by Joshua King
I scooped Ashe into my arms and walked over to the bed. Sitting on the edge, I settled her across me so her legs were on either side of my hips, and she hovered above my lap. I licked the pad of one thumb and brought it between her legs to massage into her clit. Ashe’s head fell back as she gasped.
Her hips pressed forward to seek out more of the attention, and I obliged her for a few more seconds. My cock strained toward her, and I finally wrapped one hand around the base to hold it steady as I lowered her down over it. I sank into her in one movement, and the hot, silky feeling of her walls wrapping around me wrenched a growl of pleasure from my lips.
Ashe and I kissed passionately as I led her hips to rock against mine. We moved at a fevered pace, and it was only seconds before I could already feel myself rushing headlong toward another mind-blowing orgasm. I didn’t want to leave her behind, so I began to stroke her with my thumb again. Rubbing her pearl in tight circles, I ducked my head to suck on one of her nipples. Ashe whimpered and moaned, her hands clutching at my shoulders.
Finally, I felt her body start to shake, and I pounded into her harder and harder as I gave myself over to the sensations. Her fingernails dug into my skin, but I was relentless. She screamed out, and I felt her pussy clamp down on me. It was enough to send me into oblivion, and I slammed up into her as hard as I could, holding myself deep inside her as I poured out.
When it was over, I dropped back onto the bed, wanting to sleep, only to sit right back up. I hissed and grabbed onto my thigh.
“What is it?” Ashe asked.
“My leg,” I said, gesturing toward the angry-looking punctures. “It’s getting worse.”
“She can’t be far,” Ashe said. “We have to find her.”
11
I had never been a big fan of waiting around for things. It just wasn’t one of my strengths. I could be lazy as fuck, and not do anything but sit around on my ass and shove pizza in my face for long stretches of time, but that wasn’t waiting. That was doing something. Now, I was figuring out that even more impatience was another thing that came along with the constant need for sex, and strength that made me want to experiment with an Iron Man competition. Waiting was something I could barely even think about doing, and now that I was down in the bar with Ashe while she worked, I was not having a good time.
She had told me she needed to take care of some business at the bar, so I’d gone downstairs with her and perched on one of the bar stools to wait. I’d specifically chosen the one in the furthest corner so I could see everything that was happening in the room. Now that I knew what the bar really was, I wanted to watch and see if I could sift out the vampires from the hapless humans who followed in my footsteps and wandered in completely unknowing. It was fun at first. The guy over there in the tight black jeans…vampire. The girl, sitting in his lap…hopefully a vampire or tonight was going to be a major eye-opener for her. The burly man in the red flannel…not a vampire. This kept me amused for a little while, but after twenty minutes of playing Spot the Blood Sucker, I was bored.
I turned my attention to watching Ashe work next. I enjoyed watching her round little ass in her tight pants sashaying side to side as she moved along the bar. It took some of the edge off the boredom, and made sitting there on the uncomfortable stool with only a watered-down beer in front of me more tolerable. I took a swig from the glass out of force of habit. The taste was way off, and Ashe told me that was the way it was going to be now. It wasn’t that I couldn’t consume human food anymore, or that it would somehow hurt me now that I was no longer strictly human. There were some vampires who continued to eat human food for decades after their change. Some never stopped. Nothing was ever going to taste the same, though. She’d heard there were some things that actually tasted better after the change was complete, but since she hadn’t eaten any human food since she was bitten, she couldn’t attest to it.
Three men walked into the bar and approached the stools directly opposite me. They didn’t sit down, but stood staring at Ashe until she noticed and made her way over to them. Ducking her head down, she started talking to them. I couldn’t hear what any of them were saying, but by the way Ashe kept nodding and leaning closer so she could speak without raising her voice, it looked like it was something intense. After a few minutes of this, I decided I needed a change of scenery. I didn’t want to just sit around anymore. As after-school-special as it sounded in my head, I was changing, and the world around me was changing too. I wanted to go out to explore and clear my head, and find out exactly what these changes meant. The fight with the Shades had been a revelation. Ashe had been telling me about the changes I was going to experience as I moved through the transition, and the new abilities I would develop. Seeing them in action was a different thing entirely. Suddenly I could take out two men far larger than myself, and I barely broke a sweat. I wanted to see what else might have changed.
I slid off my stool and walked around to where the three men were standing and talking to Ashe. They looked over at me, and it was obvious they weren’t happy about the interruption. I didn’t care. They were in my way, and I had no desire to be polite or wait any longer.
“Ashe, I need to talk to you,” I said.
She looked over at me. I half-expected to see aggravation and frustration in her expression. Instead, her eyes got that look in them again, that look I’d seen in her apartment that made my stomach tighten and my dick harden. Stepping to the side, she leaned across the bar toward me.
“What do you need?” she asked.
“You know exactly what I need,” I said. “But since you’re working, I don’t think I’m going to get it right now.”
