Thursday, October 29, 2015
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
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.