Secret Fantasies

by Elizabeth Lapthorne

  He was a plague on the race, human or otherwise, which he lay claim to.

  Vasili bent close to him, so he could smell Alann’s fetid breath.

  “Get the hell out of here, and never come back to Scooper’s. We don’t need your kind here.”

  Boncher drew himself fully upright, a sneer on his face. Even as his stomach roiled with disgust, Vasili couldn’t help but feel a tiny felt a flicker of respect go through him. Lowest life form in the galaxy Alann might be, but he didn’t seem to be the regular style of coward. Vasili was a fair person, gave credit where it was due. The weasel didn’t cower and scurry away scared.

  “My kind?” Boncher repeated, incredulous. “With these sluts here, practically giving it away, who are you to judge me?”

  Vasili took a deep breath and ran his eye over the fourteen women contestants.

  Two of them, as well as Lea, were youngish escorts, using Scooper’s as protection against the nastier element out on the street. They might be escorts, but Vasili knew for a fact that one of them, Jayne, had a four-year-old boy she had to feed and clothe, and no other way to make credits.

  The rest of the women were all average-looking women, some of them regular drinkers here, all here for an enjoyable evening out. None of them were skanky, or here for a quick buck, and none of them deserved to be exploited by human dregs like this imbecile.

  Vasili looked back to Boncher, and warned him once more, holding carefully onto his fraying temper, unsure why this man in particular pushed all of his oversensitive hot buttons of protection.

  “Get the hell out of here, before you make a scene,” he warned, feeling the control over his anger begin to slip.

  When Boncher looked down to his crushed holo-cam, a feral grin crossed his face.

  “Well, look at the vamp who thinks he’s not only the gift of the Goddess, but also some kind of macho, manly protector of the weak.”

  Vasili merely cocked an eyebrow, taunting the greasy man. He could see from a mile away as Boncher brought back his fist, prepared to punch him. Vasili waited patiently, knowing by Scooper’s rules that if the dickhead hit him first, Vasili would be given carte blanche to beat him up in return.

  Besides, Vasili knew the bouncers here well, and could feel them already on their way, crossing the room to jump into the fray to see what the commotion was all about.

  Vasili felt the full force of Alann’s might behind his punch, felt his jaw dislocate and the associated radiating pain that came with it.

  Vasili wished he could smile cockily at the muted hush that appeared in his head, as a roar from the regulars who knew him well sounded up through the whole room. All of Vasili’s instincts, both vampiric and those simply of a man, kicked into high gear. Time appeared to slow down, as it always did in the middle of a fight, and Vasili smiled a crookedly evil, uncannily pleased grin.

  Carefully he lifted his hand up to his dislocated jaw, pushed it back into place and held it steady a moment.

  “You will so regret that, mate,” he said softly, uncaring if the dickhead heard him or not.

  Vasili prepared himself, took a calming breath, and let rip into the stupid human.

  With an astonishing ease, and no regret whatsoever, he felt himself act in the guise of fate. He started by breaking the man’s nose with the flat of his hand, knowing Alann would be the sort of man who thought his face was his fortune.

  With a swiftness not even he could have truly guessed at, Vasili bent down casually and with a strong and steady foot, kicked out at Boncher’s leg and knocked the kneecap out of its socket, causing the man to fall to the floor, howling in pain.

  Vasili looked casually over the writhing man, getting ready to push his other leg out of its socket, when he felt a soft hand on his arm. Even though she exerted no real force, her mere presence acted as enough to make him pause.

  “Vas, don’t!” she said, pale blue eyes wide with worry. Before he could turn back to the dickhead screaming obscenities at the top of his voice from his curled position on the floor, Tak and Dak, the two enormous, burly bouncers, were hauling Boncher up from the floor and not very gently dragging him toward the door.

  Vasili twisted his mouth, a small shaft of pain twisting through his jaw. He felt far more annoyed at his vengeance being halted than the small pain from his dislocated mouth, but he knew that not only would Alann never make it through Scooper’s doors again, but likely would have a matching dislocated kneecap before he was thrown from the premises.

