Something Wicked This Way Comes, Volume 2 Page 2

  “Who are you?”

  “I have friends,” the guy whined. “They will come, evil demon.” The guy twisted his head to shoot a murderous glare at the woman. “They’ll kill your minion too.”

  Confusion made Blaron frown. “My what?”

  The hunter jerked his head at the woman. “Her. Your lover who guards you while you are in your death sleep. Release me, son of Satan. It’s my duty to send you back to hell.”

  He hid a wince, glanced at the woman, and knew he couldn’t just allow her to stroll out of his home. She’d seen and heard too much. “Good luck with that, hunter. You’re the one who has been caught.”

  “My friends will come and they’ll kill you and that hideous bitch who feeds you. I can see why she’d sink so low as to protect a monster. She’s one too.”

  Blaron noticed instantly how the woman’s features paled, she lowered her head to allow some of her curly blonde hair to drop forward to hide the worst of her scars, and her shoulders sagged a little. Anger hit him instantly that the insulting words had made her courageous spirit withdraw. Only a strong female would attack a larger male, to come to a neighbor’s defense, both of which she’d done for a stranger. He admired her for that. She was female, probably sensitive about her flaws, and he moved before he allowed his temper to cool. His bare foot nailed the rude bastard in the side.

  The hunter gasped from the pain, the sharp kick knocked him against the bed, and he blacked out. The female raised her head, realized what Blaron done, and she stared at him with a mixture of amusement and finally fear.

  “I detest rudeness from a guest, especially an uninvited one.” He paused. “My apologies, lass.”

  She held his gaze confidently and licked her lips. The sight of her pink tongue darting out did something to his body that stunned him. His cock twitched, filled with blood, and he lowered his sword in front of him to rest the tip on the floor. The flat metal hid his response by keeping his kilt from lifting in the front.

  “Five years ago I awoke to a burglar who decided to try to rape me at knifepoint. I fought, he sliced my face a few times and stabbed me.” She paused, emotional turmoil making her voice tremble. “I fought back. He ended up dying while I survived.” Her eyes glinted with pride. “I’m not so pretty anymore but I’m still breathing. I count that as a win.”

  “Why did you try to save me?”

  “It sucks being awoken to some jerk intent on causing harm. I’ve had that done to me. You haven’t eaten anyone on the block, I assume you’re bag-fed since you get those nifty deliveries, and we sleep during the same hours.” She hesitated. “I have a live and let live policy. I don’t care what you are as long as you’re not hurting anyone.”

  Shock tore through him once again. She knew what he was or at least suspected. He could see it in her wary regard. He wondered if she figured it out after disarming the hunter from the weapons used to kill a vampire according to myth or if she’d guessed long before. She knew about the blood deliveries to his home from what she’d mentioned and had taken note of the fact that he hadn’t fed on anyone on the block. Yet she still came to my aid. It made his cock stir more, the blood he’d drunk before his shower flowing there, and he wondered how vampire-friendly she would be if she guessed how attracted he was to her.

  “Even if you aren’t technically alive, the motto still applies.” She took another hesitant step closer. “Could you please move? I’m up past my bedtime and I assume you are too. I’ll leave you to deal with him. As far as I’m concerned I never saw him, this didn’t happen, and you’re just a regular guy.”

  “Nay,” he murmured. “You can’t leave yet, lass.”

  She backed up, alarm registering on her face, as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t make me regret what I did. I have heard no good deed goes unpunished but it would suck if that’s true.” She grimaced. “Forget the suck part. Bad pun I didn’t intend to make considering the circumstances.”

  Blaron really liked her. He managed to stifle a grin. “We’re not safe. My home has been invaded and his friends may be watching it. They tend to travel in groups. You’re a target if you leave. They believe you’re in cahoots with me.”

  He didn’t believe it. Group hunters traveled in packs but they also attacked in them. They’d have arrived already if the hunter had friends watching his back. Blaron wasn’t willing to allow the woman to leave yet though. She intrigued him. Spending a little more time around her proved too tempting to resist.

