Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga

Yes,I'm back...have to get Tentacles done and out of my mind. So let's get on with the show shall we? booya!


Chapter 205: Vampire Whisperer

Can you say walk with a purpose? I swept passed the Loyal and right up to the elevator that allowed access to the penthouse. Shadoe security scrambled to get to the elevator before me. A clerk was just waiting to get into it when he got the bums rush to the left. Papers flew everywhere as he crashed to the tiled floor mosaic. The desk security officer slammed the penthouse key into the slot and then backed out in a bow. News travels fast in the Vampire Nation. The last time there was a hint of trouble in Von Drachenfeld paradise...they had to rebuild the top floor.

What was grinding my gears? The elevator came to a halt. I wrenched the key and pressed my hand to the pad. What was grinding my gears? I leaned forward and rested my head on the shiny cool metal of the elevator door. What was grinding my gears was that I really felt death today. I haven’t lost anyone I’ve cared about. Really cared about. Yes...Reggie, but he was in our life so short a time and...he wanted to die. Edna passed away while I was gone. She just left a numbness in my heart but...

Haley...

I closed my eyes. He came into our lives expecting to die so he lived life to it’s fullest. I hadn’t really understand that saying before but now... Hearing Ping saying she was grateful and counted each and every of her days with him was horrible. I didn’t know she lived that way. I couldn’t live that way.

What was grinding my gears? Fear. I almost lost him once. Out there in the darkness of the woods. I could feel his life draining away beneath my hands and I didn’t accept it then. Tears stung my eyes. I brushed at them with the back of my fingers. I made him into a Blue Line...I gave him back his true heritage. To have him endanger himself like this was....stupid.

I heard Ping’s anguish when she got the news that her love was gone. I don’t ever want to feel that. Aren’t we immortals? Aren’t we supposed to have everlasting life?

The doors slid back. The security guard jumped. What the hell? Was I that freakin’ scary?
“Lord....er...”

“Is Lord Claudius awake?”

“Lord...about that?”

I broke into a run brushing past other security and assorted Loyal. I shoved someone out of my way as I forced my way into the bathroom. I don’t know what the hell I was expecting. The whole of the tub was filled with black – black suit, black hair and his wings were crammed into the porcelain sides of the tub. They were holding his head steady and keeping his face above water.

“Didn’t you move him?”

The Head of Security shook his head. “Lord Claudius is wedged too tightly in place. We can’t even move his wings.”

/X? X!/

/You there now?/

/I’m looking at him. Why isn’t he back?/

/I kept him here. I’m sending him now. He’s pissed. Have fun./

“Out.” I ordered to everyone. Sasha had an orientation period. No one deserved to have their weakness exposed to the world.

“But Lord...”

There was one big gasp for breath from my vampire, while retired, who was still known at the Black Death. “OUT NOW! Off this level.”

I climbed into the tub. I was wearing Hades handme downs anyways and I was barefoot. I stood over top of my Sasha and hauled him upwards by the lapels. His wings began to stir and when he felt he was trapped they began to flutter then beat around him. Which was all fine and dandy for him. I was the one getting belted in the head. I reached down and slapped his across the cheek. I was rewarded with another gasping breath. I slapped his face back the other way. I brought my arm back and his hand closed around my wrist. Arctic blues looked up at me...but there wasn’t anybody home yet.

“Sasha!” I raised my other forearm to keep from getting pummelled by his wings. “Lose the feathers.”

The wings glittered out of existence. I pulled on my arm but he didn’t let go. I leaned over and pressed my forehead to his. “Sasha...come back...come home.” I turned my head and rubbed my cheek against his. He was so warm. Abnormally warm. I didn’t like....ack.

The bastard bit me. I gasped and forced myself to stay still. Spiritwalking took too much out of him when he was limiting himself to a safe schedule. Three. Four. This body had been getting the snot kicked out of it all day. I couldn’t offer much more blood to him without endangering myself. Five.

