by RT Lucas
Alicia’s sinful mouth drank every last drop Xavier had given lifting her head momentarily to lick her lips, Alicia’s head darted back down to Xavier’s thigh where her fangs penetrated through the skin and sunk into the vein, greedily she took her first proper taste of his intoxicating blood.
Xavier’s body jerked upwards as another orgasm bulldozed through his large frame. Alicia kissed the two puncture wounds closed, licked her way back up his body, cleaning the cum that was over his belly and straddled his waist, moving her hair over her shoulder she grinned down at him.
“Morning, Moonlight.”
“Hell fucking Yeah,” Xavier gave a wolfish grin and grabbed Alicia around her waist, pulling her to him. “Gotta say, Sweetcheeks – you were fucking worth waiting for, yeah.” He was nuzzling his face against her neck and his grip on her was possessive.
“Of course I was, I am epic.” Alicia let out a laugh a Xavier nuzzled at her neck. “I just wanted to show my thanks for last night, does this mean I officially live with you now?”
Xavier looked puzzled and drew back his head to look at Alicia. “Thanks?” he peered at her. “Thanks? That was to say fucking thanks?” His grip on her loosening slightly.
“You know…For making me feel like you did and by fuck Xavier you did, you made last night all about me so i wanted to make this morning special for you, my Piston hips.” Alicia moved a little away from Xavier so she was looking down at him. “What’s wrong, have I done something to fuck things up, it’s been eons you know”
Xavier counted it in his head – three times. Three times she had done something just for him. No agenda, no pay-off – just to please him. In all of his life he had never experienced this before and he wasn’t sure how to handle it without sounding like a fucking pussy. For the entirety of his life he never dared to look to his own future – to think of all the possibilities that could form from finding his mate and laying down roots and all the shit that went along with it. He was always so determined to focus on the here and now that he was practically a denier of any future at all. And it had taken Sweetcheeks to kill him to give him a life back. Fuck, irony was a sick motherfucker he thought ruefully. Realising he hadn’t answered, Xavier rolled them both over, until he was holding himself on his forearms, raised above her. “Alicia – you did fuck all wrong, yeah? I just…” giving a boyish grin, “I never fucking dreamt I’d have this – and I don’t want it to ever end, understand?”
Grinning like a big kid, the tips of her tiny fangs showing, Alicia’s legs raised and tried to curl around Xavier’s waist. I’m not going anywhere and unless you order me to kill you again…which by the way I’d refuse to do then we are stuck together like chewing gum, simples.” Alicia raised her head up from the pillow, placing three soft kisses against Xavier’s lips.
Xavier’s wolf was howling and he was in total agreement with him – Alicia killed him every time she looked at him with those big sexy browns of hers, the way she formed his name on her lips, when she threw her head back and laughed at one of his self-proclaimed legendary fucking hilarious jokes – and their new personal favourite….when she screamed out for him in the throes of passion. Yeah, him and ‘wolfie’ would enjoy dying night after goddamn night – and what a fucking way to go.
CHAPTER FORTY SIX
Anthony Hills the Third felt like all his Christmases had come at once as he pushed Mabel for the fourth time. She was lying half in half out her bed like a rag doll. The sorcerer's patience was wearing thin as he grabbed her by her matted hair and hauled her from her bed.
“Get your fucking cunt up. The beacon has sent its signal. My time of reckoning has come.”
“You’re bacon needs up my...what...wait…eurghhhh get off!” Screwing her eyes up, Mabel pin wheeled her arms blindly in the direction of her attacker as she was dragged from the bed onto the cold stone floor.
Tony stood towering over Mabel’s fragile looking meat suit. He had seen many over the decades, but this wasn’t doing it for Anthony Hills the Fourth. “The prize is awaiting us my precious, so get your fucking cunt off the floor, and make yourself presentable. This is to moment we have been waiting for and you’re fucked up head will not ruin this for us me.”
Grumbling as Mabel scrambled to her feet, she pulled a face behind Tony’s back and then walked behind the silk screen, peeling off her skin. Muscle, globules of blood and sinew pooling at her feet.
“Be a darlink and pass me one of those mortals.” She was lobbing internal organs over the screen as though they were stockings. “Not the redhead – I cannot abide those!” she added when she saw where Tony was directing his attentions.
