Violette Dubrinsky

by Under a Crescent Moon

  “Nothing’s true.”

  Because Victor could think of nothing else, he brushed his lips against hers, moaning at the softness. A little whimper greeted his touch, and he pulled away, thinking he’d done something wrong. Her hand at his shoulder—he hadn’t even felt it there—stopped him. Sinking her other hand into his hair, she pulled his head down, kissing him in the way of the movies. As her lips parted for his tongue’s slow penetration, Victor moaned. She tasted better than Antoinette’s special recipe toffees. Azaleigh tasted of fudge, sweet cakes, and other sinfully sweet baked treats, all wrapped into one. His hands encircled her waist and he lifted her, bringing her to his height for better access to her mouth. Her arms slid around his neck as long limbs snaked around his middle, locking at his back, and he instinctively cupped her buttocks.

  Azaleigh’s moan echoed through the house and Victor felt a surge of pride. He squeezed her through the short pants, and she gasped. Pulling back slightly, he noticed it was a gasp of pleasure, and attacked her lips once more. He could kiss her for hours, but his engorged flesh demanded release. Reluctantly, he pulled away.

  “Azaleigh, I...I probably shouldn’t have done that.”

  Leaning forward, she licked at his lips and moaned. “I wanted you to.”

  More blood rushed south and he grimaced. “I’d like to kiss you more, but I—”

  At that moment, she unclasped her legs and slid down his body a bit, the heat of her center poised directly over his blood-filled organ. Victor groaned.

  “You’re hard?” she breathed, rocking her body against his erection and whimpering. He watched her face in awe. Her brow was tensed, but her facial expression conveyed ecstasy.

  She suddenly hoisted herself back up, legs locking into place behind his back, and kissed him deep, dueling her tongue against his. Her hands were in his hair, tugging as her breasts pushed into his chest. When she pulled away from him, it was to whisper into his ear. “Take me upstairs, Victor.”

  He didn’t need to be told twice.

  ***

  There were probably one million and two reasons she should not be doing this with her sexy, zombie Protector who might also be a vampire Night Walker, but there was one reason she should, and that reason fueled Azaleigh’s passion.

  After tonight, the entire town, including her, could be dead. Massacred. While she wanted to believe Victor, something about Dorian’s promise scared her. If the vampire broke through her defenses, the town would be his mercy. Even the pets would be slaughtered.

  Victor was a beautiful creature, human or not, and she’d wanted him from the moment she’d gotten a good look at all nearing seven feet of him. And he wanted her, too, if his jerking off in the bathroom were any indication. With the thought of death and mayhem at the back of her mind, she needed this, just once, before meeting Dorian Winters again.

  As Victor laid her onto the bed, Azaleigh began undoing her clothes. He watched hungrily, his eyes missing nothing, though he’d seen her naked before. When she lay before him in only her cherry-colored thong, Victor ran his massive palm over her breasts. Cries of pleasure left her lips, and he removed his hand quickly. Azaleigh caught it and brought it back to her breast, staring into his beautiful eyes as he squeezed and released.

  “Take off your clothes, Victor,” she moaned.

  Stepping away, he shed them in record time. He tossed his shirt across the room, and Azaleigh pushed onto her elbows for the removal of his jeans. When he stood naked before her, boxers on the floor beside the jeans, and hand wrapped around a cock the size of a Poland Spring bottle, she was rendered speechless. She was no virgin, but she’d honestly thought penises that size only existed in porno flicks, and were surely surgically enhanced.

  Azaleigh, slightly nervous, parted her legs as he gently lowered his body to hers. She’d been on a dry spell for years and he had a miniature python down there. The thought flew from her mind when Victor’s lips closed around her nipple, and he began to suckle. His tongue was tentative, slowly tracing the tightening tip before moving around the edge. He made her feel delicate, treasured.

  “Oh, yes...there. Oh my—harder, Victor!”

  The suction increased as his hands trailed down her sides and across her hips, coming to her heated center. His fingers traced the thin strip she’d straightened up in the bathroom this morning, and he moaned. As they moved further down, he lifted his head to look at her. She nodded, sensing he needed her affirmation, and they dipped into her wet slit, sliding over her clitoris before gently applying pressure.

