The Brethren Of Tavish [Vampire Coven Book 1] (11 page)

“Toilet,” he said and smiled.

“We had a certain area in the iceberg to
relieve our needs. Men had one, the women another far in a cavern in separate
directions. I think ours was the coldest cave Daddy could find so we did what
we needed to do fast. As it was, my behind was always frozen afterwards for
some time. I think I’m jealous a man can pee standing up. Kia told me, and it
makes perfect sense now that I’ve seen your forbidden area. It doesn’t seem
fair, especially to ice dwellers.”

She didn’t tell him she had watched herself pee
in the bowl-toilet, her legs spread wide. It had been fascinating. All covered
in fur and trying to get done so fast, she had never bothered before. The fine
spray of warm yellow had a slight odor. She had felt it with her finger.
Afterwards she had showered. Mercy had used the soap on every part of her body
leisurely, including her wiggly toes that she loved to look at. She was
introducing herself to her body and came to the conclusion she liked what she
saw.

Tavish pulled the light cover on the bed back
and gazed at her naked flesh before he climbed in beside her. Mercy moved into
his embrace and lay quietly while he stroked her hair and kissed her forehead.
He trailed his fingers down her arm.

“Are only men allowed the pleasures of touching
skin?” she asked.

“Do you want to touch me?”

“I think so—yes.”

Tavish pushed the covers to their ankles and
lay back, watching her with a big grin on his face. She loved his laughing eyes
that encouraged her on. Mercy knelt beside him. She had touched his chest
before so she started there. His skin was soft, but underneath was solid.

“How strong are you?” she asked curiously. “My
father was strong, so was Jarrod. Jarrod was second youngest to me. All alone,
they could push huge boulders and blocks of ice I couldn’t even budge.”

“I could crush those things into tiny pieces
with one blow.”

Mercy stilled. The image in her mind made her
frown. She remembered poor Jarrod, big strong Jarrod, dangling high in the air,
helpless and flailing, terrified. The vampire held him by one hand. Mercy felt
Tavish rub her hip. His touch was gentle and comforting. She told herself his
great strength was to protect her, not to hurt her. He said so himself.

“Your forbidden area, what’s it called?” she
asked.

“The proper term is a penis, but you can say,
cock, dick, rod, prick, pecker, junk.”

“And my forbidden area?”

“Vaginal area, up inside your vagina is your
uterus where a baby is carried. Men call your sex a pussy, or more derogatory a
cunt. You have a clit and a nub. Love cave.” He was grinning.

“And you called my breasts tits.”

“Tits, hooters, boobs,
knockers, jugs.”

“I like the word tits.”

“Really?
I’ll remember that.
And what about
your
forbidden area? By the way, that’s
the last time I want you to refer to it as that.” To make a point he slid his
fingers against that area.

“Love cave is sweet, but it would sound strange
coming from you. I like pussy. My mother had an old book with pictures. She
taught me to read the words and there was a pussy cat. It looked soft and cute.
I feel soft down there and to me it looks cute. I like your penis but I like
better how my insides are tucked away. Like a mystery.”

“I always do love a good mystery,” Tavish said
and winked at her.

Mercy looked at his forbidden area. It was
large but not as large as she remembered. Tavish took her hand and guided it
over him. He was soft and smooth, the area beneath was covered in dark hair.
Large sacs hung. Mercy smiled.

“There was a cock in the story. A proud rooster
who strutted about making all the hens
turn
their
heads. Like you turn mine,” she said.

As she continued to stroke his cock, it grew
firmer. Intrigued, Mercy looked closer. She heard Tavish chuckle. Her body
scooted lower to see him better.

“Your cock has a life of its own. The more I
rub,
the harder and longer it gets. Why?”

“I’m aroused.”

Mercy’s face was only inches from his maleness.
She had him gripped in both hands experimenting. She also noted when she rubbed
harder he groaned or grunted. He didn’t pull from her. He was gentle when he
touched her, so she was careful with him. Oddly enough, she began to wonder if
a woman tasted a man the same way Tavish had tasted her. Could she put her
tongue and lips on him? Or would he be annoyed? After all, his cock seemed a
bit more defenseless than a pussy when it came to teeth. She glanced at Tavish
to see what he would do. She pressed her lips against his cock. He closed his
eyes; he didn’t look concerned so she took that as a go-ahead to continue when
she wasn’t reprimanded. Mercy opened her mouth and took him in. She was careful
not to use her teeth. She could feel her tongue on his underside. Then realized
if she shifted any area could be his underside, because this strange thing was
like an odd limb.

Back and forth she moved while listening to
Tavish moan and grunt. He filled her entire mouth and still there was more to
him. His hand was in her hair pushing her up and down. He liked what she was
doing. She tried hard to take every inch, but she gagged and could pull him no
deeper. It annoyed her but this was her first attempt. She satisfied herself by
playing with the two round sacs. As she sucked him her gaze settled onto the
rounded globes. They were soft. Mercy released his cock and put one into her
mouth.

“Shit,” Tavish said.

Mercy released him and sat up with concern. She
knew the word. Her mother scolded when her father said it and he was always
angry when he said it. Mercy was about to run from the room. Tavish must have
sensed her concern, he grabbed her arm.

“Easy, little cub.”

“I made you angry?” she whispered.

“No I’m not angry, you startled me. It felt
good.”

“But you said a bad word.”

“I know a lot of them. So do my men. We don’t
always use them in anger. What bad words do you know?”

Tavish didn’t look angry.
Just
curious.
He went back to stroking her arm. Mercy glanced about. She
wasn’t supposed to say those words. “I know the one you used.”

“Shit. Yes, go on.”

“Asshole, bastard, goddamn, and…”

“And?”
His eyes were filled
with laughter.

