Urban Vampire: The bookset 1-3

  I didn’t try to remove my arm; she needed to feed. She needed my blood. But was it supposed to be like this?

  The door opened and Mara and Karen stopped short of entering with terrified looks in their eyes. Paul pushed past them and Tony was with him.

  Monica saw them too and she went for Paul, who was closest to her, like a wild animal. Her fangs sank into his shoulder and his Werewolf came up a split second later.

  His hands had thickened and formed talons that sliced at Monica in deadly defense. It resulted in a face wound that left her skin flayed to the bone.

  Tony went for Monica while I went for Paul.

  I screamed, crying while Tony got Monica’s nude form back to the bed where he kept her immobilized in a hold that he had used on me just weeks before; facedown with his teeth embedded into the base of her spine.

  ‘What’s happening to her?!’ I remembered screaming.

  Tony’s eyes looked at me in confusion. ‘Kim…this is blood lust. You’ve never felt this?’

  I shook my head with a stricken expression. ‘No.’

  Paul was shaking as I held him back from Tony and Monica. He had gone white. He untangled from my grip and backed away from the bed until he was at the doorway with Mara and Karen.

  I rushed back to the bed and Monica. ‘This is bad…this is bad,’ I remembered chanting either mentally or voicing them repeatedly.

  ‘Feed her!’ Tony growled. I jumped into action and gave her my wrist. She clamped onto it with an almost death grip. I saw Paul turn away before forcing himself to look back to us.

  By small degrees Monica began to calm and Tony relaxed his hold on her. I remembered being scared. I was literally afraid that she would overpower Tony and…get me. I was afraid of her; of that lifeless look in her eyes and the way her body moved as if it was controlled by something other than her own will. It was like looking at Alexis if Alexis saw me as nothing more than his next meal…

  CHAPTER 1

  I rubbed my eyes and tried not to fall into another funk. Some thought that after a year my emotions should have improved — after all, we’d saved Tyler and Jason and we’d defeated the Werewolf pack that had attacked and almost destroyed us--the beasts that killed my Tige; my Vampire father and Julie; my Vampire sister, daughter, friend…

  I’ve lost too many friends. Terrible things had happed in this past year. Monica with her California tan, piercing blue eyes and model good look; it still haunts me to think about what had been done to her beautiful body—as well as Tyler’s and Jason’s.

  My eyes burned with tears that I knew I should not shed. I brushed them away quickly, not because I was tired of giving in to them, but because the sight of my tears would be a dead giveaway to the changes that I’ve been trying so hard to conceal.

  You see, what gives a Vampires life is blood; it’s what our sweat, our saliva, our tears are made from. When we cry we cry blood; but not me, not any longer--not since Paul and I had changed. Now my tears are clear like human tears, and meat is now something I crave; raw, bloody meat. Don’t ask me what crying real tears means or being sustained by both meat and blood…I just don’t have any answers.

  There has never been a Vampire like me. If other Vampires really understood my abilities I’d be killed without a second thought. Vampires are notorious for their intolerance of non-conformity.

  I saw Paul coming to the office. He stopped at the door, his face seemed worried as he caught sight of me, but then he cleared it and walked to me.

  “What are you doing?” He stopped directly in front of my desk, gazing at the papers and folders strewn across my already crowded desktop. I could sense his disapproval even though his expression remained neutral.

  I didn’t want him knowing that I had been crying—he’d be even more upset then, so I shuffled some papers and kept my eyes averted. “Just catching up on all of this…this CRAP.”

  Paul placed his hand under my chin and gently lifted my face. His thumb traced the trail where my tears had been. And why did I think I could ever hide anything from a Werewolf? He could smell my every mood.

  He sighed. “I know that you don’t want to hear this again, but baby, you have to get another secretary.” I moved away from his touch and leaned back in my chair. “Kim, you can’t continue like this. Honey you are doing Monica’s old job, your own job and being Mom to a new baby.” Paul kneeled down until we were at eye level. It was at times like this that his looks took my breath away.

