by Aubrey Ross
Chapter Three
Dalton stalked toward Kylie and kept right on stalking. She retreated step for step until the wall pressed against her back. He captured her hands and spread them out on either side of her body, entwining their fingers so firmly she couldn’t break his hold.
“Part your lips,” he whispered, his mouth hovering over hers.
This is what she wanted, wasn’t it? She’d known they’d end up in bed when she brought him here. Brought him here? This was her hotel room, but when had she brought him here?
His tongue swept past her lips, robbing her of thought and launching heat downward. She ached. She burned. And he wasn’t bound by the Froswick dimension’s rules. He could do anything he wanted to her, anything she wanted him to do and more. Excitement zinged up along the same path the heat had taken down.
“I’m going to fuck you, Kylie. This is what you wanted, isn’t it?” He sounded urgent and needful. There was a hint of a question in his tone, but his hands had already found their way under her gown. He knew the answer to his question, and if he didn’t her body would tell him as soon as his fingers ventured between her thighs. She had never wanted a man more, never needed the fullness of a cock moving deep inside her this desperately.
She clutched the wall, leaving her hands where they’d been when he’d pressed them there. Noticing her stillness, he narrowed his eyes with speculation. His fingers threaded through the thickness of her hair and he angled her head, allowing his tongue to slide in and out of her open mouth.
“I’ve got handcuffs,” he whispered against her kiss-dampened lips. “Take off the gown so I don’t have to cut it off later.”
A thrill shook her as her wayward imagination pictured him doing just that. No. There was no reason to let him know just how deep her dark side ran. She unzipped the gown and wiggled out of the fitted garment. She kicked off her shoes and unfastened her strapless bra. Did she dare Mimic Arabel’s breasts before he saw her naked? She’d never actually seen Arabel naked, so the likeness would probably be flawed.
“My god.” He breathed the words as he cupped her breasts. “I should have realized.” Her nipples were the same velvety green as her lips. He certainly seemed pleased by the discovery. The badass cop was breathless. “Do they taste as delightful as they look?”
“Why don’t you find out?”
He bent his head and circled one of her nipples with the tip of his tongue. Clutching his shoulders, she rubbed her mound against his thigh. Dalton wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her away from the wall as he suckled her nipple in earnest. The difference in their heights stretched her to her toes. He was strong and bold, a worthy lover. He’d defended her against Faelon, at great risk to himself. This human had challenged an ancient, for her.
He swept her into his arms and carried her toward the adjoining bedroom. This was it. She’d had lovers before but this felt different, more important somehow. The possessive passion glowing in his gaze warmed her, filled her with a sense of power she’d never felt before. She pushed her fingers into his hair and explored the stubbly line of his jaw.
After setting her down beside the bed, he shrugged out of his jacket and jerked loose his bowtie. She went to work on his studs while he unfastened his cufflinks and cummerbund. “Tuxedos are such a pain in the ass.” He tore the shirt off and tossed it over his shoulder. “In fact, clothes are a pain in the ass.”
She wrapped her arms around him, absorbing his heat and enjoying the rippling definition of his back. “Take off your pants. I want to see all of you.”
He chuckled and snapped the waistband of her panties. “I will if you will.”
As she slipped off her panties, he shed his pants and impatiently kicked them aside. He reached for her then, but she twisted away and slipped to her knees. His cock arched toward her, long and thick, ready, eager, utterly fuckable. She circled the flared head with the tip of her tongue and cupped his balls in one hand. Drawing his scent into her lungs, she greedily explored his taste.
Dalton could hardly breathe as he rocked his hips and watched his cock slide deeper and deeper into Kylie’s mouth. The flushed sheen of his shaft accented the unusual color of her lips. Her eyes were closed. The tips of her thick eyelashes were green as if some mischievous painter had dragged a brush across the black fringe while she slept. Her tongue swirled around him as he slowly pulled back. God, it felt good! Everything about her felt good. Her skin was soft, her breasts firm. Her hair felt long and silky. He couldn’t wait to explore the exotic folds he’d glimpsed when she wiggled out of her panties.
