by Ashlyn Chase
Her jaw dropped. A moment later, her shoulders slumped and she gazed at the floor.
“It’s nothin’ to be ashamed of, sugar. We’re all a little peculiar in different ways. It’s just that your… fire-breathin’ would come in mighty handy if y’all are willin’ to lend a hand—or a sneeze.”
Lily smiled for the first time since they’d entered her home. “I suppose I could help. I wouldn’t be setting the whole building on fire, would I?”
Gwyneth sat up proudly. “No, ma’am. That’s where I come in. I’ll carry the fire extinguisher.”
“And he’s a really bad vampire?”
“Most are,” Nathan said. “Sly here is the exception, but he hasn’t been a vampire long enough to get cocky. We’re still hoping he doesn’t turn into an ass.”
Sly chuckled. “Some might say it’s too late.”
Gwyneth waved away the comment. “Pshaw. Y’all are the nicest vampire I know, Sly.”
Nathan’s eyebrows shot up. “How many vampires do you know?”
She counted on her fingers. “Well, let’s see. There’s Sly, Vorigan Malvant, Morgaine’s friend Mikhail, and Dracula—but I don’t really know the last two, I just heard o’ them.”
Nathan looked relieved, then amused. “So, are we going to do this thing or not?”
* * * *
Outside his maker’s lair in the alley, Sly began to quake in his wing tips. He was here to do murder, plain and simple.
He wasn’t used to the hustle and bustle of daytime traffic and exhaust smells. What if someone saw them break in? What if Malvant woke up and shrieked? Or worse, what if he didn’t? Would staking an unconscious, defenseless vampire in his coffin feel worse than killing a vampire able to fight back?
Sly tried to clear his head, but his brain was foggy from all the wine he had just consumed. Remember, Morgaine is in there. You need to protect her and the rest of the world from this evil bastard—if she’s still alive.
He didn’t want to entertain thoughts to the contrary, but Gwyneth had said she couldn’t sense Morgaine’s energy in there.
“How do we get in?” Nathan asked.
Gwyneth smiled. “Hold this for me, darlin’.” She passed him the fire extinguisher. Then she kneeled in front of the door and took a small glass vial out of her skirt pocket. Shaking a bit of powder into her hand, she mumbled a few words, then blew the powder into the lock.
Click. She rose and tried the door handle. When it opened, she grinned. Lowering her voice, she whispered, “Sly, y’all go first, followed by Nathan, then Lily, and I’ll be in the rear. I mean…” She blushed the peach shade of a natural redhead. “I’ll be the caboose on this vampire-huntin’ train.”
Sly nodded and entered silently. She had told him the door to Vorigan’s lair would be on his right as they first walked in. He held the stake in his other hand as he tried to open the door, but it was locked.
Gwyneth muttered, “Fiddlesticks.” Then she pushed her way to the front of the line and poured more powder from the vial into her hand. She blew the herb into the keyhole and mumbled, “Open says me, you S.O.B.”
Those are the words of her spell? When the door clicked and she was able to open it, Sly gave a mental shrug. Whatever works, I guess.
She stood aside and waited while the rest of the line advanced.
Sly was touched that three of his neighbors—even one who didn’t know him well—were willing to stick their necks out for him and Morgaine. Probably more for Morgaine since she was the one held captive in there—he hoped. Why was it so quiet? And why were the shades open, letting light into the living room?
A door to the right of the kitchen stood open. As he hurried over to it, he noticed her scent, but she wasn’t there. She had been though.
“This is the right place,” he whispered to the others. “So where is she?”
“Why don’t y’all ask her?” Gwyneth suggested.
“Ask?” Suddenly he knew what she meant. “Telepathically?”
Gwyneth nodded.
Morgaine? Honey? Are you hiding somewhere?
“Sly. I’m lost!”
Lost? How did you get lost in Malvant’s apartment?
“I’m not in his apartment. I managed to get out and I ran. Now I don’t know where I am.”
Don’t panic. I’ll come for you. First, I need to take care of Malvant—once and for all.