“Please…You really need etiquette in manner precious.” Tony rolled his eyes as he stepped away from the redhead with the luscious lips and full rounded pert breasts. His mood darkened as he scowled at having missed out on those lips wrapped around his cock. Deciding on the blonde with the skin that glowed bright orange with fake tan, he crouched down, grabbed her by the ankles and hurtled her through the air, smirking as she battered off the wall and landed behind the screen.
“Will you hurry the fuck up!”
“Tick tock.” Mabel gave a ghoulish giggle as she grabbed her victim with skeletal hands, slicing down her body with a razor-sharp nail, then stepping inside it like a onesie. “She’s so squelchy!” Mabel pulled at two glutinous rounded spheres and threw them out of the body before sealing herself inside. The silicone breasts bounced on the stone at Tony’s feet. “I don’t like fakes! Little nasty fakers…”
Giving herself a shake, she manifested a long purple robe and pinned her hair high on her head. Her face was drooping to the left, and she had to use the heel of her new hand to push it up into place. “Well…how do I look? Does this mortal make my ass look fat?” she asked, twirling around for Tony to see.
“You’ll do, precious.” Tony’s beady eyes were roaming all over Mabel as she twirled before him, his cock stiffening as she thrust her ass out. Giving Mabel no time to answer, the palm of his large hand slapped it hard.
“Fucking juicy, now pay attention.” He was now watching her closely, he needed Mabel and not her hundred and one alter egos.
Rubbing her ass, she creased her new face as a bout of indigestion started in her gut. “Yes, yes – tick tock! You know where she is...Mabel knows you know.” She toyed with his jacket, pulling him closer. “…you do know, don’t you?” suddenly questioning her earlier conviction.
Tony dipped his head quickly, his hands pulling Mabel to him forcibly as he kissed her hard, then pushed the curvy in all the right places body away from him. He turned and stalked over to the window, blowing the cobwebs away so her could try and see out the glass.
“France,” was all he said. Mabel toyed with him enough. She wanted this information as much as he did, but their reasons he was sure were not the same.
Mabel groaned, then look puzzled. “France? That’s not Mexico or Italy!” stating the obvious. “What is she doing in France?” As she mused on this she suddenly became very animated and in a sing-song voice said, “I once had a lover in Paris...Thierry la Parisienne.” She grinned, “The things he could do with a baguette!” As she was about to go on, one look from Tony silenced her. “The little Carberletti...yes, Mabel knows.”
“How the fuck would I know? You know she can’t be tracked but…the beacon is going crazy. Location is a military compound in the Auvergne region.” Tony’s glare at Mabel was murderous. She was wasting precious time, Tony’s grand plan was inches away from becoming a reality and no one was about to get in the way.
Mistaking his look for affection, Mabel gave a toothy grin and skipped over to him, her velvet robe dragging across the floor. “Then let us bring her to us!” Visions of the little Carberletti screaming for a mercy that would never come delighting Mabel.
Tony’s smile grew as he rubbed his large hands together. “Let’s bring her home, where she belongs. It’s been a long one hundred and fourteen years, but the end is fina
lly here.”
Tony kinked his boot out as Mabel skipped around him. He watched her plummet to the floor, he wanted the less insane version of Mabel out to play.
****
Xavier sat Alicia in his lap as he shoved a slice of pizza into his face, grinning. “So the hairy Highlander was too cheap to buy you a honeymoon, Mrs Doc?” He laughed, strings of cheese hanging from the corners of his mouth and chin.
“Piss aff, Xavier – ye know ah’m takin mah wife somewhere worth waiting for.” Shuggie looked over at Teodora and winked, grinning. They had spent the last two days in his castle in Scotland before returning home to the compound, both of them eager to tie up loose ends with work so they could start their honeymoon proper.
Alicia sat looking at Xavier with a disgusted look on her face. The only human food she consumed was her candy and the smell of the pizza…she scrunched her nose up in disgust.
“Oh gosh Commander, we shall be leaving soon, yes? I must thank you both for everything you have done for Shuggah and I.” Teo smiled brightly as she placed her cup on the saucer. She reached over for Shuggies hand and interwied their fingers.
“Aye, special thanks tae Xavier fur fucking up wi’ the rings.” Shuggie’s laughter was infectious as Teo joined in.
