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
It was Saturday when I prepared for the territory meetings held at my old home … now owned by Monica. My minion hated having territory meetings on the weekends. I made sure we had meetings on Saturdays so they would have to determine which was more important—having a nice Saturday, or bombarding me with useless complaints.Paul and I had just made love and he was still naked and wet from his shower as he sidled up behind me and kissed my shoulders and neck. "You're tense baby. Relax. Monica barely says anything at the meetings."I nodded. "I know.""She knows you have her number so she stopped with all the shocking shit."I grimaced. Yes, there was a time when she enjoyed flaunting her donors around us, their mesmerized eyes like cows being led to the slaughter, blood still spilled upon their clothing as evidence of her recent feedings. It repulsed her sisters and distressed me until finally I chastised her and threatened to punish her if I saw it happen again. By that time, I had
"I could have remained your assistant," Monica said out of the blue. She stood at a distance regarding me solemnly. When I didn't answer, she tried to hide a look of contempt. I could feel it even if I couldn't see it. "But you wouldn't allow that because of that baby."Indeed. I didn't want her anywhere near BJ, Paul, or me for that matter. Her posture changed in resolution. "I'll help her. Your new assistant if she needs it." I gazed at her, searching her expression before nodding my head in agreement. "I can take a bit of her blood today so that she can communicate with me.""No," I said flatly. I met her eyes. "I forbid it.""Yes," she replied and none too happily. I tried to figure out if Monica hated me and what I had caused her to become … or if she was only trying to be me.The territory meeting moved swiftly, and although Paul, Jason, and Tyler had to flex their proverbial muscles a few times, there weren't any deadly incidents. I was especially proud of Sam, who never s
Monica stood, and her chair hit the floor. Her face grew fierce. "I said I am innocent, and you will not threaten my sire!"Keada picked up the sword that lay across the table. She would use it to behead Monica—I'd seen her do it to other rogues."I will make this quick, my beauty." Then Keada leaped across the table swinging her sword with almost impossible speed.I tried to scream "Wait!" but before the words could leave my mouth, Monica flung something at Keada. It glinted through the air and hit her in the face. A flash of light and the sound of sparks filled the air, and Keada faltered and landed on the floor at Monica's feet, the sword skidding harmlessly across the floor. Keada screeched and came to her feet, hands shielding her face. And then I saw what had struck her—Monica's crucifix.There was a hiss as the other Council members reacted to the sight of the religious relic as well as to the smoking, screeching vampire who was darting blindly around the room.Frank jump
A week later Ran and I flashed ourselves to the first Council meeting that would include Monica as more than a rogue on trial. It felt strange not to see Keada, who had always reminded me of K.D. Lang with her androgynous look.Monica sat waiting in a wingchair for the meeting to convene. She wore a stark white pantsuit that looked familiar. And then I realized that it was one of the outfits that Tony had purchased for me when I'd first moved in with him. Much of my wardrobe had been left behind since it didn't reflect the real me. I glanced at him wondering if he recognized it, but he seemed to be ignoring Monica and sat far across the room from her. Her eyes were locked on me as soon as I appeared, obviously sensing my arrival even before I materialized. Ran and I crossed the room to her, and she rose with a smile."Kim." She leaned forward to briefly embrace me and then Ran. "Are you getting settled in to your role as a Master?" I asked."Very easily. Having been with two Ma
"Down, Mommy. Down!" Julie strained to be put down so she could scoot along the floor and undoubtedly discover something new to put into her mouth. At ten months old she had grown adept at getting around by scooting along on her butt, and in that way she seemed to be able to move a mile a minute. Why crawl when you can get around hands free?"Hold on, baby." I carried her into the family room, which we had cordoned off with baby gates. She kicked her chubby legs clad in tiny bib overalls and strained and stretched her body until it took some juggling to keep hold of her as I guided her safely to the floor.She babbled gleefully and scooted to her loudest toy, a set of chimes that were supposed to be hit with a harmless wooden mallet. But the mallet had long ago disappeared so now Julie just slammed it on the floor until it made a melodic racket. She often pulled herself up onto shaky legs to stand along the cocktail table so she could slam the toy against the hard surface, thus ensur