  He’d release her when he was ready to. She posed no real threat to him once he abandoned his home. He’d have to move, no longer safe where he lived after one hunter had found him. No one would believe her if she decided to rant about vampires. No one ever did.

  “I’ll not harm you.” He wanted to assure her of it, feeling the brute if he frightened the wee bonnie lass after she’d shown such bravery. “I wouldn’t sleep days if I knew you were harmed because of me. I also wish to know why you came to my aid. It was very courageous of you to help knowing you’d be facing me.”

  “I actually thought you’d be sleeping.”

  “I don’t fall to my death sleep when the sun rises as they portray in movies and books.”

  Interest sparked in her pretty eyes. “Really?”

  “Truly.” He glanced at the water gun. “Holy water is just wet, the spike would’ve hurt something fierce, but I doubt that scrawny wretch would’ve gotten close enough to me to do any damage. I tend to be a light sleeper.”

  “I bet.” She shifted her stance. “So what happens now?”

  “I need to call some friends. They’ll come get him and us. We need to go somewhere safe.”

  Her gaze flickered to the thick drapes covering the windows, sun lighting the edges. “The sun is up.”

  “That’s unfortunate but I’m old enough to withstand a little of it before I suffer any real damage.”

  He didn’t miss the curiosity in her gaze. He guessed she wanted to ask him his age but refrained.

  “I have a gun in my pocket. I’ll be perfectly safe returning home. I just live across the street and I have no qualms about shooting idiots.”

  He grinned, unable to resist. She was brave and cute. “Thank you for not pointing it at me.”

  “I doubt bullets would hurt you.”

  They’d hurt all right but he wasn’t about to admit that. She wouldn’t be able to kill him but if she shot him enough times she’d sure slow him down enough for her to flee outside. He wouldn’t dare pursue her into the sunshine with those injures. He kept that information to himself.

  “I’ll make that call.” He backed up for the phone on the table, lifted it, and his body tensed in case she attempted to dart past him. He glanced away to dial but she remained still. The phone rang a few times and someone at the club answered.

  “I’ve been compromised,” he stated softly. “A hunter is tied up and I need an evacuation for three immediately.”

  “Yes sir.” The male growled. “We’re coming.”

  He hung up and moved to keep his kilt from lifting, his weapon pointed down in front of him to do it, and also not to alarm the lass.

  “They are coming.”

  “Who are they?”

  He hesitated. “Friends.”

  “Not vampires?”

  “No.” He made sure to keep his sword in place even as his body started to cool. He noticed a discoloration forming on her cheek, having missed it before, and realized she’d been harmed. “He hit you?”

  She reached up and rubbed the spot, her fingertips brushing tenderly over the area. “It’s okay. He flopped around a bit when I tagged him with the stun gun and he got lucky before he fell down.”

  Blaron moved before he considered she might feel threatened as he advanced. Her arm dropped and she backed up instantly. He paused but continued to advance.

  “Easy. I’m just going to take a look.”

  She bumped into his desk, not having anywhere else to go, and he paused feet in front
of her. He noticed her shorter height, realize she really was a wee bit of a lass, and his hand rose to trace her skin. She was soft, warm, and peered up at him with a mixture of fear and curiosity. His body responded to her appealing scent and her lovely eyes.

  “I’ll not harm you.” He lowered his voice to a husky tone.

  His gaze lowered from her eyes to the mark on her pale skin. It was slightly warmer and he inhaled, picking up a very slight hint of blood scent coming from her. He wanted to groan as his body tensed and his fangs began to ache under the gums where they were hidden, matching the awareness of his equally affected cock.

  “He cut the inside of your mouth.”

  Her eyebrows shot up with surprise. “How did you know that?”

  His fangs grew longer and he muted the groan he nearly uttered. “I can fix it for you.” He traced his tongue over one fang, careful to keep them hidden from her, and lowered his head. “Will you trust me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  She was too damn cute. “Close your eyes, tilt your head back and open your mouth.”

