’t going to last much longer, I pulled her head away. “I need to be inside you now.”

  “Wait,” she said as I tried to tug her toward me. “One more thing first.” I watched as she curled her soft hand around the base of my cock and lowered her mouth onto the head. She sucked hard and then there was a sharp sting. Shit, the crazy bitch had bit my cock. I was a vamp so sure I liked to be bit, but my dick: Hell no. But then her Sventé saliva got to work in my system as she continued to suck and, Holy Mary Mother of God, I thought my entire cock would explode. “Oh fuck yeah.” I didn’t think it was possible for her to suck harder, but then she did. Only seconds later a loud, guttural groan left my throat as I erupted into her mouth.

  Wearing that wicked smile on her beautiful face she was like a sinful angel. “Come here.” Slowly she slinked her way over me. “You’re amazing, do you know that?” I grabbed her by her nape and pulled her face to mine, taking her lips in a searing, greedy kiss. I clutched and moulded those breasts that were, hands down, the most incredible pair I’d ever seen. You couldn’t look at them without wanting to bury your face between them, so that was exactly what I did. Then, unable to resist the taut buds, I closed my mouth over one, suckling and nibbling. God I loved those husky moans she made. Already my cock was hard again just listening to them. I flicked her other nipple repeatedly with my tongue then plucked at it with my teeth. “You like that, don’t you?” She moaned in response. Unable to wait any longer to be inside her again, I grabbed her by the hips and poised her above my dick. “Ride me, Sam.” Even if my life had depended on it I couldn’t have moved my eyes from the vision of her lowering herself onto my cock. One inch. Two inches. Then she stopped.

  “Let go.” The second I dropped my hands from her hips she slammed down onto me, impaling herself to the core.

  “Sod of a bitch.” When another wicked smile split the tricky bitch’s lips my cock seemed to harden even more, if that was possible. Slowly she elevated herself until only the head remained inside her, and then she slammed down on me again. “Jesus, Sam.” She did it again, and then it seemed as though her restraint had snapped and control became nothing more than a distant memory. She rode me hard and fast, slamming down on me over and over. Nothing had ever felt better.

  Needing to touch her, I squeezed her breasts and tweaked and pinched her nipples. It wasn’t enough; I needed her lips again. Fisting a hand into her hair I dragged her down and ravished her mouth as she continued to ride me so hard I thought my cock would snap. So close to the edge now, I gripped her hips and began lifting to meet each of her downward thrusts. Seizing her gaze, I growled, “Come for me, baby. I want to hear you scream my name for me again.” I sank my teeth into her neck, groaning at the taste of her.

  Her body tightened and jerked and her muscles spasmed around my cock as she screamed my name. I slammed her down onto me one final time and then held her there as I exploded inside her, growling, “Mine”. With my body then totally replete, I sank into the mattress as she flopped down over me, flaccid against my chest. I curled my arms around her, panting and shuddering with the aftershocks. This here and now was the ultimate definition of sated.

  After a couple of minutes of comfortable silence she spoke. “I’m working the front line with you and the squad whether you like it or not.”

  Playing with her incredibly soft hair, I sighed. “Is it really that terrible that I want you safe?”

  “If I asked you to cover a safer position, would you?”

  Dammit the woman knew what cards to play.

  “I wouldn’t ask you to because I know that hiding
in the back isn’t who you are. And if you honestly think I’d leave our squad to cover the front without me then you’re an extremely dense individual.”

  The protectiveness in her voice made me smile. I released a groan of surrender. “If you let anything happen to you I’ll strap you to this bed for a month.”

  “Tell me how I lose in this situation.”

  Laughing, I lifted her chin with my finger and mashed my lips with hers. “Come on then, let’s go gather up our squad. We need to inform them about the upcoming attack and go over the plan for tomorrow evening. Then we eat.”

  Needless to say, none of the guys took it well. Each and every one of them wore the most determined look, however. And they were especially jovial about the news of them covering the front line. In the past both Sam and I had, separately of course, taken the guys through the rainforest many times so they were familiar enough with it by now but still we took them again. What they were not familiar with was she and I putting up a united front and I could see how awkward they felt, as if not knowing who to focus their attention on. God that made me feel like shit. I’d done that; I’d actually let my pride get in the way of the guys’ training.

  Thinking about the way I’d acted, it was a wonder that Sam even entertained my existence, let alone slept with me. I refused to let myself hope that there must therefore be feelings involved on her part. I’d told Sam I cared about her, but she hadn’t said the same. Nor had she expressed the same protectiveness over me that she had over the squad. It hurt more than I cared to admit. But, then again, she’d said it was only me she wanted, right? She didn’t dispute that she was mine. Even if it was all physical for her it was enough for now. It had to be, because there was no goddamn way I could give her up.