  Azaleigh lifted her hips and gripped the sheets, moaning at the exquisite torture.

  “Do you like that?” Victor asked in a gravelly voice.

  “Yes. I like it...a lot.”

  He lowered his head to her other breast, sucking the tight peak into his mouth as his fingers continued circling and flicking. Who’d taught this man to give pleasure? Whoever it was deserved a medal.

  When his teeth grazed her, Azaleigh screamed and slid her fingers into his hair. Victor’s fingers moved back, and one dipped into her hot channel, stroking her insides in a strong and smooth motion.

  “Victor,” she whispered, but he was so lost in his homage to her breasts, he seemed to not hear.

  “Victor!” He came up instantly, eyeing her with a look of concern. “Please, I can’t take it. I need you now.”

  His finger slid from her body, and she thought he meant to accommodate her, when he slid down her length, coming to her spread thighs.

  “I have to taste you first.”

  It was said so apologetically she didn’t know whether to smile or cry.

  The first swipe of his tongue sent her into convulsions, and Azaleigh careened off the bed, unsure whether she was having an epileptic fit or an orgasm or perhaps both. When he’d wrung every tremor from her exhausted body, Victor finally moved his hips between hers.

  Tired, but not too tired to feel the smooth, broad head of his shaft caress her opening, Azaleigh halted him.

  “Condom,” she murmured.

  Above her, Victor tensed, looked confused for a brief span, and shook his head. “I don’t have any.”

  “Shit,” she hissed. “Why don’t you have condoms?” She sounded whiny because she wanted him inside her.

  “I’ve never needed them before.”

  That doused some of her passion, and Azaleigh pushed at his chest. As he rolled to his side, she shook her head.

  “That’s why you’ll have to wear one with me. You’re hot but no one’s hot enough for an STD.” Even if her world was ending tonight, it would end with her horny, and definitely sans the STD.

  He rolled onto her again, and Azaleigh felt a tremor of fear. Was he going to force her? Victor had never seemed that kind of person.

  “Azaleigh, listen to me. I’ve never needed them because I’ve never done this before.”

  There was a lot of blinking involved and a few disbelieving snorts. “You don’t act like someone who’s never had sex before, Victor, and looking like you, I highly doubt it. Now get off.”

  He grew so serious, her smile faltered.

  “I’ve never had sex with anyone before you. Everything I did to you, I learned from an adult video.” Red infused Victor’s cheeks over that confession, and her eyes widened.

  “I assumed...” She let her voice trail off. “I saw you, touching yourself...” Azaleigh didn’t have the words to continue. This was awkward.

  “That was the second time I’d done it. I wanted you, and couldn’t concentrate enough to keep you safe.”

  “Oh.” It was her turn to blush. Victor kissed her slowly, a lazy tangling of tongues that curled her toes, but rolled to his side after. He eyed the bathroom door and sat up. “Wait. Where are you going?”

  “I don’t have condoms,” he reminded her with a little smile.

  Scooting across the bed, Azaleigh made her way to his lap, arranging herself over his muscular thighs. The smile faded and hunger leapt in those amazing eye
s.

  “You’ve never done this before, and I haven’t done it in years. I’m clean; you’re clean. I’m on birth control.” She had painful cramps, and the doctor recommended low-dose pills, on and off. She was so glad this was the ‘on’ time.

  As his mouth opened, Azaleigh kissed him, dragging herself against the thick, hard male flesh trying to make its way into her body. Taking pity on them both, she lifted up, feeling him rise with her, seeking. She slid down slowly, biting her lip as his thick flesh lodged within and parted her. The pressure was instant, the pain hovering slightly out of reach, but the pleasure that washed over her body made her purr.

  Victor’s jaw was clenched, his eyes shut as she slowly worked herself over him. Taking him as deep as she could without an obscene amount of pain, Azaleigh lifted and slid back down.

