Caramel: Book 3 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Series

Straight from my smutty brain to you. Enjoy. Spelling mistakes and all. It’s midnight and I’ll do my little QA later. So tired…just so tired. Sleep my pretties…zzzzzz

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Okay, it's a new day, I'm awake. Most of my mistakes are corrected now. Eeep. There was alot. Sorry if you struggled through the first draft.

I lied, I just went for the smut. No answers whatsoever about Lanseng, Marcus, Ping or beach. I forgot who said it, and I'm too lazy to search for it right now, but I needed to get away from "The Great Depression" (sad drama/angst/and all the rest of that baggage) for the weekend.


Q: Didn't Az apoligze about the locket already?
A: Az apologized to Claudius when Father took the broken necklace back. I went and did a quick check, AZ never mentioned it to Sex or X. So there will probably be some drama over that somewhere down the road.

Hoisted yet again....good job Loyal, k. I didn't check back far enough.

I'm sorry but Azrael mentioned the locket to Sex in chapter 13, he just never mentioned Claudius taking it but wouldn't it be natural that Sex knew this as well as he knew about Marcus trying to ease Azrael's pain? Sometimes it confuses me what the brothers are supposed to know and what not (if not especially mentioned).

quote, ' /He was angry enough at me today. I didn’t mean to break your chain./

/Marcus was frantic to ease your pain. That is the way love should be. If easing his pain is you taking, as you said, another dog…then do it. I personally would never consider you perfection, little brother./ ' unquote

Thank the muses, that what I wrote still works. Thanks again k. Just because I put it to pixel, doesn't mean I can remember or find it when I'm searching. MAUH!


Romanticfae: I love the drawing you did of Sex. You know if this was taken out of context, that could be a very confusing and potentially dirty statement. :) I wish I could draw. I attempted something with Sex, Claudius and Armor back in Cinnanom but my drawing skills are sorely lacking. Loyal, if you are interested go and take a look. I like it!
http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/53898117/

Q: Sex is being compared to a horse quite often. Does that mean something?
A Nope. Just trying to be cute.


Thanks again for the words of encouragement and inspiration. I have bitten the bullet and forwarded "CAKE" to a publisher. I'll be on pins and needles for the next eight weeks. Wish me luck and lots of strawberry pocky. (My favourite stress nibbles.) Spirit; k; miles; Rosemary; Mihara; Laur; Jenna T. (x2); Rosei; Bambigirl; a taste of insanity and Steph8503.


Chapter 108: Smutty Pictures

Marcus….that fucking bastard. The little seamstress shrieked and fell over as my wings slid out in a blink of the eye and unfurled wide. He broke Sasha’s token. Az took the blame. That fucking bastard. I should have aimed lower when I cut him.

Claudius can motor when he wants to. I blinked and he had me in a headlock. No...not a headlock, an embrace, that just so happened to wrap around my head like a sleeper hold. “I have it, lubov moya. I was planning on giving it back to you tonight. It is up in the safe in my penthouse.” Father whispered lowly in Russian, his lips just a butterfly’s wing away from my ear. “I did not think they would have allowed you to wear it for the shoot.”

“Marcus broke it.” I whispered back through clenched teeth.

“Then Azrael lied to me.”

I sighed. “Leave it. No real harm is done. Nothing you can do to Az is worse that what he is going through now. I think I took my payment from Marcus by his blood already. Where is the ass?”

“I did not know if you wanted to know of his whereabouts.”

“X ripped my head off. Yeah, I want to know.”

“Lanseng took him in. He had already called and made arrangements for Marcus’ things to be packed. He was waiting at Security for him. I find the Seer to be…spooky. Are you all right now, lubov moya?” He kissed my temple.

My wings stopped shaking. I folded them back and brought my arms up under Claudius’ and hugged him, “Okay, you’re crinkling the material and you’re getting me horny.”

“You look good crinkled. You should be crinkled more often.” He bit my nose. What the hell is up with that!

“I am a cat.” He purred deep in his throat then stepped back. That was sexy.

That’s when I realized that everyone in the room was staring at us. Okay, at me. What? You know I got wings. I heard a little groan and I turned knocking the poor little seamstress over again. “I’m sorry.”

Frederick rushed up. “Away...away.” He shooed everyone one away. Then just stared up at my wings. “That is just so amazing. How flexible are they?”

I pulled one wing forward as a shield, and arched the other backwards.

“Simply amazing. Well come on. We’re behind schedule.”

Claudius eyed the little clothier, “Blood for the Lord Emperor. He missed dinner to get here.”

