FireWolf (3 page)

The pile of ash that was Xavier collapsed with a shocking finality. Hector pawed at the ashes, clawed them around, and in a move that made Hailey bark in amusement, peed on them.

The vampires nearby collapsed with the source of their power gone. Those who hadn’t tried to attack would wake the next morning with memories of a dark life, but no powers.

The inky evaporation of Xavier’s energy inside her caused Hailey to retch again, but when she was upright, Hector nudged her back to the entrance of the Café where three peculiarly glowing humans were standing together.

“Thank you both, Hailey and Hector. Your visit was the last that we needed to appear for.” Adam was smiling, his arms around both Cathy and Robert. “You can clean up and get some rest in room five. It will be safe now.”

Cathy smiled, her cornflower blue eyes bright. “We have spoken to the powers that be and the motel will remain until you leave. Your car is also being brought here and, when you wake, it will be outside your door.”

Hailey smiled, “You are ghosts? The undead? This is a spectral motel and café?”

“Yes. How did you guess?”

“Just luck, I suppose. It isn’t my first.” A wave of fatigue ran through her, buckling her knees and sending her into Hector.

“It was nice meeting you, and have a nice afterlife.”

Robert spoke in his quiet voice, “The possibility of one is all we have ever wanted.”

Hector took the key that Adam handed him and carried Hailey to room five, tucking her into bed. “You know, I spend a lot of time with you draped on top of me. I consider it a good sign.”

“Just because I have been under a little stress, doesn’t mean I will fall all over you.” She was just being bitchy, but it made her feel better.

“Yes it does,” he said with a perky grin.

How he could look so cheerful when his body was marked by bites, gouges and scratches was a mystery to her. But he did look wonderful.

What looked even more wonderful was the enthusiastic erection that seemed to crop up whenever she was nearby. “Hector, you know I am wondering if it wouldn’t be better to solve the virginity problem now, before another power mad vampire wants me to prance around with him.”

He crawled on top of her, his arms and legs caging her in. “Is that your polite way of asking me to fuck you?”

She tried to shrug like she didn’t care, “It was just a thought, I mean if you don’t want me. I completely underst…” Her words were cut off as his lips came onto hers in a heated kiss. She loved his warmth. Xavier had been so…cold.

She twined her arms around his neck, lifting her breasts to rub against his chest in a slow and thorough caress. They both shuddered at the contact. Hector sucked her tongue into his mouth and the wetness that she produced almost embarrassed her. There was nothing to be embarrassed about though, she wanted him inside her and her body was encouraging that moment.

He reached between her thighs and slid two fingers into her core, widening her to receive him. When her hips were bucking against him and she was mindless and mewling, he slid in a third finger for a few strokes, then moved over her and fitted the head of his cock to her slick flesh.

She looked into his eyes as he shifted his weight over her, thrusting and retreating until he reached the barrier that was the source of all the fuss. He gripped her hands and held them beside her head as he drew back and then rammed through her hymen.

“Holy hell!” She would have punched him, but his grip on her hands kept her from it. Her body quickly cauterized the wound in a flash of heat that widened his eyes.

He was grinning, sweat dripping on his forehead and slicking his chest. “What the hell was that?”

“Cauterization. Did I scorch you?”

“A little.”

“Served you right.”

“I would say I am sorry, but I am not, now…can we finish?” He shifted his weight just enough to send a slight ripple of pleasure.

Hailey fought for a straight face and failed. “Go ahead, but I am going to chew you out for this later.”

He grinned his agreement, nuzzling at her neck and slowly drawing back until she could feel him scraping and sliding almost out of her and then a sharp thrust back into her waiting body.

The repetition took on a mindless pattern and Hailey’s enjoyment came out in moans and sighs in time to his hard thrusts. She could feel her body tightening under his, trying to strangle his cock to get at his genetic material. He howled his satisfaction an instant before she did, both of their bodies straining to stay together in the most primal of fashions.

As their galloping hearts slowed, Hailey noted that they beat together now. “Do you think that the motel will disappear while we are still in it?”

He rolled to one side and tucked her against him, his hand caressing her skin as if trying to memorize all her textures. “I say we stay here until we are too hungry to ignore it, even if we end up bare-ass naked in the snow bank.”

With the slight tang of blood from her virginity overriding the musk of their tangling, she thought about it. “I am game if you are.”

* * * *

Hector
scooped her up and carried her to the bathroom. The room had all the comforts of home, a mini bar and a lovely bath and shower combo. His little fire wolf was madly in love with the showerhead and if he didn’t get in there to defend his honour, she may choose to spend her life with it.

He wondered how long he could stay with her without telling her that, yes, her fire wolf was a little funny looking.

For now, the shower.

The Menu at Café Nowhere

Scorcher Hot Wings

In honour of Scorcher, I have decided to share my hot wing recipe with ya’ll. You do not need everything in the sauce, but you should try and have a balance of hot, sweet, sour and savory.

Step one: Make the sauce 1 bottle of chicken and rib sauce (your choice of brands)

1 cup of Lousianna Hot sauce

1/2 cup white vinegar

1 tsp salt

1 tsp chili flakes

1 tsp black pepper

1/2 tsp ancho chili powder

1/2 tsp chipotle chili powder

1 crushed and minced dried habanero

1/2 tsp onion powder

2 tsp spicy pepper medley (club house brand seasoning) anything else you can think of to throw in.

Whisk the sauce and spices together in a large bowl and set aside. You will be spooning out sauce onto the finished wings, so do not contaminate the whole batch by throwing the wings in.

To fry the wings:

1 two kg package of tipped and split chicken wings

1 Litre of Canola oil

3 pairs of tongs

Yup. that is it. Heat the oil to 350 degrees (use a candy thermometer in a Dutch oven if you don’t have a deep fryer). With one pair of tongs that you will only use for the raw chicken, place about 10-12 of the wing sections in the hot oil. Cook for 8-10 minutes, waiting until the temperature on the thermometer has risen to at least 300 degrees. With a clean pair of tongs to be used only for this section, remove the wings from the oil and place them in a large heatproof bowl (glass or metal). Pour a few ladles of sauce over them and toss to coat. Remove the coated wings from the bowl (Using the 3rd pair of tongs) and place on a rack over a baking pan in the oven at 220 degrees Fahrenheit. Repeat until all the wings have been cooked. The wings can be served immediately, or frozen for enjoyment later. They freeze fantastically and make a welcome addition to any movie or football night. (To microwave the frozen wings, place on a plate and heat at 50% power for six minutes.)

About the Author

Viola Grace was born in Manitoba, Canada where she still resides today. She really likes it there. She has no pets and can barely keep sea monkeys alive for a reasonable amount of time. Her line of day job tends to be analytical which leaves her mind hopping to weave stories. No co-worker is safe from her character analysis. In keeping with busy hands are happy hands, her hobbies have included cross-stitch, needlepoint, quilting, costuming, cake decorating, baking, cooking, metal work, beading, sculpting, painting, doll making, henna tattoos, chain mail, and a few others that have been forgotten. It is quite often that these hobbies make their way into her tales.

Viola’s fetishes include boots and corsetry, and her greatest weakness is her uncontrollable blush. Her writing actively pursues the Happily Ever After that so rarely occurs in nature. It is an admirable thing and something that we should all strive for. To find one that we truly like, as well as love.