“Yes, yes, yes…” she murmured, then resumed kissing. Don’t stop what you’re doing. I love it!
You would allow me to bite you? His words crept into her mind, startling, but warming her.
Yes, I want more. Please give me more.
Adam bit down cautiously. Nicole’s skin broke and she arched fiercely, almost throwing him off. Hot blood filled Adam’s mouth, and he groaned deeply. To distract Nicole from the pain, he thrust hard into her, hammering his body against hers, sending her over the edge and into a whirling, breathless orgasm that made her wail and writhe beneath him.
His head spun as the thrill of her energy infused his immortal body, charging the dark desires that gripped him. He’d promised Nicole he wanted only a single drop, but he sucked on her small wound, unable to stop. Part of him knew he should break away and allow her to live, partly because of his binding promise to Michael, but also because he had no wish to kill her. Letting her live would mean he could experience the same deep thrill of satisfaction over and over again. But the darkness scorned him, and refused to desist.
Nicole wailed and writhed helplessly, becoming no more than a vessel formed to satisfy his urges. If nothing changed, she would be dead within minutes, and Adam hated the idea.
Nicole! He sent out the desperate thought.
I love you! she replied.
You must stop me.
I don’t want to. I feel incredible.
There is danger here.
No danger. No danger.
If I do not stop, you will die.
I’m happy to die feeling like this.
No, you must stop me!
I don’t… want to… Her thoughts were already distant as she drifted toward oblivion in a haze of ecstasy.
I need to… He was appalled by his lack of will power. He was killing her, and he could do nothing to stop it.
He was a monster.
*****
Adam’s shoulder was seized, and iron-hard fingers dug into his resilient flesh, making him cry out in agony. The instant his teeth detached from Nicole, he was hurled from the bed and into the bedroom wall. Brief anger flared within his cheated soul. How dare…
But logic kicked in, and he stayed where he was, naked and trembling. No human could have treated him so harshly. No human was strong enough to battle an immortal. And Nicole hadn’t repelled him. Only another immortal possessed such power. He opened his eyes to see Michael cradling the naked Nicole in his arms. Adam frowned, confused by the sight. Michael’s sudden appearance was surprising, but Nicole’s reaction stunned him. Instead of a helpless, unconscious woman on the edge of death, she moved in a way that ought to be impossible. One hand stroked Michael’s cheek as she peppered his face with kisses. Her other fingers were curled around his upper arm, gripping him so tightly, his skin deformed. No human was capable of such a feat. A moment later, she tore away his sleeve, then ripped the rest of the shirt from his body. Her kisses were frantic, eager as she pulled him down on top of her. Michael’s startled eyes met Adam’s, before his head was turned and the kissing resumed. Nicole’s legs rose to wrap around Michael’s waist, and even though he was still dressed—aside from his ruined shirt—she rocked her hips, rubbing herself against him.
“Taste me,” she urged. “Taste me like Adam tasted me.”
“Oh, no!” Adam cried, and leapt to his feet. “You can’t! She doesn’t have enough—”
Nicole’s hand flew toward Adam, and he was repelled into the wall, hitting it so hard, plaster showered down around his ears. Her dark eyes and deep frown dared him to interfere as she writhed beneath Michael.
“She’s caught in the rapture,” Adam muttered.
“Taste me,” Nicole said again, stroking Michael’s lips with her fingers. He needed no further urging. He pressed his mouth to hers and sucked. The hot, human blood flooded his dark soul, and the pair groaned deeply, relishing the power of the exchange. Adam stared in wonder. He’d only heard tales of humans who drew from their feeding hosts once they were bitten. Such women were extremely rare, and were considered precious, to be protected from harm at all costs. No wonder then, that Michael had thrown Adam clear. He’d undoubtedly sensed the danger to Nicole.