“Be careful! Did you drink enough Vampire Vintage to be safe outside for a while?”
I *hic* certainly did.
He heard her chuckle.
I’ll let you know when it’s done. Meanwhile, look around for landmarks so I’ll know where you are.
“Okay. Good luck!”
“She’s safe.” Sly let out a deep breath. “Let’s just get rid of Malvant and get out of here.”
“Wait.” Lillian held up a hand. “If she doesn’t need to be rescued, why are we still after this guy?”
“He won’t give up. He’ll just come after us again and again—only we might not be as lucky next time.”
Gwyneth put a hand on her hip. “I don’t know about y’all, but I’m not crazy about the idea of bein’ vampire food.”
“Sly’s the only one with matching vampiric strength,” Nathan explained. “We need him to have any hope of pulling this off.”
“And he doesn’t have an unlimited supply of his temporary curative wine, letting him be out during the day,” Gwyneth added. “I reckon it’s now or never.”
“I don’t know that my strength is a match. Vorigan’s centuries old and seems to have me at a disadvantage. But right now, with daylight and Gwyneth’s Vampire Slayer herbs, I have the advantage, so I’ve got to take it.”
“Oh.” Lily nodded and seemed satisfied with everyone’s explanations.
Gwyneth pointed to the far partition wall. “I think his room must be around that side.”
The group crept quietly behind Sly as he advanced farther into the apartment. Sure enough, a door came into view. It must be where Malvant spent his days. Sly held the stake he’d brought with him above his shoulder, ready to attack if faced with any threat on the other side of the door.
He tried the doorknob. It didn’t budge. “Damn. It’s locked.”
Gwyneth moved to the front of the line and shook the last of the vial’s powder into her hand. She blew it at the doorknob and said, “Open says me, you S.O.B.”
Miraculously, the lock clicked and Sly opened the door easily. The windowless room was dark and smelled disgusting. He flipped the light switch, but it must have been faulty or disconnected. Only the daylight streaming in from the hallway illuminated the area. Even so, it was impossible to mistake what he was seeing for anything else.
A coffin sat in the center of the otherwise empty room. Wait a minute… it wasn’t empty. A half-decomposed body lay heaped in the corner, chains around its ankle bones. That has to be the source of the disgusting smell. I wonder if he kept someone to feed on over and over, but went too far one time.
* * * *
“Ouch!” Vorigan’s eyes flew open of their own accord. If the searing pain in his chest wasn’t enough to piss him off, now he was looking up into the faces of four strangers—here in his private lair.
He recognized only one, his sexy dark playmate, Sly… or he would be his plaything if he’d just cave in and realize the futility of defying him. Vorigan looked down at the spot that throbbed. “What the hell? Did you just stake me?”
Sly’s jaw dropped. “What the hell? Did you just survive?”
Vorigan rolled his eyes. “You missed.” He yanked on the stake a few times, but it was stuck and he remained pinned to the floor of his old wooden coffin.
One of the women, a redhead, rested her hands on her hips and smirked. “What’s the matter, vampire? Are y’all too weak during the daytime to pull out a little ol’ stake?”
Vorigan growled. “Dammit. Why did you have to go and do something dickish like that? Now, as soon as I get up, I’ll have to kill y
ou.”
“Not if we kill y’all first,” the redhead taunted.
The only other male elbowed Sly and said, “I don’t think I can chop off his head. The sides of the coffin are in the way.”
Vorigan chuckled, folded his hands behind his head, and crossed his ankles. “Well, I guess I’m safer just lying here and laughing at your incompetence.”
“Not really,” said the young Asian chick. “I feel a sneeze coming on.”
“Hang on,” the other woman shouted. She poured something powdery on him.
“Oh, you wouldn’t. You’re going to cover me in germs and saliva spray, on top of whatever this green crap is? That would be disgusting!”
“No. That’s not the way I… I…” She took in deep breaths after each attempt to finish her sentence. Like she was about to—
“Chooooo!” Fire roared out of her mouth and nostrils.