I got de-fanged and tossed to the bathroom tiles almost simultaneously. I didn’t even have the chance to get my hands up. I hit the floor with face first and just crumpled. I actually saw stars; or flashes of light; or something else out of the ordinary. I blinked up at the rim of the tub and saw an elegantly lack hand and a black sleeve hang over the side. Water dripped down into my face. My neck hurt from his bite. My face hurt. My whole body hurt and…my heart hurt so much. I started weeping.

“Fallen?” Scads of wet black hair flopped over the tub side and then there was an undignified groan followed by my muzh’s beautiful blue eyes. His voice sounded like he had been smoking twenty cigarettes in a row, rough and deep from his chest. He flopped out of the tub beside me and I found myself wrapped in his arms.

“Did I hurt you?”

I bunched my hands into his lapels and dragged him close. “Don’t make me feel how Ping feels.”

I was an ass. It wasn’t even my hour of need and here I was grabbing at my lover like a frightened kitten. My wingkitty.

“Fallen.” His hand came and cupped the back of my head, pulling me to his chest. “What...”

“I can’t lose you again. I won’t survive if I lose you...I don’t want to survive if I lose you.”

“You are not losing me. Sex...”

“Yes, please...” I turned my face up and began to press feverish kisses along his wet jaw line. He was still a little oriented. He turned his head away. I ended up straddling his chest, hunched over so I could keep my mouth on his warm wet flesh.

“Sex...”
“I need to feel you, Sasha...please...I need to.” I pulled my face back a bit. I needed consent. Anything else would be rape. This time I when I met his eyes, they were truly his own. He reached up for my ravaged neck. The punctures were still weeping.

“I am sorry.” There was an increase in warmth and a blue flash. The physical pain was healed.

I ran my finger tips along his hairline on his forehead. “You had a need.”

“I know that you would never deny me anything.”

“You wouldn’t even need to ask, Sasha.” I whispered back.

“I would never do anything without asking or offering, my Fallen. I offer comfort, lubov moya.” He took my hand from his hair and pulled the back of my hand to his lips. I actually shivered as he shuttered his eyes and pressed his lips against my flesh. His mother tongue trickled off his lips. “I offer you submission.” His eyes slowly opened burning blue with desire and..love.

He had already ruined the suit so I had no qualms about ripping it off him. I think I shocked him a bit when I took a hold of the jacket shoulders and ripped the seam down the center of the back. The wet material when plop on the floor. I took a hold of the front of his shirt and ripped the buttons open. My immortal lover was ripped. I flattened my palms against his skin. The warmth seeped into my fingertips. Hmmmm. He didn’t used to be ab man. He didn’t have to be ab man because sex just oozed from every pour and hair follicle. Since Skell transformed us into the cover model for Men’s Health, I noticed that all our partners have picked up a training routine. Well, not Claudia...she was fine with her furry Russian.

Sasha made a move to get the shirt off. “I want to unwrap my present.” I leaned forward and pressed a kiss right on those warm lips. My bloody essence was still clinging to his mouth. Cinnamon and cloves. Dark and spicy. Deep and aromatic. Me and Mine. I ran my hands up his abs, cupping my fingers around his waist and stroking my way up to his shoulders. Since he got his wings...I really, really, I mean really got into shoulders.

Our locket hung on his breast. He had gotten a longer chain and now it rested against his heart. I felt my gaze soften as I looked at it. White and black hair was braided inside the golden filigree oval. I had so wanted it to be red and black but Liam’s blessing on us had taken hold.

“Fallen?”

I leaned over and pressed my lips to our locket then let my tongue sneak out and lap at the skin under the first symbol of our coming together, on the flesh that encased his heart. I reached behind me and pulled at the single clip that held my hair back out of my face. Whispers of silk brushed against his slick flesh lightly teasing his peddled brown nipples. His whole frame arched up to me. I eased my hips back and I could feel little wingkitty struggling to life. I sat up and undulated my hips against him, letting my movement slither up my spine to the top of my head. I glanced down at my lobuv moya. His eyes were hooded but them gleamed totally blue with his...no, our burning flame. I shifted my hips back slightly. Poke right in the end zone.

