Vampire Food 08: He Smelled Like Peach Pie (20 page)

“But Em is used to it.”

Salt groaned, waggling his head from side to side in sarcasm. Rory was obviously resisting an urge to laugh. “Em had a first time just as you are now doing.”

The conversation was doing nothing to alleviate the strangle hold that Mia had on his cock. The poor piece of flesh was beginning to feel strangled and he wanted this to be over and done with. Somehow, it was not turning out to be nearly as enjoyable as he had imagined. He put his hands to Mia’s shoulders, massaging them gingerly with a hope of relaxing her. “Are you enjoying this at all, Mia?”

“I’m trying. I guess I’m just nervous.” Salt withdrew, pushing slowly back into her, Mia reached back, grabbing his leg and digging her nails into it. “Please don’t move so fast.”

“Mia, if I move any slower, I won’t be moving at all. We cannot just sit here for the rest of the darkness. Our cocks need friction to remain erect.” He was losing his patience with her and that was a bad thing. She needed both of them to be patient and go with the flow of her fear and desire.

Mia relaxed slightly, her inner muscles softening enough to offer him a sense of relief. This would be far easier if she wasn’t so damn tight to begin with. This adventure should have been left for a future night after…after what? She was a vampire and her muscles would never stretch out like a human woman’s might. She turned her head to look at him. “I’m sorry. I really did want to feel this and I will try to keep my body relaxed. Can the two of you move now?”

He nodded, keeping his desires under wraps as he slowly began to flex his hips. Rory did the same, setting an opposite pace so only one man was completely within her at any given time. Mia remained relatively still as she was rocked between them. Salt feared that it was going to be a very long night.

Mia went slack, and then it came, the rapid crush of her pussy as it rattled his cock with her climax. Salt allowed his own body to find the completion that he had been keeping at bay.

Rory grunted softly, the lack of enthusiasm in the sound testament to the weak sensation of his climax. It was the same for him, the flush of fluid not giving him the intended final impact that he had come to expect with Em. Mia was not Em.

* * * *

Em wiggled her hips, her nose crinkling as she glared at him. “What the fuck did you do to me? My pussy and ass feel like they have bugs crawling in them. It is the weirdest thing.”

Shanagar couldn’t help but laugh. His vampire mate had described the sensation in the same way. Should he explain, or just wait for it to end and show her what had happened? “Be patient, Em. Things take time.”

“What things?”

“My blood has other weird properties besides the scent. It is even more noticeable when my blood is given to a female vampire.”

She sat up, rubbing her pussy on the bed and then bouncing up and down as if it was driving her crazy. “How bad is it?”

“Really bad. It feels like I have a ripping case of crabs or something. Did you have something on your hands?”

“No. It gets bad before it’s done. Let me know when it’s over.”

Em glared at him and turned to get up. Shanagar grabbed her arm and dragged her back down to the bed. He pounced on her, holding her down with his body as he crushed her with his lips. Em softened slightly, obviously enjoying the kiss as she twirled her tongue around his own. Their mouths were locked together, his hands roving through her luxurious hair. It was so soft and so beautiful, a crown equal to the most prestigious gold and jewels in the land. Em was relaxing, the tension in her abdomen leaving her as he pulled back slightly. “Is it over?”

“It feels far better. I have a vision of a nest of ants trucking across the bed to head somewhere else.”

He chuckled. “I don’t know what trucking means, but I get the gist. Slide those sweet little calves up to my sides. I want to show you something.”

Em frowned, but did as he asked. She wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, staring at him with curiosity. Shanagar put his mind on his cock, thinking of the earlier vision, her breasts crushed and pushed flatly upward by the leather. In his mind flashed the sight of the braided twister sinking into her fine little asshole and the sight of his fist in her cunt. His dick rose with interest, longing to feel the creation that he had started. It was a perfect work of art and as he slowly sank into the heat of her pussy, Shanagar felt exactly how wonderful his blood had made her.