  As a human Paul had been one of those privileged men blessed with a nice body, money, success, health and the looks of a male model. After becoming my blood donor his body changed, he was stronger, faster and even better looking. And it would not be long before his good-looks would change once again.

  After my Council punished me, Paul left me in order to find a way to become super-enhanced so that he could protect me as well as our new Vampire family. When he returned he had succeeded in his quest. He had returned as a Lycanthrope; a shape shifting Werewolf. His coiffed good looks were forever gone. Replaced now by a hardened, wisened shifter whose body bore the scars of the abuse he had sustained at the hands of those that had changed him.

  His many scars sometimes surprised others, but not me. He had been ripped from head to stern in our battle with the Werewolf pack; one that he had abandoned to come back to me. Even with his supernatural ability to heal he still carried some awful scars…but having born my own ugly scars I loved every one of his.

  He is now rougher and thicker with rippling muscles, shoulder length shaggy blonde hair, grey eyes that can look like stone when he’s angry, turn gold like lion eyes when he transforms…and melt ice when he’s loving me.

  As Paul watched me with concern, he sensed the change in my thoughts. It wasn’t anything I had done outwardly. I mean, I didn’t need to breath and my heart didn’t need to beat—that wasn’t it. His Werewolf was that linked to me that he knew the moment my succubus stirred her wicked little head.

  I saw his grey eyes suddenly fleck with gold. His Lycanthrope was stirring now, too. I knew what the Wolf would want…he’d want to eat me.

  “Is the baby asleep?” I whispered.

  “I just put her to bed.” Paul, who was still knelt before me, placed his hand on my knee and ran it slowly up my leg. He lowered his head and placed his lips on my other knee. I realized that he was slowly spreading my legs apart as his kisses ran upward. He straightened and pushed his long hair behind his ears. When his eyes met mine they were completely gold. I felt a ripple run through my belly and then out towards my limbs. I felt weak with the suddenness of my desire for him.

  Paul pulled the arms of my rolling chair until he was nestled between my legs. I was wearing pants but he didn’t bother to unfasten them. His fingers dug down at my waistband and he slid my pants and panties down over my hips while I raised them to assist him. As my pelvis came closer to Paul’s face I could see his eyes glaze over. He didn’t even have the pants completely off before his lips and tongue were gliding over my stomach.

  Without bothering to unfasten the buttons of my blouse, I pulled it over my head and tossed it across the room. My black bra was front fastening so I didn’t remove it.

  I only opened it for quick access.

  I heard a rumble low in Paul’s chest. His strong hands were gentle when they stroked my breasts. Then he pinched my nipple and that wasn’t so gentle. I gasped and squirmed.

  I wasn’t much into pain but the succubus in me loved it. Paul lapped gently at my injured nipple. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the feel of his tongue as he took the time to probe and tease. Then he moved on to the other and showed it the same attention.

  I wrapped my legs around his waist reaching down between us to undo his pants. He reached back to push his pants down over his wondrous ass. Paul’s ass was like a statue of Adonis; perfect in every way. Using the heel of my bare feet I pressed him closer.

  Paul suddenly gripped my legs and slid my body forcibly down to the end of the cha
ir.

  I hissed, sounding like a snake. Paul’s responding growl rumbled loudly from his chest.

  Our Creatures were coming forward. My teeth lowered and Paul’s did, too. When his teeth lowered, his face also morphed slightly. His jaw elongated and widened to accommodate the massive teeth there.

  He nipped the air inches from my face and I hissed louder. I locked my legs around his back even tighter.

  Unlike me, Paul and the Werewolf were a bit disconnected. At times the Werewolf acted out of character for Paul. Although it liked me now … no, it more than liked me—that hadn’t always been the case. The Werewolf had almost ripped my throat out the first time I’d tried taken a feeding from Paul.

  Somehow between its protecting me, feeding me and almost raping me, the Werewolf and I have come to an understanding.

  Still, there are certain things it doesn’t allow. It never allows me to dominate it. If I drop teeth, it drops teeth. And when I locked my legs around Paul like I was doing now, then it was either going to break the hold or take advantage of the position.