The pain he felt in his chest was nothing compared to the harsh sting that spread from his head to his neck and shoulders, then down the length of his body. “Crap. That smarts!”
Suddenly he smelled charred flesh mixed with burning wood. Fuck.
Sly crossed his arms. “Shall I try again and make it a merciful death?”
Vorigan sighed in defeat. “Whatever.”
Sly took the ax from his friend, broke off the head of the ax, and drove the wooden stake straight through Malvant’s heart.
* * * *
Sly excused himself as soon as Gwyneth had emptied the fire extinguisher’s foam into what was left of the coffin and the last curl of smoke had dissipated.
“Where are y’all goin’?”
“To find Morgaine.”
“She ain’t home? I thought that’s where she’d go if she managed to escape.”
Sly shrugged. “Apparently she panicked, got disoriented, and ran in the wrong direction. Or maybe she was so afraid of his following her home that she purposely went the other way.”
Gwyneth smirked. “Knowin’ my cousin, it were a little bit of both.”
“Well, I’ve got to go find her. She’s wandering around the city somewhere, trying hard not to lose it.”
“Do y’all want any help?”
Sly shook his head. “I know this city inside out. All she has to do is describe the area, and I’ll find her. Why don’t you give me a minute and I’ll demonstrate?”
The others seemed interested, well, all except Nathan, so Sly closed his eyes and concentrated.
Morgaine? Can hear me, babe?
“Yes, I’m here.”
Have you found a landmark or street signs or anything you can describe to me?
“I’m outside a bus station. It’s on St. James Street.”
That’s almost all the way downtown. How did you get there?
“I bolted—and ran—and ran—and walked—and pooped out here.”
Sly laughed. He turned to his companions and said, “I know right where she is. We’ll see you in a few hours.”
Nathan exclaimed, “A few hours? How far did she get?”
“Not that far. But I want some alone time with her—if you know what I mean…”
Nathan chuckled. “I understand. Sometimes when you face death, it makes you want to live more fully right away.”
Gwyneth folded her arms and didn’t seem all that happy about it. “I can hold off the party until tonight, I guess…”
Sly smiled. “That would be much appreciated.”
Nathan draped an arm around Gwyneth’s shoulders. “Fine by me.”
She looked up at him and said, “I suppose you want to fool around too?”
His smile lit up his whole face. “Well, I did risk my life.”
She let out a chuckle. “Nice try. See y’all tonight, Sly. Tell my cousin I’m glad she’s okay.”
He grinned. “I will.”
Without waiting for good-byes, Sly turned and ran down the alley. He wanted to go at top speed, but people might notice a black blur so he held himself to a fast jog that was humanly possible.
Five minutes later, he spotted her. I’m here, darling.
She turned in his direction. As soon as she saw him, she began running toward him. “Thank the Goddess!”
They came together in the middle of the street, and he swept her up in a tight embrace. He whirled with her in his arms and set her down as cars and buses honked at the lunatics playing in traffic.
As they made their way safely to the sidewalk, she said, “Thanks for coming to get me.”
He touched his forehead to hers. “Would I ever desert you?”
She gave him a quick peck. “No way.”
Chapter 19
They strode hand in hand from the subway station to the block where their building stood without saying a word. One would occasionally glance over at the other and smile. Morgaine knew exactly where they were going and what they would do, and she didn’t need to be psychic for that.
When they reached their stoop, Sly dropped her hand to retrieve his keys and let them in. They entered his apartment and stripped off their clothes on the way to his bedroom. They moved in complete silence. It seemed as if words would break the spell.
Standing beside the bed, she stared at him. His molten brown eyes held an intoxicating mixture of relief and desire. No. It was more than desire. He needed her.
He gazed at her a moment longer. “I thought I’d lost you.” Sly leaned in and closed his mouth over hers. Her eyes fluttered closed. Lust simmered from his mouth to hers and she took an instinctive deep breath, fusing their lips together. Heat passed between them, and their tongues found each other. They met and swirled, and a murmur of delight escaped her.
