Urban Vampire: The bookset 1-3

  I felt his hands move to the buttons of my sheer blouse. I put my hand over his to stop him. ”Wait.”

  ”One drop of blood will ruin this.” He continued to unbutton the blouse. He was right, of course, but I wasn’t wearing a bra.

  ”Ahh!” Another cramp gripped me like a vise. It was worse than the others and would have brought me to my knees if Tony hadn’t caught me. I could feel him pulling me to him. I was groaning in agony. How could it overwhelm me so quickly? I felt my blouse being roughly tugged from my pants and then it disappeared along with the wrap.

  Tony pulled me to him. He had his head turned away so that I was facing his neck. I could smell his blood through his skin and I wanted it in my mouth.

  ”Oh God!” I cried at the sight of his offered neck. I wanted to taste him so badly.

  Tony pushed me away roughly.

  I stumbled back a few feet.

  His teeth were extended, and veins had popped out in his face. He growled angrily. ”No! Not in here! Never say that in here!”

  “I ... I’m sorry. I wasn’t thinking.” I grimaced, lightheaded. I had to be feeling shitty if I was standing naked from the waist up and not caring that a Vampire had shoved me half across the room.

  He sighed and pulled me to him again. “Distend your teeth.”

  I started crying tearlessly. “I can’t. I don’t know how!”

  His hand reached out to cup my cheek. “We don’t have time for the nice way. The sun will be rising soon.” He squeezed my cheek, and I thought he was going to break my jaw!

  My hands came up to claw him, and my teeth distended into sharp points. Tony caught my hands, turned his head, and offered me his neck.

  I could think of nothing but staying the hunger pains. Tony’s neck had somehow transformed into food now. His neck was succulent, and I wanted to trace the length of it with my tongue. I could feel drool dripping from my mouth.

  I struck like a snake. Even though I was in the grips of a feeding frenzy, I remembered not to rip and tear at my food. I had the desire to sink my teeth in deep and to draw and suck at the salty sweetness that flooded my mouth.

  An animal growled in the distance.

  No.

  The growling sound came from me.

  I drew back a bit.

  Tony groaned. I wasn’t sure if it was in pain or with pleasure until his hands dropped to my hips and he pulled me taut against his pelvis. Oh my! He was hard and big and pressing against me. The feel of him made me bite all the harder, but it also made him groan louder. He liked it. He liked that I was biting him and being fed by him. It was doing something crazy to me!

  Intense waves of pleasure coursed through me. I was holding his ass, pulling him against me so that I could roll my hips against the thick, hard bulge that stabbed at me. I couldn’t think straight. Whether it was from the hunger or from his thick cock grinding into me, I didn’t know. When I couldn’t imagine I could feel any better, something tugged at my nipple and I almost choked. Tony’s fingers were lightly pinching them. I groaned, and I flicked my tongue back and forth against the wound in his neck. He groaned and palmed my breast, covering it with his big, soft hand. I sighed into his neck and sucked harder, drawing the blood faster and faster. I threw my leg up over his hip so that I could connect with him. He groaned and rolled his cock against me. I almost lost it. I pulled him against me even harder, forcing his cock against me.

  Tony moved his hand to my ass and mimicked my movement while his other hand continued tweaking and tugging my nipple in a way that made my body quake. I needed him inside me! I couldn’t take it anymore. The taste of him, the feel of him was more than I could bear.

  His knees bent, and he thrust upward. My mouth opened and blood spilled down my chin. My tender clit swelled at the contact of his bruising thrust.

  “Do it again!” I begged.

  Tony planted his hands on my ass and lifted me.

  My legs went around him, and I held on. My eyes focused on the blood running from the holes in his neck, and I couldn’t stop myself from planting my lips on his neck again. I lapped at it, the thick liquid coating my tongue until it pooled in my mouth and ran down my throat. “So good …” I muttered. I pushed my hips forward trying to force his thrusts against my clit again and again. I’d never done anything like this. It was as if I was a wild woman—and I didn’t care. I’d never been so completely consumed with need, hunger, and sex wrapped into one. I needed to touch him. I dug into his pants and wrapped my hand around his hard shaft.

