Paul watched me closely, silently."I'm not like other vampires." Please don't ask me anymore about that. I urged her silently, and she took the suggestion, probably without even knowing that I had given her one. But it was obvious that she was a sharp one."I don't see why there should have been a punishment anyway," Sam said. "After all, it was a life and death situation in which he spared your life."My chin felt good enough to remove the damp towel. "Politics. Vampires have politics just as humans do. They don't like me so they've tried many things to get me out of the way." I smiled sadly. "I have a good network of friends who help me, and so far I've been able to prevail over their desires. So far."Sam nodded and then looked at Paul. "I have a million questions." She turned back to me. "But the only one that I need you to answer now is this: Are you planning to kill me?"I gasped. "No! I would never do that. I've never killed a human. I never will." As the lie slipped from
I was really thankful that my ladies had worked it out amongst themselves to sit for me. I could hire a human nanny—or au pair as Sam had called it—but I would never rest comfortably unless my daughter was with someone who could protect her, someone with enhanced senses, and someone who was family."Hey Chica, I'll be there in five. Everything okay?""Yes, see you when you get here. Paul just put Julie to sleep." "Well damn, but she never sleeps long. I'll hang around until she's awake." "Cool. Her eyes have been changing. You gotta see it!""I can't wait. I'm pulling up to the drive.""Use the key, and Mara? I'm sorry but the succubus … she's not been fed—and I'm really hungry … both ways."I felt her sigh but not totally in displeasure.The succubus surpassed sexual orientation. As far as I could tell none of my ladies were anything but heterosexual and yet any of them would gladly have sex with me. In the past we've pushed the envelope more times than I can count.Paul re
Mara cried out pulling me tighter. I don't remember us embracing, but we were gripping each other in some type of strange blood dance. It was something Alexis would do with his feet levitating from the ground. The two of us hovered inches from the ground, and I spun us slowly in a circle. I had never hovered, and I was aware of it only in a detached, disinterested way.Not me … the succubus. That was its power. Alexis was succubus, too, and that was why he hovered and moved without using his feet. Dear God …I suddenly felt Paul's hand lightly touching the back of my neck. His other hand lightly touched the back of Mara's. He was pushing us downward, back to the floor. When my feet touched the floor I wanted no more of this new ability. I pulled my teeth from her neck.Blood shot out on me. I'd made such a mess, but I didn't trust myself to put my mouth on her again. I reached out with my fingers—four of them because of the four holes that I'd left in her neck, and I staunched the
Ours was the only bedroom on the main floor, which allowed us access to our private little outdoor sanctuary. The patio was cobblestone with an Old World stone privacy fence sheathed in vines and creeping flowers. The fountain built into the wall was that of a brass lion's head, and it provided enough tinkling sounds to create a natural backdrop. There was also a wildflower garden with a cobblestone walkway that led to the main backyard, where we did our official entertaining out by the pool.I closed the French doors behind me and looked at him expectantly while still swiping at the stickiness around my mouth.Paul raised his head to the starry sky as if paying tribute to the moon. He inhaled and the breeze ruffled his long hair. He looked like a painting on the cover of some romance novel. My heart beat one solitary time.He looked at me then as if he had heard it. Although a werewolf's senses surpassed a vampire's, I didn't think it was possible that he had heard that one beat of
"If he thinks he can," I responded absently as I studied Paul's magnificent body.I had been wearing slippers, and I kicked them off. Dressed in jeans and a sweater I felt comfortable for the run. My mind couldn't shake the picture of Paul's willing flesh beneath my teeth, in my mouth …I groaned.He paused. "You're ready, aren't you, baby?" His voice was a husky growl. "Then go."He wasn't even transformed, but I went. I knew exactly where the stream was but hadn't had much of a reason to walk there in the middle of the night. I was a little unclear about the exact path so I started running in that general direction.I didn't hear anything behind me. What was he doing? I slowed enough to glance behind me. I saw him grin as if he knew that my curiosity would get the better of me. Then he shook his head and pow! Just like that he had morphed!Damn! I have never seen him change that fast!No more games. My body felt like liquid as my legs pumped and my bare feet slapped the forest
My husband won the race fair and square—at least that was the story I intended to stick to. I heard him howl a piercing, triumphant, yet purely animal sound and knew the exact moment that he had reached the stream. Not wanting to give the wolf reason to come after me, I quickened my pace to it and eventually saw him by the stream, moving anxiously, sniffing the air and calculating my distance. I love my husband, but at the present moment he wasn't Paul. He was the werewolf. Sleek dark fur covered a body that was now easily seven feet tall. A tail, sheathed in a mixture of coarse as well as downy fur curled behind him. While he sat awaiting my approach, the tail thumped the ground expectantly until he rose anxiously, pacing back and forth. Werewolves don't really look like wolves because although they used all four limbs to move, they still had distinct arms and distinct legs—each rippling with muscles. The wolf appearance began at the head where an elongated canine snout and a mout
I felt his cock pushing roughly against me, and the succubus cried out Yes! Yes! Yes! Yes! And then he entered me with an animal cry. It was rough and uninhibited, and though there was pain, the succubus responded to it with an enthusiastic cry."Baby!" I yelled. The werewolf gripped my hair roughly as he pumped frantically into me. His own cries of passion told me how much he enjoyed fucking us. Suddenly he sank his teeth into my shoulder, but why didn't it hurt?It felt so good that I nearly came again! He held on, teeth clamped into the flesh of my shoulder as he fucked me wildly from behind. My cries of pleasure mingled with that of the succubus. There were two distinct sounds—we were two but also the same. My nails dug into the earth beneath me as the werewolf plunged in and out of me while holding me in place with one firm arm and giving me his mating bite—at long last. I tried to speak, to say how beautiful it was and how good it felt, but words could not come, only a need
When my eyes opened I noted two pleasant things: the sun was still present as it fell toward dusk, and Sam had returned and was currently in the house. I quickly showered and dressed and met Paul and Sam in the office.Paul was cradling the baby in the crook of his arm, and he gave me a quick peck on the lips. Sam smiled at me and gave me a brief hug, which I welcomed. "Paul has been showing me your office and, well, you have quite a mess here," she said.My head ducked in embarrassment.Sam gave my hand a motherly pat. "Not anything that I can't fix." Her eyes met mine. "Before I get started I realize that there are some things that you need to do …"She was referring to my need to bite and to assure her allegiance to me as well as mine to her. I nodded. "Are you okay with that?""Not really. I don't see how your teeth buried into my jugular vein won't be anything but excruciating, but Paul assures me that it's quite pleasant. I've also put away any silver jewelry, so …" She