The Nightlife Moscow

  A month ago, she’d have socked the fool who suggested she’d bang a vampire, let alone love him. And a vampire ménage a trois? Unthinkable. These damn leeches had a wicked hold she couldn’t break – no matter how much she coveted her freedom. She had escaped the smothering brotherly love of the pack, escaped Mother Russia’s deadly clutches, and survived battles that would have killed a normal person a dozen times over, but she couldn’t shake these bloody leeches.

  Her hand had a mind of its own as she stole under the bed covers and freed Aaron’s throbbing monster from his pants. In response, he uttered a low growl full of promise. A nagging thought reminded her she wasn’t alone in the bed, but, lately, that had become the norm for her brief moments of pleasure with Aaron. Might as well get used to it.

  Urvashi had some plans of her own. She slid away from where she was curled around Katya’s backside, leaving her nipples aching for more of that sensual caress, and leaned over into Aaron’s face. “Now it’s my turn to feed.”

  He nodded and pulled down the collar of his jacket to give his master a clear shot at his neck. The bitch hit him so fast Katya never even saw her move. She wasn’t gentle about it either. Aaron gasped and gritted his teeth as Urvashi chomped into him hard. She took her fill and left the poor bloke sagging, breathing hard.

  The wetness in Katya’s hand proved that Urvashi had some decent bang to her bite. She’d made Aaron blow his wad. In the middle of this weird exchange, a mousy little girl sat up in bed and squished her nose at Urvashi and Aaron. “You are all like him, Dmitri?” She shivered, and a hint of disgust passed over her young features.

  The absurdity of the moment struck Katya square in the gut. This little girl should be shivering at worms and grossing out over brussel sprouts. She shouldn’t even be aware of what a vampire did to its bloodslaves. This poor darling had seen far too much at too young an age. Katya’s heart went out to Lana, and she reached for the girl.

  Lana looked at her with even more disgust and leaned away, “Blyadischa.” Whore. She spit out the word like clearing her throat of filth. Katya followed the girl’s spiteful eyes as her gaze traced down Katya’s bare breasts.

  Katya’s face burned with embarrassment and she jerked the blankets up over her chest quickly. She’d forgotten she was starkers, putting on a show for the brat.

  Aaron stealthily reached under the covers to zip up his pants, and then rolled over to face the accusing glare of the six year old. “I don’t speak Russian, Lana, but I know a curse word when I hear it. That wasn’t very nice.”

  She stared hard at him, until the condition of his bloody-tattered combat suit distracted her. She reached out to the shreds of his clothes and a tear came into her eyes. “Will you die too?”

  The sound of her voice held so much more than the words. It was a note of profound grief, sadness, accusation – a twisted pile of emotions that little girls should never have to experience.

  Aaron shook his head and leaned forward to whisper. “I am very hard to kill. I might be hurt, but, I’ll be fine by tomorrow. I made your mother a promise, and I meant it.”

  The tears started rolling hard and her bottom lip quivered. Even cute little girls look ugly when they cry. Aaron wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in tightly. “I’m not going anywhere, Lana. At least not until you turn eighteen.”

  The crying didn’t stop. Katya scooted up closer to Aaron and peeked over his shoulder. “I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m not going to leave you alone, Lana. You’re pack now, and you can always rely on me for anything. That is my promise.”

  The girl watched her warily. She wiped the tears from her eyes and looked to Aaron, who was almost nose to nose with her. “Mama said … she said to go with him. She …”

  Katya reached out and touched Lana’s cheek to wipe away her tears. “Hush now. Don’t you worry. You’re with the pack now. We take care of our own.”

  Lana shook her head in denial. “Mama said she was in the pack, but they left her here, with Dmitri. She said …”

  Aaron put a finger to her lips. “We can talk later. Let’s rest.”

  Urvashi, who had been so silent and still that Katya had almost forgotten about her, leaned over both her and Aaron to look down on Lana. “Aaron’s promise is my promise. Trust in me as your mother trusted in him. Don’t worry. All will be taken care of, in time.”

