Authors: D B Reynolds
"I'm surprised you knew that song.
You Keep Me Hangin’ On
by the Supremes,” he said unexpectedly. “That was before you were born."
Sarah smiled against his chest.
Okay, so maybe the second words out of his mouth
, she thought dreamily. “When I was in that nut house my parents found for me—” He growled softly and she laid a kiss on his chest in thanks. “There was this nighttime orderly. The hospital didn't allow any music; they said it upset the patients, but this guy thought that was cruel and unusual punishment. So he snuck in a radio and we used to sit there listening to music."
Raj made a grunting sound of disapproval. “Is that what you called it?"
She smacked his chest in the very same spot she'd been kissing earlier. “He was way older than I was, old enough to be my grandfather almost, and he liked the oldies so that's what we listened to. Motown mostly; he loved his soul music.” She was quiet for a moment, remembering and then she said, “I'm surprised
you
knew the song."
He huffed a dismissive breath. “I was running clubs in New York before you were born, little girl. And they weren't always the hot spots of Manhattan either. We started out with a working class dance club in Brooklyn back in the sixties."
"Huh,” she said, as though thinking heavily. “So that means
you're
almost old enough to be my grandfather, too."
Raj laughed. “Great, great grandfather, more likely, but who's counting."
Sarah snuggled closer, happy that he could joke with her and wondering when that
other
subject was going to come up and ruin her evening. Not much longer, it turned out.
"Sarah.” He took a deep breath.
Here it comes
, she thought.
"You can't be a part of this investigation any longer. Just listen,” he added when she sat up and glared at him, stopping her protest before she could draw the breath to voice it. “This has become vampire business, and any humans involved will only get hurt. You'll have to trust me to take care of this, to find Trish and the others.” He met her gaze evenly. “You do trust me, don't you?"
She gave him a narrow look. “That's a cheap trick, Raj.” He widened his eyes innocently. She blew out a disgusted breath. “Don't even give me that look,” she scoffed. She chewed the inside of her lip, then swore softly, “Damn it.” She drew her knees up and twisted around, so she was sitting next to him. “What will you do next?"
Raj rested his head on one muscled arm, reaching out with the other to circle her body, cupping her ass with his hand. “I'm going to find out who's doing this and tear him apart."
"It can't be that easy or you would have done it by now."
He grinned. “I know more now than I did a few days ago. I didn't get much from Regina, but I got enough to know where to look. Trust me, sweetheart. This operation is about to be shut down."
Sarah sighed, surrendering. “I can't sit here in the dark waiting for you. I'll go nuts."
He laughed. “Don't worry. I won't leave you in my dungeon."
"I didn't mean it when I said that."
"I know. But I don't think I've ever seen you that angry before. It was . . . impressive."
Sarah snorted. “It got you off your ass, anyway."
"Speaking of asses,” he patted hers appreciatively. “But first, I've got to call Em."
"Raj!” Emelie's voice was as frantic as he'd ever heard it when she answered the phone.
"Is everything all right there, Em?"
"Yes,” she said quickly. “It was you I was . . . Is Sarah with you?"
"Yes."
"Is she . . . okay?"
"Yeah, she is.” He mock-glared at Sarah when she grinned, obviously having guessed what Em's question had been and probably how she'd asked it too.
"Well, shit,” Em swore. “About fucking time, too."
"Listen, Em. I'll be back there before morning with Sarah, and I'll be staying. I want to hit the ground running tomorrow, so lay low tonight. If the guys want to feed from the vein, tell them to hunt the city, not the blood houses, and stay sharp. And I'm sure I don't have to tell you to be discreet."
"My middle name, boss."
"I never knew that."
"Kiss my ass."
"That's kiss my ass,
my lord
, to you.” Em's laughter cut off as he hit disconnect. “As for you, little one,” he murmured, pulling Sarah close and rolling her beneath him. “I have entirely different plans for
your
ass, although if you ask nicely, I
will
kiss it first."