I raised my arms above my head and stretched, twisting my rib cage to the left and right slowly. His hands came up and rested on my thighs. I could feel tension in his grip. I knew he wanted to take over but he offered himself to me. I took the sides of my shirt at the collar and ripped it open. I was pearlescent and shell pink. Huh...damnit.

I forgot to get the piercings back from Kay, the Alpha Female. I also didn’t have my ring on. Sasha squeezed his hands on my thighs. I turned my chin down to him. “I know you are mine, Sex. The ring just tells everyone else you are fortunate that someone knows your worth and cherishes you.”

“You are a honeydripper.”

“I only drip for you my Fallen.” I wrenched the shirt off my shoulders. Sasha looked so damned dark against my pale skin. I let my palms lightly caress his chest. He was still abnormally warm but I think he was getting cooler...back to room temperature for a Vampire. I didn’t even know I was crying. His hand came up touched his chest then followed the tear back to left eye. A thumb gently swept the liquid away. “You drip only for me, lobuv moya.”

“I love you Sasha. I can’t believe it seems to grow more every day.”

“I have an erection for you, Fallen.”

“I’ve got one for you too.” I sniffed and smiled down at him. I reached down and speared my hand in his wet hair. Eeeeww. I leaned forward until my nose was a hair’s width from his. “Your hair feels like wet spinach. Can I groom you?”

His eyes opened a little wider. “My hair is clammy but I was not going to say anything. I do not mind our present situation.” He did a hip grind up into my ass. Oh yeah, he was fine where he was.

“Your hair is going to look like a lint ball. Now, be my good kitty and get naked on the bed.” To be honest, I wanted nothing more than start a bump and grind on him, but the fear and desperateness had departed with the first shared kiss. He calmed my fluttering heart with just a whisper of his breath on my skin. My very own Vampire whisperer. I kept my hips under control and slipped off him. We were both naked from the waist up. Oops, I had scratched him on the shoulders. Sasha and I didn’t get into kinky crap that Azrael and Marcus got into –even though it has been toned down for now. Besides...arctic blues could set me on fire with just a look.

I took my hand and swept my hair back over my head. By the time my vision was cleared, Sasha was back on his feet. With his back towards me, he shrugged of his shirt. The wing scars were darker silver like lines diagonally from his shoulders to his spine. There was a delicate brand scar high on his left shoulder showing the Von Drachenfeld glyph. Everything went moved down to a “v”. Those wide broad shoulders down to a firm waist...Sasha dropped his pants. What was I saying? Yeowza...he’s been doing butt crunches. The proof was in the pudding and...I wanted to bury my face in it.

He turned his head and glanced back at me. My mouth wasn’t exactly hanging open but it wasn’t shut either. Poke. He cast an eye down to my groin then a wicked smile tweaked his lips. “Meow.” He sauntered and naked and wet toward the bedroom.

Sway kitty, sway.

I pulled the plug in the tub, picked up all of the wet things and tossed them in. I shucked my pants and wrapped a towel around my waist. I was tempted to leave my hair loose for a moment then found the clip and secured it at the nape of my neck. It might look all sexy to have hair everywhere but getting your roots ripped out in the throws of passion can put a damper on things. A bloody scalp is not a turn on to either of us.

I had a basket tucked away in the bathroom. I didn’t know I had a hair fetish. Well, not really, I only had a hair thang with my wingkitty. I caught my reflection in the mirror. I needed a tan even if it was spray on. I was a ghost with big green eyes and...holy moly. I turned my neck. The bite marks were healed but my skin was bruised. I was tempted to zap myself with a little bit of Healing light but then stopped. It looked like a hicky. A hicky from my love. My chest looked strange unadorned with the piercings out. For a fifty four year old man, I didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Which was great because I was getting tired of getting carded when I went hunting in a different bar.

I headed into our bedroom and staggered to a halt. Now, I know that this was posed but then again...Sasha was so comfortable with his body that he looked like a god of sex and death even when he was snacking on breakfast blood. He was laying on his side facing the bathroom. The arm he was laying on was stretched up on the bed, his ear resting on it. His hair was pulled forward, and twisted showing he had wrung out as much water as he could. There was a big wet spot on the carpet. His strands of jet black hair trailed over his arm and over the end of the bed. His right leg was akimbo and flat against the mattress. This only accented his erection.