Ashe grinned.
“Not yet,” she said.
I resisted the urge to reach out and touch her, because I knew if I did, I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from tossing her over my shoulder and bringing her back upstairs to her bedroom.
“I’m going to go for a walk,” I said.
“A walk?” she asked, looking unsure. “Are you all right?”
I nodded.
“I’m fine,” I said. “I just don’t feel like sitting around here anymore. I’m going to go walk around outside for a while.”
“Sure,” she said. “I shouldn’t have to be here for too much longer. I’ll meet up with you at the park in a while.”
I agreed and headed for the door. When I glanced over my shoulder just before leaving, I saw her walk back over to the three men and start up the conversation again. I slipped out the door and walked slowly toward the park, taking in everything around me. I felt like my senses were heightened. My eyes seemed sharper, smells seemed stronger, and the sounds of the city seemed clearer and louder. I didn’t know if that was actually the case, or if it was my mind playing tricks on me.
When I got to the park, the quiet contrasted with the noise of the street I had just walked down. This calm let me focus and try to find the strength I’d had during the fight. I tried to summon it, wanting to feel it rushing through me again. I felt like I could take on the world, and I started looking around for something impressive I could do. Maybe there was a tree about to fall and crush some little old woman and I could catch it, or a mugging going down and I could toss the bad guys in the bushes. I was feeling the need to live out some superhero fantasies when I noticed a woman leaned against a nearby light post. She was looking at me through lowered eyelashes, and when I met her eyes, she licked her lips.
The woman pushed away from the light post and came swaggering toward me. She swept her long black hair back over her shoulder and lifted her face to examine me as she approached. Big, vibrant green eyes stood out against her dark skin, and they didn’t move away from me as she came closer.
“Hey, baby,” she purred as she approached. “You shouldn’t be walking out here all by yourself.”
“Oh, really?” I asked.
She shook her head.
“No. Why don’t you let me keep you company for a little while?”
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bsp; “What did you have in mind?” I asked.
She took another step toward me and reached out to run her hand down my chest.
“I’m sure we could come up with something,” she said. “My place isn’t far from here. Let’s go there so we don’t waste any more time. I don’t want to wait any longer to feel you inside me.”
Before I could think of a way to respond, I felt a hand touch my back, and I turned around. Another woman was standing behind me, her almond-shaped hazel eyes flitting back and forth between me and the other woman.
“Don’t give this park leech any more attention,” she said.
“Park leech?” I asked.
“She’ll latch onto anything that walks past,” she said.
“Not anything,” the first woman said, walking up to me again. “But she might be right about calling me a leech.” She leaned closer to whisper in my ear. “I do suck.”
What in the living hell was going on?
The second woman tugged on me again, and I turned back to her. She took my hands and guided me away from the first woman, who stumbled slightly when she no longer had my body to lean against. The second woman had a more innocent, nurturing look on her face, but she wasn’t fooling me. That was a look I was familiar with. Admittedly, I had gotten it much more before the injury that blew my chances at stardom all to hell, when women would try every trick in the book to get my attention. This situation was the equivalent of having an angel and a devil standing on each of my shoulders. On one side I had the woman ready to strip me down and fuck me right here on the walking path. On the other was the woman batting her eyelashes and pretending she was the sweet girl next door who I might have the chance to deflower.
I had to say, they were both fairly effective techniques.
“Let me take you away from this tramp,” the good girl said. “I’ll save you from her and take you home with me.”
“He doesn’t want to have a tea party,” the bad girl said. “You don’t have anything you can offer him.”
“You don’t know that,” the second woman snapped, some of the sugary sweetness leaving her voice as she faced off against green eyed woman. “You don’t know anything about me.”
“I know there’s no chance he’d choose someone like you when he has an offer from me.” She grabbed me by the wrist and turned me around to face her. “The things I could do to you,” she said. “You have no idea. I’d change your life.”
I doubted that. Nothing could come close to changing my life as much as the past twenty-four hours had. Not that I would object to letting her try. The two women glared at each other for a few more seconds, then moved around me to lunge toward each other. Before they clashed, I heard a voice make a sound similar to the one my mother used to make when our dogs fought when I was a child. I looked up and saw Ashe striding toward us.
“The two of you need to back off,” she said, eyeing the other two women.
I thought I was about to be in the middle of a three-woman smackdown, then realized she was looking at them like she knew them.
“Why?” the first woman asked.
“Hayden is not to be messed with,” Ashe replied. “Aurora has already taken a liking to him.”
That was enough to make both women back away from me.
“That's not fair,” the second woman protested. “Why does she get to claim all the good ones?”
“I want him,” the first woman said. “Just a little taste of him.”
“No,” Ashe said forcefully, stepping up so she stood between me and the other two women.
I had no idea what was going on, but I couldn’t deny that I liked it.
“And who decided you were his bodyguard?” the first woman seethed at Ashe.