Her ass and every other part of her body was deliciously sore when she stepped into the shower, her muscles like rubber bands that had been stretched too far. She ducked her head under the hot water, letting it soak her hair and run down her back. It felt good, almost as good as the long, hard heat of Raj's body when he stepped into the shower behind her and pulled her against him.
She let him support her as he reached for the soap and began running those wonderful big hands of his all over her body in a halfhearted effort to wash away the hours of sweat-soaked sex. She closed her eyes and leaned into him, half-asleep on her feet. “How long until sunrise,” she asked drowsily.
"A couple of hours,” he murmured. He wrapped an arm around her waist, letting it slide up until her breasts rested heavily on his smoothly muscled forearm. His other hand slid down over her belly and between her legs, his fingers rocking gently in and out. She gasped as he stroked over her swollen clit, the sensation like an electrical shock starting between her legs and traveling up her to her breasts where her nipples hardened in immediate response. Raj chuckled softly against her ear. “I might just fuck you for days after all."
She shivered as his words triggered memories of the last few hours, hours spent in a state of permanent arousal as the euphorics in his bite roared through her system over and over again until she was too limp to do anything but lie in his arms and tremble. She pressed her ass back against the hard length of his cock, kneading his thighs as she rubbed herself up and down, feeling his erection glide against her soap slicked skin. It was Raj's turn to groan, his arms tightening their hold on her, his hand between her legs pressing harder as he lowered his head to nuzzle her neck and shoulder, biting gently.
Sarah writhed against his assault, wishing he was right, wishing they could stay in his underground hideaway, safe in its soft glow and silken sheets while the world and its stresses went on without them. She heard Raj's breath quicken as he lifted her from behind, trapping her against the wet, tiled wall and spreading her legs with one knee as he slid his full length deep inside her. She shuddered and cried out his name, twisting around as his mouth came down on hers with surprising ferocity, crushing his lips against her teeth so hard that his blood flowed, filling her mouth and throat. She choked and would have pulled away, but he held her steady, not letting go. “Just a sip, little one,” he murmured against her skin. “It's important.” His cock continued to pound in and out, his fingers playing her clit, overwhelming her with sensation, distracting her so that she drank the warm blood reflexively. “That's my good girl,” he whispered, redoubling his efforts until the power of his blood hit her, and he swallowed the scream of her first orgasm. Not stopping, he stroked harder, faster, exploding deep inside her as his fingers brought her over the edge one more time and she joined him in a surging climax that roared through her body, leaving her hanging limp in his arms.
"Sarah."
Her eyes fluttered open. There was water all around and the air was steaming. “Oh, shit,” she gasped. Raj laughed and she slapped at him. She'd fallen asleep in the damn shower. “Very funny. This is all your fault, you know."
"If you're suggesting that I've exhausted you with my extraordinary sexual prowess, I am happy to take the blame."
She turned and yawned into his chest. “Am I clean yet?"
"Yes. As clean and sweet as always.” He reached over her shoulder and turned off the water. “Come on. Let's get you dry and dressed. We're going to the warehouse for the day."
"You're staying there too?"
"It's either that or we both stay here, and I don't think you want that."
Sarah thought about being locked in Raj's vault-bedroom all day, with him lying all but lifeless on the bed. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “But is there room for you over there?"
Raj laughed. “I think they'll make room for their lord and master. Besides, after last night, Krystof knows you're mine, and I don't want you too far away until this thing is done."
"You see this door?"
Sarah stopped and turned to examine the warehouse door she'd just walked through. She looked up at Raj with a frown of confusion. “Yeah?"
"You don't go past this door until I'm standing next to you."
Sarah gave him a skeptical look. “Yeah, right."
"I'm serious, Sarah. You're perfectly safe as long as you stay here, and I trust my human guards completely. If I didn't, you'd be downstairs with me whether you wanted to be or not."
Sarah opened her mouth to protest his usual high-handed treatment, but he was suddenly right next to her, pulling her against his chest. “I trust them, but I'm trusting you, too, Sarah. Don't make me come looking for you because I will find you. I've tasted your blood and you've tasted mine. You can't hide from me and I
will
be pissed."
