Thursday, October 29, 2015
Wednesday, October 28, 2015
Wendy’s voice bordered on desperation. “Ms. Payson, I really need to ask you to wait.”
I was still in control, but I decided there was a point to make. When I turned to her again, I let go of the glamour masking my fangs and red eyes.
“Do you see any Blood Potion in my hand? No, you don’t. And there are a lot of warm, tasty bodies in this room right now. Get out of my way.”
A deep, smooth voice rolled over us. “Hello, Brandilynn. Did you need to see me?”
I straightened and put the glamour back in place before turning around to face Tristan Keith, the owner of that voice.
He stood at the edge of the bandstand, looking down at us. He wore a business suit that was thoroughly modern, but there was no mistaking he’d come from an earlier time. In fact, Tristan might have walked the floors of the King George in its heyday. He might have danced with flappers in this very ballroom for all I knew.
Gerald stood nearby, his gaze on Tristan saying he was less than pleased with his boss. And our resident psychic Lana looked kind of angry too. That’s saying something, because Lana is as bubbly as they come. She almost never gets mad.
Gerald and Lana are my friends. Maybe Tristan treating me like a pariah was what got on their nerves. At the moment, that was neither here nor there. I had come for answers to other questions, and I was by thunder going to get them.
I gave Tristan the most pleasant look I could dredge up. Look at me, being polite and reasonable. “Why yes, Tristan. I do need to see you, right away.”
Without sparing the hapless Wendy another glance, I mounted the steps to the stage and stood looking at Tristan. Had there not been so much angst between us, the view would have been delightful. Black onyx eyes. Even blacker hair, cut in the fashion of the 1920’s when he’d last drawn a human breath. Classically cut features, giving him a beauty that his pale skin rendered an enthralling starkness to. He was not outdoorsy-masculine like Dan, but more like dapper Errol Flynn masculine. He could have worn (and has worn) a tuxedo as effortlessly as most men wear jeans.
I swallowed hard. It sucks to find Tristan compelling still. When I look at him, even when he’s vampire hard and smells of a dried husk of something long withered, I somehow can’t believe we’re over. My very being cries out against it.
No release date set.
Monday, October 26, 2015
Thursday, October 22, 2015
Wednesday, October 21, 2015
I made myself businesslike. “What do you want Tristan to know?”
“A number of shifters have gone missing in the last four months. Gone without a trace.”
“No sign of hide nor hair?” My quip fell flat judging from Levi’s grim expression. I sighed. “Levi, you of all people know how marginalized the weres are. You live it every day. All it takes is a scratch and some human gets Zoo Flu. Then they’re dead or furry. The majority of the time, they get ostracized. Since when is it anything new for shifters to drop out of society?”
He folded big, mouth-watering arms over his chest. “When they’re family people with steady jobs. I’m not talking about new shifters. I’m not telling you about the poor bastards who end up homeless and dumpster diving for their meals. Hell, two of my best instructors at the academy have vanished. Missing persons reports have been filed by wives and parents.”
Okay, this was serious. “How many shifters are we talking about?”
“Eight total, which I know doesn’t sound like many—”
My mouth dropped open. “But in four months’ time, it is a lot. I see what you mean. Tristan won’t see you?”
Tristan employed a ton of people, all paras. If shifters were going missing, he would know. He had to know.
Levi rubbed the back of his neck, his expression frustrated. “When I’ve tried to set up appointments with him, his aide reminds me that he’s the head of a vampire clutch, not the alpha of a pack. I remind her that since I’m the only werewolf around for miles, he couldn’t be alpha anyway. I finally showed up at the King George, hoping to catch our would-be member of the state legislature and force him to talk to me. He may not be a shifter, but he’s a para and he keeps up with everything in this town. Surely he’s noticed something by now.”
“If he has, I’m probably the last person he’d discuss it with.”
“I guess seeing his sister’s body roaming around with someone else in it is screwing with him, huh?”
A spark of anger came and went, leaving depression in its wake. “He tried. He really did, but he and Patricia were too close. He can’t even tolerate being in the same room with me these days.”
Once upon a time, Tristan and I had been in love. We’d been in an uncomfortable triangle, he, Dan, and me. I’d been ready to give up Dan for Tristan when I’d been pulled into this weird half-time life in Patricia Keith’s body.
No release date set.
Monday, October 19, 2015
Thursday, October 15, 2015
Wednesday, October 14, 2015
Unfortunately, Levi is one of those for whom the word ‘no’ translates to ‘maybe if you keep trying’. He looked me up and down with unconcealed interest as he said, “I came looking for you. Dan Saling sent me.”