  Tak and Dak knew how to take care of the patrons here at Scooper’s.

  Vasili turned back to Lea, shivering in the cold, her pleated skirt and stockings damp from the chilly water. She was stroking his jaw carefully, a worried, scared look in her eyes. Vasili felt the heat of the anger and resultant blood rush abate.

  “Are you okay?” she asked, a quiver in her voice. “I saw him hit you. Why the hell did you let him do that? It must have hurt like a bitch.”

  Vasili merely shrugged, lifted a hand to his jaw. He covered her hand with his, and felt amazement seep through him as he felt the energy pour from her hand.

  She was healing him, he recognized, utterly astonished!

  Not all vampires could heal with their energy, with their touch, and so he felt doubly amazed this young woman had the knowledge and power to do such a thing.

  Lea raised up on tiptoes, brushed a kiss along his now-healed jaw.

  “That was a very sweet thing for you to do, but Tak and Dak had already been alerted about him. They would have confiscated the holo-cam on his way out.”

  Vasili felt a light blush creep across his face. He hadn’t thought of that. No one took advantage of the clientele at Scooper’s. Vasili removed his jacket and placed it across Lea’s shoulders.

  “Come on, love,” he said softly, nodding in masculine acknowledgement as Tak and Dak returned into the main room. “Let’s get you dry and warm.”

  The two burly men nodded back at him and he knew with that innate male knowledge that they all understood one another. Gently, Vasili led Lea around the back to where the change cubicles stood. He watched her duck into the cubicle and headed back to where the two bouncers stood, mean looks on both their faces.

  Vasili shook hands with both men, relieved when they both winked at him.

  “Thanks, Vas, but we had it under observance you know.”

  Vasili winced, but smiled.

  “Yeah, Lea told me. I just lost my head. Sorry, boys.”

  Both men shrugged identically.

  “Not a problem. We all saw him throw the first punch. He won’t be back, or even in the neighborhood. We started the spread of the word.”

  Vasili nodded, the three of them lapsing into silence. A moment later Lea returned, a neon orange shirt thrown over her chest, his jacket hanging from her small frame keeping her warm. The damp skirt, stockings and boots were still on, indicating she hadn’t had a whole change of clothes in her locker.

  “I’ll need a shower to warm up back at my lodgings. Care to drive me?” she said huskily. Vasili felt his throat close up and so he merely nodded his farewell at the two men and wrapped an arm protectively around Lea’s shoulders.

  “Give me directions and I’ll have us there soon,” he said through clenched teeth, still massively pissed at that dickhead reporter. “My cruiser is parked under Gav’s place and it’s only a step from here.”

  “I know where Gav’s place is, silly. You really didn’t need to punch out that man, you know, but I have to admit, it felt good to watch you do it. He’d been hanging around all evening, acting all slimy with the girls, harassing the other patrons. I don’t know how he knew we’d be having the wet crop-shirt competition. I didn’t even know it would be on.”

  Vasili led her over to his cruiser and helped her in. As she gave him directions, he pulled out onto the street.

  He felt surprised at how close by she lived, and in less than ten minutes they were parked out front of her small lodgings and heading inside.


  Chapter Twelve

  Vasili watched as Lea gave her palm lock the imprint of her palm. The door to her lodgings swished opened and she walked inside and then hesitated. For a moment his heart stood still. Had she changed her mind?

  When Lea turned around and headed back out the door, she grabbed his arm and he felt his heart constrict.

  What the hell had he done? He hadn’t even said anything yet!

  “I figure we’ll be seeing a lot more of each other after tonight,” she said with an utter calm he felt incapable of feeling. He felt his breath whoosh out of his chest in relief as she pressed his palm to the pad beside the door, and keyed in a few commands.

  He could barely believe his childish exuberance at Lea coding his palm into her lock. He was now fully welcome into her lodgings, anytime, day or night.

  “We might as well get this awkward moment out of the way first,” she said with a casualness he didn’t know if he could believe.