But was she at risk once again? Her cries and steely grip on Michael would imply not, despite her continued loss of blood. Adam studied her flushed skin, and listened to her thumping heart, which showed no signs of faltering. But despite her ecstasy, she seemed frustrated. Her dry-humping was achieving little, although the blood exchange was satisfying her for the most part.
Adam crossed the room slowly, unwilling to provoke another repulsion from Nicole. He slapped Michael’s covered buttock hard enough to distract him from feeding. Dark, angry eyes bored into his. A trickle of blood crept down Michael’s chin. Nicole, by contrast was smiling, untroubled by the interruption. Her eyes went to Adam’s still-swollen cock, and she smiled. Her lower lip was flushed and slightly swollen, but otherwise, she seemed unharmed.
“If you’re going to do this…” Adam tilted his head, indicating that Michael should move off the bed. “You ought to get undressed first, don’t you think?” He smiled as Nicole curled her fingers around his growing member.
“I’ve… never tasted such sweet power.” Michael said in a hoarse tone. The anger faded from his face as he rose from Nicole’s flushed body. She relaxed her legs and allowed him to stand.
“She’s wonderfully sweet,” Adam said, and stroked Nicole’s thigh. “And we owe her the best night possible experience—if you don’t mind sharing.”
“I don’t,” they both replied at the same time.
~
*****
“I can’t believe how much you’ve changed,” Eddie remarked. Nicole was eagerly pulling on her jacket, a wide grin spitting her face.
“It takes time to settle into a new city,” Nicole said with a shrug.
“Are you sure you’re not on drugs?”
“I’m high on life, Eddie.” She stood on tip toe and kissed his cheek. “See you tomorrow. Bye!”
Eddie shook his head as Nicole rushed out into the dark. He was happy that she had put her fears behind her, but her personality had shifted from timid to gregarious overnight, a remarkable change in a very short space of time. He made a mental note to ask her if she’d found herself a boyfriend, then decided the question might seem intrusive. Who was he to question her happy mood? Or her abrupt change of attitude toward the night.
Nicole had intended to walk home, despite the darkness. She knew she’d suffer no further attacks, so her fear of the night was no longer an issue. Although Adam and Michael were not the only vampires in the city, the others of their kind respected boundaries with fierce determination, and would never approach another vampire’s trove.
“What a strange word,” she murmured. Absently, she touched her healing lower lip. It was still swollen, but she knew most of the redness had faded. She no longer resembled the victim of a domestic assault. She’d explained the injury by telling everyone she’d considered getting a cat, but the kittens she’d viewed had taken a dislike to her face. Fortunately, her colleagues had accepted the story.
“They’d never believe the truth, not in a thousand years.” She crossed the street and was about to enter the park, when a cab flashed its lights at her.
“Oh, Adam. You didn’t…”
He had.
“What have you done with the driver this time?” she asked, leaning over to frown at her lover.
“In the trunk.” He jerked a thumb over his shoulder.
“You can’t simply—”
“Relax. He’s fine, and he won’t remember a thing.”
“Is this the same cab you hijacked last week?”
Adam shrugged. “It’s our one-week anniversary. I thought you might appreciate it.”
Nicole smiled. “You’re so sweet and thoughtful.” She climbed into the back. “But promise me you’ll let him out of the trunk before you come into the apartment.”
“I promise.”
“Hello, lover,” Nicole said to Michael, who was already in the back.
“Hello yourself.” He grinned, then kissed her lips.
“Hey!” Adam cried. “No starting without me!”
Nicole laughed. “Eyes on the road, driver.”
“Yeah,” Michael added. “Mind your own business. Nicole can give me a blow job if she wants to. Mmm, that’s nice.” He faked a satisfied groan.
“Hey!” Nicole slapped his arm and slid away from Michael.
“Yeah, hey!” Adam mimicked Nicole’s squeal of protest. “We agreed, if this is going to work…”
“I know, I know. No sneaky twosome trysts. But what if one of us is off hunting? Can I throw Nicole in the sack then?”