Em moaned softly. “Oh shit, Shanagar. What happened?”

He kept his thrust slow, her pussy was so amazingly tight, the muscles clenching around his cock with the slick presence of inner fluid. “My blood has oddly renewing qualities. It can turn back the hands of time.”

“So it renewed the inner muscles of my cunt? Interesting. I almost feel virginal again. Did my cherry return?”

He chuckled and shifted his hips, thrusting in and out of her wonderfully taut pussy. “Probably not.” She had felt good before, but this was better. Shanagar picked up the pace, rocking forward and back as well as up and down to strike the inner chord and make it sing. She was countering every movement perfectly, arching and flexing her back to meet his every thrust.

Her hands were on his arms, her fingers digging into his biceps as she stared at him through lidded eyes. Em moaned, capturing her bottom lip between her teeth and giving him a sexual smile. It was really tragic how much he loved this woman.

Her hips came up, slamming into his body as she drove her head back into the pillow. Her cries escaped her open mouth as short bursts of high pitched moans, her sweet, very wet cunt crushing from him a climax of monumental proportions. He ground his teeth, a snarl of satisfaction echoing through the room as she drove her nails into his skin. With a final hard thrust of his hips, he buried his throbbing cock into her pulsing cunt.

Em was jarred by the residual spasms of sensitive nerves, before her entire body went slack beneath him. Sitting up slightly, she kissed him ravenously. “Let’s do it again, that felt so good.”

He captured her face in his palms, shaking his head as he gazed at her. She was a woman, yet a child, spontaneous and incorrigible. He felt young when he was with her, as if she had turned back the hands of time on his soul.

They landed the helicopters in Georgia just past the last known location of the helicopter that Becka had been flying. They had seen the wreckage as they flew over, but needed to walk back and get a better look.

Em was eager to find the four, her lust turning from sex to revenge. She opened the door of the helicopter and leapt out, gaining speed until she was at full flash. The others would catch up with her and she was in no mood to wait for them. The long journey had left her on edge and her mind couldn’t quite shake the sight of Mia’s dreamily exuberant face. She had wanted to get an explanation from Rory, but when she tried to touch his mind, he was too lost in thought to hear her.

Em raced onward as if being chased by a dragon. The mythical creatures were still used as images on metal craft and there were even a few remaining statues that had survived the sonic bomb. She had always found dragons intriguing. They were strong and mysterious, with wings to take them into the sky and fire to burn their enemies alive. Em wanted to burn the four alive as they had done to so many young and undeserving vampires in the caves. She wanted to pound their bones into dust as the bomb had done to some of her friends.

She skidded to a stop, glancing into the helicopter. There had obviously been a problem with the flight or maybe it was simple error on Becka’s part. It didn’t really matter what had happened. The helicopter was lost, the frame twisted. She made note of the dark remains of blood on one of the seats. It appeared as though a section of the metal support had been twisted inward and whoever had the bad luck to be sitting there had been either sliced or skewered. If it were a shifter, then they would heal. If it was a human, chances were that they were now dead. She looked around on the ground to see if a trail of blood had been left behind, but other than a few spots on the soil, she saw nothing.

Shanagar stepped up behind her. “You are amazingly quick footed.”

“We call it flashing and I am quite proficient at it. They’re gone.”

“I see that. One of them was injured.”

“I see that.”

Shanagar swatted her across the ass for her repetitive words. Em giggled. “Care to race me back to the big gray bird?”

He had made that reference to the helicopter. “I would rather know what has put you in such a foul mood.”

It wasn’t just one thing and she wasn’t sure if she wanted to explain them all. “I’m just antsy to catch up with them now that the chase is on.”

“I think the queen lies, but I have a feeling that I’m better not to push the subject.”

“Good call.” Em pranced around him and walked backward, grinning at him.

He pursed his lips and then gave her an exasperated smile. Now that she had broken through his kingly shell, Shanagar was quite a loveable character. “I bet I can beat you.”