  “No way. I had a boy tell me that once and he tried to kiss me.”

  “That’s what I plan to do. I can heal you with my tongue.”

  She strained against the desk. “I think that’s a bad idea and I don’t even know you.”

  “You came to my aid. I owe you, lass. Allow me to heal what that wretch did. It won’t hurt. I promise I won’t be biting you.”

  Chapter Three

  Kilt was absolutely the sexiest guy in Matty’s opinion. His eyes stared deeply into hers and she had the urge to allow him to do anything he wanted. She wondered if he had an ability to control someone’s mind but she didn’t feel any different. The inside of her mouth did hurt and the coppery taste of blood wasn’t her favorite. The fact that he promised not to bite or hurt her made her less afraid.

  A gorgeous, half naked man wanted to kiss her to fix her boo-boo. He’s a vampire. Don’t forget that, she warned. Too bad I wasn’t hurt in a more interesting place. That thought made her want to wince. The mental image of the tall, muscular vampire dropping to his knees to lay some lip on other parts of her body assured her that she’d spent way too many years dateless without sex.

  Matty decided to do something rash. She’d learned how short life could be after she’d nearly lost hers. Regrets were a bitch. She wanted him to kiss her, wanted to feel alive for once, and Kilt was too much of a temptation to resist. You only live once and what do you have to lose? Your life isn’t exactly exciting.

  “Okay, but only because you haven’t eaten any of our neighbors and you haven’t even tried to disarm me. I’m willing to trust you.”

  He smiled, his lips pressed together, and lowered his head more until their faces were a mere inch apart. His eyes were stunning and something she could stare into for hours without getting bored. She remembered he’d wanted her to close her eyes, which would have totally screwed up that “look into my eyes” movie stuff if he were trying to control her mind.

  She closed them, tilted her head back and slightly parted her lips. Her body tensed, waiting to see if she’d just made a horrible mistake or if he was as honest as he seemed. He got credit for not denying what he was.

  He wasn’t a butterfly kisser, a man who just tenderly brushed his lips over hers. The vampire was more direct. He dominated with force when he took possession of her mouth by firmly covering hers with his. His tongue invaded, delved inside and explored. He tasted sweet and he knew what he was doing.

  Her hands splayed on his chest for something to cling to, another surprise because for a dead guy, he was literally hot. Firm muscles were just under his skin and his arm wrapped around her waist to tug her tightly against his firm body.

  She felt something hard press between their bodies but it was shoved to the side and she realized it had been his sword. She barely noticed the sound of it bumping the wood of the desk and the soft thump when it hit the carpet.

  The arm around her waist adjusted her a little until her butt shelved on the top of the desk and his hips pressed against her thighs. She spread them slightly, lost in the passion that surged between them, and didn’t care that it should have alarmed her to respond so strongly to a stranger when he deepened the kiss.

  His hips nudged against her legs tighter, spreading her wider apart, until her robe parted enough for the soft material of his kilt to brush her inner thighs. That wasn’t the only thing she felt as another hard object pressed against her mound. It wasn’t his sword this time and she knew he was as aroused by their kiss as she was.

  His free hand curved around her ribcage and he cupped her breast through the material. She moaned against his tongue and her hands trailed up his chest, loving the feel of him, and wrapped around his neck. Her fingers slid into his platinum tresses until they found his scalp, pulling him even closer. He had silky, wonderful curls that felt right laced around her fingers. His touch on her breast was firm as he squeezed. She moaned louder as a throbbing ache between her thighs made her spread them farther apart, hoping he’d step closer.

  She felt his fangs extend while they kissed but it didn’t alarm her. She ran her tongue over the point of one and he growled deep in response, his hips grinding against her pussy, and desire turned into a burning need to have him inside her. Matty couldn’t remember wanting a man more.

  His hips moved in a way that mimicked fucking her, the hard press of his cock rubbing her clit, and even through layers of clothing it was enough to make her hotter, needier and insane with wanting him. She didn’t care he was a vampire or that she wasn’t one to end up sitting at the edge of a desk wrapped around a stranger. All that mattered was he didn’t stop.