  She slipped off the massive bed and stepped over the sleeping bloodslaves on the floor to wrench open the busted doors across the room, and then she was gone. Katya wondered if she would ever understand that strange fucking creature.

  She looked back over to Aaron and Lana. The boy wonder was already falling asleep, and his newest acquisition, Lana, stared at his dozing features in fascination and trepidation.

  “Sod it all.” Katya shook her head and snuggled up against Aaron to try to get some sleep. Bloody vampire had found himself a new disciple to worship him.

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  Chapter 20

  Aaron woke to the sounds of women complaining loudly in Russian. Though he didn’t understand a word of it, the ruckus of unhappy females was essentially the same in any language. A high-pitched voice rose above the din and then a cracking hand-slap shut them all up. Finally, blessed silence.

  Michelle’s blood-matted blonde hair and vibrant emerald eyes rose over the bed into Aaron’s vision, and he blinked once to see if she was real or just a dream. She looked thin, with pronounced cheek bones. He recognized that spark of fire, the hunger in her eyes. Her gaze flicked towards the bitter, bickering women.

  Aaron grabbed her jacket before she flitted off to hunt down the ladies. “You can feed, but please don’t kill anyone. They were his bloodslaves. They don’t deserve to be hurt anymore.” His voice sounded far off, like someone else speaking from his mouth.

  She winked one of her bruised raccoon eyes at him and extracted herself from his grip to slink after the ladies. Aaron drifted through a haze of half-sleep until the sound of running water, and the sensations of warm, steamy, fragrant shampoo drew his attention.

  Shower? Where was the fucking shower?

  He sat up in bed, waking Katya and dislodging Lana. Across the room, steam flowed out an open doorway he’d never noticed was there. Just inside the door, Aaron knew he’d find a scorching hot shower that beckoned for him to wash away the grime and death coating his skin. He scooted off the bed and followed his nose to the steam and shampoo. He closed the bathroom door and stripped his clothes. By the time he reached the frosted glass of the shower doors he was completely naked and didn’t really give a shit who was inside the thing.

  He stepped in and slipped past Michelle’s pale, wet body to take over her spot in the stream. Glorious hot water rinsed reddish black blood from his face, neck, hands and hair, eradicating the evidence of the massacre he’d participated in. He didn’t bother to reach for the soap – instead he basked in the heat, his hands against the tiled wall.

  Michelle began washing his shoulders and back. She worked her fingers up through his hair with shampoo, and then down his back again, cleaning the crack of his ass with extra-special care. Then she reached around with her left hand and soaped his cock into a raging hard-on, while her right hand stroked his chest and nipples.

  This was the life he had always wanted, these moments. No death. No dismemberment. No drama. Just Michelle and her loving touch, her ceaseless sensuality that seduced him every night. He loved this wicked woman, flaws and all, and he wished there was some way they could live without all the bullshit that kept stacking up deeper and deeper around him.

  His lover massaged his body up and down, replacing his aches with the most delicate sensations. When he could hold back no longer, he pulled her into his arms and pinned her against the creamy, gold-colored shower tiles. She purred a low, seductive growl as he pushed her thighs apart and speared himself deep into her hot pussy in a single thrust.

  “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Michelle. I love you so
much.”

  She lifted her legs around his hips and clung to his shoulders as he ground into her slow, then fast, deep and hard. He followed the spikes of pleasure in her mind as he pulled her body lower on the wall to catch that curving-grind of penetration. She liked it best when the upper ridge of his cock rubbed her clit while he pounded into her with deep strokes.

  This was what Aaron was made to do, to love this woman. He could live the rest of his life grudge fucking Michelle against the shower wall, listening to her grunt and squeal as he hit home inside her. He thrust in and out non-stop and felt the delicious squeeze of her contractions and watched her wondrous green eyes lock on him as she detonated around his cock in an explosive climax.

  This was what he wanted from life, every night, to listen to Michelle going off in French, like she always did when he made her come. “Je t’aime, Je t’aime, je t’aime, Aaron. Don’t stop. Don’t…”

  She went silent as her teeth sunk into his neck, and then she jerked atop his cock once more as he returned the favor with his teeth planted in her neck. Consuming and being consumed giving and taking, loving and being loved. This simple act made all the darkest aspects of his life worth living. As Michelle would say, joie de vivre.