He laughed at the challenge. “I’ll bet you can’t.”

“What’s the wager?”

His amusement faded. “I want your eternal companionship.”

“I already told you that it is not for me alone to give.” Without further comment, Em turned and flashed back toward the others.

They were neck and neck as they flew past the helicopters and skidded to a stop. Shanagar gave her a saucy grin. “I presume that we are equally matched.”

The meaning was two-fold and Em sure as hell knew it. “That remains to be seen.” She stood on her toes and gave him a quick kiss. Shanagar tried to drag her into his arms, but she sweetly twisted away from him and walked back to the others. Both Rory and Salt were scowling at her, but Mia still retained her lofty expression.

Em had to wonder what was going on between them. Mia looked happy, but Salt and Rory didn’t. She tried to touch Rory’s mind again. She certainly wasn’t going to shout her question across the space between them.

He growled in her mind.
“What the fuck?”

“What the fuck what?”

“You take off with Shanagar on your heels and then flash back here stopping to kiss him? What? You can’t keep your hands off the man?”

Em sighed.
“What has you in such a foul mood?”
She was repeating Shanagar’s words.

“Life.”

Ignoring the anger in his voice, she asked,
“What happened, Rory?”

She could see and feel him physically sag as if under a great weight.
“Mia wanted to experience dual sex. We tried it last night and it was a complete disaster. I was comparing her to you the entire time. I miss you so much.”

Em missed them also, but her feelings were somewhat lacking in comparison to Rory’s.

“I know and that isn’t helping anything, Em. You want to add him to our lives, don’t you?”

It was what she wanted.
“He can bring so much experience into our relationship. It doesn’t have to be full time, just once in a while.”

“Really, Em? No man can bear to only see you once in a while. He is fucking in love with you. I can see it in the way he is staring at you, like you are an ethereal presence in his life.”

“That’s not my fault. I didn’t exactly spell him to fall in love with me or anything.”

Rory sighed.
“This entire conversation is a moot point right now. I don’t want to fight with you about it. Let’s go find the four and get down to Florida. Mia says you need to go there and if I can snap her out of this mood she has been in, maybe we can get more information from her.”

“Yes, the child does look slightly euphoric. I guess she enjoyed it far more than you did.”

Rory chuckled and the sound was music to her ears.
“She was afraid to move because she feared that she was going to explode.”

“Poor Mia.”

“Yeah…we talked her out of it. I guess we need to fly and see what we can see.”

“Sounds like a plan to me. Rory…I love you.”

“I know. We love you, too. I guess that I’m just jealous.”

“I know. Don’t be.”

He nodded and broke the connection. Rory was flying the helicopter and he walked around, climbing back into the seat and starting the vehicle. Em followed his lead and within minutes, they were back in the air, soaring through the sky like two dragons searching for prey.

Russell spotted movement in the distance and pointed to it. Em turned the helicopter in that direction and so did Rory. She wasn’t sure if he was simply following her lead, or he had also spotted something. As they got closer, Em saw it also. There were people in the distance, and they were pointing upward toward the helicopters. She wasn’t sure what breed they were, but they stood fearlessly in the darkness staring upward. “Do you think we should land?”

“I don’t know,” commented Russell. “We are seriously outnumbered if they aren’t friendly.”

Em remembered the purists and their desire to wipe out any breed that wasn’t human. She touched Rory’s mind.
“Have you gotten Mia out of her stupor?”

Rory chuckled.
“Somewhat, but she has no opinion. What does the great and mighty Shanagar say?”

“You are very funny. I have no idea. He hasn’t commented yet.”

“Well ask him.”

She glanced at Shanagar. “Does the king have an opinion?”

“Nice of you to ask me last.”

Em grimaced. “I didn’t ask Salt.”

“You can’t talk to Salt.”

“I’ve been going to Rory for six years. I actually contacted him to see if Mia had any feelings. Obviously, you have one if you can knock your nose back into joint.”