Thomas

by Amy Robyn

  She sits down and smiles at me as I lift the dome from her hamburger. Her stomach growls loudly and she giggles. I love that sound nearly as much as her sounds of pleasure. She doesn’t say anything as she eats her food. I sit across from her and watch until she looks over at me and glares.

  “Are you always going to watch me eat because let me tell you, it’s pretty damn annoying.” I chuckle at her and shake my head.

  “I’m just thinking about my dinner.” She grabs her neck and I shake my head again at her.

  “Not your blood, though that’s tempting too.” Her cheeks flush beautifully as she gets my meaning.

  “Well, I hate eating alone and you watching me.” She says and before she can say anything else, I’m under the table. I pull her slender legs over my shoulders and push her dress up to her waist. I pull her panties aside and lick her slit, opening her petals with my tongue. She moans.

  “Eat or I’ll stop. This way you’re not eating alone.” I wait until she’s chewing again before going back to my tasty treat. She tastes even better tonight than she did this morning. I wonder why that is but I’m too busy licking and sucking all the juices spilling from her. I use my finger to push back her hood that covers the button that needs my tongue the most and her back bows, making the chair squeak. I slide my other hand between us and thrust a finger into her grasping channel. She’s still so damn tight that I’m amazed I ever fit my cock inside of her.

  I keep her on the edge of release by backing away and blowing air on her heated pussy, so she can finish her meal. Finally, she grips my hair in her hand and keeps me pressed against her.

  “I’m finished eating. Make love to me now.” She shouts as though she can’t take another second without release. I push her chair back and climb out from under the table. I pull her up out of the chair and lead her over to the sofa. I turn her around and push her over the arm of the couch. I tear her panties away as she grips the cushion in her hands until her knuckles turn white. She looks so fucking beautiful laying over the arm of the white couch with her red dress hiked up around her waist and her sexy bare ass in the air, waiting for me to give her the pleasure she desires.

  I open my slacks and push them and my boxer briefs down my thighs. My cock springs free and slaps against her bare thigh. The beast already knows where he wants to be. I spread her open and watch as her tiny opening opens and closes around nothing, needing and seeking to be filled. I rub the tip of my cock along her juicy center, getting him good and wet before pressing forward into her entrance. She’s still too tight to thrust into her in one stoke, so I slowly enter her an inch at a time.

  She mewls incoherently as I press forward ever so gently. The last thing I want to do is hurt her. I want only her pleasure. She’s so wet and slippery, but her body still fights the invasion of my fat cock. I look down at where my body pierces hers and the erotic image is nearly too much for me. Her lips are spread wide around me almost obscenely as I continue to feed more of myself into her. I can feel my control slipping more and even more so as she starts making the sounds that drive me insane with lust. She’s so naturally sexy that I know she doesn’t know what she’s doing and still, she has my control nearly snapping.

  She turns her head and looks over her shoulder at me and I can’t take it anymore. I thrust the last few inches into her and she cries out. I still, afraid I might have hurt her.

  “Yessss.” She says softly as though she had been waiting for me to fill her completely. I moan before losing my fucking mind and taking her the way, my body craves. I pound into her creating a symphony of sounds as our bodies collide together along with the moans and sighs. It takes all my concentration to keep from spilling before she reaches her peak. I pull her torso up to mine as I continue to pump into her. I turn her head and kiss her, and her sweet tongue meets mine.

  “I love you,” I whisper on her lips. She pushes her hips back to meet mine and we both groan. She has yet to tell me she loves me but I feel in her kisses, in the way her body moves with mine. If she didn’t at least care for me, she wouldn’t be here now, letting me touch her, letting me make love to her.