  “You feel so good,” he murmured, wrapping his hands around her back and burying his lips against her throat. He kissed her there, licking her neck, before moving across her chin to her lips.

  Azaleigh used his shoulders as her anchor, knowing how far to slide by how far from the corded flesh she was. She misjudged a few times, but the pain was worth it and by the tenth thrust, she was taking his entire length, her smooth lips being tickled by the hairs between his legs.

  Pushing him down, she anchored herself on washboard abs, and bounced her hips. Victor stared at her with hunger, eventually taking her breasts in his hands and squeezing them. Her climax was coming. Azaleigh could feel it coursing, building with the urgency of her body, and she rode toward it, angling herself so every movement of his shaft would rub her spot. She was close, almost there, when Victor sat up, and in one motion maneuvered her under him. Shock made her still, but Victor was in motion. Pulling her legs to his waist, he began to thrust.

  Wanting to crawl into him, Azaleigh lay back and moaned. For someone who’d never had sex before, Victor was doing well. Extremely well. Amazing. Her toes curled from his smooth motions, and when he took her mouth, Azaleigh screamed, feeling that first tremor rip through her body. The second wasn’t far away, and before long, she was exploding around him, calling his name and clutching at his muscular back as she flew apart.

  His pace increased, driving her further into the sturdy bed. Victor’s hands gripped a hip as he rammed her body before roaring her name and filling her with his seed.

  Chapter 6

  “You were amazing,” Azaleigh murmured against his chest.

  The water beat down on them both, cooling their heated bodies from the intense, sweaty loving they’d had in her bedroom.

  Victor smiled and leaned close to capture her lips, swollen from his kisses. “You were better.”

  As she laughed, he lifted her. Her legs went around his waist, but the slipperiness made it difficult so he anchored her buttocks with his hands. “I’m glad I waited for you.” He was. Victor had the feeling that anyone before Azaleigh would have felt hollow, as the masturbation had. What he’d experienced not an hour before was almost indescribable. As Azaleigh rode him, her soft insides clutching him as her summery scent washed across his body, he’d felt complete, like this was why he hadn’t thought of touching another woman. Maybe some instinct inside him had known she was coming.

  “You’re hard again,” Azaleigh murmured, moving down his body to stroke his thickening organ in her small hand. With her smooth belly as a backdrop, and her hands slowly pumping him, Victor grew harder.

  “I like being inside you.”

  She smirked, and gently squeezed him. Victor hissed, and with the wall at her back, she guided him to her opening, already wet, telling him she was ready for more. He slid forward slowly, giving her time to adjust. Her hands slid around his neck as she rocked against him and moaned.

  “I like having you inside of me.”

  Capturing her lips in a deep kiss, Victor braced her fully against the wall and began to move, taking them both to ecstasy as the cool water rained about their bodies.

  ***

  As dusk fell, Azaleigh and Victor walked to into the woods behind the house. They didn’t speak. They’d done that enough in the intimate hours they’d spent together. She was nervous, unsure of what the night would bring. She drew the pentagram as Victor placed the five elements into each triangle, then sat in the center with her spell book. He entered as well, holding her knees as she recited a spell to protect them when they were gone. The circle glowed white, and the winds howled as the trees danced. A soft mist, reminiscent of the steam from their hot shower, enshrouded them.

  “It worked. Read the other one.”

  Victor seemed tense, and she understood. He was nervous, too.

  As she recited the other, Azaleigh kept her eyes on him. The spell was short, a few words, and she knew it by heart. Before long, she and Victor found themselves standing in another place.

  “Where are we?” she asked instantly. Her brain wanted badly to name the place, but something about it kept her from remembering.

  “The outskirts of town,” he answered, turning in a full circle. He eyed the dark road ahead of them. “This is the location of one of the protection charms.”

  “Oh.”

  There was a slight rustling, and Victor tensed. His eyes faded to black and a chill came over his body. “They’re coming.”

  Not a second after he spoke, Dorian Winters appeared out of thin air. Azaleigh barely kept her gasp silent.