“Of course.” Frederick turned “Louise! Blood for Sex!”

That didn’t sound good. Claudius caught my hand and tugged me forward. Haley had slipped back into human form and now was resting propped up against Her Majesty, Nightshade. I half expected him to be lounging there naked, but he had his pants back on. Shade was laying there all contented now. The cat that had gotten the cream. Apparently she did not approve the redheaded devil Frederick and picked. I wondered what she sounded like. No matter how hard we tried, Az and I just couldn’t get anything from her. There was that little niggling itch in the back of the brain when she did try to get your attention through mindspeak but…I got nothing.

“Okay, let’s get the kitten and the angel up on set.” I got an eyebrow arch in my direction. Okay, I was going to pay for that too.

“We are going to check for chemistry and see how hot we can get.” The photographer called out messing with his gear.

I smirked. Haley just broke out laughing and rolled over and buried his face in Shade’s fur. I think I just saw a Hellcat laugh.

“What’s so funny?” The man demanded, the annoyance in his voice was clear.

Claudius stepped behind me, draped his arm under my arm and across my chest then slid his fingers into my pants. He stoked my short and curlies. The expression on the man’s face was priceless. “Oh, I guess we can move right to the shoot then. We are going to start off with some poses. We’ll segue into some dancing. The goal is “hot” and “smoldering”. As you know, Sex sells. We want this event to sell out. If we get some good pics, there might be posters to assist the charity.”

Oh, yeah. I’m going to hate this as much as the dreaded black kilt poster.

“I will buy one.” Claudius whispered in my ear. That vibration went right down to my cock. I pulled his hand out of my pants.

“Aren’t you the one that supposed to be tell me to behave?”

“You are no fun when you behave. Debauched.”

“Debauched? What do to mean?” I turned my head and looked up at him.

“Forget hot and smoldering. We can do that any day. Let us try for debauched.” A red ring of flame danced around the outside of his blue iris.

“Okay, kitten on the floor. Lean on one elbow, have your left leg up. Bring your left arm up and rest it on your knee. Look directly into the camera. Karen, bring his hair forward over his shoulder. Now we need fangs.” Claudius flicked his eyes over to me. Oh yeah, I was going to pay for this. “Can I get a full extension. Too much….draw them back…perfect. Look at the camera like you want to kill someone. I want dangerous.”

Carnage stared at the photographer and a deadly sneer crossed his lips. “Whoa…..” There was a flash. “Lower your chin; keep your eyes on the camera.”

I don’t know how long that went on but I just enjoyed watching my man. I smiled. My man. Azrael was right. I knew he was mine. Everybody knew I was his. Like peas in a pod.

“Okay, that’s enough of the kitten. Let’s get the Angel in here.” I gave Claudius a big wide eyed smile as he stepped away from the hot lights. He took my mug of blood I was sipping and drained it completely.

“That is harder than it looks.”

“You looked very sexy.”

“Just remember, this kitten has claws” He ran a finger down my cheek. ”...and fangs.”

“And cute black ears.” I got slapped on the ass for that remark.

This guy had a wing fetish. Arc it here. Arc it there. Spread wide. The fact that they made noise as well made be the center of attention. Finally we got down to the last of the solo shots. I was kneeling on the floor, sideways, one wing angled diagonally across my chest.; the other was pointed straight up. I had to turn my head until just my eyes and hair were sticking out of the feathers. Jade green orbs surrounded by downy fluff. That was about as Angelic as I could get.

“Okay, take a break. We’re going to set up for the next shot. We’re now in Hell. Get that chair in here.” I turned and watched the familiar chair that was rented from the church around the corner come trundling in.

I shook my head, “Uh, we’ve used that before. Reggie and I.”

“It’s a little too late for anything else.” Frederick piped up. “Hey, what about your bike?”

“What is it?” The photographer was almost jumping around.

“Old.” Claudius returned.

I flared my wings. “I think we have enough props.”

“Go check it, Rog.” A sandy blonde took off at a run.

I shrugged. What the hell did I know? I knew nothing about motorcycles aside from you got to snuggle real close to the driver. Speaking of driver…I took a step toward and found Haley bouncing around in front of me. “Yah?”

“We have to pick up Ping at the airport tomorrow.”

“I think you told me that already."

"She said he has a surprise for you. She wouldn’t tell me. Somehow she thinks I’m a blabbermouth.” He stilled for a moment and pondered that statement.

“I don’t know why she would think that. You were nothing but a perfect gentleman in Japan.”