  I brush her hair aside as my fangs drop down. I lick her neck before sinking my fangs into her flesh as my cock does her ripe pussy. Her channel tightens around me as I suck in the first mouthful of her decadent blood. I growl as I suck more, and walls start to flutter around me. One more drink and she screams as she flies over the edge, dragging me with her. Her pussy spasms, milking my seed out of me. I pull my teeth out and lick the wound before shouting my own release. I cum and cum pumping myself into her, giving her every drop of my desire. Just when I think I am completely spent more comes out making me moan. What the fuck was that?

  I fall forward, pinning her to the couch as I hear the door open to the room. I cover her body with mine as Terrance comes into the room. I growl deep in my throat.

  “If you look at my mate, I will tear your eyes from their sockets,” I say with more menace than I have ever used before. Terrance turns his head to the side.

  “Cameras are down, and Eric is in the wind. We’re expecting an attack.” He says before going to his room. I’m sure to gather weapons.

  “Fuck.” I groan as I pull myself out of her even though it’s the last thing I want to do. She needs to be protected above all else.

  “What does he mean by that?” She asks as she stands up and lets her dress fall back in place. I reach over and help push one of her breasts back behind the material before tucking my still hard dick back into my pants.

  “Eric is from these labs that we found where they were experimenting with our kind and we have been unsure of all those we rescued. We have no idea what they have been told or where their loyalties lie.” I run my fingers through my hair out of frustration before pulling her with me down the hall. “Eric is the only one that was from the labs in the van with us this morning when I was explaining to the others that you’re my mate. He must be the one who went to your father to tell him we were together. Nobody else would have betrayed me.” I say as I open the bathroom door and push her inside.

  “If the cameras are down that means your father has another tech working with him that disabled them, which means he’s not alone and knows where we are.” I kiss her soft lips one more time. “Lock this door and do not come out until you hear my voice at the door.” She grabs my hand.

  “Stay with me.” She pleads as tears fill her eyes and I nearly forget that I’m doing this to protect her.

  “Please, love. I must fight, and I need to know you’re safe. Please.” She sighs and pulls me down for one more kiss.

  “You better come back to me without a scratch. Promise me.” She says, and I can’t deny her anything.

  “I promise.” I shut the door and wait to hear the lock click in place before going over to the closet where I stashed my bag of weapons. I unzip the large canvass bag and pull out my favorite weapon, my Glock. It has the shortest recoil and it fits perfectly in my hand. I snap on the silencer and load my pockets full of extra clips before making my way down the hallway to Terrance’s room. I knock before entering so he knows it’s me though I’m sure his nose already told him. Vampires have keen senses.

  “What happened?” I ask as I move over to the window and peek around the curtain.

  “I went to the rendezvous point to meet with the team and Eric didn’t show up. I started up the cameras on the ride back with the others and I saw a team coming to the General’s home, but I lost transmission shortly afterward. He has another unit here and I’m pretty sure Eric told him where to find us.” He points his computer at me. “These are the cameras surrounding the hotel and one minute ago this front desk clerk fell over. I think he’s starting to use some kind of gas to knock them all out.” I growl.

  “Do we have masks?” He shakes his head.

  “I have one mask, but I think we’ll be resistant to it. Isaac had us training with different kinds of gases and most we are immune to. There is only one that a
ffects us and all it does is irritate our skin.” He pulls a mask out of his bag and hands it to me.

  “I will take this one to Ava. She won’t be immune. Is there any way to make their masks ineffectual?” He nods his head and pulls out a can of spray glue. He tosses it to me.

  “This will work as long as they don’t use vapor cartridges and only use an air filter. The glue will gum up the mask and make it hard for them to breathe. They’ll pull off their masks and then be in the same boat as the hotel staff they’re using it on.” He grins a wicked grin that has me smiling as well.

  “What kind of mask is this?” I ask Terrance and he smiles again.

  “William spared no expense. These are vapor cartridges and should last for hours.” That’s good enough for me.

  “I’ll be right back,” I tell him before racing back down the hallway using vampire speed.

  “Ava it’s me. Open the door for a second.” She opens it a crack and sighs when she sees that it’s me before opening it all the way. I hand her the mask.