  He came back down to earth after a time in heaven with Michelle, and released his bite on her neck. She lolled against his chest and let him hold her weight as she caught her breath. He kissed her forehead in appreciation for her lovely healing gift. She always knew what he needed, when he needed it. After spending a couple months with their minds linked, they had become especially well attuned to each other.

  “Thank you, Michelle.”

  She nodded. “Merry Christmas, Aaron.” She unlatched her legs from around his ass and stepped down off his slippery, wet cock to put her toes on the shower floor. “I had planned to get you a gift, but…”

  He held her porcelain, white cheeks in his hands. “Don’t you worry. We’ll do some shopping as soon as we can. I’ll let you buy me whatever I want.”

  She giggled and love flooded into her eyes. “Oui.”

  Just then, the shower door slid open and a butt-naked Katya stepped into the warm water and molded herself to Aaron’s backside.

  Not too bad of a Christmas after all.

  Katya’s hands roamed up and down his body, oblivious of how she bumped Michelle’s hips and breasts. He wondered if she was ready to go the distance with a full-on threesome. Then he wondered where the hell he’d find the stamina.

  He still felt weak on his feet. Urvashi had sucked the life out of him too many times.

  Michelle decided the issue when she slipped sideways out of his arms and moved towards the shower door. She reached out and grabbed a good handful of Katya’s wet ass and licked her lips hungrily.

  Oh shit. Aaron thought for sure he’d have a catfight on his hands, but Michelle grinned at the both of them with that mischievous twinkle in her eye. “He’s all yours.” With that she exited the shower and wrapped herself in a plush white towel.

  Katya laughed aloud. “Bloody leech.” She shook her head against Aaron’s back and kissed him once. He turned into her and tipped her head up to take her lips. She tasted good. Different from Michelle, but still delicious. Somehow, he’d found a magical solution to the problem of his bloodslave, master, and vampire lover. Somehow, it was working.

  A spark of hope put a smile on his lips as he leaned out of the kiss. Katya eyed him suspiciously. He couldn’t help but snicker. “You were prepared for the worst. You would have joined us…”

  Katya’s eyes squinted and she looked ready to deny him, but then her lips split into a grin. “Yes, I would have. But I’m glad I didn’t have to.”

  She hugged him, her tight little breasts squished against his chest. Her hands trailed little tickles up and down his spine and she looked at him with eyes full of understanding. “We don’t have to … You need time to recover.”

  Ah, what a wonderful little wolf. What a blessing to have her in his life. “I can still give you what you need.”

  He trailed his finger over her neck, and she tilted her head sideways, waiting for it. He struck and tasted her rich flavors, so unique, so wonderful, yet in limited supply. Though he wanted to drain her body, take it all, she’d been giving him too much of herself far too often. The girl was headed into severe anemia.

  He simply stood there holding her, letting his venom saturate into her system. He was starving hungry, but Katya had no more to give this night. Not if he valued her life. It took every ounce of willpower he could muster not to suck hard on her willing flesh.

  He shook with the strain of denying himself what he needed by the time he let go of Katya’s neck. She looked happy, high and sated. His stomach churned with emptiness and a burning need to rip into something juicy and meaty. She let her hands trail down his body, until she found his limp cock. He doubted he’d be up for anything more this night, but, the little head had other ideas.

  In seconds she coaxed him to semi-hard and then dropped to her knees, right there in the shower, and slipped her mouth over him. The best Christmas present he could have asked for. The woman played the skinflute like a pro. Between her hands, tongue, slightly scraping teeth, and rhythmic suction, it was all Aaron could do to hold onto the tiled walls to keep his balance.

  Stroke, swallow, suck and pull, wash, rinse, repeat. Katya had mad blowjob skills. When she swallowed him so deep her tongue flicked his balls, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers found their way into her hair and he groaned in ecstasy as he unloaded into her loving, warm suction. Swaying on his feet, fists curled in Katya’s wet hair, Aaron opened his eyes to a frosty-distorted Michelle standing on the other side of the glass shower door.