He’d felt her fangs when he kissed her, but only soft heat and firm suction teased him now. Why did her people have fangs if they didn’t drink blood? Did they enjoy other biological fluids like the vampires did? Every time he turned around at Club Carousel someone’s face was buried between someone else’s thighs.
She chuckled and sat back on her heels. “You’re not paying attention. If I’m going to suck your cock, you could at least look at me. Touch my breasts if you want to, but at least pay attention to what I’m doing.”
“I got distracted for a split second. It won’t happen again.”
“What distracted you?”
“Vampires are nourished by --”
“I’m not a vampire.”
“Then you don’t want me to come in your mouth.”
“Of course I want you to come in my mouth. Why would I have put your cock in my mouth if I didn’t want you to come?”
“Some people use this as foreplay.”
“Oh, this is foreplay. I assure you.”
“I like the way you think.”
She grabbed his ass and sucked his cock deep into her throat, her gaze boring into his. Naked and on her knees, she commanded him as surely as if he’d been in chains. He pushed his fingers into her hair and moved faster, savoring the sweet friction of those tight green lips. Her turn was next. He’d make her beg for it at least once before he gave them both what they wanted.
He fucked her mouth, not pretending it was anything less carnal. She accepted him willingly, took his thick shaft deep and raked stinging furrows down his ass cheeks. She was a wild one! No doubt about it. His little Kylie liked it wild.
She sank lower and tilted her head, providing him with the perfect angle. He thrust deep. She swallowed, the tightening of her throat perfectly timed to trigger his release. He threw back his head and shook as he pumped his cum down her throat. She made him feel primal, so fucking savage he could hear his soul roar. She swallowed and licked and swallowed and licked, like no other woman had ever done. He was trembling by the time she finished with him, humbled by the tenderness glowing in her eyes. How could so selfless an act give her such pleasure?
He scooped her up and placed her in the middle of the bed, pausing to admire her naked beauty. “See what you do to me?” He stroked his cock, already half hard. “Just looking at you drives me crazy.”
She raised her arms above her head and placed her wrists close together, her lips curving into a wanton smile. Handcuffs! She wanted to be bound. He chuckled. She expected to be bound and he’d better shake off this stupor. It was her turn to be devoured.
He’d tossed his handcuffs into the pocket of his jacket as a joke when he’d realized he’d have to wear an ankle holster under his monkey suit. After fastening the cuffs around her wrists, he tied the connecting links to the headboard with his bowtie. One good yank would free her hands from the bed if not the cuffs, but that was beside the point.
Caressing the undersides of her arms, he smiled as he found several ticklish spots. “We’ll explore those more fully later.”
Her back was slightly arched by the position, thrusting her small round breasts up into his hands. He was fascinated by her nipples, watching as they tightened and turned a darker green. Circling and licking only seemed to frustrate her. She didn’t start moaning until he suckled hard and allowed the crest to scrape against the backs of his teeth.
Her
stomach jumped and quivered as she made a rapid descent. He wanted to savor every inch of her soft skin, but he was too desperate for his first taste of her cream. Grasping the backs of her knees, he pushed her legs up and back. His cock bucked and his balls tingled. Her pubic hair was the same changeable color as her flowing tresses and, as he’d suspected, the delicate folds peaking out around her feminine slit were emerald green.
“Did I ever tell you green is my favorite color?”
Chapter Four
Ridiculously pleased by his question, Kylie turned her face to the side. If her pussy had been blue, she’d bet he would have sworn his favorite color was blue. “Are you going to do more than stare?”
“Infinitely more,” he promised.
Shifting her legs to rest over his shoulders, he held her open with his thumbs and traced her slit with his tongue. It felt wonderful, but it wasn’t what she needed. She lifted her hips in silent invitation. He circled her entrance in a teasing response. Why had she insisted on handcuffs?
“Is this what you want?” He slowly pushed his middle finger into her aching passage. She bit her bottom lip to keep from crying out. “Don’t be quiet on my account.”
