Wolf's Den

by J. R. Mitchell

  As I hit Buckman Road, I sped up to travel over the washboard dirt road and kick up as much dust as I could in this mountain desert. Traveling at speeds over fifty miles per hour, I found that my tail was lagging behind. Their car couldn't take the huge potholes in the road like my military issued Hummer. Instead of slowing down, I continued until I hit the end of the road. I had two options, I could flip a u-turn, head back down, and maybe run them off the road, or I could take the old Diablo Canyon connection and go back into town by another route.

  I decided to go the Diablo Canyon route. I knew their car didn't have a hope in hell of making it down the hair-raising cliff road. They would hit the Rio Grande River if they tried to follow me.

  Putting the Hummer into four-wheel drive, I carefully crept over the steep sharp edge and after feeling all four wheels hit the road, I punched it.

  Sometimes even the Humvee can't take the road, and after many romping expeditions, I concluded that the only way to avoid the river was to gun it, and drive smart.

  When I reached the bottom of the cliffhanger road, I gunned it through some arroyos, and headed for the bar.

  After having wasted over an hour for the car chase, I was confidant Ian was awake and as I cruised through town, I contemplated once again how sexy he had looked in my dream.

  How could that fucking shit head, how could he do this to me?

  "Easy Sikaoki, I have learned your mind and your feelings; I know you want me, now come and get me." With this statement from Ian inside my head, I screamed aloud.

  I gunned the truck and sped down Cerrillos Road to meet him, thinking of all the disgusting things I would do to him when I saw him.

  Images of a bloodied Ian flashed through my head as I ran a streetlight. I sniggered at the vision of the size of the hole that would explode from his back when I pulled the trigger of the twelve gauge point blank.

  Tsk, tsk that is not very nice. Ian spoke to my mind

  I screamed once again. The thought of a trap never once entered my mind. A mistake I would never again repeat, given the impact it had on my life.

  * * * *

  In the parking lot of Wolf's Den, I screeched to a halt and jumped down from the truck, not bothering to lock the doors. I raced into the bar ready for a fight. What I saw confronting me, was not pretty and I reached around my back and pumped the shotgun. As I pulled it eye level, I had a shudder of fear.

  As I saw Ian held by three strange vampires, I sighted down the barrel of the shotgun until one of their head's was in my sights.

  "Let him go right now and leave, then I might let you live."

  "I don't see where you are in any position to argue,” I stopped in my tracks and stared at him, he sneered “We have we got your vampire, coffin bait."

  I didn't hesitate. I pulled the trigger and watched his upper chest fly out the back of him in a spray of red chunks. When he hit the floor, Ian grabbed the one nearest him, and squeezed out his life with lightning speed before the other one had time to react. Dropping him, he went for the third guy in their party, and the only one left standing.

  "Ian wait, I want some answers.” Narrowing my eyes, I watched as he ignored me and ripped out the throat of the third in the party. “You fuck bag!” I screamed as I pumped the shotgun once again and sighted it at his head.

  "Put that fucking thing away Sikaoki. I already have a few pellets in me, I don't need more."

  "Will you stop calling me that, and no I will not! How dare you invade my sleep?” I couldn't help thinking I ought to shoot him if for no other reason than invading my sleep.

  Holding up his hand, he advanced on me with pure turquoise eyes. I grasped the barrel of the shotgun as he tried to rip it from my hands. I went flying into him. He wrestled it from my grasp, placed his other hand on the small of my back, leaned in and kissed me.

  I didn't fight the kiss, but I didn't encourage it either. As he traced my lips with his tongue begging me to open my mouth, he whispered endearing caresses in my mind.

  When he pulled away, I opened my mouth to give him a piece of my mind about the way he was manhandling me.

  As I drew in a breath to start my tirade, he once again crushed his mouth to mine and probed me with his tongue. My stubbornness was beginning to melt. I accepted his kiss and cussed him out in my thoughts. As I began to return the kiss, we caressed each other's tongues. I felt his massive erection through my jeans. I felt myself become wet, and jumped into his arms, so we could finish what he started the night before.