  “Oh fuck …”he growled and spun us, pushing my back against the wall.

  I’d never before made sounds like the ones coming from my throat, choking, gurgling growls as I held onto his cock, pulling and grinding against it. Now that he had me braced against the wall, he forced my head away from its death grip on his neck. A growl of disappointment spilled from my lips, but then Tony pushed his hand into the front of my pants.

  I didn’t need to breathe but I did as I hitched in a ragged breath and allowed my head to roll back to the wall. He palmed my pussy and then thrust two fingers inside of me. I’ve been finger-fucked before, but it had never felt like this. I cried out as his thick digits worked my pussy as my muscles clenched around them. My hand was still in his pants, and we worked each other rapidly.

  “I need to come!” I choked.

  He finger-fucked me faster, swiping my clit each time his fingers buried into me.

  My grip on his cock tightened and held as my body gave in to the intense buildup.

  His mouth opened, and a low growl rumbled from his chest like some wild animal. I felt his sudden swell in my hands, and I knew he was about to come, too. He pumped into my fist rapidly. I looked down at our thrusting hips and moving hands. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, and I could feel my honey releasing and gushing from me just as I felt his hot slick semen all over my hands. His strong grip on me tightened painfully, and my legs locked me in place as we both pumped against each other. The sounds we made were inhuman, primal, and only intensified the pleasure now coursing through me.

  I wanted more.

  I wanted more blood and more fucking.

  I could barely think, and my body couldn’t stop spiraling in orgasm. I watched the blood run in slow rivulets down Tony’s dark chest, a beautiful contrast of red and ebony. I had tunnel vision, and everything around me began to slowly disappear! My body felt heavy, and I knew why. I forced my eyes to the window. A thin thread of pink could be seen in the night sky. I was still coming … and so was the sun.

  Tony staggered as he moved us to the bed, probably sensing the coming dawn as well. He removed his hand from my pants, and the clenching muscles that gripped his fingers spasmed. I felt weak and heavy, and my body protested the loss of him, but only for a second because my tunnel vision closed to a pinpoint. I felt myself falling back as he lowered me to the bed. And then the world was nothing but total blackness.

  ~***~

  I woke up not knowing where I was or what had happened, but my head pounded like a hellafied hangover.

  I groaned and froze. I was lying under the covers of an oversized black bed. For a split second I thought the bed was outside sitting on a rooftop, and then I remembered I was looking at a ceiling twinkling with artificial starlight. I was in Tony’s bedroom. Last night had been ... wow!

  I scrambled to a sitting position and looked down at myself. I was naked from the waist up but was still wearing my pants. I touched my face. No blood there. Someone had cleaned the blood from me and removed my shoes and then draped the comforter over me. I looked around. Tony wasn’t in the room.

  I felt warm at the memory of last night, and a soft smile spread across my face. What is this? How can I be feeling this man so deeply? I recalled the wild abandon I felt while taking his blood. Drinking blood made me want to … fuck. And I don’t mean sex. I wanted to be wild and out of control and to rip and drink. Was this bloodlust? I had done my fair share of dry humping and finger-fucking and mut
ual masturbation—don’t judge me! But dry humping had never been like that before! And if dry humping was like sex, then what would sex be like? I mean the type of sex that is the balls deep kind of fucking that you did when you were truly hot and bothered. I shivered. I was not completely over what had happened, and I was working myself up again.

  I flung off the comforter and wondered where Tony was. How could he be up and about so much sooner than me? I climbed out of the bed and pulled on my blouse, slipped on my heels, and ran my hands through my loose hair. I hadn’t had to comb my hair since turning into a Vampire. I blew my breath into my cupped hand only to discover that Vampires did have morning breath.

  But at least I didn’t have to pee.

  I used Tony’s bathroom to freshen up and headed downstairs to the second level where I heard music. Tony was in his private music room listening to R & B instead of jazz. It wasn’t played loudly, but I could hear it clearly. I remembered Tony had mentioned that we were linked to each other and that I wasn’t experienced enough to cloak my whereabouts. He had been surprised to learn that I had not detected our link. I tried now.