Sarah stretched up to put her arms around his neck and tugged his face down for a long, slow kiss. “All right."
"Come on,” he said, putting his lips next to her ear. “I'll tuck you in.” Her entire body flushed with heat at the suggestion in his words and she glanced at her watch. Raj laughed knowingly. “There's time, sweetheart,” he said. “There's always time."
Sarah pushed aside the too warm blankets and rolled over. She might have been tired enough to fall asleep standing in the shower, but this bed was too hard and every time she closed her eyes, all she could see was Raj, his blue eyes glowing with satisfaction as she shuddered beneath him, wave after wave of orgasm rolling over her helplessly. She swore softly and sat up, reaching for the bottle of water she'd left on the cheap nightstand. As weird as she'd found the idea of drinking even the smallest amount of Raj's blood, there was only one word for what she'd felt as his blood rolled down her throat and his cock pounded into her body. Ecstasy, utter and complete ecstasy. Just thinking about it had her shivering eagerly, her breasts swelling, nipples hardening, that tight anticipation between her legs. She sighed and checked her watch. Hours to go yet. Raj would be laughing in his sleep if he could see her now.
But at least the little bit of blood she'd consumed had helped with the aches and pains after a long night of sex, especially since she'd been celibate for over a year. What soreness she'd experienced was already beginning to fade, thanks to the healing effect of vampire blood. Clearly, there were definite advantages to having a vampire lover. Apart from the incredible sex, of course. Cyn had dropped hints, more than hints really, of mind-blowing sex. But Sarah hadn't understood until now. And sex with Raj was more than just sex. It was, well, it was that trite old phrase . . . making love. There was more between them than simple sexual attraction. Way more. It seemed impossible that she could love someone after so short a time, but she did. She loved Raj. Absolutely, totally, head-over-heels love. Who would have thought? She laughed out loud and covered her mouth quickly, not wanting anyone to hear.
My God, what would her colleagues at the university think? Proper little Professor Stratton—her thoughts stuttered to a halt. But she wasn't Professor Stratton anymore, was she? That part of her life was gone. The truth was a dark cloud hanging over her happiness, and she shoved it aside along with the blankets. She wasn't going to think about that today.
She swung out of bed. There were hours to kill before sunset. Hours before she could see Raj and he could make her forget all about ruined careers. She sighed and looked around. Well, she might have to stay in the warehouse, but she sure as hell wasn't going to stay in this damn room all day. She needed to work off some energy or she really was going to go nuts.
Peeling off Raj's sweatshirt, she held it to her face, inhaling the warm smell that was eau de Raj. It was the only reason she'd slept in it, not that she'd ever admit that to anyone, least of all him. He wasn't exactly lacking in the arrogance department.
Or any other department
, she thought wickedly. Feeling somewhat smug, she donned a sports bra and underwear and then pulled on a pair of leggings and a t-shirt. She might have to stay inside, but it was a very big warehouse. More than big enough to give her a place to run.
An hour later, Sarah was pounding around the parked SUVs one more time, ducking instinctively as she started along the wall beneath the overhang of the mezzanine balcony. There were empty offices here and she wondered what this warehouse had once been used for. Manufactured goods maybe, from the good old days when Buffalo had been the heart of the steel belt. Now gone to rust like everything else.
She swerved away from the wall to avoid the open grids of the metal stairway and headed toward the living area. Simon was tapping away on his computers. He didn't even look up when she ran past, just as he hadn't on the previous nineteen circuits. She kept going until she hit the stairs again before deciding she'd tormented her body enough for one day and gave up. Besides, it wasn't like she hadn't gotten plenty of exercise the night before. She smiled at the thought and slowed even further, shaking her legs out in a small circle at the foot of the stairs, intending to go directly to her room and into a hot shower.
"Hi."
Sarah jumped about two feet straight up, spinning around to stare at the waiflike young woman sitting about a third of the way up the stairs.
"I'm Nina,” the woman said when Sarah blinked at her in confusion. “You must be Sarah."