I was surprised I had the presence of mind to suck the drool back up into my mouth. Sasha had a body that many would crawl across broken glass for. He was more than that to me. He was my silver feather in the darkness. My touchstone. My musical genius. I thought I wanted a quick and hard coupling. I thought that was what I needed. Arctic blue eyes opened and I was seared to my soul.

I needed a connection. I needed that more than coupling. I dropped to my knees at the end of the bed. Right in the wet spot. I shucked my towel and knelt on it. His fingers were still. I pressed a kiss to his first knuckles. He twitched bodily a little further away from where my lips were nibbling. I affected him like no other. I let my tongue snake out and lap at the crotch where his fingers met his palm. His arm tensed but he laid still. He had offered submission. If Sasha couldn’t do it, he didn’t offer it. I took out a wide comb and began to work at the tangles in his hair. I felt his eyes on me puzzled that I wasn’t climbing all over him.

“Let me...” My words were barely out in the air when I met his eyes. “Just let me.”

I don’t know what he saw. I wasn’t sure myself. “Kiss me, Fallen.”

I leaned forward over the bed. My head hovered over him upside down. His eyes looked at my neck. “I am proud to wear your mark, muzh.”

Kissing upside down was an experience. Our lips touched butterflyish. Light almost airy. Airy. Huh. I kind of liked airy. “While you are a wonder to behold...roll onto your stomach. No, not that. I want to play with your hair.”

My wingkitty slipped onto his front and cradled his head in his arms. I picked up my basket set it beside his shoulders then climbed onto his waist. I straddled him. “You okay?”

He grunted back at him. I settled my weight across the upper part of his ass cheeks I let my right forefinger trace his wing scar. It wasn’t enough. I leaned forward and kissed it. Then I turned my attention to his tresses. I couldn’t qualify as an amateur hairdresser. I just knew that if they quit making Infusium 23, I was going to have to go back to a brush cut. I sprayed my hands and then began to run my hands through his hair. My fingers caressed his scalp then trailed through his long, long locks. I began to comb his hair. I was naked on Sasha’s back but my erection had wilted as I felt his warmth between my legs, underneath me. I traded the comb for a soft wide brush. His hair gleamed as I began to stroke it. In the soft light of the bedroom, his hair shimmered blue black....maybe with a little hint of violet.

This was...nice. It filled a void I didn’t even know I had. Sasha’s hair was dry and silky. Each brush stroke released the scent of clove into the air. I took a handful of his hair and raised it to my face. I inhaled his essence.

Snore.

I stilled.

Snore.

He fell asleep. I felt a glow in my heart. I knew that he loved me. This was a sign that he trusted me. My Sasha. My Claudius. I leaned forward and pressed my ear to his back. I could hear his heartbeat. I brushed his hair off to the side to pool on the comforter. I started pressing light kisses to the nape of his neck. My tongue peeked out and lapped at his skin. Tasty. For a big man, Claudius had a little snore...almost a kittenish purr. Ah, I liked that. My kitty was purring.

I slipped over the hump of his ass. Damn how could I not notice how he filled out a pair of briefs? Okay, I’d been all harpy on him lately. Gaw, I was such a bitch. It took a tragedy to make me realize that I had a whole lot to be thankful for. I laid my cheek on the cheek before me. My fingers stroked the softness of his hip. I don’t know when the snor...uh, purring stopped but when I glanced up Sasha was turning back to look at me.

“Sex?”

I propped my chin up on his ass. “Oh, yes please.”

I was rewarded with a smile. Damn that was sweet. “I did not intend to fall asleep.”

“You were tired.”

“I am refreshed.” To show me how refreshed he was, he took my wrist and urged it forward under him. He was awake in more ways than one. Oh yeah, my Sasha was refreshed. He curled my fingers around him and arched his spine up until he was on all fours. I was plastered against the backs of his thighs and over his...adjective inspiring ass like a good little bandaid.