  Michelle pulled open the door as the last bit of Aaron’s manhood slid down Katya’s throat. Michelle smiled from ear to ear, still wearing her towel.

  Michelle’s reached out and grabbed the hand of another woman who had been standing to the right side, out of Aaron’s view. Slim, brown-haired, probably in her early twenties, the topless girl wore nothing but a pair of skin-tight black jeans. She had one arm across her nipples and looked at Aaron with full-on apprehension, as if he might slice her open and eat her guts.

  Michelle pulled the girl over more and then reached out with both hands to bring two more women into Aaron’s line of sight. The second was a blonde that he recognized as the one who had begged for Dmitri’s life, and then another brunette. The last two were also topless, wearing nothing but jeans. The brunette didn’t bother covering her breasts, but, the blonde had both hands firmly planted on her chest as if she could push her small tits back inside to hide them.

  Michelle wrapped her arms around the shoulders of all three topless women and grinned at Aaron with full-length fangs exposed. “I think I found your Christmas gift.”

  Katya turned around at the sound of Michelle’s voice, Aaron’s cock still in her hand. “Bloody hell!”

  The music went off in Aaron’s mind and he could barely stifle a giggle. ♪ On the second day of Christmas my true love gave to me, three topless bloodslaves and a werewolf who gives really good head. ♪

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  Aaron stood in the hot spray of the shower staring at the women, blinking water from his eyes, wondering if perhaps he was still dreaming. Three bloodslaves. Three topless women in a lineup, waiting for him. It just didn’t get any better than this.

  Katya, down on her knees, brought home the moment when she yanked hard to get his attention. “Hey, I’m down here. I’m the one holding your cock, mate.”

  He looked down at Katya and grinned like an idiot, trying hard not to giggle at the sheer absurdity of the moment. Her eyes were already darkening as she stood up and wiped his come off her lips. He knew she’d make him pay for this humiliation, but he simply couldn’t stop smiling. Then his stomach uttered an audible growl, and Katya’s eyes squinted with spite.

  She pushed him out of the shower. “We’re done. Get out, so I can fi
nish washing.” She slammed the glass door shut in his face, obviously unhappy. Aaron looked to his meals and vowed that he wouldn’t waste this moment worrying about Katya’s endless sensitivities. Some things in life are too good to be ruined by anyone.

  The blonde backed away from him, her alarmed gaze flicking up and down his wet, naked body. There was real fear in her eyes. She thought he was going to rape her.

  Fuck.

  This was ruining the moment.

  Aaron reached over to the shelf and snagged a towel to wrap around his waist. “Michelle, if you speak Russian, would you tell them I’m not expecting sex and I won’t hurt them, I promise.”

  Michelle’s eyebrow raised and she looked at him as if he was a fool for opening his big fat mouth. The woman had respect for human life, but she enjoyed playing with her food.

  The blonde spoke quickly. “I speak English.”

  Aaron locked gazes with her and stepped in close. “Yes, I remember.” He closed the distance and she backpedaled away until her back hit the wall. Aaron couldn’t help but stare at her finely sculpted body, her fidgety hands covering her breasts as her breathing quickened with nervous tension.

  He reached up slowly and she flinched. He tucked an errant hair behind her ear and leaned in to smell her scent. She was clean, showered recently, and wearing some kind of perfume he enjoyed. “I said I don’t expect sex, and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

  She was damn near shaking in fear, but still didn’t fight or run. Interesting. Her need exceeded her fears. She nodded her head and swallowed hard. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, giving him a clear shot at her neck. Her mouth was pressed tightly, as though expecting him to cause her great pain, but resigned to her fate.

  He touched her gently, a light stroke on her throat and she twitched under his hand. Aaron had enough melodrama. He struck and gave her what she needed and feared – a good solid chomp. He pulled her in tight and stroked her bare back as he filled his belly with her warm, delicious syrup tainted by hints of adrenaline and excitement. After a moment she relaxed in his grip and sighed through her enjoyment of his bite. Before long her arms returned his embrace.