Vampire Cadet

Vampire Cadet

(A Paranormal Military Vampire Action Romance)

By Nikki Hoff

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Chapter One

Shannon narrowed her grass-green eyes as she glared at the prisoner who was tied in a spread-eagle position. His arms and legs were tied to the posts on the bed with steel chains which he couldn’t break no matter how hard he tried.

She inspected her nails. “Faris, I’m getting rather tired of this. Where is Ra’ad Khan?”

Her nemesis, Ra’ad Khan, was a former captain of the Iraqi Republican Guard. He’d ditched the army to join a Middle Eastern terrorist cell. Intelligence information showed that he’d landed in San Diego four weeks ago, and she was desperately searching for him while she’d set up base in an abandoned warehouse. The old, derelict building was now her personal headquarter. Shannon was a Sergeant Major in the United States of America’s army – and her current mission was to capture Ra’ad Khan, if not alive, then dead.  

After a lot of false starts, she’d finally managed to catch his underling Faris Naheen who was currently her resident guest. Faris would talk, she was sure – all she had to do was to find the motivation to make him tell her all his dirty secrets.

He sneered. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. You’re mad. It’s illegal to tie me up like this. I’m an American citizen. You can’t do this to me. If your superiors get to know about this inhumane treatment, you will lose your job.”

“Not if I give them Ra’ad Khan’s head on a platter. And you, dear Faris, are going to help me do that,” she said with confidence.

“I don’t know who this man is that you’re talking about?”

She narrowed her eyes. “What nonsense? How dare you claim not to know your boss?”

Faris wriggled his hands to twist the chains. There wasn’t much he could do to free himself, but she enjoyed the consistent effort he made.

“He is not my boss. I’m an ordinary man. All I have is an electronics shop downtown which I own. I’ve never even been arrested for a speeding ticket. You can check it with anyone.”

“You’re a terrorist.” She whirled to point a finger at him.

He screamed. “What crap is this?”

She sighed. “Faris, terrorism is also illegal in America. Or did you forget about that small detail before you enlisted in Ra’ad’s terrorist cell?” She hummed slowly as she paced around the room, close enough so he could see her without lifting his head.

The quicker he broke, the faster she could move to the next part of her mission. Faris was unimportant. He didn’t know much, but he was a link to Ra’ad. Did he know where Ra’ad was? She doubted it. But he could point her in the right direction.

“You’re mad. Crazy. I don’t know what you’re talking about. I am not a terrorist. A poor man is what I am. Let me go!” he yelled.

“Yell all you want,” she said in a bored voice. “No one is going to hear you. We’re far away from civilization. And dear Faris, I’ve proof that Ra’ad was given electronic equipment from your shop to make a bomb.”

“That’s not true.”

Sashaying over to him, she bent to thrust her face near his. “Yes, it is. I’ve pictures of you together in the shop. My assistant was monitoring your shop and caught him in the camera. If that imbecile hadn’t dawdled in placing a call to me, I would’ve caught you both red-handed.”

He blinked his eyes rapidly. “Maybe…I sold something to someone without knowing their identity. I am not required by law to see their IDs before selling anything.”

“Good try!” she said. “But I also have recordings of your phone conversations with him. And in that you’re discussing how you would gather the relevant equipment to make a bomb that can be detonated by remote from a distance.”

He blinked rapidly as if trying to come up with a reasonable explanation of why he would be discussing such a plan with a known terrorist. “I’m not saying anything else. I want my lawyer.”

“You’re not getting one,” she said in a dismissive voice as she moved away. Shannon paced the room as she outlined her strategy. She needed him to tell her the whereabouts of the terrorist. He might be an underling, but Ra’ad had needed him because Faris knew the area and could provide useful equipment. He would have been forced to divulge some of his secrets to Faris.