A smirk crossed his face. “If I was a perfect gentleman, she wouldn’t be carrying a litter.”

“Well, little pup, we seem to be destined to have women in our lives that won’t take no for an answer.”

“You looked very sexy up there. Even Claudius.” Haley reached up and rubbed at his ear where Claudius yanked to him to a halt earlier. He rubbed against me. I reached up and scratched behind his ear that was missing a chunk. I was just going to consider myself lucky, I only had holes in my body, not missing pieces. I ran my hand up to my throat again.

“It is safe.” I closed my eyes and leaned back against Claudius.

“Thank you for doing this. I know you aren’t having fun.”

“It is a new experience. There are days when I wonder if there is anything new out there. Then you come along and I realize I have not be living at all.”

“Don’t make me cry. They got mascara on me I’ll end up looking like a clown.”

Rog came running back onto the set. “It’s a 1928 Chief! It’s a V-twin! It’s mint!. Rog was talking gibberish. “Where did you get it? You got it new didn’t you.”

“Yes. I have had it in storage for a number of years.”

I frowned, “X had your condo cleared out.”

“I have a warehouse.”

I slumped. “Oh, my little rat pack.”

Claudius brought his arms up and over my wings but rested them against my chest. It was such a contrast to my pure whiteness. He leaned forward and rested his cheek against my hair. “To be truthful, I only put it away about twenty-two years ago. And do not move, I am stuck to your hair.”

Haley went and tracked the hairstylist. After un-gluing us, he basically dragged me off to re-apply whatever Claudius had removed. The bike was wheeled in the back entrance and a swarm of assistants descended on it like locusts. When they stepped back it gleamed just like it came out a showroom. All they needed was the bikini clad biker chick to drape her big boobs all over it.

“Sex.” The Photographer called me over.

Oh yeah, I was that biker chick with the big wings.

It was another solo project. Lay here, spread that, er my wings, suffer through more lipgloss. Finally kitten got called up. Claudius was enjoying himself a little too much while I was sweating under the lights. I didn’t have to read his mind to know all those positions the Photographer had be in were played in his mind….naked. Sasha had a little problem when he came on stage. I matched his gaze and let the desire that was building in me seep out a little. Wickedly, I ran my index finger along the lip gloss of my bottom lip then let the tip of my tongue reach out and taste the Rootbeer. I guess cherry or strawberry was a little too girly for the Blood Emperor of the Nation. I knew Sasha liked to watch my jade eyes change darker green as I got horny. Sometimes, I think he liked it more than a flame.

Sasha caught me around the back of the head and dragged me up for a ravishing kiss. Rootbeer and cloves…kind of a Jamaican ginger beer. Yummy.

“STOP! STOP! DON’T MOVE!!”

Both of us froze. What? /Haley?/

/You’re smoking. Pppssssstt/

“Don’t move your hands, slowly turn your faces toward me. Sex lower your head, drop your lids. That’s it, sultry. Kitten, lick your lips, get them wet. Show me the heat in your eyes. Sex bring your wing up behind Kitten. Flare it. That’s it….” Flash, more instruction, flash.

Sasha had a lovely manly swell. I was swell myself. I wanted him to throw me on the floor and take me hard and fast.

“Okay, we’re done with the bike. We’ll do the dance now.”

I whispered to my black kitten, “I so want this to be over. I want to go home with you.”

Sasha chucked under my finger with a curled index finger. “I want to dance with you. Dancing is a vertical expression of a horizontal desire. At the club, I was torn between two songs. This is the second one, lubov moya”

I just shivered. His eyes had a dim ring of red flame. I watched as his pink tongue slipped out and wet them. I made my move and got a hand in the face block. He pushed be backwards, gently until I was on the floor. “This time, I dance for you.”

SCH-WING painfully. I knew my eyes just flared blue.

“You like that.”

“Oh, I like that.”

A slow techno sounding violin or something started. I frowned. This didn’t sound familiar. It had an Arabic sensibility to it. Sasha began to move like a black cobra mesmerizing me. Slow. Swaying to the left. Staring at me, gazing at me, wanting me. He shuttered nothing in his eyes. He loved me. It was easy to read. Sway back to the right. Creamy shoulder action forward like a swimmers stroke. Evanescence. A remix of Wake me up Inside. Exotic remix. My mouth dried up.