  CHAPTER SEVEN

  Ian picked me up and carried me to the back office. My mind screamed at me to stop this. However, my body reacted to his every touch. I sighed every time his hand brushed some part of my skin. I let my hands travel over his muscular back while he carried me. I continued to kiss him with a hunger I didn't know I possessed.

  I bit down on his lower lip, drawing a small bead of blood. I felt his growl from deep down, as he kissed me even harder.

  "I need you.” I whispered, “I need you inside me,” I said much louder, as he ripped my shirt down the center.

  When he set me on his desk, I spread my legs wide and encouraged him to nestle in between my legs. I kissed his upper chest. I tugged at the hem of his T-shirt and told him, “Off with it, now."

  As he stripped his shirt off, I saw the intricate tribal tattoos across his chest for the first time. The tattoos rounded his back and disappeared below his jeans.

  "How far down do these go?” I asked, and only got a grin as a response. I felt up to the challenge, and unbuttoned the top of his jeans. I peeled them back a few inches to discover the tattoos went below his boxer briefs. I sucked in a deep breath, tugged at his jeans and once again told him to strip.

  As he ducked out of his jeans, I noticed his erection strain against his yellow smiley face boxer briefs.

  "Nice underwear.” I commented. I put on a brave face for what seemed like an awful lot of hardness hiding beneath the thin layer of cotton, “Might as well give me the whole show."

  "I hope you know you are going to return this little show in a few minutes,” before I could answer, he shucked his smiley faces. Ian stood there in all his nude glory and I couldn't help but feel my jaw gape open when I noticed his enormous hard on.

  Maybe enormous is a bit over the top, but damn if I had ever been with a guy that big. And I am not talking just long.

  "Fucking Christ that thing could put an eye out!” I spouted out, maybe not my most romantic moment but shock always brought out a side of me that is unexplainable.

  "I hope he doesn't scare you,” he replied with a bemused look on his face, “The reaper of vampire kind is afraid of me, I feel flattered."

  Never one to back down from a challenge, I got my measure of him, slipped off the desk and proceeded to take the tip of his hard on in my mouth.

  I opened my mouth wide and felt his throbbing muscle spurt a small amount of his salty seed. I licked it up, savoring the taste of it. Unlike most men, it had a salty taste but not overly so, and it tasted tangy, like some kind of metal.

  "Oh my god, that feels good. Ariana, I must tell you, it has been a long time."

  I glanced up at him, and I shoved as much of his penis in my mouth as I could.

  "More than fifty years.” He sighed out as I withdrew and again tried to take as much as I could. I placed my hand at his base, I squeezed tightly, almost too much so. I used my hand like an extension of my mouth as I continued to lick, kiss and suck him.

  He grabbed my arms, and picked me up with no effort, “Enough! Strip now or I will not be able to make you cum as well."

  As he helped me out of my jeans, I began to feel apprehension at the sheer size of him.

  "Sikaoki do not fear. I will ease my way into your splendid path and you with feel no pain.” He whispered as he freed first one leg and then the other. I tossed my jeans to the side, his eyes still had not returned to their rightful nature, but I didn't mind.

  He picked me up and placed me
on the couch, then began to torture me with his hands and mouth. Soon he had me grasping and clenching at open air in an effort to hold on, while intense desire built up inside me.

  Slow and purposeful, he eased my panties back to reveal the top of my curls. He licked along the edge, using his fingers to explore my lips through my satin bikini bottoms. He lowered the panties further, he followed in their stead with mouth and tongue, and as I felt him lift my butt off the couch to reveal my triangle of hair fully, he stripped me of my last defense. Before I could protest, he thrust his head between my legs and nipped at my inner thighs.

  I arched my back in expectation. He fulfilled my need and spread my lips with expertise, he licked up the length of my labia and when he found my swollen nub, he began to suck at it.

  I moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. Soon I came to the cliff. As he slid a finger inside my velvet, wet tunnel I screamed out as I leapt over the edge, and felt my cookie try to drink from his finger. I held on to him, as if my life depended on it.