Xavier took it all in his stride. He knew the truth that it was Alicia’s mistake, but he wouldn’t embarrass her even though it was just old friends catching up and relaxing. “I was trying to do Mrs Doc a favour and give her an ‘out’, yeah?” he smirked, grabbing a handful of chips and shovelling them into his mouth as he spoke. “Anyway, I’ve a goddamn bone to pick with you, Highlander.” He was wielding a chip at Shuggie like a sword.
Shuggie raised a brow. “Oh, aye?”
Xavier wiped his hand on Alicia’s back hoping she wouldn’t notice. “Yeah, so you have a motherfucking castle and didn’t think to impart this information until now?” He was grinning as he ribbed his best friend.
Shuggie shrugged. “An yer point is?” he asked, laughing as he toyed with Teodora’s fingers.
With a sweet smile on her face, Alicia whispered to Xavier, “I have even a smidge of that grease on my jacket and your balls will be blue for weeks.”
Xavier wiped his hand more roughly over her jacket, grinning.
“Warrior.” Teodora affectionately looked at Shuggie, their hands entwined with one another’s. The newlyweds were glowing, both relaxed and more in love than they had ever been. “Tell us of your journey throughout the years, yes?”
Xavier snorted as he laughed. “Yeah Shug, give us a history lesson!” He leaned in to give Alicia a kiss to the side of her throat.
“Mah lives? Jist the one, Wife, bit aye, it’s been a fair long one. Ah huv gallivanted aboot fur two millenniums now gie or take a decade – wit is it ye’s want tae know?” Shuggie looked at them all, one after the other.
It was Alicia that piped up. “What did you do for eons?” Her big brown eyes were full of wonder as a shiver of pleasure shot through her as Xavier’s lips teased her neck.
Picking up his glass of scotch, he silently toasted them all and then took a long drink. “Ah wis a male stripper in a go–go bar, youngling.” Shuggie laughed so hard, he nearly shook the table.
“He’s not got the legs for it,” Xavier barked a laugh as the two females looked at each other, shaking their heads at the two men.
“Fuck aff ya big bawbag.” Shuggie chucked a handful of chips over at Xavier before he continued. “Youngling, ah huv been a soldier since ah wis able tae hold a weapon in mah hands. Different wars, same shite,” he answered good humouredly.
Xavier relaxed back in his chair, leaning his chin on Alicia’s shoulder as they listened to Shuggie talking. He had heard it all before, but he never tired of hearing it. Alicia listened avidly and Teo was all gooey-eyed at her new husband, and as the gruff Scottish burr of Shuggie’s voice commanded the room, Xavier let the atmosphere soak in. Right here and now he was home.
Shuggie knew he had a captivated audience and he was in his element. Wrapping an arm over Teodora’s shoulders and leaning her to him he resumed his story. “Ah wis born in 7 A.D., the seventh son o’ a seventh son an so it wis mah destiny tae be the Warrior o’ oor clan when ah reached maturity. By the age o’ eleven ah wis heid o’ mah family an already oot warring wi’ the neighbouring villages. By the age o’ twenty I wis the most accomplished fighter – undefeated in battle – an given the title Warrior by oor village elders.” Shuggie spoke with pride, his thumb stroking Teodora’s jaw gently as he took his trip down memory lane.
“When ah reached mah thirty eighth year, well that’s when ah lost mah mortality an was made vampire.” Shuggie paused, offering a silent prayer to his dead children. “After that, ah wis fightin fur mah Maker an slaughtered hunners an thoosans o’ mortals wi’oot question. It’s no summit I’m proud of.” The guilt showed in his eyes. “However, ah left mah Maker aroon the Middle Ages, an ah travelled aroon the world – ending up in Kyoto, Japan. ‘Course, then it wis known as Heian-kyō. Ah became a Samurai fur the Fujiwara clan – wealthy, powerful an ruthless. Bit they were fair tae me an ah hud many a good time during my years there.” A hint of a grin ghosted on Shuggie’s lips as he remembered, but then he cleared his throat as he felt everyone’s eyes on him, waiting expectantly for him to go on. “Ah cud ne’er stay in one place fur too long oan account o’ me never ageing – an ah hud tae be careful tae only take jobs where I cud go oot in the night-time.” He smirked over at Alicia, enviable of her day-walking ability.