  The panel beeped, obviously accepting and recording his details, and Lea let go of his hand again, walking through the door once more. Vasili blinked at how fast he had moved from utter desolation to relieved anticipation, all in the space of less than a minute.

  As the door swished shut behind him, he didn’t even try to say something witty, his mind still playing catch-up with Lea. He followed her through the small living area into what appeared to be the bedroom.

  Blues, purples and red dominated the small room, all of it somehow managing to be sexy and feminine whilst still being rather bare. Vasili watched Lea as she pulled the soggy boots from her feet, wincing at the sound of the squishing on the floor.

  “You’d have thought they would have warned us at least about that competition. I would never have worn my favorite pair. Likely they’ll never be the same again.”

  Vasili continued to stare hungrily as she stripped out of the still-damp stockings, and untied the tiny pleated skirt, which fell to a sodden mass on the floor. He swallowed as she crossed the room to stand toe to toe with him, only wearing the bright orange shirt.

  “You’re awfully quiet,” she said softly, reaching up to flick a stray curl that had fallen across his brow.

  “I seem to be at a loss,” he said huskily, drawing her into his arms. “I’ve never reacted so violently to a man, particularly one I’ve never met before. Lea, I was pleased he hit me, let him do it in fact, as it meant I could retaliate. I’ve never come across that side of myself before. Just the way he was abusing the situation—”

  Vasili shut up when Lea placed a finger over his lips.

  “Vas, honestly, if you hadn’t done it, Tak and Dak would have. And to be truthful, if I could have, I would have done it myself. The guy is slime, and he will heal, likely before the night is out even, as there are plenty of medtechs roaming the streets looking for men just like him. It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

  Vasili wrestled with himself, but decided to be honest.

  “Lea, I don’t mean I was ashamed of myself. Surprised, yes. Astounded, maybe. But I wasn’t feeling ashamed. I wanted to do more than smash his ugly nose and break his kneecap.”

  Lea laughed and twisted to pull her shirt over her head. Vasili caught his breath at her pale skin and perfect breasts. Without meaning to, he reached his hands up to cup her warm, heavy breasts.

  He bent his head, feeling his need for her grow. His cock pressed uncomfortably against the restriction of his pants. He growled in frustration, not wanting to remove his hands from the ripe perfection of her breasts, yet desperately wanting to remove his own clothes.

  He moaned in approval as Lea began to tug his clothes from his body. They both shifted restlessly against each other for a minute, she with his clothes, he with the need to feel more of her skin pressed enticingly up against his body.

  After what seemed like an age, he toed off his shoes and helped her slide his pants from his legs, letting them drop carelessly onto the floor next to his discarded shirt. He smiled as she walked them both back toward the wall.

  “You going to take over, baby?” he asked cheekily, loving the light and hunger he could see in her pale blue eyes.

  “Maybe,” she said sassily, “I have those manacles, after all. Force issue, unbreakable.”

  Vasili threw his head back and laughed. Lea was a delight! He couldn’t wait to have her screaming in his arms. He continued to let her lead, taking slow steps backward. Instead of bumping up against the wall, however, she reached behind him to press another panel, and a door swished open to reveal the cleansing chamber.

  Vasili stepped back into the room, amazed at first by how big it was. Most lodgings consisted of medium-sized living areas and bedrooms, with tiny cleansing chambers. Lea, however, had obviously chosen to take a much smaller bedroom to have a larger cleansing chamber.

  “Enjoy your steam-time, huh, baby?” he said wryly, more intrigued by the minute by this woman.

  “Oh yeah,” she said huskily, “you have no idea.”

  With that, Vasili watched as she automatically set the water and steam running, turned them both around and pulled him into the cubicle. Vasili felt his eyes widen as he entered the hedonistic cubicle. Obviously Lea took her relaxation and steaming to absolute heights.

  A small niche had been made into one corner, lightly padded with steam and water jets at very interesting angles. A number of different cleansing lotions stood waiting to be decanted, and as he sniffed, he could smell an old-world scent of faint flowers pervading the air around them.