  As I came down from my high, I whispered, “I need you Ian, please, I need more."

  He smiled a schoolboy grin and pulled me off the couch with urgency, laid me on the floor, and knelt between my knees.

  I stroked his erection, it seemed larger from this angle. I closed my eyes, licked the palm of my hand and reached down to help him. I groaned with frustration as my body thrummed with pent up desire, I again begged him to enter me.

  As he lowered himself down to me, I felt the tip of him push at my opening. I tried to push up with my hips to meet him, he held me down with force.

  "I must go easy, Sikaoki, I do not want it to hurt.” He pushed very slowly inside of me, and I felt like screaming out to him, faster. I heard it in my mind and as if he heard me as well, he slammed into me.

  As I screamed from the shock of him filling me up, he became utterly still. Not normal still, but corpse still.

  "Out of everything you do—that fucking creeps me out the most."

  He glanced at my face, I felt obliged to explain.

  "I feel like you are dead, and yet you can still walk and talk, and most definitely fuck, so are you gonna lay there like a dead fish or are you gonna make me cum again?"

  Ian let out a bark of a laugh before he obliged me. His slow thrusts, which I encouraged, soon became the wild erratic slap of skin hitting skin. I could feel him so deep inside of me. He soon found that certain spot deep inside that most women think hurts. I find it hurts in a good way, and every time he slammed into it, I shrieked with ever building tension. He thrust hard and deep lifting my butt off the floor and angling it so he could reach deeper. At the end of his thrust, I screamed low and hard. Every muscle in my body tensed and then I saw stars as my orgasm came crashing down around us. He tried to pull back out for a last thrust, but couldn't because he too exploded with a deep growl which sounded more like a wolf than a human.

  CHAPTER EIGHT

  When Ian rolled off me, I closed my legs and tried to get up. I groaned with a soreness I didn't think was possible. Ian just grinned at me.

  "You think this is fucking funny, you broke me!” I shouted at him, suppressing my grin.

  Smiling wider, he walked towards me and picked me up with a gentleness I hadn't known he possessed, “I would take you to bed, however I only have the coffin. I am more than happy to let you sleep the remainder of the night there."

  "If you put me in your fucking coffin, you will not live to see the stars again,” I threatened. He laughed a deep masculine guffaw, and set me on the couch. He lifted up my panties and held them out in front of me.

  I snatched them from his hand and watched him shake his butt as he wiggled to retrieve his smiley faces.

  "I wouldn't put those on if I were you.” I commented as I stood up with aches in places I didn't know I could ache, and walked towards him. He had an incredulous look on his face, that said he couldn't believe I was up for another run, and truth be told if he had tried to fuck me again I would have shot him.

  Walking bowlegged, I reached him. I stood on tiptoe and pulled his head down to meet mine, and kissed him on the lips, then snatched his smiley shorts out of his hand.

  "Hey!” he exclaimed as I turned and shoved my butt into his groin when I bent to put them on. Grabbing my T-shirt off the floor, I noticed its tattered state, held it up to him and gave him a bemused look.

  I kept one hand on the boxer briefs to keep them from falling down, while I stared at the ripped apart shirt. He started to laugh at me.

  I grinned back then threw the shirt in his face, bent back down and picked up his shirt. I tried to pull the shirt on over my head, but had to struggle to keep his smiley faces on my waist and ended up in his arms before I hit the floor, bare breasted with his boxers half way off my body. Ian continued to laugh at me.

  As he carried me to the couch I said, “Women's prerogative, I get to keep any clothing that I want when the guy I just screwed rips my clothing apart."

  I laughed even harder as he tried to talk but instead gasped out unintelligible words.

  With some effort, I stood again and slapped at him while sliding his shirt over my head. It slid down my body. The hem came to rest at my knees. I started to laugh, because I couldn't keep his boxers on, his shirt was more like a dress, and I couldn't move without feeling aching muscles. I slapped at Ian again, then started to cry.

  Don't fucking ask me what the hell I was doing, but it all hit me. Ian was the first guy that I had truly enjoyed having sex with since Raif. It made Raif seem a little more lost to me because of it.