“More,” she whispered, “please more.”
He pushed a second finger in before he lowered his mouth to her sex and began a tantalizing combination of steady pumping and firm circular strokes. Kylie trembled and moaned. Her hands folded into tight little fists as tension built in her abdomen. She wanted to scream the dimension down around them.
“You’re trembling. Just let it happen.” The heat of his breath teased her clit before his tongue continued its rhythmic stroking.
“I can’t… take… any more!” He caught her clit between his lips and pleasure exploded through her body. Each inward pull drove a spike of sensation up her spine. Once. Twice. Three times. He surged up along her body and thrust home in the next instant, maintaining the demanding rhythm.
Her inner muscles tightened around him, welcoming him with a wet embrace. He gasped and pressed her against his chest for one long moment before he pulled back and thrust full length again.
“God! Oh god, you feel so good.” His tone was part whisper, part growl.
She planted her feet on the bed, rising up to meet his thrusts. Her breasts shook with the combined force of each impact. His shaft dragged against her clit. She was filled completely, stretched tight around him, and still it wasn’t enough.
Desperate to touch him, Kylie channeled energy out through her wrists. The cuffs disintegrated in a shower of glittering flecks, decorating her long dark hair. She clutched his back and raised her legs high against his sides, allowing him to move faster and thrust deeper.
Lost in the carnal hunger, Kylie sank her fangs into Dalton’s shoulder. Her energy flowed into his mind. For a moment she felt him resist, frightened and horrified, then sensing her need and her true nature, he opened, allowing their beings to merge.
They curled around each other, flowing from one body to the other as freely as the tide. Joined, melded in an embrace more intimate than any physical connection allowed.
* * *
Three nights later, Kylie straddled Dalton’s hips, riding his hard length with wild abandon. He arched beneath her, his fingers digging into her hips. Her senses seethed and surged as her orgasm neared.
Think! This isn’t right. This isn’t natural.
The realization was a welcome disruption to the endless cycles of arousal. She grasped the thought and surrounded it with energy, sealing the fact within her mind. Faelon wanted her to forget. She couldn’t battle the compulsion. Focusing on what he wanted her to forget only made the compulsion stronger. She had to go back further. Try a different tactic.
Dalton swept her beneath him and moved with more aggression. She kept her face averted, knowing how her hunger spiked each time she gazed into his desire-bright eyes. She wanted this, wanted him with every fiber of her being. Faelon had chosen his weapon well. She wrapped her legs around Dalton’s waist and forced her thoughts beyond the pleasure.
I need a recon Mimic and you’re the best I’ve got. Arabel’s voice echoed through Kylie’s mind, cooling her passion and pointing the way.
Kylie closed her eyes and summoned Faelon’s image, absorbed the timbre and cadence of his cultured voice. Dalton thrust deep and cried out as he came. She took his face between her hands and Mimicked Faelon’s voice as she said, “You are free of my compulsion. Your mind is yours again.”
Dalton shuddered, then went perfectly still. His jaw clenched as he glanced away. “I am going to kill him.”
He separated their bodies and rolled to her side. Kylie took a deep breath and returned her voice to normal. The way she had worded the command freed her from the compulsion as well.
She crawled off the bed and struggled into Dalton’s dress shirt, her hands trembling. “Are all vampires in this dimension able to control others so easily?”
“Faelon was born a vampire. He’s one of only a few organic vampires left on Earth.” Dalton scooted off the bed, pulling on his pants before he explained in more detail. “People who are transformed aren’t nearly as powerful as those who are born vampires.”
Her gaze wandered back to the bed and a sickening suspicion insinuated itself into her mind. “I know you were affected by the compulsion, but --”
He grasped her upper arms, drawing her gaze back to his flushed face. “I had nothing to do with what Faelon did to us.”
“What about Jessie?” Kylie grasped the front of his shirt together over her breasts. She felt vulnerable, yet she needed to lash out. This was supposed to have been her triumph, her perfectly executed solo mission. “Jessie seemed a little too helpful from the start.”
