“That just makes me want you more.” Marie slid out of the SUV, her gaze following the druid through the windows.
“Maybe we’ll team up one day, who’s to say?” The druid opened Moss’s door with a flurry of her scent, raw and earthy, rich and complex. “I’ve gotten to the age where mundane sex bores me. Maybe I’ll strap on a…well, strap on. Why not. We can play at sword fighting.”
“Something is…amiss with you,” Marie said slowly.
The druid laughed, putting out her hand. Moss stared at it in a dumb-stupor, coherent thought laborious. Movement stiff and unpracticed. Her eyes sparkled and she withdrew her hand slowly before bringing up her other hand and sticking out a glittery blue nail with a sharp tip. The skin in her wrist dented with the pressure, and she drew that glittery blue across lightly tan skin. Crimson welled up in its wake.
The fresh scent of blood blasted through his awareness, firing all his nerve endings and surging electricity through him. He lunged for her, grabbing her wrist and yanking her toward him. She twisted and jerked her arm to the side, breaking his hold.
A lusty smile curled her full lips. “Shall I lead the way?”
Without a word she turned and stalked to the door at the side of the garage. He followed behind her like a starving dog sensing a meal. Through the door and she stopped at the kitchen, eyeing the fringe of curtains hanging half over the window. Her gaze took in the few ornaments along the window sill, large and colorful roosters with large plumage. They matched the brown and red roosters decorating the curtains, and that etched on the sugar and flower canisters.
“My, my. Someone really loves cock.” The druid’s eyes sparkled with humor. “It’s a different sort of cock than I am into, but to each their own.”
“It’s a farm theme,” he managed, summoning all his strength to attempt some sort of decorum.
“It’s some kinda theme.” She turned for the hall as Marie strolled through the garage door with the human-in-transition cradled in her arms like a baby. A smear of blood marked Felicia’s neck and a red trickle dribbled down Marie’s chin.
Moss’s legs lost feeling, and he sank down to his knees.
“Uh oh. Here we go.” The druid picked him up under the arms and hoisted him to his feet.
There went decorum. It had been a good effort.
Marie tsked. “Moss, this will be very embarrassing for you tomorrow.”
Didn’t he know it. But there was nothing he could do about it now.
The druid helped him into the last bedroom, the cock theme carried through in the curtains and on the bedspread. A wooden rooster adorned the dresser.
“Cocks everywhere,” the druid said as she directed him to the bed before shutting the door and throwing the lock. She huffed. “Stupid me. Vampire magic can unlock doors.” She shrugged, leaving it.
Her gaze snagged on Moss, laying on the bed, doing everything in his power to maintain control. She pulled her hands up her middle before reaching behind her. A bow and quiver drifted away to the side, her ability to keep them hidden amazing. Her knife came away a moment later, dropped to the ground.
“Ordinarily I’d just go for it, but I have a feeling you’ll rip through my clothes,” she said. “I need these for tomorrow.”
“Just say when,” Moss ground out, his voice rough and thick with strain. He dropped his head back onto the bed, desire pumping through his body. Hunger throbbing. “Just say when.”
“I’m going to fight you. Just so you know. I want to see if you can overcome me.”
“Stop fucking talking and fucking say when.”
“Hmm,” he heard, her voice silky. “Very cocky. Maybe this house was fashioned after you, only, you don’t get the joke.”
He didn’t give a shit about jokes. He needed to sink his fangs into soft flesh, and his dick into her warmth.
“Ready.”
That one single word flipped the switch. One minute he was focusing everything he had on control, and the next he’d given himself over to bloodlust entirely.
She said she’d fight. He’d seen her skill and ability. She thought she could handle it.
He’d let her try.
Four
He surged up, his age and vampirism lending him super human speeds, and his blood lust giving him a boost. He hit his feet in a frenzy, his fangs down and his cock aching.
She was ready for him, her nude body gleaming in the soft light from the window. Her hands waited at her sides and delirious anticipation spread across her face. One shapely hip was cocked sensually to the side.
He ran straight at her, seeing her hands dart up at the last moment. She struck him in the sternum with one hand and batted away his reach with the other. He pushed through it, hitting her body with his and ramming her against the wall.
She head butted him, hitting his nose and breaking it. He jerked back. Her hands grabbed his side, and then he was flying across the room, her strength incredible.
He fell to the ground, hearing her feet thumping across the floor to him. He waited a moment, strategy flitting through his mind. His goal programming his movements: blood.
She reached him, planted one of her feet, and pulled back the other, readying a kick. He grabbed her ankle and yanked, pulling her weight out from under her. She fell on him, her elbow out, cracking him in the ribs.
Blood dripped from his nose. Pain blossomed. His desire and hunger rose exponentially. Excitement vibrated through his body.
Invigorated, he rolled and took her leg with him, knocking her off kilter. She tried to bring her elbow down again, but he was ready. He flipped and caught her, pulling her down on top of him. He rolled quickly, using his heavier weight to pin her under him.
She shot up with her upper body, aiming for another head butt. He dodged to the side and grabbed her wrists, forcing them above her head.
She groaned in desire, her legs spreading.
“Take me,” she said with a breathy whisper.
He released one of his hands, holding her wrists with the other, before running his palm down her chest and over her budded nipple. He let his fingers slid over her smooth stomach and pulled off of her a little so he could reach between her spread thighs.
She ripped her hands out from his grasp, but he didn’t give her a chance to pummel him. He struck down with his fangs, digging them into her yielding flesh and releasing his vampire serum.
Her moan preceded her hands speeding across his back before rubbing down to his butt.
“Holy fuck,” she said, tilting her head away so he had better access. “Holy—”
If he could speak, he’d mirror her sentiments.
Her blood exploded across his senses, soaking into him and clouding his mind. Sweet and savory, the elixir was one he’d never tasted before, delighting him. Entrancing him.
He sucked, swallowing her nectar. Unable to fight just now. Not wanting to.
He slowly ground his hard cock against her, feeling her eager gyrating to match his movements. He released her neck and licked her wound before pushing himself up, allowing his dizzied mind to settle before continuing.
Her sparkling gaze tracked him, and she ran her palms down her nude chest, watching as he unbuttoned his shirt.
“That feeling is incredible,” she mewed, approval in her voice.
“We’re predators. We stun with pleasure before claiming our victims.”
“Yes. I like being your prey.”
Lust washed through him, and he quickened his movements. He shrugged out of his shirt before drifting his hands down to his fly.
“Let me.” She sat up, pushing him back as she did so. Her hot mouth fastened on one of his nipples before she ripped his fly open, sending shivers of anticipation through him. Her lips slid down his stomach, and her teeth nipped his fevered flesh.
He groaned and closed his eyes as his pants were pulled down. His boxers followed a moment later, released his hard length.
“Hmm,” she said in appreciation. “This will be a treat.”