“I did,” Ashe replied, undeterred. “He's not yours to play with.”
“When is Aurora going to finish her turn?” the second woman asked.
“When she does,” Ashe replied.
The first woman's lips curled up in a vicious smile that told me she knew of Aurora's reputation for not being the most attentive when it came to finishing the conversion for those she started. She stepped to the side and moved closer to me.
“Visit me if she doesn't,” she said. “I'll make sure you go out with a bang.”
Before my dick shrivels and falls off. She didn't say that, but I knew she was thinking it. It would be kind of hard not to.
Ashe took hold of my arm and guided me away from the two women. We headed out of the park, and I looked over at her. She was shaking her head, and there was an almost angry look in her eyes.
“What was that all about?” I asked. “It's like those women couldn't resist me.”
“They couldn't,” she said. “There's something different about you, Hayden. I don't know what it is, but something about you is intoxicating. Even I feel it. Whether I'm near you or not, there's this intense arousal. It just gets stronger when you’re close.”
I stopped and turned toward her. Taking her hand, I yanked her up against me.
“It does, does it?” I asked. She nodded, and I leaned down to crush my mouth against hers. “Show me.”
12
The door to the VIP room at Solomon’s Fang was barely closed before I pushed Ashe up against the wall and yanked her shirt off over her head. I dropped it to her feet and dipped my fingers into her bra to pull the cups down. Her breasts spilled out, and I ducked my head down to catch one in my mouth. My tongue swirled around her nipple as my fingers worked at the button of her pants. She grabbed her waistband to wriggle out of them while I shucked my shirt and fought my way out of my own pants. When I was finally naked, I lifted Ashe up and plunged into her without any hesitation. She pressed her hands against the wall on either side for leverage as I pounded into her hard and fast.
Our mouths tangled roughly with each other, and she wrapped her legs around my waist. I grabbed onto her hips and carried her over to the other side of the room where I set her down on one of the large, plush chairs. Getting on my knees in front of her, I pushed her thighs wide and leaned down to swipe my tongue up through her glistening wet pussy. Ashe whimpered and wriggled against the cushion of the chair. I moved my tongue up to her clit and flicked it, swirling it around until I saw her hands clench on either side of her. She was groaning, her back arching as I lapped up her juices. All it did was feed my frenzy. Holding one thigh down with one hand, I used the other to sink two fingers into her. She let out a strangled cry, and I felt her walls spasm around my fingers. I pushed them as far up into her as I could, and held them there as I watched her face. When she relaxed, I withdrew my fingers and pulled her up, turning us around so our places were switched.
Without prompting, she dropped to her knees in front of me and wrapped her hand around the base of my engorged cock. A few strokes of her soft little palm had me rock hard. Ashe opened her mouth and sucked just the plush head between her lips. The tip of her tongue dipped into the slit at the tip, and she squeezed slightly with her hand. Stroking up and down my length, she moved her mouth slightly lower. The teasing was pushing me close to the edge, and I let out a little growl.
“I want to taste his blood.”
It was Ashe’s voice, but how could she be talking to me when her mouth was full of my dick?
“I want to know how he tastes. But what would that do? Would it change the ritual?”
There it was again. I was positive I had heard her that time. She must have felt me tense up, because she lifted her head and looked up at me.
“Is something wrong?” she asked.
“I thought I heard you say something,” I said.
She looked at me strangely, her hand still moving in slow, distracting glides up and down my shaft.
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“Just a few seconds ago,” I said. “I thought I heard you say something.”
She got a little smile on her face like she thought I was playing with her.
“Oh? And what did I say?”
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nbsp; “You said something about wanting to taste my blood, but you don't know if you should because you don't know how it would affect the ritual.”
As soon as I said it, Ashe's face dropped. Her hand fell away from my dick, and she looked shocked. I had the feeling I had said something wrong, or at least something she wasn't expecting to hear.
“You heard me say that?” she asked.
“I thought I did,” I said, trying to laugh a little. “I mean, obviously you couldn't have said anything. Your mouth was otherwise occupied at the time.”
I wanted to break the tension, to bring back the fun, playful mood we'd been in. Instead, she continued to stare at me.
“I was thinking it,” she said.
“Thinking it?” I asked. “Like in your head?”
Ashe rolled her eyes.
“That’s usually what people think with.”
She pushed back and stood up.
“I don't know,” I said. “You still haven't gotten back to me on that manual.”
She gave me an incredulous look. She was not amused.
“So, I heard your thoughts?” I asked.
Ashe nodded.
“It seems that way,” she said. “That was exactly what I was thinking just then. I could see where Aurora bit you, and was thinking about how much I'd like to take a little taste myself, but I didn't because I don't know what that would do. Two vampires biting the same human isn't something that happens unless it's already been established that human is a sacrifice.”
“A sacrifice?”
“Meant to be fully drained and killed anyway,” she clarified.
“That's lovely,” I said, my stomach turning at the thought of the blood.