  When I opened my mind, things got weird. I could hear people talking even though I knew that no one else was in the house other than Tony and Mei Wah. I could hear cars and telephones ringing. I was hearing the nearby neighborhood. I could smell things, too. Mei Wah had eaten some type of pork for his evening meal. Tony... I could smell him! I remembered his smell from last night. It was akin to fresh-baked bread. I knew it wasn’t his true smell, but I knew his smell because he was my kin, my liege.

  I reached out with my mind to locate that connection between us. It felt like a line. Funny, but there were two of them. I didn’t have time to explore further because Tony was standing in front of me.

  ”Did you do that on purpose?” he asked.

  ”What?” I asked. My eyes scanned his form in appreciation. Damn, he was one sexy man. He was wearing black jeans and a dark shirt with the cuffs rolled up. The shirt was loosely untucked, but I could still see the broadness in his chest and arms. While he talked, I focused on his mouth … mmm.

  ”You called me.” He gestured to his head. “Here. It’s something we can do within our liege.”

  “You mean I can make you come?”

  ”Very easily.” His eyes twinkled. “Oh, you mean come to you? No. We still have free will.”

  I felt myself grow warm at my poor choice of words.

  He gave me another sexy smile and then leaned forward and brushed his lips against mine. “Good evening, beautiful.”

  I shivered. He smelled like something edible. He gave off a smell that reminded me of fresh-baked goodies. But I was far from hungry—at least the type of hunger that could be satisfied by food. I wanted to touch him but felt a little shy. We’d nearly fucked and yet he was still a stranger to me.

  ”How do you feel this evening?” he asked. “Of course you felt damn good a few hours ago ...” He had jokes today—bad ones, but it was cute.

  I rolled my eyes but smiled. “I feel fine. But how do you feel? I think I almost killed you.”

  ”Vampires won’t die from being drained. But it’s damn uncomfortable.”

  He led me into the media room, walked over to a remote control, and the room flooded with a subtle glow.

  ”Would you like to watch TV, listen to some music? I need to finish up some things in the other room. Then we’re going to need to take care of your hunger situation.”

  My hunger situation? Which hunger, because I only had one going on right now. I tried not to be a complete slut about it, but memories of last night’s escapades left me warm and tingly. I suppressed the surge of warmth wishing that I wasn’t too shy to ask him about the intensity of my feelings—the intensity of everything. Everything seemed magnified, including the rapid attraction that I felt for him.

  ”Make yourself at home.” Then he disappeared. Literally. He was there and then he was gone. I sighed in disappointment. He had things to do, but I wanted some of his attention. I needed to make more sense of things.

  Mei Wah entered the room a minute or two later as I was trying to figure out how to work the remote control to the entertainment center.

  ”Good evening, Miss Kim. Would you like me to show you how to work that?”

  ”Hi, Mei Wah. No, I think I’m going to go down to my quarters.”

  ”Mr. Brett has delivered your clothes. If you find anything to your disliking, please let me know and I’ll have it returned and replaced.”

  I beamed. “Thanks, Mei Wah”. I didn’t think I’d send anything back, though!

  Because I was in heels, I didn’t want to risk using my super speed going down to my quarters. It would suck to twist an ankle at the speed of light.

  Mei Wah had come in and cleaned. The bed was made, and the new clothing was lying on the bed or draped across a chair. Damn! Tony had bought me an entire wardrobe!

  I luxuriated in the Jacuzzi experimenting with some of the bath oils until I got a scent that made me happy.

  I rubbed my skin with shea butter then slipped on a set of my new lingerie. I decided on a buttery cream wireless bra with matching lace boy pants underwear. I had to look at my butt in the boy pants and do a little dance. I looked around to make sure no one had crept downstairs, because the last time that happened, a woman lost her hand.

  Thinking about that unnerved me. So did the memory of taking the Lord’s name in vain. It made Tony uncomfortable to hear me say it. No ... That wasn’t quite right. It hurt him. But it had not affected me at all. What was that about?

