“Simon, what is she?” Youssef asked, staring with dark, worried eyes at Tory’s pale face. “She… she acted like she was a Vam… She acted like she was a Vampire. But, how is that possible? She was out in the sunlight. Could there even be such a creature in addition to Werewolves?”
Simon’s eyes locked on his friend’s pale face. His mind swirled with questions. Was it possible? Maybe. Most likely, after what they had just witnessed. But, how? He hadn’t smelled anything unusual. Surely, the beast inside him would have been able to pick up another immortal creature. He had easily picked up the scent of the Werewolves his master had created.
He had heard legends of Vampires, but he had never met any during his long life. Boatwright had never mentioned any other creatures. If anything, Boatwright had boasted that Werewolves were the only creatures of the night that were real.
“We are the only ones that truly live.” Simon remembered Boatwright bragging to him shortly after the alpha changed him. “And I am the alpha, the leader, the only one who can make more. I alone control who can become immortal and who will die. The Werewolves I create are the only ones in the world.”
Simon had believed his former alpha. The only Werewolves he had ever met were the ones Boatwright created. They were the ones Simon would later kill. He had spent centuries believing he was the only creature of his kind on Earth.
His eyes shifted down to Tory’s relaxed face. He traced her flushed cheek with the trembling fingers of his right hand. She was not pale or cold like the stories said a Vampire would be. She had delivered the furniture to his house this afternoon in broad daylight. He had watched as the sun highlighted the colors in her rich, brown hair.
“No, it has to be something else,” Simon murmured as he tenderly stroked her cheek. “She is warm. She was outside in the sun. No, there is another explanation.”
“Why would she go to a cemetery at night?” Youssef asked. “No normal human would venture there alone after dark. Not only that, I thought I saw… things moving there. Simon, something is not right. Let me take her to her apartment. I can leave her there. I think it would be best if you disappeared for a while until I find out what is going on.”
“No!” Simon replied sharply, glancing up at Youssef with a piercing glacial glare. “She stays with me until I know what she is and what happened.”
“Very well,” Youssef forced out in a heavy voice. “I just ask that you use caution. She has some type of hold over you. I’ve never seen…” Youssef’s voice died at the silent warning in Simon’s eyes at the mention of what happened a short time ago in the cemetery. “At least let me see what information I can find on her and Alexandru Carson. Promise me you will use caution until I can see what I can find.”
“Do your research,” Simon agreed. “I can look after myself.”
Youssef gave a sharp nod, but remained quiet. Simon knew his friend wanted to argue. He also knew that it would be useless. No, he would keep an eye on Miss Tory Carson, a very close eye. She would be under his control, in his bed, and if he had anything to do with it, what happened in the cemetery would only be the beginning.
Two days, Simon thought, leaning his head back against the headrest. Two days until the sexual urges of the beast take control of me. Nothing can save Tory, then.
Chapter Eight
Tory stretched, yawned, and wiggled her toes back and forth. She didn’t remember the bed in the apartment being this comfortable. She yawned again and slowly opened her eyes. Her head tilted sideways as she stared up at the high ceiling. A frown creased her brow as she studied it. This wasn’t her bedroom.
A low scream escaped her when a man’s face suddenly appeared in front of her. Not thinking, she pushed her hands up against his chest with more force than she was intending. Horror darkened her eyes as Simon’s body flew up almost to the ceiling above the bed from her thrust.
Tory shifted into a bat as gravity kicked in and he started to fall. Flapping frantically, she flew up and landed on the top of an armoire set against the far wall of the bedroom. Peeking over the top, she winced when Simon landed in the middle of the bed with a loud thump. Her eyes widened and a delighted grin curved her lips as she admired his bare ass. Her admiration turned into a startled squeak when he suddenly moved.
Her eyes locked with his for a moment when he turned and glared up at her. Scrambling awkwardly backwards until she was up against the wall, she waited with a pounding heart. It didn’t take long before a pair of piercing blue eyes was staring at her from over the lip of the beautiful, dark wood cabinet.