“That’s a damn good question.” He turned from her and looked around, his expression thunderous. “Where’s my jacket?” Kylie snatched the garment off the floor at her feet and held it while he dug in the pocket for his cell phone. Flipping open the small device, he selected the appropriate number and raised the phone to his ear. “Hey, it’s Dalton,” he said after a short pause. “Someone is having fun at my expense. Any chance you know anything about it?”
He kept his comments vague, apparently knowing Jessie well enough to judge the truthfulness of her answers. Partners often spent a great deal of time together. Had their relationship ever been more than professional? They were both golden and attractive. It didn’t take a lot of imagination to picture them together.
She shouldn’t pry. It really didn’t matter, but curiosity had always been one of Kylie’s weaknesses. Tossing his jacket over a nearby chair, she gathered energy and launched a memory inquiry. Almost immediately an image materialized across the room. Jessie was pressed against the wall, her long legs wrapped around Dalton’s waist. All Kylie could see of Jessie was her rapturous expression and her calves. Dalton, on the other hand, was gloriously naked and visible with limited obstruction.
His long legs braced as he thrust into the blonde. Each inward drive clenched his tight ass. The flare of his torso was all the more dramatic as the muscles on his back rippled and bunched.
Kylie’s pussy fluttered as graphic details flashed through her mind. She saw his thick cock push into Jessie, felt the other woman’s core ripple with tingling heat as her orgasm neared.
“They’ll be here in a few minutes.” The snap of Dalton’s phone freed Kylie from the memory. “You might want to…” His words trailed away as he turned to face her. “Why do you look just like Jessie?”
Shit! “My control has been off ever since I got here.” Had she simply been swept up in the memory or did thinking of Dalton with another woman upset her? Refusing to analyze the misstep too closely, Kylie returned to her natural shape.
He didn’t look convinced. “Rafe is coming with her. You probably want to put on a robe or something.”
A firm knock sounded at the door. She shot a disbelieving glance at the locked portal. “Where do they live?”
“Where you live isn’t far from anywhere when you can fly.” He chuckled as she made a beeline for the bathroom.
Kylie exchanged Dalton’s shirt for the calf length spa style robe she’d left hanging on the back of the bathroom door. Pausing before the large mirror, she finger combed her hair away from her face and winced. Deep purple smudges shadowed her eyes and all traces of green had faded from her skin. No wonder she was spontaneously transforming.
The rumble of muffled voices drew her away from her reflection. Easing open the door, she peered out. The bedroom was clear, so she crept across the moonlit room and inched open the bedroom door. Dalton stood with his back to her, blocking her view of Jessie. A smile curved Kylie’s mouth. Sometimes memory inquiries were a mixed blessing. She really didn’t want to think of Dalton screwing Jessie every time she saw them together.
The man standing beside Jessie could only be Rafe Steele. Half a head shorter than Dalton, Rafe made up for his lack of brawn with the sheer power of his presence. Silky dark hair just brushed his shoulders and his features were arranged with a combination of angular masculinity and blatant sex appeal. He was dressed simply in jeans and a tee shirt.
His stance was casual, his apparel ordinary, so why was her heart pounding?
She tried to scan him, but the second her mind touched his she found herself staring into his midnight black eyes. Foreboding filled her mouth with ash and paralyzed her lungs. She recognized the rhythm of his energy. She’d felt it three days ago beneath the stage in Club Carousel.
Shoving the door open, she headed for the main door to the suite only to skid to a stop. She was in a bathrobe! She looked at Jessie, preparing to Mimic her appearance as well as her apparel.
“What’s wrong?” Dalton took a step toward her, his gaze filled with concern.
“I’m not a complete idiot,” she snapped. “Rafe resonates the same energy pattern as Faelon.”
“He’s my sire. It’s to be expected.” Rafe remained at Jessie’s side. “I don’t know what Faelon is up to, but I didn’t know about it and had absolutely nothing to do with it.”