  The vampire seemed taken aback by Victor, and halted his sure step before cautiously moving forward. A smile split his lips. “You’ve kept your end of the bargain, witch. As Antoinette’s successor, I didn’t expect it.”

  “Stay where you are, Night Walker, or I’ll rip your heart out.”

  Never had Victor spoken to her in the voice he used; if he had, she would have been much more terrified of him. Azaleigh stared between the two of them, and felt her stomach drop. She’d been wrong. They had more similarities than the paltry two she’d remembered. They had similar stances, both stubborn and daring, as if they would rather fight to the death than submit to anyone, and their facial expressions seemed alike. Their brows were identical, too. One dipped and the other arched when they were upset, which was readily apparent now.

  “You’d kill your own father, Victor? Patricide is still a crime in our community,” Dorian murmured with a frown. “You’ve grown...darker. No doubt the rays of the sun are responsible for the tan you’re sporting.”

  Victor didn’t respond. He only stood still, anticipation humming from his body.

  Licking at her dry lips, Azaleigh interceded. “My Protector doesn’t believe you, Dorian. Why don’t you tell us what you really want?”

  “You wound me, witch,” Dorian murmured with a shake of his dark head and an accompanying evil smirk. “I only want the son who was stolen from me years ago by that vengeful witch—”

  He broke off on Victor’s savage growl, but countered with a snarl of his own. “Who bewitched him under a pretense of truce, dragged him to her cursed house, and made him into her zombie.”

  “You’re lying.”

  Dorian’s head snapped back as if coming unglued from his neck. “What do I have to gain by lying, boy? You’ve always been smart, ahead of the rest us in some ways. What is my agenda?”

  “Hallows Brook. You’ve been trying to snack on the people for over a century, and you think creating discord between Azaleigh and me might help you get it.”

  Dorian glared at him, and shook his head. “Snack? Times have changed, Victor. Night Walkers don’t run out for midnight snacks called small towns anymore. We have more than enough willing blood slaves.”

  “Then leave us alone.”

  Visibly upset, Dorian snapped, “Us? You are one of us, Victor! The witch is gone. It’s time to take your take your rightful place—”

  “My rightful place is here.”

  “As a witch’s slave! Her zombie?” Dorian’s teeth snapped together audibly and he grunted. “I will rip your heart from your chest and leave it to the sun
rather than see my own blood brought so low.”

  “You can always try,” Victor returned, with a chilling smile.

  “Wait!” Azaleigh called, sensing a fight was close. She addressed Dorian. “If you’re telling the truth and you’re his father, how did Victor come to be Antoinette’s Protector?”

  “Because she’s a witch! She put a spell on him, wiped clean any memories he had of life before her, and did something to change him into this!” Dorian spread his hands in disgust. Addressing Victor once more, the king spoke. “If you come with me, the Georgia Night Walkers won’t come to Hallows Brook again.”

  “I don’t believe anything you say.”

  “So that’s your answer, Victor? You’re turning your back on your people?”

  “My people are here, in Hallows Brook.”

  “So be it,” Dorian murmured. Before she could blink, he attacked Victor. Azaleigh screamed a warning, but Victor had expected it, and rolled with the fast creature, pulling a broad, wicked-looking dagger out of the air so quick she might have missed it if she weren’t paying close attention. He aimed for the heart, but Dorian disappeared before the sharp blade could slice through his skin. He reappeared over Victor seconds later. With a flick of his wrist, the vampire threw him across the way and moved to her. Lifting her arm, Azaleigh blasted him with her light, but he didn’t go back like the others. In fact, he roared and pushed forward, the white light parting on either side of him like misty wings as he advanced. Before Dorian could reach her, Victor caught him by the neck and tossed him back. His body thudded, and Azaleigh was certain something snapped, as he hit the asphalt. Within seconds, Victor was leaping at the vampire with a roar that sounded so familiar to Dorian’s, Azaleigh was unsure who’d emitted it.

  Groaning at her weakening powers, she fell to the ground, trying to conserve her energy. Something told her she’d need it.

  “You would choose a witch over blood?” Dorian screamed between vicious blows to Victor’s body.