Tory stared back at him for several long seconds, wondering what she should do. Deciding she couldn’t stay on top of the cabinet forever, she scooted toward the edge while keeping her eyes on him. He seemed to understand what she was about to do as his eyes followed her, but he didn’t try to grab her.
With a little sneeze, she pushed off the armoire. She fluttered to the other side of the room before she transformed back. With a quick reach, she grabbed a dressing robe off an elegant eighteenth century style chair and pulled it on before she turned around to face Simon. A rosy blush rose up her cheeks, but she forced her eyes to remain on his face, instead of his magnificent body that was clearly exposed.
“What am I doing here?” Tory asked in a husky voice. “What happened?”
“You are back on my estate,” Simon replied as he stepped around the bed. “You fainted last night after…”
“Oh!” Tory’s eyes widened as the memory of what happened last night washed through her. “Oh my!”
***
Simon picked up his trousers that were lying on a small bench at the end of the bed. He quickly slid them on, never taking his eyes off of Tory’s face. The flaming blush on her cheeks and her beautiful brown eyes that suddenly seemed too large for her face confused him.
The strength behind her thrust was enough to seal the fact that she was anything but human. But, it was her transformation into a small, plump bat and back again that shook him. Everything about her was now screaming immortal creature, yet her scent was still that of a human.
“Yes, oh,” he said, watching her with a wary expression. “What are you, Miss Carson?”
Her eyes skirted from him to the bedroom door behind him and back again. She chewed on her bottom lip in indecision for several long seconds. Panic swept across her face when he took another step closer to her.
Simon saw her eyes flicker to the door again and knew she was going to try to get by him. What he hadn’t expected was that she would be as fast as she was when she made up her mind to try to escape. He almost missed her as she swept past him. The minute his hands wrapped around her, she shifted again. One moment he had a beautiful, curvy woman in his grasp, the next he had a trembling, plump bat looking up at him with soulful, dark brown eyes.
He gently cupped the shivering creature in his hands. Pulling his hands closer to his chest, he stepped over to the large set of windows. Early morning sunlight filtered through the glass. Indecision flickered through him again as he wondered if it would hurt Tory. He held Tory up so he could see her peeking out between his fingers at him.
“The sun did not harm you yesterday,” he murmured in a low voice. “Can you go out in it at any time?”
The tiny bat peeked out between his fingers. A soft chuckle escaped him when it looked like it tried to roll its eyes at him. This bat wasn’t like any bat he had ever seen before. Her dark brown fur was soft, her eyes large and filled with emotion, and her mouth, while filled with sharp, tiny teeth, was puckered into an adorable, little pout.
“I assume that means ‘no’,” Simon chuckled. “If I release you, will you not try to escape again?”
It took a moment before he saw the little head move up and down. Drawing in a deep breath, he slowly opened his hands. A reassuring smile curved his lips when he felt the slight tremble of the creature in his hand before it turned and jumped off his outstretched palms.
He watched in fascination as Tory’s
soft, curvy figure formed a few feet away from him. He frowned when he noticed that when she transformed, his dressing gown was on her. When he transformed to the beast, he had to remove his clothing and redress otherwise it was destroyed.
“I… The sun doesn’t bother me,” Tory nervously replied, pushing a strand of wayward hair behind her ear as she glanced toward the window. “I like the sun.”
“What are you?” Simon asked in a quiet voice.
Tory laughed nervously. “Duh! I’m a Vampire,” she replied with a roll of her eyes. “Haven’t you ever met one before?”
“No,” Simon whispered as he stared at her in fascination. “Are there others? How can you go out into the sun? Why aren’t you cold? How… What the hell happened last night and does it happen every time you...?”
Simon sighed when Tory blushed again and bowed her head. She shook her head frantically back and forth before she replied. Simon stepped forward and tilted her chin up so that she was forced to look at him.