  “They’re using gas to make everyone take a nap. I didn’t want it to affect you.” I strap it to her head and press the button on the side. I hold her against me for a second longer than I probably should. “Now, lock the door for me. I will be back for you.” I tell her as I finally pull away from her. I hate not having her in my arms, but her safety must come first. I run back to Terrance’s room.

  “They’re in the elevator. Shut the curtains everywhere and turn off the lights. We can catch them by surprise.” Terrance says as he races around doing just that. I follow him and do the same until it’s nearly pitch black in the room. It gives us the advantage since we can see in the dark.

  “They’ll throw the gas canisters in first because they’re chicken shit bastards,” Terrance whispers. Not two seconds later the door opens, and cans hit the floor, rolling in different directions. The insidious sounds of metal against marble makes my blood boil with rage. The General had no regard for his only daughter. His only thoughts were to use her in his own political game. When I get my hands on him I will tear his heart from his chest and let him watch as it beats the last time. A slow smile curls my lips up at the thought. First, I need to protect my mate and remove the obstacles between us to get to the General.

  I raise my gun and aim it toward the door as it slowly pushes open. They expect that we’ll be passed out. They need to do a little more research on our physiology before they come at us with such stupidity. I never took pleasure in killing until this very moment, knowing they wouldn’t bat an eyelash at hurting the ones I love, my friends and most of all, my mate. No these men will not receive any mercy from me.

  The first man stepped through the door. He’s as silent as he has been trained to be but not good enough to go up against vampires. Compared to us the man is downright clumsy. I take aim and shoot. He falls on the spot without a sound escaping his mouth. The next guy is more cautious as his gun leads the way yet we have the darkness on our side. We can still see as though we were out in the daylight. Terrance takes him out as soon as his head clears the door. If only it could have remained that easy. In the next moment, all hell broke loose.

  Chapter 11. Ava

  I lay in the darkness trying to listen to everything happening around me. The only things I hear is a few thumps here and there, nothing to indicate what’s happening in the other rooms. I start to panic as the worst scenarios pass through my head like a viewfinder clicking through the pictures without sound. I worry about Thomas. The man who has become so pivotal to my happiness that I’m unsure I could survive without him. My father had it all wrong when he says these men are bloodthirsty creatures who need to be put down. There’s only one person that fits into that category and that’s him. Thomas protects me and cherishes me in ways I never dreamed. My own father wouldn’t do that for me.

  A thump sounds just outside the door and I nearly whimper in fear. I bite my lip to keep from making a sound. I have never been this scared in my life and it brings with it a certain amount of clarity I had never faced. One, my father is evil. Two, I’m head over heels, irrevocably in love with Thomas. Three, I’m more concerned for his safety than my own. And lastly, I know that my future is now in the hands of a man who I have only met. Who would have thought the jaded and non-believer in love is now basing her entire future on the things she never let herself believe in before?

  Another thump even closer now. I start to shake as I picture one of those thumps being Thomas falling to the floor. I should never have let him lock me in this room. I can outshoot most men thanks to my dad even though I hate giving that man any credit. He did raise me to be strong and independent. I guess for that I should be thankful. I’m not. He also taught me to not trust in men and made it nearly impossible to tell Thomas that I love him. I still haven’t said it when he has said it a dozen times. I should have told him when he came back to give me the mask. Hell, I should have told him while he was making love to me. I will rectify that as soon as I know he’s safe and I will remind him every day. Just please let him be okay.

  A timid knock sounds on the door but I don’t open it. He told me only to open it to his voice. The knock is louder this time and I hold my breath because I know it isn’t Thomas or he would have spoken. The next knock is loud enough to make me jump though I don’t make a sound.

  “Ava, it’s me, Terrance. Thomas is hurt, and he needs the medical kit he stashed in there.” I whimper because I don’t know if I should trust that he’s truly who he says he is.