The last word she knew was the one her mother
despised the most. Mercy leaned forward and whispered in his ear. “Fuck.”

Tavish flipped her onto her back making her
squeal. “I like that word best,” he said gruffly.

“Why?”

“It means this.”

Tavish surprised her when his hard cock slipped
up into her pussy. Mercy groaned. Her legs were spread beneath him. She shifted
and gripped his elbows to meet his thrusts. Her knees pulled up, then as an
afterthought, she wrapped her legs around his waist. In and out he stroked
until she was breathless.

“So fuck means this?” she asked and panted.

“Yeah.”

“I think it’s now my favorite word too.”

Mercy waited for his bite, but it never came.
She was a bit disappointed. She had liked the feeling of being one with him
when he was in her thoughts as well as her body. His thrusts became more
demanding. Tavish had wrapped his arms around her to hold her still. With her
eyes half closed, she felt like she was in a bear hug.

“Do you like that?” Tavish asked.

Mercy groaned. “Yes, I like it when you push
hard and fast. It makes my insides want to feel that special feeling.”

“An orgasm, it’s when you come, and I want you
to come hard. I want your whole body to feel it.”

Tavish pumped even faster. Instinctively, Mercy
guessed he was moving much faster than a human man. She had witnessed his
stealth on more than one occasion when he was in one place and seconds later
another. His hand buried into her hair, keeping her locked beneath him. The
thought made her smile. She was his treasure, and she felt naughty for wanting
him to play rough with her.

She didn’t know if she should but she said,
“Fuck me harder, please.”

Tavish groaned and then smiled. He obliged
until Mercy could barely breathe. The sound of his thighs hammering against her
was louder than the crashing ice. A cry tore from her throat. That feeling
engulfed her. When she screamed Tavish covered her mouth with his. Her face was
thrust up to meet him. Her tongue was sucked into his mouth and Mercy got lost
in his taste. He was amazing and breathtaking. Mercy could feel this thing he
called ‘come.’ She didn’t just come; she went to a magical place where only she
and Tavish existed.

When Tavish lifted his head and their mouths
broke contact, she buried her face into his neck when he bellowed out an animalistic
roar. Mercy was happy knowing she could make him feel as amazing as she did. He
was at the same place she was. She wished they could stay in that place
forever. Tavish was still pumping hard and she wondered if he would come again.

A movement in the corner of her eye made Mercy
look past Tavish’s shoulder. She then screamed in absolute terror. Tavish
roared when she screamed. Mercy screamed again and from the look on Tavish’s
face, she knew he suddenly realized her screaming wasn’t due to the fact they
were fucking.

Tavish literally flew off her and spun in the
air. But not before Mercy caught sight of his white eyes, fangs and now sharp
dagger-like fingernails. Mercy didn’t know what was more horrifying, Tavish or
the massive polar bear sitting on its haunches with a giant paw
raised
in the air. The bear had white eyes, massive claws
and fangs close to a foot long. Mercy fainted.

* * * *

Tavish floated to the ground and looked at
Mercy who was spread eagle and unmoving. His poor little cub was as white as a
ghost. “We need to work on your timing, Ursus,” Tavish said grouchily.

You called, I came.
The bear grunted.

Tavish walked to the large creature. He took
her great head into his hands and ruffled up her fur. Tavish kissed her muzzle.
With his white eyes, he spoke into her mind and told her he loved her.

I love you, too,
was the gentle
guttural grunt in response.

“I need your skills my friend,” Tavish said
aloud. “It will be dangerous, so stay as safe as possible. I need you to find
Remo.”

It won’t be hard, he
stinks.

Tavish chuckled. He knew Remo and his men drank
from male polar bears after they sported with them. Ursus would have no problem
smelling him. Remo would then use the hides to keep his captive humans warm and
the meat to feed them.

I wish to meet the
little cub.

Tavish was a bit surprised. Ursus usually never
bothered with humans except to track them for him. “She will be very frightened
of you.”

“You talk to the animal? Does it answer?”
Tavish heard whispered from behind him.

Mercy was on her knees with the sheet pulled
around her. The look on her face was a cross between pure terror and absolute
intrigue. Her entire body was shaking so hard the sheets jiggled. Her gaze
roamed over the bear from head to paws and back again. She blinked hard and
swallowed a few times.

“How beautiful and alive,” Mercy whispered.

Tavish new she had a fondness for living
creatures. He had seen her life was made up of carcasses. She looked as
longingly at Ursus as she had the bunny. “Ursus, this is my little cub,” Tavish
said.

Ursus lifted her paw in greeting. She
rambled
a series of grunts and growls.
She is different from your others, Master.
More vulnerable
to males.
See her fingers twist in a life of their own to touch me because
I am alive. If she aches to touch even a polar bear, you had best beware. Keep
her close.

“What’s she saying?” Mercy asked.

“She’s impressed with your hair color. Most
humans she’s seen are dark. She smells your innocence and thinks I need to keep
a close eye on you.”

“My hair is like hers, white.”

“Yes. Ursus saved your life by finding out you
existed. You looked like her hybrid cub when I pulled you out of the hole you
were in. I have a feeling she’ll be watching over you too,” Tavish said.

“Thank you, Ursus,” Mercy whispered obviously
still in awe.

Once more Ursus lifted a huge paw and waddled
from the room. Tavish went back to Mercy. He settled her back down and pulled
her head into the crook of his arm.

“Tavish?”

“Yes?”

“Remember I told you there was a man I was told
who came to our iceberg before I was born? He had escaped his vampire masters.”
Mercy seemed to hesitate.

“Go on.”

“He said a polar bear helped the vampires hunt.
But the vampire was cruel. He hurt women.”