“No, there are not others? No, what happened last night doesn’t happen with anyone else?” He asked in frustration.
“Yes, there are others. There are lots of us, well, not lots and lots, but a whole town full of everybody,” she whispered, staring up at him. “No, I’ve never had that happen before. I don’t normally suck on people’s necks, it’s rude. But the few times I have, I’ve never experienced that before.” Her voice faded and her eyes dilated when he leaned down to brush a kiss over her upturned lips.
“Good,” he replied against her lips before kissing her again.
A low groan escaped him when she shyly returned his kiss. The feel of her soft, plump lips against his sent a shaft of need through him. The beast, having had a taste of what could happen, wanted it just as much as the man did. His hands slid down her body and gripped her hips.
It took a considerable amount of self-discipline to pull back. He watched as her eyelids fluttered open. Her gaze was dazed and the sight of her slightly parted lips pulled another groan from him. He needed answers, but if she continued to look at him like she was doing right now, the answers would come later, much, much later.
“Tell me about… everything,” he finally demanded after he drew in several, long, deep breaths. “You said there is a whole town of Vampires?”
Tory giggled and shook her head. “Not just Vampires,” she replied, tilting her head to the side. “There’s trolls and shifters and witches and, oh, we have a Genie, now! I bought him a couple weeks ago on ebay! There’s also my best friend, Maverick. He’s a Werewolf, too. Then, there’s Kevin. He’s a Garden Troll, but he hates dirt. He’s almost as bad as I am being a Vampire with a blood disorder! Who would’ve thought that could happen? Then, there’s…”
Simon’s hands tightened on Tory’s hips as she continued to talk. Werewolves, there were more of them! The beast inside him rose up in fury. There were others of his kind and they were close to Tory.
“Ouch,” Tory muttered, sliding her hands down to cover his.
“I’m sorry,” Simon said, releasing her and stepping back. “How can all of these creatures live together?”
“Why shouldn’t we? I mean, Magic is our home,” Tory replied, puzzled by his sudden closed expression. “Haven’t you ever met others like us?”
“No.”
“Oh,” Tory whispered, gazing up at him in uncertainty. “We are just like everybody else. We have families that we love, go to school, and watch television.”
“What about all the rumors about Vampires?” Simon asked, looking over Tory’s flushed face. “You are warm, you go out into the sun, and you eat. I saw you coming out of a restaurant last night.”
A soft sigh escaped Tory. “My rare steak that I paid thirty-two dollars for is ruined,” she moaned in regret. “Why shouldn’t I be warm? I mean, I can control my body temperature for the most part, but I hate being cold. That’s just… yucky.”
“Yucky?” Simon repeated with a shake of his head. “What happened last night? You were in pain. I could feel it, and yet when you bit me…. Damn it.” He broke off when he felt his body react to the memory of her biting him.
“You saved my life,” she admitted in a quiet voice. “I bit the other man to stop him. I have a slight blood disorder,” she blushed again and looked down at her hands that were folded together in front of her. “If I drink the wrong blood type, it can kill me.”
“Is that why you asked Youssef what his blood type was?” Simon asked in a deadly calm voice. “Is that why you wanted him to go out with you?”
Tory peeked up at him. “I love ‘A’ positive blood. It is a human’s equivalent to chocolate to me. He smelled good, but you smelled… delicious,” she admitted, looking away. “I couldn’t let you know I was a Vampire. I promised everyone back home. Youssef would have been safe. I wouldn’t have hurt him and I could make him forget if I did have a tiny sip.”
Simon’s eyes darkened with desire. If she was going to bite someone, it was damn well going to be him. He’d kill any other man.
“How often do you need to feed?” He asked in a husky voice.
“What? Feed?” She whispered as he slid his hands around her waist and pulled her closer. “I… What are you doing?”
“Offering you a meal,” Simon replied, lowering his head and tilting it just enough to tease her. “Are you hungry?”
“This is so not playing fair,” she protested in a soft, tortured voice as the scent of his blood made her mouth water. “Simon, please.”