  Kilt released her breast, bowed his back to put room between their stomachs, and his hand slid between them. She felt a tug at her waist when he yanked on her robe belt. It came free and he used his hand to pull it apart to open it up. Her legs wrapped around the back of his thighs, trying to pull him closer, but he stopped rocking against her.

  He found the bottom of her nightshirt, jerked it up, and his big hand withdrew. She tried to break the kiss to protest the fact that he wasn’t rubbing up against her clit anymore, a little stunned at how fast things were progressing between them, but his mouth followed hers when she attempted to pull away. She wasn’t trying hard since she had a death grip on the back of his head to keep him tight against her mouth. Her heels rubbed his warm legs that were exposed below his kilt.

  Something crashed to the floor near the desk when he knocked things out of the way by clearing the top of it with a sweep of his hand and her back pressed against the hard surface. He came down on top of her, bending over to keep her flat. Her legs rose and wrapped around his hips.

  His hand returned to her, wiggling between their bodies, and she felt a tug at her hips. She didn’t care since there was only his kiss and the need to be taken by him. Material bunched between her stomach and his, and strong, sure fingers stroked her clit. His touch drew a moan from her and she gasped into his mouth. They were skin to skin, her panties gone, and the feeling had to be the best thing she’d ever experienced. Her body burned and she used her grip around his hips with her legs to try to make him enter her.

  Matty knew she was close to climax. The guy rubbed circles over the swollen bundle of nerves and her body tensed. He leaned closer, his hand withdrew from between them, and the thick crown of his shaft pressed against the slick opening of her pussy. His mouth tore from hers right as he began to enter her with his cock. He was incredibly hard, it felt amazing, and she cried out as her head tilted back. She was coming before he’d even worked his thick shaft all the way inside her.

  His mouth brushed a kiss on her neck and a jolt of pain sent her over the edge into a blinding climax as pain turned into sheer pleasure. White hot waves of it slammed her as he began to pound in and out of her body, her vaginal muscles flexing tightly around the thick shaft that penetrated her deeper.

  She cried o
ut, a small part of her mind realized he’d bitten into her, fed on her blood, but it felt too good as another climax gripped her. Her fingernails clutched his head tighter against the cradle of her neck and the big, powerful body nearly crushed her. He groaned against her throat and his body shook with enough force the desk under them rattled. His fangs withdrew, a hot tongue swiped the bite, and he cursed softly as he continued to spill his release into her welcoming body. Warmth spread inside her pussy from it, nearly triggering a third climax.

  Matty was in a daze, panting, her body going lax as she fought the urge to drift to sleep. Her eyes opened when he raised slightly, his face all she could see, and his incredibly gaze held hers. Passion and satisfaction were two emotions she could understand as he peered at her, because she probably had the same ones on display.

  “Ah lass,” he murmured. “I didn’t mean to bite but I couldn’t help it. That was remarkable.”

  She licked her lips, tried to think, but the room began to spin as she suffered a moment of lightheadedness. The gaze holding hers seemed to darken in color and flash regret.

  “I’ll take care of you. You’re such a wee one and I took much. It was the passion. You’ll be fine. Sleep. I will protect you with my life.”

  For some insane reason she trusted him. He’d just taken her blood, had sex with her, and she closed her eyes. A sense of peace filled her before she blacked out.

  Blaron shifted his gaze to her neck. He bent, licking at the drops of blood that remained on her healing skin. He hadn’t meant to bite into her but he couldn’t have stopped for anything. The passion that had flared between them had been a force not even a vampire as old as he could resist.

  His spine stiffened when he realized there were two added scents inside the room now and two sets of lungs that hadn’t been sucking in air before. He jerked his head around to glare at the two men who stared at the floor just inside the bedroom. Both wore leather from neck to foot, had arrived far too quickly in his opinion, and neither met his angry glare.