Morgaine broke the kiss and sighed deeply, and her body dropped onto the mattress still holding him. They landed on the bed, bounced, and laughed. He nuzzled her neck.
“I love you,” he whispered.
He said it. She had been dying to hear those words. Elated, she felt as if her heart would burst. Suddenly, all their passionate feelings for each other concentrated into nonverbal communication with more and deeper kisses.
Their tongues tangled sensuously. She embraced him and felt the warm flexing of his broad back. They rolled toward the pillows, then back toward the foot of the bed. They hadn’t even turned lengthwise yet.
He slid his hand up her rib cage to capture a full breast and kneaded it. She offered him complete access and moaned when his mouth found her nipple.
He suckled her briefly, then maneuvered their bodies lengthwise and toward the middle of the bed. When she felt his bare chest on top of hers and his hard erection nudging the juncture of her thighs, she basked in his erotic promise. His passion would penetrate her to the core.
She bucked her hips against him. The friction of his cock against her clit made her wild. Her mind melted into an oblivion where only the two of them existed. The light coating of black hair on his chest rubbed her nipples into stiff peaks.
His tongue massaged hers in hungry strokes, and he slipped one hand around to cup and squeeze her buttocks. A warm shiver passed through her.
He lifted his swollen lips from hers. Every nerve ending tingled. He lowered his head over one breast, and his ebony lashes hid his eyes as he captured the nipple in his mouth and sucked. She arched and moaned, unable to help herself. His clean, musky scent filled her senses. He slipped his arm around her back, encircling her completely. He was so strong and yet so impossibly tender.
He swirled the tip of his tongue around the sensitive nipple. Morgaine arched her back, trying to push her breast further into his mouth. He seemed to understand her silent plea and sucked deeper, harder. White hot ripples radiated from her breast to her core. Her womb clenched. She opened her thighs wider, inviting him to take her. Instead, he kissed a hot trail to her other breast and suckled that one thoroughly too.
She was sure she was going to come from his relentless attention to her breasts alone if he continued that way. Several times the tug of pressure on her nipples sent a j
olt of heat into her core. She ground her hips against his. His cock seemed to grow even larger and harder, if that were possible.
At last he lifted his lips and looked into her eyes. His gaze held a bone-melting, hungry look she’d never seen before.
“I want you,” he whispered. He rose onto his knees and reached out.
Grabbing his waist, she pulled him toward her mouth. “Not yet. I have something for you first.” She licked her lips.
He grinned and walked up on his knees until his cock was poised in front of her. She grasped the base with one hand and massaged his balls with the other. He leaned back and groaned.
Then she took him into her mouth and sucked. He undulated with the beat of a primitive drum only he could hear. She’d never wanted to do this for any other man, but for Sly she didn’t think twice. She wanted to give him as much pleasure as she could—to show him a fraction of how happy he made her.
He reached behind and ran his fingers over her slick, aching folds. She pulled in a shuddering breath but continued to suck until he said, “Stop. No more.”
He backed down the bed until his mouth was level with hers. He leaned over and crushed her lips in a brief but hot kiss. Then he continued to back down between her legs until his mouth reached her most intimate spot.
He ran his tongue up and down the ridges of her labia. She whimpered and pleaded with him incoherently. At last he zeroed in on her clit and lapped it repeatedly. The pleasure zinged through her, pushing her higher and higher.
At last she shattered. Crying out, ripples of joy sped through her shuddering body.
As soon as she had begun to breathe normally again, he settled gently on top of her. The head of his cock nudged her slick opening.
Morgaine caught her breath softly. Her mind spun and her body tingled. A few hours earlier, she hadn’t known if she’d ever see Sly again. Now she was going to be joined with him in the most intimate way possible.
With a small thrust, he pushed the head of his cock inside her and stopped. He lowered his face and kissed her softly. She sighed and surrendered willingly. He pushed his hips forward a little more but stopped again. She was getting impatient. She wanted him. All of him. All the way.