“Say yes, Tory,” Simon encouraged, leaning closer. “Bite me, Tory.”
A low moan escaped her, but Simon knew he had won when he felt the scrape of her teeth along his flesh. Goosebumps rose along his skin as she brushed her teeth across his thundering vein. His hands tightened on her waist, encouraging her.
Pleasure and excitement burst through him when he felt the brief, sharp pain followed by ecstasy as she sank her fangs deep into his vein. His hands ripped the material of the dressing gown in half.
He cupped the back of her head when she started. He refused to let her stop. He wanted her. He needed her. This time, he was determined to have her on his terms.
He kept her mouth pressed against his neck with one hand, while he used the other to push off the trousers he had pulled on, but not fastened. Once he was able to kick them aside, he gathered her in his arms and strode back to the bed. His body was throbbing in time with the movement of her lips.
“Yes, Tory,” he groaned as he laid her back down on the silky, royal blue sheets of his bed. “Yes, drink.”
Her whimpers were all he needed to know that she was locked in the same haze of desire as he. He ran his hands up and down along her sides. On the third pass, he reached between them and threaded his fingers through the soft, dark curls covering her mound.
“Simon!” Tory gasped as her legs fell apart as he skimmed his fingers between them.
Simon quickly smothered her cry with his lips, tasting his blood on her lips as he did. His body had already healed the puncture marks from her teeth. Need rushed through him in a torrential flood of burning fire. Satisfaction coursed through him when he felt the slickness of her body as his fingers slipped into her vaginal canal. The muscles along her vagina squeezed him as he pushed deeper and deeper until he came to the barrier he was searching for.
The beast inside him howled in triumph. She was theirs to conquer, to tame, and to totally possess. He would keep her away from the other Werewolves and strange creatures. He would be her alpha.
“Say my name again, Tory,” Simon demanded hoarsely as he pulled back. His hands moved back up and threaded through her thick, curly brown waves. “Say it. Say you want me.”
“I do want you, Simon,” she whispered in confusion. “I do…”
Simon didn’t let her finish her sentence. His lips captured hers again as he slid his body firmly over hers. Aligning his throbbing cock with her slick entrance. He pressed forward. A shudder shook him as the bulbous head o
f his cock slipped inside her. Fire and her desire wrapped around him as he claimed her. He rocked his hips back and forth. Each move pressed him deeper and deeper. When he felt her stiffen in surprise, he pressed forward. He caught her startled gasp as he drove as far as he could into her.
“Yes, Tory,” Simon groaned as he felt her body squeezing him. “Take me.”
“Simon,” Tory whimpered as her fingers curled into the skin of his shoulders as she stared up at him. “I… this isn’t… Oh, that feels so good.”
Simon had begun moving back and forth while he pressed hot kisses against her neck. He nipped at the tender skin of her neck and shoulder. He liked when she jerked in response. The beast inside him pushed against him. It wanted him to bite her and to mark her as his.
“Yes,” he growled in a rough voice. “Take me. Take all of me, Tory.”
Simon strained to keep a handle on his control. When Tory’s legs rose and wrapped around his waist, he came close to losing it. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he buried his face in the pillow next to her to keep from mating with her.
This was the first time he had ever wanted to claim a woman like this. Biting the pillow, he pumped into her faster and harder with each stroke as the desire to bite built inside him until he thought he would go mad. He felt her harsh breath against his neck again right before she sank her teeth into him again.
This time, his control snapped. He sank his own teeth into the pillow as he came deep inside her. The pulsing jets triggered her own orgasm. Her legs tightened around his waist, holding him to her as he spilled his seed deep into her womb.
Releasing the pillow, Simon let out a hoarse cry when her hand slid down along his side to grip his left ass cheek as she pressed against him. The feel of the tug on his neck, combined with the slight raking of her nails over his ass, pulled another orgasm from him.
“Tory,” Simon shouted out. “Yes!”
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