“Dan? Try again, dog breath. You can’t see ghosts.” I let go of my glamour so he could see fangs.
Gerald sighed and picked up the bottle of BP9 he’d dropped when I’d jumped him. He shoved it in my direction. “Don’t provoke her, Wolf Boy.”
Levi frowned at him as I shook my head, indicating I didn’t need the juice. The agent asked him, “What’s the matter, kitten? Can’t handle Ms. Payson?”
“I’d say I handled her just fine, pup. Now shut up before she decides to take a bite out of you. I won’t stand in her way for that part, but you better believe you won’t get a taste of her after she’s done tasting you.”
I didn’t like how this conversation was shaping up for several reasons. I gave the two shifters angry eyes as I said, “Why don’t you both just settle down. I’m not territory to be marked.”
Levi took a good look at me, this time keeping his gaze above neck level. For an instant his gold eyes glowed. The shine faded and he nodded to Gerald in grudging respect. “Don’t provoke. Check.” He drew a deep breath and addressed me again, his tone a good deal more polite. “Dan relayed his message through that psychic who hears the dead. Lana?”
That didn’t help my temper one bit. What was Dan thinking, sending Levi here to see me? He knew how badly things went when I worked on flying. He knew what situation Levi might stumble on.
My irritation wasn’t helped as the temporary warmth of life drained from my body. I was going back to cold, undead vampire, the fleeting joy vanishing too quickly. I snapped words like whips at Levi. “What. Do. You. Want?”
He rolled his gaze to the deadly darkness that was Gerald. “Private matter. Government matter.”
Gerald folded his massive arms over his massive chest and frowned. “Don’t even think about it. Do you know how fast a new vampire moves and how uncontrollable it can be?”
I stomped my foot. “I am not a vampire! I’m just trapped in one.”
Gerald sighed. “Sorry, Brandilynn. I just don’t want anything bad to happen because I wasn’t close by to stop it. I could care less for Agent Wolfie here, but you’d never forgive yourself.”
He was right, as usual. I swallowed a lump in my throat, brought on by the knowledge that when I really lost my temper I couldn’t be trusted.
No release date set.
Monday, October 12, 2015
Thursday, October 8, 2015
Wednesday, October 7, 2015
My pussy throbbed to life, as it always did when I attacked Gerald. Live blood made my entire being want to celebrate every possible sensation of warmth ... especially that of sex.
Even as I continued to suck hungrily at Gerald’s throat, I tore at his fly. He helped, shoving his jeans down as soon as he was able. His cock matched the rest of him: big and swollen.
He was eager as always. Sometimes I think he doesn’t put up much of a fight not because he knows he’ll lose, but because he wants to. Gerald had suffered an unrequited love for Patricia when she was still with us. There was never any hope for him to win her, so he contented himself with being her bodyguard and protector. The man definitely had a knight-in-shining-armor complex when it came to his former charge.
Having sex with me in Patricia’s body is the closest he can come to being with his lost love. Plus sex with a feeding vampire is supposed to be as good for the victim as it is for the bloodsucker. At any rate, Gerald showed no hesitation when I ripped the slacks and panties I wore and plunged down on his avid cock. His hips bucked upward, spearing deep into me.
My senses rioting, I came on the spot. My pussy clenched hard around the thickness within, pulling as hard on the flesh as my mouth did on Gerald’s throat. Now all was elation, 4th of July fireworks, New Years Eve celebration.
I rutted clumsily, trying to screw and feed all at once, unable to get enough of either. Gerald heaved beneath me, flipping us over so that I lay on the hard ground with him on top. None of that bothered me, not so long as my brief flirtation of life was affirmed to the very utmost.
In fact I reveled in being between the concrete-like field and the hard muscled man. When it comes to sex, I’m naturally submissive. Patricia’s body is that of a predator, but when it’s feasting, it doesn’t mind being on the bottom. The real Brandilynn gets her goodies.
Shifters are stronger than humans. Gerald has told me he has to be careful with the occasional lady brave enough to chance deadly Zoo Flu in exchange for beastly sex. There are people who have that kink. I guess the danger ups the excitement for them. I love sex too, but I don’t think I’d have put my life on the line for it when I was among the living.
Gerald does not have to hold back with me. Vampires can take real punishment, and he was delivering a rutting that would have broken the pelvis of any human gal. Jackhammers have nothing on a werepanther for a good pounding.
No release date set.