Shannon’s biggest worry was to catch Ra’ad before he made the bomb and placed it somewhere. He was a ruthless and cunning man. She shuddered to think of what he would do if got away from her. No! Losing out to him wasn’t an option. If she wanted to save innocent lives, Faris was her only chance. Time was running out fast. Ra’ad had been in the country for four weeks. It was enough time for him to choose a target and reconnaissance it. She needed to catch him FAST.

And that meant she had to find a way to open Faris’s mouth.

“You can’t detain me like this. I demand to be handed over to the police.” Knowing that she had proof against him, he suddenly changed his tune.

Shannon glanced at him. If she handed him over to the army or the police, it would take them ages to make him confess everything he knew. He would get a lawyer who would put up a hundred obstacles in front of them – and in the meantime, Ra’ad would be free to do whatever he wanted.

Damn it! Why did it always fell on her to save the day?

Shannon strode back to his bed. “I’ve ways to make you talk, Faris dear.”

“You can burn me, cut me, or hang me from my hands to the ceiling. There is nothing you can do to get anything out of me. I’ve seen worse than you in my life.”

Shannon laughed. Now he was really showing his true colors. She couldn’t afford to make any mistake. This man was probably trained by Ra’ad personally. He very likely had many tricks up his sleeve. She would have to tread very carefully. Oh yes, indeed. “I doubt that you’ve seen anyone worse than me. And I assure you, I have far more exotic techniques than a mere burning or cutting,” she informed him.

He stared at her, his eyes narrowed in anticipation, his lean face showing bathed in sweat. If he wasn’t such a weasel, she might have found him good-looking. Shannon raised her hand to open her hair clip. As her soft hair fell about her face, she began unbuttoning her shirt.

“What are you doing?” his eyebrows raised. His tongue licked his bottom lip. “Can’t resist me, can you, baby? Oh yeah! Free me and see what I do to you? I will pound into you like a bull. You will weep with joy.”

Shannon threw back her head as she peeled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor. “Why don’t I make you weep instead?”

He tugged at his restraint at the sight of her curvaceous body and her milky, white skin. “Come on, baby! Untie me.”

“Why don’t we have some fun first?” She unhooked her bra and threw it aside. With her hands, she cupped her breasts, squeezed her nipples, making them erect and hard.

He was panting now. “Oh yeah! Oh yeah! Show me more.”

“I will show it all to you,” she purred as she dropped her pants and her panty. Shannon stepped out of her shoes and sauntered over to the bed. She climbed it, positioned herself so that her knees were on both sides of legs and began to open his trousers. She drew them all the way down, leaving him naked and exposed. His penis was already hard and standing erect. “Lovely! Someone is in the mood for some good loving.”

Shannon ran a hand up from his calf to his knee and then on his thigh. His muscles quivered under her delicate touch and his cock swayed towards her as if seeking her attention. Ignoring it, she moved her hand up his belly and began to open his shirt button. With each button, she took her time, slowly stretching upwards until she finally managed to open the last one. Her breasts were now touching his chest, his penis pressed against her stomach.

“Untie me.” He twisted with a violent jerk. His hands jerked as if he couldn’t wait to get his hands on her.

Shannon took no notice of his anger. Instead, she raised herself up to push a breast close to his mouth. His lips parted to take the offering but just as his mouth closed on the soft bud, she pulled away. “Not so soon!” Gently, she brushed the nipple back and forth across his lips. He raised his head to take it between his lips but she rose up higher to keep it tantalizingly out of his reach.

“You bitch.”

“I’m all that and more,” she chuckled as she pressed her breast against his jaw and then slid it down to his throat.

Even though she’d devised this play to bring him to the breaking point, the foreplay was having an effect on her. Already, her vagina was moist and warm, humming with sensations. With great leisure, she began to kiss his chest. Slowly, taking her time, she trailed a line of kisses down to his belly button. With her tongue, she circled the depression and then thrust her tongue inside it. His hips arched and he shuddered. Shannon slid her tongue down to the juncture between his thighs.