  Paul and the Werewolf gave me a measured look before reaching behind him to unbind my legs. The scissor lock I had on him would have given a pro wrestler a run for his money. Paul parted my legs with little effort.

  He surprised me by burying his face right between my legs in a move so fast that I missed it in the blinking of my eye.

  I giggled and retracted my teeth. Paul was making some really scary noises between my legs…but the feel of his teeth and tongue couldn’t have been more gentle.

  My eyes fluttered closed. “Oh … damn …” I moaned. My legs locked around his head. This time the Werewolf didn’t seem to care.

  Paul continued to feast long after I had climaxed. When he raised his head he was smiling drunkenly and his own wolf teeth had retracted. Damn he was so cute with his tousled hair and satisfied look.

  My own eyes were hooded as I lolled in the chair, legs still over my husband’s shoulders.

  “Good?” I smiled lazily.

  He licked his lips. “Delicious.”

  I pushed him back with my bared feet. “Good. Now it’s my turn.”

  Paul’s golden eyes flashed something else. He fell back roughly on his back, eyes never leaving mine as he leaned on his elbows.

  Like water my body flowed over his as I slid out of my chair. Paul’s eyes were slits. He fell back with me covering him. I didn’t kiss him as much as I used my tongue to explore his lips and mouth.

  “Mmmmm …” he moaned. Since the Werewolf joined us Paul has gained a greater appreciation for taste. Just kissing alone was enough to bring him over.

  Beneath me I felt his erection inching upward between us; easily reaching his belly button.

  Abruptly I ended the kiss. He’d ruined my plans more than once, by cumming before I’d gotten the chance to feel him hard in my mouth.

  Paul came up on his elbows again and watched me as I slid down his body. His cock jutted towards my mouth insistently.

  My eyes looked up at him innocently. “May I take a feeding, my love?” That big-ass vein was pulsing in my face. How could I not ask?

  Paul hesitated, but only for a second. “Why not? We’ve tried just about everything else.”

  I let him watch my teeth lower to half-mast—no need to alarm the Wolf; but predictably Paul’s teeth grew sharp and long an instant later. His talons even came out. That worried me. Paul blushed sheepishly then retracted the talons. But I knew they’d appear in a split second at the slightest provocation.

  I flicked out my tongue until it brushed the sensitive head of his cock.

  Paul blew out a sharp breath. More confident I used my tongue to encircle the head and then I drew it into my mouth.

  Paul threw his head back and howled…not as loud as he could, but loud enough to probably wake the baby--good thing the baby was used to hearing her Dad’s howls. I took that opportunity to open the vein with my teeth. It was barely a scratch but evidently deep enough to cause the blood to flow. Paul didn’t seem to notice until I began to suckle…then it drove him so wild that his gyrating pelvis almost bucked me right off of him!

  He came way too fast, but I didn’t stop my feeding. Even after his cock was soft in my mouth I continued to suckle him. When the blood flow slowed I stopped the feeding sure that my frenzied sucking was making him sore.

  I let him slide from my lips admiring the fact that there was still enough of him to test the best of them, even spent.

  Paul released his breath. I guess he’d been holding it for a long time.

  Something about his expression made me look at him a second time. “Did I hurt you, Baby?”

  “Uh … a little.”

  I frowned. “Why didn’t the Werewolf attack me?” My succubus might enjoy a bit of the pain but the Werewolf did not.

  Then I noticed the grooves in the hardwood floor. His talons had come back up and he had used them on the floor instead of using them on me.

  I sat up alarmed. “Why didn’t you tell me I was hurting you?!”

  He sat up gingerly, a crooked smile on his face. “It wasn’t until afterwards … you know when my cock gets super sensitive and you were still going strong. But before then it was fucking hot.”

  I stood up, not too happily. “I guess we won’t be doing that one again-” I gave him a hands up and when he was on his feet he pulled me to him quickly.

  “Oh no. We are going to do that again.” His voice rumbled low. “Just … not right away.” He shifted his posture to adjust himself.