  As if Ian could read my thoughts, he sobered and gathered me in his arms.

  "Shhh, Sikaoki, let me fly you home, I don't have a bed to tuck you into, but I plan on getting one, now."

  She stared up into his eyes and asked, “Fly me home? Why can't you drive me home?"

  "I do not drive, you know this, I fly, and therefore, I shall fly you home, and then return before daybreak."

  "Nope, I will drive myself home.” I wiggled to get down. He sighed with what seemed like exasperation, but he obliged me.

  "Are you not crying because of Raif? I would help you to lessen the hurt if you would only let me."

  "I never asked for your help, Ian. I resent the fact you are trying to force it on me.” I screamed seeing red. “Grandpa, even if I wanted your help, I wouldn't ask for it."

  I turned to grab my guns, which I didn't remember taking off, as well as my knives, I collected them in a huff. Strapping the shoulder rig on, I turned back to Ian, “I thank you for the wonderful fuck, and will see you tomorrow at work."

  As I left I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I cursed every male on Earth. I ran the rest of the way to my Humvee.

  * * * *

  I don't remember the drive home; I was consumed with holding the tears at bay, and not trying to punch my steering wheel.

  As I skidded to a halt in my circular driveway, I felt like shooting somebody and the first name on my shit list was Ian, the second and almost tied for first was Raif.

  God, I missed him so much that my love was borderline hatred. The fact that Ian had made me cry about having great sex, only fueled the fire I had about Raif's disappearance.

  I slammed my front door. I paused in the entryway and opened my senses, as I stated before, I was not about to make stupid mistakes, my gut told me that all was safe in the Reynolds’ household this night.

  I went down to the basement, I had a new fire lit in my soul to find out what happened to Raif as-well-as what had happened to all of my data off my computer.

  I switched on my console and forty-eight new emails popped up, most of which were from my government contacts. I sighed and clicked on the oldest one, slouched down into my two-hundred dollar desk chair as it loaded. I started to read it and sat bolt straight. The contents interested me a great deal.

  Reaper, this is to inform you that we have eyewitness accounts of the death of Nosta the vampire. One of her newly turne
d killed her and took over the kiss.

  I clicked the back browse button fast and looked into the other emails from the government. Most gave a tidbit or two of information on who this new leader was. After reading more emails and coming to some of the last, I still had no name and only general Intel on the fact that he was on the move with some of the stronger in his kiss.

  Through our sources, we have discovered that the new leader is known only by his initials ... FTW.

  I laughed aloud, because only the government desk jockeys would think that FTW meant his initials. I realized he was somewhat of a prankster by naming himself ‘Fuck the World'. I felt wiped out and a bit giddy I laughed and wiped tears of mirth off my face.

  I took a huge gulp of air in an attempt to regain my breath, clicked on the last message and got the one I was expecting as soon as they confirmed Nosta's death. I had a new warrant and unlimited access to their database as well as a very large sum of money waiting to for me if I succeeded in execution of FTW.

  I leaned back in my desk chair and let a deep breath whoosh out of me. I thought of where I should start my investigation. I started to plunk away on my keyboard when I heard the news flash on my little stereo that I kept in my basement.

  This is a special news flash from channel thirteen news, Eric Garcia reporting. Santa Fe police have found over six vampire victims. Police have no leads as to who the culprits are. SFPD have determined there are at least three vampires that have run rouge. Any information about their identities or their whereabouts should be called into 1-800-473-9989. Again that number is, 1-800-473-9989. A five thousand dollar reward has been offered for tips that lead to the capture of the rouge vampires.

  I sprang from my seat to rush to my wall safe. When I opened it up, I prepared for world war three.

  This is my city and no fucking vampire is gonna run around killing innocents on my turf.

  CHAPTER NINE

  I strapped on my 228s, again. I also included my silver knives. A machete strapped to my thigh, as-well-as a Winchester twelve gauge shotgun on my back. I put a derringer in my pocket, a glock forty caliber down the back of my military pants. I added extra ammo in the side pockets.