  I put it in the back of my mind and went through the selection of clothes. I decided on pale gold slacks and another pale sheer button-down blouse. This time the blouse hugged my form in a fashionably urban yet sophisticated look.

  This outfit was crying for my thin gold chain. I dug through my overnight bag and found my jewelry box securely tucked in the bottom of it.

  Sitting on the faux white fur of the bed, I dumped out the contents of the box. Everything twinkled in a mess of earrings, bracelets, and chokers. I was never good at keeping my jewelry separated, except my diamond earrings, of course. Those were a present to myself, and they were safely tucked into their own personal velvet-lined box. I used an empty clothes hanger to nudge things aside, and the crucifix lay tangled with the chain I wanted to wear and one of my dangly gold loops.

  I looked at it, mesmerized. Kaniji had lost her hand touching it, but how is it that I could say, “God.” There, I just thought it, and nothing happened.

  I reached out. I would only touch the tip, and then it wouldn’t brand its impression into my flesh.

  My hand started shaking before it got within inches of it. Kaniji’s hand had been smoking. My fingers had looked like sausages after touching silver for only a split second.

  I took a deep breath and pressed my finger against the crucifix before jerking it away.

  Zing!

  I jumped with a yelp. I gripped my hand and squeezed my finger. Wait a minute. The finger that touched the crucifix wasn’t throbbing. The side of my pinky looked seared.

  I looked at the heap of jewelry. I leaned in close. My pinky had brushed the back of an old watch that had long since been relegated to the jewelry box. The back of the watch was sterling silver.

  I gasped.

  I reached out and picked up the crucifix.

  Oh ... my ... God.

  CHAPTER 7

  I heard knocking at my door. I had removed the silver jewelry and left it in a wooden bowl I had found on the bedside table for Mei Wah to dispose of, but I wrapped the crucifix in cotton and placed it on the bureau next to my bed. I decided to keep my discovery to myself just in case Tony didn’t know everything Thirds could do.

  ”Come in.”

  Mei Wah entered. “Tony would like you to join him in the living room, if you please.” He smiled. “You look beautiful this evening, Miss Kim.”

  ”Thank you.” I followed him up the s
tairs. “Mei Wah, how long have you been with Tony?”

  ”Since the beginning, ma’am.”

  ”The beginning? 1929?”

  ”Yes, Miss. My mother died during the Depression. My brothers, sisters, and I didn’t know who our father was, and to be Chinese in New York during the Depression was ... not easy.”

  ”How old were you, Mei Wah?”

  ”Seven, Miss. Mr. Tony took my family to a safe house that he owned. He made them go to school and learn a trade. But me, I wouldn’t do what he asked.” Mei Wah chuckled. “I never went to school. I would follow Mr. Tony from a distance. One day I discovered his secret. It was strictly by accident as Mr. Tony had shielded this from my family and me. By then I was twelve, and I swore to stay by his side and to be his personal assistant.”

  “So, you’re not like us? You are actually human. That means you’re pushing ninety.” I wouldn’t have taken him to be older than fifty or fifty-five.

  He smiled. “Yes. My relationship with Tony has affected my aging process. I figure that my life span has doubled, maybe even more.” He glanced down. “I have outlived my siblings and many of my nieces and nephews.”

  “I hope I’m not being too personal, but did you ever want Tony to turn you?”

  ”He offered, when I was at the peak of my life. But if I was like him then I would not be able to assist him during the day. I’ve always been his assistant. I don’t want to live to see anyone else do the job.”

  I smiled in understanding. Their relationship was special. It wasn’t Master/servant. Tony had been a father figure to Mei Wah, and as it sometimes happens, Mei Wah was now like a father to Tony.

  He pressed his hands together in front of himself. “Miss Kim, if I may be so bold, I know that you don’t know Tony very well and that this may be a strange journey for you. But Mr. Tony has never allowed a woman to live here other than Kaniji. You may not understand this, but having a liege creates an incredibly strong bond. If you ever feel doubt then you can examine that link because it will never lie to you.”