Vampire Hunt pt.2

Jaime slid her arms around my neck, leaned her pointed hipbones against my thighs. The woolly scent of her sweater coaxed lust. She would taste as fresh and earthy as she smelled. I wanted to kiss her left breast where the artery branched from the heart.

"You're no novice.” She rubbed her body on mine. “You've done this before."

“Once or twice." I stoked her slender back. "In much greater quantities."

She reached behind my head to strip the band off my hair and finger-combed the mane full.  Her breasts flattened on my chest, the nipples hard nubs.  "There's something about you. I don’t know. Distant, removed, inhuman almost."

Surprised, I arched a brow. “Inhuman?”

"Sorry, I didn't mean it that way.” Her rosebud mouth puckered. “Unearthly is a better word. You look like an angel but the devil hides behind that handsome face, gleams from those bright blue eyes. Are you Lucifer, Bringer of Light?"

I smiled, drinking in the fragrance of her blood, tempting the Hunger. "If the devil granted your fondest wish, what would it be?"

"You." Her lips pouted ripe strawberry. “I know that'll never happen.”

My lips hovered over her neck, tasted skin whipped cream smooth. Desire like electricity shocked me. She quivered seductively.

I pecked a kiss to her cheek, brushed frothy curls back from her throat. "Come home with me."

"Not tonight." She grazed my ear with a red-lacquered fingernail. “Call me tomorrow.”

"I gazed at her through my lashes. "A big bed, a warm fire, and I’ll play a private concert for you."

"You're very persuasive." She ran her hands down my arms. "Very smooth, very persuasive. But I can’t upset Michael. He’s been drinking all day. He’s well—he’s not very nice when he’s upset and in his cups."

“Forget Michael,” I breathed against her throat and she rewarded me with a shudder. "What do you want, Jaime? What does your heart desire?"

"Perfect freedom.” She sighed, arched her back, spread her hands above my bowed head. “To live above the rules. Perfect hedonism. I’d wager you live above the rules or bend them to suit you, Lord D’Arcy.”

Like spring dew, dreams misted her bluebell eyes. Jaime’s hands drifted down to massage my lower back. As her eyes captured mine, she trembled like a bird when the cage suddenly opened and freedom became a terrifying reality.

Little girl, I could be your open door.

I'd made hedonism and passion an art. Like my brothers, I lived above human morality.  I now had reason to change.  I was in love with a mortal woman, even though she didn't yet know me.

Ah, but the hunger was strong.  Could I defeat my nature, especially tonight when temptation batted her eyes at me, asking me to take her? The libido always became tangled with the bloodlust.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” Jaime leaned back in my embrace and frowned. “I’m a dreamer not a fool.”

“We are each and everyone a fool,” I whispered.

"Whose fool are you?” Jaime stared into my eyes, dared me to bare my soul.

I didn't answer but gazed into the distance, into the past.  Jaime folded me in her arms, stroking my hair and kissing my face. I resisted but the demon reared his ugly head. My stomach cramped. My mouth watered. From the other room, music--Light my Fire. Fire licked through me. I kissed Jaime long and hard. She pinched my buttocks, spread her legs and arched her hips up, pressing her sex against my leg. I was losing the battle to be a good man, failing the test, but the craving for blood--starved as I was--overpowered me. As my lips fluttered on the jugular, she moaned deep in her throat. She was mine for the taking. Gently, I pressed needle-sharp incisors through her skin, into the vein. Her body molded to mine. “Real, dear god, real.”

A silken thread of blood wound around my tongue. Instinctively, my mouth opened wider, locked now to the promise of satisfaction. My name exploded from Jaime as I sucked hard, bruising tender perfumed flesh. She rose to tiptoe as if I’d sucked her into me. Her pelvis swiveled, teasing me to erection. With each swallow, I went deeper into Jaime. I'd probably have killed her then and there, but, like a gunshot, the door banged the wall.

"Slut." Michael's shouted.

I whirled out of Jaime's arms. The move invisible, instantaneous surprised a gasp from Michael and a cry from Jaime. Snowflakes of plaster drifted to scuffed linoleum.

My eyes were blood red. Blood dotted the corners of my mouth. I slid an arm around Jaime’s waist as she swayed, feeling behind her for support.

Anger and alcohol flushed Michael’s face. "What the bleeding hell's going on?"

I ran my tongue over my lower lip, erased proof that the pretend vampires with their games of bloodlust had invited the real thing.

"We're vampires after all.” Left brow arched, I smiled. “Jaime and I were trying it the old-fashioned way."

Michael performed a comical war dance. "Get the fuck away from her. Jaime is my girl. You keep your bloody noble," he made the word sound a cut below the garden slug, "hands off her. Do you hear?"

"I hear quite well, thank you.” I released his girl and lazily tucked my hair behind my ears.

"Real," Jaime breathed. “Don’t fuck with him, Michael. He’s a real vampire.”

“Oh right! He’s a goddamned cunny hound,” Michael shrilled.

“Watch the profanity, Michael.” Fangs punctuated my smile. “In the presence of a lady.”

As I strode toward him, I called and caught his gaze. The little fool tried to break free of the spell. My smile broadened--no masquerade--fanged. He fell back against the door, swiveling his shoulders, a butterfly pinned to the board, with his young heart hammering in his chest. He was afraid of me.

I was more afraid of myself. If I couldn’t control the beast, I couldn’t go to Isabeau.

"Pardon me.” Negligently, I waved a hand. “I can't very well turn into steam and ooze beneath the door."

"You arrogant bastard." The boy’s hands clenched and unclenched at his sides. "Stay away from us."

“Morgan, don’t leave,” Jaime said.

"Stand aside, Michael," I commanded.

He blinked once then obeyed. The next few minutes blurred. That taste of Jaime’s blood bedeviled me as I grabbed my coat and hurried to the door. The vampires called to me. Their blood scent was a symphony to my ears. A chorus of questions echoed behind me as I burst into the mist-shrouded night, slammed the door and mentally shot the lock.  In the kitchen, Michael shouted lewd accusations at Jaime.

My hands shook.  My veins cried like a starving child. Ragged gasps of breath burned my lungs.  I had to escape.  If I went back to defend her, I'd kill him. Running blind, I found my car, draped my throbbing body over the black canvas roof.

The sound of running feet snapped me upright. I swept hair back from my face. Jaime, like a vision and retribution from the past, pounded the pavement, her bare feet thudding, as she called my name. I clamped my hands to my ears. The night spun around me.
“Morgan, don’t go,” Jaime screamed, the sound penetrating my hands. “I want you.”

Frantically, I searched my pocket for the car keys, unlocked the door, slid into the leather seat and fired the engine. Jaguar exhausts and escape, how sweet the sound!
Jaime shook her fist. “You haven’t seen the last of me, Morgan, mark my words.”

Damn, I’d forgotten to wipe their memory slates clean, broken Vampyre Commandment Two, The Pact. My foot hovered over the brake. There was no way in hell I’d turn the Jag’s nose around.  If I did, someone would die. I floored the accelerator. My sleek red cat leapt into a curve, skidded on the wet pavement and righted with a flick of my fingers.

Homeward bound.