  I gave him an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry-”

  He kissed away my apology and cupped my face gently in his hands. “Never apologize for what the Vampire does, just like you told me to never apologize for the Werewolf.”

  “Yes. But I can stop if I’m hurting you. The Werewolf can’t. Next time tell me, okay?”

  “Kim …. ” I saw a slow blush travel up his neck to his cheeks. “I know that it sounds really kinky but—I liked it when it hurt.”

  “Oh.” I responded quickly … maybe too quickly. “Uhm … do you want me to … hurt you more?”

  He glanced up to the ceiling after an uncomfortably long pause. “Julie’s awake-”

  “She’s not crying,” I said not letting him off the hook so easily.

  “I should put her back to sleep before she’s fully awake.” Paul kissed my nose. “We can … talk about this later.” He seemed very uncomfortable about this. I wasn’t too comfortable myself.

  I’ve done plenty of outrageous and unconventional deeds as a Vampire from hopping from one lover to another to questionable actions with my donors that might be borderline … lesbian. So I’m not judgmental, it was his nervousness that gave me pause.

  I know he wasn’t going to ask me to dominate him because Werewolf would never allow that even if the pain turned him on. My brow drew together. Was he going to ask if he could dominate me? Maybe Paul wanted to inflict pain…maybe the Werewolf was making him want to do that to me.

  Paul pulled on his pants and watched me as he fastened them. “Leave that paperwork. When I come back down I’ll work on it.”

  No use in arguing over it so I nodded. I picked up my clothes. It was full dark; dawn for the Vampires. Daylight was no longer a death sleep for me, though. One of my acquired abilities is that I can walk during the day.

  Because we had a Council meeting tonight, I showered once again. Paul and I hadn’t had intercourse but Vampires have sharp noses and they can smell sex from a mile away. With the succubus in me I’ve been known to bathe three or four times in a day. Most Vampires—like my co-Council member Frank, bathes a few times a year … if that.

  Vampires don’t sweat. Also, we don’t get tooth decay so many Vamps don’t think about hygiene, especially the old school Vamps. The modern Vamps dress sharp and want to smell good but those of us that do are few and far between.

  I showered and even though it was early decided to get dressed for the meeting. I
know it may sound stupid but I’ve made it my mission to out dress any Council member in the entire nation. I have been snubbed in so many ways for being turned as a Third that had only attained a seat as a Master level Council member by the fact that I killed my predecessor. I just needed to remind myself by outdoing them in everyway that they are not better than me.

  I donned a simple black smock that I dressed up with a Missoni scarf and black Jimmy Choo sandals. The look was casual-chic. I decided to finish it with a pair of blue tinted Bulgari sunglasses.

  As a Vampire I needed no makeup but liked the look of glazed lips so I applied a deep burgundy gloss. I pulled back my golden brown natural that upon dying had twirled into coils that people spent hours trying to duplicate. I twisted it into a bun and then took a step back to admire myself.

  I saw a woman that I vaguely recognized as Kim Russell, raised by a single mother in the Cincinnati projects, who worked forty hours a week doing customer service for a shit boss making shit money. Glimpses of Kim Russell looked back at me but I suppose that I was no longer that woman. I was now an undead Council member, wife to Paul Kinninsky; Pack Leader to The Wolf Pack; the only known Werewolf pack in the states, bound to Alexis; Elder Vampire in exile and I was also the Master to tens of thousands of people—both dead and alive.

  Oops! Forgot to put on deodorant. Damnit, I cursed as I ran it under my arms trying not to get any on the black dress.

  And that is what separates me from other Vampires. I still have human reactions to things. Vampires don’t. A black Vampire born in the antebellum south would have no instinct to end slavery forever. A Vampire born a Jew during the Holocaust would be going against their Vampire sensibilities if they hunted down and tortured Hitler. A Vampire’s instincts are all about self-preservation; which is to only care about the things that affect them personally.

  And it’s the reason that Thirds are vilified. Generally our human instincts are still completely intact which means we follow our hearts not always our heads; I know I’m guilty of that. Which is the reason that my Council views me as nothing but trouble.