“Stop that!” Nicole punched his arm hard. He barely flinched. “You promised not to hunt anymore.”
“That’s right,” Adam confirmed. “And we don’t need to. Your blood satisfies all our needs.”
“And then some,” Michael added. Nicole smiled. She’d earned the right to the title of trove with good reason. Her blood was unique in the city—as far as she knew. Her Bostonian heritage could be traced back to a small group of humans who’d survived a culling by vampire hordes. The monsters of 1783 feared her ancestor’s ability to resist them, and had taken drastic action.
What a pity the arrogant vampires had overlooked the fact that her blood could not only satisfy their lusts, but also supercharge their dark souls. An added benefit was enhanced abilities for the human. Nicole’s thinking was clearer, her healing accelerated, and her energies almost unlimited. She only required two hours sleep, which was lucky, because the boys kept her up most of the night, pleasuring her and satisfying her near-insatiable lust for loving. She’d never felt so horny, not even as a teenager.
“Ready for bed, boys?” she asked.
“As always, Adam replied. “But I will remind you to take a break for food and drink.”
“Hah! I don’t need that stuff. I can eat in the morning.” She grinned. “I’d far rather be spit-roasted by you two.” She shivered at the thought of Adam taking her from behind while she used her mouth to pleasure Michael. Sex with vampires was wild, and often rough, but immensely satisfying.
“Oh, that reminds me, you’ll need to find a more discreet place to bite me. People have noticed my swollen ear lobe, and I can’t keep feeding them the ‘crazy kitten’ story forever.
“At least your lip’s healing nicely.” Michael stoked her mouth with a finger, setting her shivering as the memory of their first threesome flooded back. She smiled and squirmed as heat flushed her pelvis.
“Step on it, Adam. Please. I need you both more than ever. I need you both inside me.”
Michael squeezed her thigh. “We could get started right here—if that’s okay with Adam. Technically, you’re here, right? We wouldn’t be cheating on you.”
“Damn. Next time, you’re doing the driving, Michael.”
“Deal.” He leaned in to kiss Nicole again, but she raised a finger, blocking him.
“Next time, we’re walking. I don’t want that poor cabbie to spend another evening in his trunk.”
“He’s fine.” Adam watched her in the rear-view mirror. “But, okay. I won’t steal his cab again.”
“Okay, if that’s settled, and Adam is happy to drive while you fuck me in here…” Nicole rocked her butt from side to side and pulled up her uniform skirt, revealing her thighs and white panties.
“Come get me, lover.” Michael slid across and lowered his head to her thighs, pressing his lips to her pale skin. Adam adjusted the rear-view mirror so he could watch—and immediately drifted toward the oncoming traffic.
“This is going to be so hard…” he murmured as he corrected the cab’s path.
“I hope so,” Nicole said with a grin. She couldn’t reach Michael’s erection, but her body tingled at the thought of his hardness invading her soft, slippery passage.
“I need to fuck you guys so bad.” Oops, did I say that out loud?
The cab braked to a halt at the side of a quiet street, and Adam joined his fellow vampire in the back seat. Nicole smiled. It would be less risky having him join them, than have him at the wheel, distracted. Sex in the back of a cab would be awkward, messy and cramped, but memorable.
And besides, she’d have the rest of her life to enjoy her immortal friend’s bodies in her bed, a life which could very well extend into three figures, now that her body was enhanced with supernatural energy.
She sighed as two pairs of hands explored her body and peeled away her clothes. Yes, becoming a trove was the best thing she had ever done.
THE END
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Hunter in the Flight
Scarlet waltzed into the room where she would see Cody Jacobson play, wondering how everything would go. She mused upon this, knowing full well that this would be one of the first ever interviews with him, and Scarlet wanted to make sure that everything would be okay. Sure, this was an article that wouldn’t be published anywhere big, just the college newspaper, but the fact that the NBA star wanted to conduct the interview with her when typically, he refused this sort of ordeal, surprised her. She found out later on it was because her journalism director was actually good friends with him, but it still made her feel good about herself. It made her feel like she could potentially make a career out of it, and she wanted to more than anything.