Xavier nipped at Alicia’s earlobe. “He’s a fucking old bastard, we should re–name him MacHistory Channel, yeah?” laughing quietly against her face.
Teodora nestled herself under his arm, Shuggie was picking through the edited highlights of his life. “Ah wis in England by the mid thirteen hundreds – the Black Death wis rife an so many lives were lost tae it. Aroon that time, there wis a rise in the sub-species o’ vampire that dominate oor race the day. Unscrupulous Makers preying oan the dying plague victims so ah decided tae cut mah losses an ah went tae fight in the Hundred Years War – fur the French o’course,” he winked at Teodora, and ignored Xavier’s overdramatic ‘yawns’ and pointing to his wristwatch. Alicia was captivated and hanging on his every word.
Shuggie took a drink, closing his eyes deep in thought. “The Seventeen Hundreds wur fraught wi’ battles all o’er the globe – bit the worst time ah think wis the beginning o’the modern age. The Nineteen Hundreds. Two World Wars an the invention o’ nuclear weapons and mass destruction. Man’s inhumanity tae Man wi’ always puzzle meh. The mortals say we ur the ‘monsters’ bit even animals wouldnae dae half the things they dae tae each other.” Nodding wisely, he relaxed back, pressing a kiss to the top of Teodora’s head.
Alicia looked around her, taking in her surroundings. After all the heartbreak Teo and Shuggie had went though, Xavier coming back to her as a wolf, how she was the one to tame wolfie – she finally felt accepted and wanted after being alone all her existence.
“I ducking love you all!” After her little outburst, she popped a lolly in her mouth, laying her head on Xavier’s broad shoulder.
“An we love ye, youngling.” Shuggie reached over to grab his glass of Scotch, holding it up before taking a drink.
Xavier grinned at his Sweetcheeks, then started jogging her up and down on his thighs as he ploughed his way through the strawberry cheesecake that had been tempting him from the table. “Fucking good to relax at last – who’d have thought it Shug? Us two with the best goddamn females walking the earth.”
“We won the lottery wi’ these two,” Shuggie agreed as he leaned in to press a kiss to Teodora’s soft lips.
Teo let out a soft giggle as she kissed Shuggie’s lips softly, then lifting a glass of champagne, she held it up her eyes shimmering like diamonds.
“To our family, to us.”
Xavier was still bouncing Alicia on his lap as he picked up his Scotch and echoed Teodora’s words. “Fuck
handsome family!” then nuzzled the crook of Alicia’s neck, whispering some of the filthy things he’d decided to do to her once they had retired for the night.
Alicia smirked as Xavier whispered into her ear, pressing her ass teasingly down over his hips. The atmosphere was so calm and relaxed that she nor Teodora had heard the door flying open and a worried looking Hawkeye coming barging into the dining room.
Xavier frowned looking over Alicia to see Hawkeye standing at the doorway, looking pale and gaunt. “What the fuck’s up with you soldier? Get your dick caught in the zipper again?” smirking at Hawkeyes obvious discomfort.
Sergeant Ciaran Paterson saluted Xavier, his thick Irish accent laced with worry.
“Sorry for barging in Commander, but we have a security breach.” His eyes darted between Xavier and Shuggie.
Xavier shared a look with Shuggie before saying gruffly, “Party’s over, yeah.”
****
Mabel snapped the neck of the Soldier as Tony walked along chanting a Locator Spell for the little Carberletti. She had already used her powers to break down the wards that surrounded the Compound.
“My little diamond in the rough is near.” The spell that had been placed on Naldina Carberleti’s ring when she gave birth to her precious bambinos had suddenly resurfaced after decades of being lost. Tony had all but given up on ever finding the gifted Sanguis-solis. He needed his energy to keep the spell going, so he walked behind Mabel as she did her bit.
“Stop!” Tony roared to Mabel as the signal was getting louder. “I know where she is…”
Mabel came to a screeching halt, her face dripping with fresh blood and her serrated fangs with human meat hanging from them like grotesque spaghetti. As Tony told her where Alicia’s ring was, he ordered her to grab the little Carberletti and he would meet her back at her castle – once he had ‘dealt’ with the others. Annoyed that she was missing out on all the fun, Mabel pouted then shrugged before skipping along the corridor to where Tony had instructed her.