  With the water and the steam, as well as the floor being heated beneath their feet, Vasili knew he and Lea could stay here as long as the water regulations lasted. He smiled as Lea drew his head down to kiss, then he wrapped his hands around her slick body, enjoying the simple feel of her in his hands, her body moving fluidly against his own.

  When she bit down gently on his lip, he moaned, enflamed by the simple gesture. He kissed her back passionately, nipping gently on her lips and causing her back to arch, pressing her soft breasts further into his chest.

  He felt his need climb higher and higher as her hands slowly explored his body, gently touching and stroking his muscles. He pulled one of her legs up to place it around his waist, aligning his cock with the notch of her pussy. He paused then, not wanting to rush things, but needing to feel himself buried inside her soft body.

  I need to be inside you, Lea, he sent heatedly, unable to penetrate her mind. We’re mates. I can’t read your mind. I can’t tell if you’re ready for me yet. Your body tells me it is, but I need to be sure.

  He had expected her to verbalize a response, even a simple “Yes” would have sufficed at the moment. So he nearly fell over in his shock as she replied back in kind to him.

  Vas, I am more than ready. I need to feel you inside me like nothing I have experienced before. Just do it already.

  Unwilling to probe her further on how she knew to communicate with him, he gently eased the tip of his cock into her wet heat.

  Dammit Vas, I NEED you.

  Vasili could feel her sever the connection, something he rarely ever experienced, and nearly laughed aloud as Lea pulled him to the floor of the cubicle. He was likely fifty times stronger than her, even with her Force training and slight trace of vampiric blood, yet he allowed her to pull him down as if she were an impatient teenager.

  He balanced his weight carefully on his arms and legs, but felt his muscles quiver when she wrapped her legs sturdily around his waist and lifted herself, pressing his cock half into her pussy.

  He moaned and with a single, hard thrust, pressed himself in to the balls. There, they both paused, panting lightly. Vasili stared down at this amazing woman, intoxicated by her body and bravery.

  “You really shouldn’t do that to a man, Lea,” he panted, desperately trying to retain a hold on his control. “It could be dangerous.”

  “The only thing I’m in danger of, Vasili,” she panted back, pressing her nails lightly into his back, “is of growing old while
you wait and see if I’m ready.”

  Vasili laughed, nearly choking with lack of breath.

  How could this woman prick his anger and lust simultaneously? He wanted to pump inside her, losing himself, and throttle her both at the same time. It was the most bizarre situation he had ever found himself in, particularly while bedding a woman.

  When she tightened her legs around his waist, simultaneously clenching him tighter and nipping the head of his cock, he felt everything fly from his mind. He no longer cared about anything except finishing this, and then working out what the hell they would do.

  Grasping her hips to hold her steady, he withdrew slightly, only to press straight back in. Leaving the warmth of her pussy was just unbearable, and so he made do with short, sharp thrusts.

  He angled her hips so his shaft could graze her clit as he penetrated her. He knew she enjoyed that as she shifted beneath him, moaning and bringing his lips to hers. He struggled to contain himself, relieved when she cried out softly and he felt her contractions squeeze him.

  His mind splintered into a thousand diverging thoughts when he felt Lea inside his mind, offering her soul piece to him. As on the brink as he was, he didn’t think about anything, but grabbed it greedily and bent to her neck.

  As he sank his teeth into the soft skin of her neck, he felt a wave of love and tenderness overwhelm him. He offered his own soul piece back to her, ecstatic when she took it.

  He gently sipped at her blood for a moment, relishing the intimacy of the spicy, erotic flavor of her, as well as the incredible nature of this moment. He felt himself completed as never before, whole and fulfilled as he had never realized he had been missing.

  When he felt Lea touch his mind, sharing her own completion and satiation, he felt as if nothing in the galaxy could be better than this. He felt her silent laugher inside her head, and felt his cock jerk as she showed him a raunchy mental image. In it she lay splayed wide for him on the largest bed he had ever seen, her hands bound above her head. She pictured him between her legs, sipping delicately from her as she creamed for him.