  “What did we talk about in my dorm room?” I ask through the door to verify it’s him.

  “We talked about what to do about General Cypress and I explained that we can’t drain a human’s blood by feeding on them.” He says, and I sigh before opening the door a crack. I see Terrance and behind him on the bed is Thomas laying unmoving. I cry out as I race to him. He’s covered in blood and I start to hyperventilate. I can’t lose him now not when I didn’t have the courage to even tell him I loved him, not when I have decided to spend the rest of my life with him. He can’t leave me now. I won’t survive it.

  Terrance comes back into the room carrying a bag of supplies and opens it. He pulls out a large pair of scissors and starts cutting open his clothing. I watch as he reveals gunshot wounds littering his shoulder and arm. I whimper when he uncovers one in his torso.

  “What can I do?” I realize he can’t understand me because I’m still wearing the mask. I go to pull it off but Terrance grabs my hand, stilling it.

  “Don’t take it off yet. I’m not sure if all the gas has cleared the air yet. It’s messing with my senses and I can’t smell anything right now.” I nod my head to let him know I understand. I take Thomas’s hand and flinch slightly at how cold it is.

  “Don’t worry. I have seen vampires come back from much worse than this. I just need to remove the bullets and then you need to give him blood, so he can start to heal.” I have never given Thomas blood when we weren’t in the middle of making love and the thought sends a shiver down my spine. I’m not sure what it will feel like without being distracted. I just nod my head again. I will do whatever it takes to save Thomas’s life.

  I close my eyes tightly shut when I see Terrance pull out a scalpel. I know he’ll need to cut into his skin to extract the bullets and I hate knowing he must injure Thomas further to save him. I hold on to Thomas’s hand and try to breathe evenly as I listen to Terrance’s steady but heavy breathing as he works. I have never felt so impotent, so useless that I wish now I had gone to medical school. I should have done something useful, so I could help Thomas now. Instead, I’m just uselessly sitting beside him and holding his hand. I hear the clink of the bullets as Terrance drops them into a silver bowl. I have counted four so far and my stomach cramps. How can he survive being shot so many times? When the sixth clink sounds, Terrance sighs.

  “You can feed him now.” I open my eyes and look at Terrance for guidance. He comes over and stands beside me.

 
“What do I do?” He smiles as he takes my hand.

  “I’m going to make a small cut. Don’t worry Thomas will heal it with his saliva but we need his fangs to drop down and latch on.” I nod my head because I’m unsure if I can speak. I’m nervous about whether it will hurt. I suck in a sharp breath when he cuts into my wrist. He opens Thomas’s mouth and places my wrist in his mouth before leaving the room. My gaze follows him. How can he leave me alone? I have no idea what I’m doing.

  Thomas moans and his tongue darts out licking the blood from my wrist. I watch as he fangs slowly slide down, denting his bottom lip. He opens his mouth wider and his fangs pierce my flesh. I cry out at the momentary shock of pain, but it quickly recedes giving way to pleasure that has my thighs rubbing together. It feels as though his mouth is between my legs and he’s sucking my clit. I never thought it would be so arousing to feed him. It’s no wonder that I have an orgasm every time he starts to feed while we make love.

  Every pull of his lips brings me closer to cumming. I finally close my eyes and reach under my dress to find my moist fold. I slide my finger between my lips and stroke my clit, sending me over the edge. I cry out as I cum. My body shutters and I feel my juices spill down my thighs. Another moan fills the air only this time it’s Thomas. My eyes pop open at the same time his fangs recede back into his gums. He licks the wound only his eyes are on me and they’re on fire with so much desire that my thighs clench again.

  “Give me your finger.” He says in a hoarse whisper. I know which finger he’s talking about as I pull it out from under my dress. It glistens in the light with my cream. I place it near his lips and he sucks it into his mouth. He eyes close and a rumble sounds in his chest. I look down at his body and see that the holes have closed. All that remains of his injuries are slightly red puckered marks.