Panting with lust and an uncontrollable need, Faris tried to twist his hips and slide the penis in her mouth. She thrust it aside with her tongue, instead using it to circle his balls and licking the underside of his quivering cock. She cupped the sides of his hips to stop his movements as she slid her tongue down his naked skin.

“Untie me.” He demanded with a scream.

“Oh dear Faris, aren’t we having fun?” she said as she took the skin of his thigh between her teeth and tugged. She worked her way down, her nipples brushing against his legs. Suddenly, Shannon sat. Her breasts heaving she looked down at his rigid penis. “Time to stop,” she declared.

“What? No,” he groaned.

“Then talk, Faris,” she put her hand on his balls and massaged them with care. “I’ll continue as long as you keep talking.”

“Shit! You bitch!”

Her hand stilled. “Not that kind of talk, Faris.”

Shannon had years of expertise in manipulating a man’s libido. She knew precisely to make him last for hours or allow him to reach a satisfying climax within moments. Faris had no chance. He was hers – but he didn’t know it yet.

“Tell me where Ra’ad is.” She touched the tip of his penis with her finger.

“He has my loyalty,” he groaned as his cock throbbed under her touch.

She ran her hand up and down his shaft. “That isn’t going to serve you well at this time. You don’t want loyalty. You need some good loving,” she purred as she moved her fingers rhythmically, squeezing his cock, rubbing it with just the right amount of pressure.

He didn’t say anything but his eyes closed in rapture at the movement. His breath hitched in his throat. She could hear the pounding of his heart as it galloped in his chest.

Seeing that he wasn’t talking, she stopped the movement and made a move as if she was getting off the bed. “Alright, Faris. You win. I’ll stop.”

“No. Wait.” He nearly screamed. “Untie me and I’ll show you heaven. When my cock is inside you, you will be squealing with pleasure. I’ll make you come till you cry.”

“What a lovely image,” she said dryly. “But I need some answers first.” She gripped his shaft in two fingers and squeezed. “Are you going to talk or should I stop?”

He gasped as her fingers exerted pressure, sending waves of undiluted desire sweeping through his body. “I’ll tell you everything,” he breathed out the words, his voice heavy with need.

Suppressing a cocky smile, Shannon bent over to slide her tongue on his balls. “Talk, Faris,” she mumbled.

He groaned and arched his hips. “I’d leased an apartment for him. He stayed there for two weeks until all his men joined him.”

“How many men?” She delivered delicate kisses on his penis.

“Six men.”

Shannon took the tip of his penis in her mouth and sucked greedily. He squirmed under her. Seeing that he was close to a climax, she slid his cock out of her mouth and gave him a moment to cool down. “What was their nationality?”

Her hand rubbed his cock ever so gently. She kept the rhythm slow so as to make him writhe with need, but not enough to tip him over the edge.

“Three Arabs, one American, and two Europeans,” he wheezed out the words as his body quivered under the sexual assault.

“What was the address of the apartment?” She ran a hand up his belly and rested it there while the fingers of her other hand manipulated his shaft.

He gave her address. Shannon knew the place. “When did he leave and why?”

“He wanted a safer place. I don’t know where he went.”

Her hand stilled on his cock.

“Oh No! No. Don’t stop. I swear…I don’t know where he went.” He jerked his arms and legs violently as he tried to free himself.

She saw the desperate glint in his eyes and knew he was telling the truth. She leaned down, pressed her breasts against his penis, and began to move. His cock, a prisoner within the confines of her soft, milky breasts, vibrated. “Do you have any way of contacting him?”

“I’ve two cell numbers. He told me to call only in emergency.”

“What are the phone numbers?”

He recited the numbers. Fortunately, Shannon had an excellent memory. She could hear something once and never forget it. “Good job, Faris! You’re really a most remarkable man.”

“Has he selected a target for the bomb?”

“Not yet.”

“Are you sure?” She sat.

“Last we talked, he wasn’t sure. He said he would take some time to decide. It had to be a place that would deliver the maximum damage, that’s what he said.”