My wings shimmered on the stage, my glass chimes blending in with the erotic music. He started undulating his chest and arms toward me. A head flick. All the black hair cascaded around him. Those cat ears flashed a hint of inner pink as he started into a sensuous belly dance. Those hips encased in that leather. I reached out a hand. He flashed fang at me and swiveled his perky ass away from my touch. You big tease.

Dimly I could hear the click of the camera. I could feel the heat of the camera flash. I knew everyone down in the basement was staring at him. They knew who we was. He was Claudius, First of Assassins. He had been First for two hundred and twenty odd years – minus my anomaly. Black Death. Liaison to the High Council. Now they could add Kitty Vixen. My Kitty Vixen.

Sasha turned and gyrated. I watched that tail that came out of the back of his leather pants. I sooo wanted to be the tail. His feet were elegant and were placed so precisely. His hands wove a spell in the air. He was grace. He was elegance.

I was so fucking horny.

He turned suddenly back to me. His black hair wiped around obscuring his face. The tempo of the music changed a bit to add something like cymbals or a tambourine. Sasha with his face still hidden began to work his hips in a mind numbing, cock stirring pelvic shimmy. He dropped to his knees and crawled toward me, exaggerating his slinking cat like movements. That mechanical cat tail kept waving in the breeze. As he moved toward me, I felt like a canary being stalked by the family house cat.

He lifted his hands palms toward me. I raised my hands and placed them against his flesh. He was burning up. I was close to the flashpoint myself. He tugged me up until I was on my knees. “Mirror me.” He leaned forward and just grazed my cheek. “Mirror me, lubov moy. Do as I do. Let me see your beautiful jade eyes.”

He leaned forward and ghosted past my cheek again. I did the same thing but I breathed deep. His scent was strong. I was in breathable linen. He was in leather. Cloves and leather and rootbeer lipgloss. He tossed his head back and I saw his artic eyes. I could look into them for an eternity.

The tempo changed again, moving into a familiar dance beat. Whatever Sasha did. I did the opposite. We interlaced out fingers and swayed in time with the music. Sasha moving his ribcage from side to side, his shoulders sliding smoothly from left of right. Were he lead, I followed. He leaned in closer moving his whole torso past me in a close arc. I arced to the left. We were teasing each other with an illusion of intimacy.

Claudius raised my right hand and brought it to his mouth. He pressed a kiss on my middle knuckle. His tongue flickered over it. My wings shot straight up in that embarrassing trans-am pose. Just from a knuckle nibble. I brought his hand to my lips. I pressed a kiss to his hand then latched a suck on his knuckle then worked by tongue between his fingers; rubbing against the crotch.

Sasha moved fast. He grabbed my wrist and jerked me up to my feet then caught me up in bridal pose. I squeaked. He purred then nipped at my chin. I looped an arm around his neck. My right wing curved around him creating a feathery backdrop.

“Stop! Sex, bring your left wing up. I just want to see those eyes. There….bring your hand up and cup his cheek, place your thumb on the corner of Kitten’s mouth. Flare your left wing” Snap, flash, click, click , click.

“ME ……OOOOWWWW.” Both of us looked over to the stairs, Hades was leaning over the stair railing. Liam was draped over his back with a wry grin on his lips. Damn it.

“That’s it! I this is the shot.”

Everybody just kind of red faced turned away. My kitten turned everyone on. “Home?” Claudius gestured to the stairs. “They came in your limo.”

“I can’t wait until we get home.”

“I do not mind, sex on wheels.”

That was a bad pun. I didn’t care. “Let’s go.”

Frederick came up. “That was…just…was…”

“Nice working with you. We’re going.”

“Aren’t you going to change?”

“Bill me.” Claudius took my hand and urged me behind him up the stairs.

“That was hot.” Hades had a smirk on his face.

“Nice ears.” William called out. “Just puuuurrrrfect.”

I was too excited to banter with them. I had to lighten my weight to keep up with Sasha. We took the stairs two at a time. I dissolved my wings as we reached the main floor.

“Hey, how are we getting home? They just took our ride.” I laughed and pushed at the glass door. The Loyal saw us running out of the store and opened the back door. Somehow we kind of dived into the back and ended up rolling on the floor Claudius ended up on the bottom. I smiled down at him and brushed his hair our of his eyes.

“Don’t you ever dance in public, again. I won’t be held responsible for my actions.”

“You liked?”

I pressed my hip against his erection and rubbed my own on his thigh. “I liked every much. I want you inside me, Sasha.” I reached over to the compartment and rummaged around for the necessary lube. X had been mortified when he found out that Chesterton had converted some compartments for the multitude of sexcapades that went on. It was just good sense.