Her brunette hair was tied back into a low ponytail, her brown glasses perching on her face. She crossed her legs to appear ladylike, waiting for the man to finally show up. They said he would be here in a few minutes, but she already assumed that he would probably be late. It’s not like he could help it though; in fact, she was surprised he even agreed to this at all.
When the door opened, she looked over at him and immediately she was surprised. He was a man who was about a foot taller than her, with blue eyes and blonde hair. He looked gorgeous, and she wondered how in the world she got so damn lucky. This man seemed to be even cleaner than the eyes let on, especially since he was perfectly showered and groomed even though it had been only fifteen minutes since the game ended.
“Hello there Mr. Jacobson. Have a seat,” she mused.
“Call me Cody. And I sure will,” he told her.
His gait was strong, and she could see the prominent leg muscles appear under his pants. It was barely a hint of skin, but it was enough to make her drool. Gosh, why was she all over this man all of a sudden? It wasn’t like her to feel like this.
He sat down across from her, grinning excitedly as he stared at her.
“So, will we be getting started? I’m not used to these interviews and such. My manager insists upon me not doing them unless they’re for a small group, especially considering the consequences it can have on people,” he explained.
“I understand. Don’t worry, it will take only a few minutes. So have you been playing basketball for a long time?” she asked him.
“Yeah I guess. I mean, when I do short interviews they always ask me that. It’s been about ten years since I started playing on a team, but I have been playing since I was about 10 years old. I’m 24 now and I guess I’m okay,” he told her.
“Only okay? You’re the star center in the league right now. People clamor over you day and night. Hell, my best friend Courtney practically fainted when I said I was getting an interview with you,” she cried out.
Okay, she didn’t mean to sound that unprofessional, but it seemed that there was something about him that wasn’t like how she expected it to be. Cody sighed, looking at her with sad eyes.
“Nobody knows your true face, and typically they only like the side of you that you show off all the time,” he told her.
She looked at him with a curious glance. What the hell did he mean by that? It made no sense that he was saying this sort of thing.
“What are you talking about?
I mean, I thought that you were a man whowas idolized by other people. I thought you would take pride in the fact that you’ve been slated as one of the most eligible men in the country to date. I thought sports magazines would be flocking to you for an interview,” she told him.
He looked at her, the same forlorn expression.
“Well, I’ll tell you right now that the ‘me’ that you see on television, the one that plays basketball and is the apple of so many people’s eyes, is not real ‘me’. I don’t feel that way all the time. In fact, I’m probably a monster,” he told her.
A monster? This made no sense! Why was he pretending to be something he wasn’t? Why was he so goddamn humble all of a sudden?
“Why do you think that way about yourself?” she asked him.
“It’s because of who I really am. Not the side that’s exposed for the world to see, but the more intimate one that hides away. Maybe you might be the one to finally see it. I like you a lot, even though we’ve barely met, and I like that you know so much about me. But let me ask you, do you feel like you truly understand me?” he asked her.
She looked at him. He had a point, that’s for sure.
“True. I’m Scarlet by the way, I didn’t know if I told you that,” she said.
“You already know my name,” he simply stated.
Even though it was gruff, she did know his name. It would be stupid to ask him because she was doing this interview with him.
“What do you want me to say? What should I tell the paper,” she told him.
“Just report the normal shit. Tell everyone that I’m a normal man, living a normal life, and who has nothing wrong with him. I mean, I would rather not get into it here, simply because it will make things weird. But I do want to tell you. I like your style Scarlet, and I like the fact that you haven’t ran away after I said all those weird things. If you want, maybe we can get a bite to eat sometime,” he offered.
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