I turned and Claudius had taken the tail off. “I think it is defective. The battery back just kept hotter and hotter.”

“Destination Sirs?”

“My penthouse.”

“Yes, Sir Claudius”

He rubbed at his spine. “Let me see.” I pulled his tight shiny tank up exposing his creamy flesh. He was so much darker than me, but in that stark shiny black; it was like cream on a black placemat. I reached around and unbuttoned his pants. Pulling down the zipper, I ran my fingers lightly around the sweaty warm waistband. Claudius’ arched instinctively away from my touch, arching right back into me. “It’s all red there. You should have taken it off if it was burning you.”

“It was for charity.”

I leaned over and pressed my lips to the reddened flesh. “Thank you…” I licked his flesh.

“Sex, what are you doing?”

“Ssshhhh, relax. My saliva has healing properties.” I lapped at his backside until the heat and redness faded. Since I was back there, I snaked my hand down into his leathers and pushed them off his firm and covetable ass.

Thunk. I was on my back looking up at a red flame and lovely, lovely fangs. “Cherish me, Father.” I lifted my hand and stroked his face.

“You are more precious to me than my next breath, Sex. Whenever I see my bike, I am going to remember you draped across it.”

“Naked…”

“Of course.” He popped my button and pulled down my zipper. I was going to keep help getting out of this shirt. More than likely, I was going to have to be cut out of this shirt.

All coherent thought just vanished as Sasha took me to the root in one swoop, at the same time a dollop of cold gel pressed against my portal. The hot and cold sensation was…goood.

I groaned as a finger invaded. Then I just stiffened unable to do anything as Sasha pulled to the tip then sank me fully into his mouth, then-- he purred. I ripped handfuls of carpet off the floor. My mouth opened and the only sound that emerged was “eeekk” I was able to focus on those black ears that bobbed up and down on me until he did it again. I thrashed my head on the floor. Oh my…”SASHA!”

A second finger entered me. Please…please…please…

“I’m good. I’m good.”

“No…you are naughty.”

“Sasha, please, you’ve teased me all night.”

“I can say the same to you.”

“Please….cherish me now.”

“I do not want to rush you.”

“We have tomorrow. Please…my black kitten….don’t make me wait.” I ran my hand down the fuzzy ear, down into his hair and around his ear.

“Your kitten wants cream first.”

I short circuited. That purring just sent every nerve ending into overload. Combine that with two hours of public foreplay and now with two fingers touching my prostate. I didn’t last long. I didn’t care. I think Sasha sucked out my soul. I was a boneless chicken as he pulled my pants off and settled between my legs. He pressed his forearms up behind my knees pulling my thighs wider and opening my portal to a more vulnerable position. I groaned as I felt the heat and hardness of his cock press at my back door.

He rested his weight on his arms, angling my hips up. He slid in easily, deeply. I opened my mouth with a gasp. His lips touched mine. I could taste my cinnamon essence on his tender mouth. I turned my head up and opened wide for a share of the cream. He pulled back with his hips and rocked forward again. I grunted and shivered. I wanted this all night. I wanted him.

“Lubov moya.”

All I could say to his endearment was “Huh, huh, huh, huh…”

He seemed satisfied with it.

“Yes…my Fallen…..let go….I have you….look at me….show me your beautiful eyes as you come.” How can he talk at a time like this? I opened my eyes and matched his flame with my own. My fangs came down and I think I smiled at him. “You get to bite me later, Fallen.” I turned my head and offered up my neck.

He claimed my throat as deliciously as he fucked my ass. His sucking drove me over the edge again and I spasmed hard tightening my portal around him. He wrenched his head off my neck as he jerked into me…once, twice…he slumped on me. I think I know what a pretzel feels like.

Sasha kissed me. One knew one was cherished when on the receiving end of that tender teasing, delectably wet kiss. He eased himself out of me, “I love you too, Sasha.” I reached out and touched an ear still attached to his head. “You have no idea, how much I love you.”

‘Sir, will you be needed the car any more tonight?” Claudius sat up and looked through the window.

“No, Banner. We will need a few minutes to get organized then you have take the rest of the night off.” Claudius turned back to me, “We are in the underground garage. I wore you out, lubov moya?”

“I feel good.”

“Get up, then.” Claudius wiped himself clean and pulled his leathers back on. “Sex? We have a nicer bed upstairs.”

“I’m stuck.”

“What?”

“My head is glued to the carpet.”

Claudius leaned back and laughed his ass off. I didn’t find it all that amusing.

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