“Are you sure?”

Wiggle of perfect globes of muscle back into my groin. Poke. You’d think I’d faint some days with the way blood would leave my big head.

The scent of cloves had dominated the bedroom but the warmth of cinnamon began to intermix. I pressed my lips along his back as my hand began to move on him. He was so warm in my palm. My Sasha was unguarded with me. When I did this...I was regarded with a gasp. A sharp intake of breath that arched his back up to me as his hips pressed down into my touch. Soft noises I knew that he shared with no one else but me. I doubted that Hades had ever had the privilege of hearing a whisper of Russian, “More...”

I was hard and wanting but...he came for me because he heard my call. He came to the beach even knowing that it might cost him everything because I, me, little Eddie Xavier, was crying out on the sands. I followed his spine down to the crevasse of his ass. I pressed my face up against him letting my tongue flicker out and press against his portal. He jerked as I began to rim him. This wasn’t something that was offered to our partners. I pressed my face closer and began to stroke in earnest as he reached behind him trying to pull me free. His hand caught my hair clip and now all my hair cascaded around his ass, his thighs, his back and waist. His whole body shivered.

I whipped my head and drew my hair back across his skin.

“I am....” I dropped my hand away. He groaned then gasped for a different reason. I pressed my own little pleasure wand up against him. Knocking at the back door but sliding by. Xavier’s rule...playland must be open for admission. I might have greased the gates but...I pressed a finger deep into my Vampire. He tossed his head back, dark tresses flew everywhere and he groaned. Sasha’s Russian Adventure wasn’t safety checked. I searched for his prostate.

“SEX!”

I withdrew and pressed forward into the breech with two fingers. I felt the bed shake as his front arms tremored then he dropped chest first down to the comforter. A smile burst in my heart. I had him where I wanted him. Carefully, I positioned myself then pressed forward. There was just a moment’s hesitation and then I was engulfed in my lover’s secret grasp. It was my turn to make undignified noises as he tensed around me.

Kitty...my special black haired kitty who would move heaven and earth for me if it meant I would just smile. I began to rock his world. Hades fucked him over hard. He had told me how he ended up in the little blonde bastards bed; treachery, drugs and aphrodisiacs. The beginning was rape. There was no other way it could have been, Claudius had to build up an immunity to Hades poisonous touch. Then Sasha had said that after he could endure the Master Assassin’s touch, Hades had turned into a charming, seductive and generous lover. As he had told Xavier so long ago...you cannot be in a two hundred year relationship and have it bad for 90 percent of the time. Still, it was because of that time that Sasha didn’t do submissive. It was a rare and wondrous thing when it was offered. I treasured it. I treasured him as he deserved to be.

My hand slipped back around his hip. His precum was coating his cock and his stomach. I made sure to angle my hips to graze his pleasure zone. I never wanted to be compared to Hades. I might understand the blonde bastard, I could see why he was driven to Claudius – Liam was a tough act to follow, or get away from. My Sasha had beaten an apology out of Hades. I had no right to hold a grudge.

I felt it begin in his groin. I sped my hip thrusts up hitting the zone every time with my inward plunge. You only need to get hit with it once. I pressed my hips forward and plastered myself against his sweaty back, my forehead hard on his spine between his wing scars. His climax hit him hard making his body convulse with pleasure. I heard the comfort rip beneath his hands. His great black wings furled out of his scars and thrashed around. His channel tightened on me and I tipped over the edge as well.

As I said you only needed to be hit once with climax wings. You are absolutely defenceless and boneless. I had ended up with a concussion – again. I was worse than Eric Lindros. I just remember those blue, blue eyes looking at me with such concern. I just remember that it had been sooo worth it.

He flopped around like a bird that bounced off the windshield. I ended up getting bucked up over his hip and wham...flyswatter to the floor. I hit a feather mattress instead of the berber carpet. My heart was going a mile a minute. Gently I was deposited to the floor and the rest of the wing glittered away.

Sasha peered over the side of the bed. He was dazed. I raised a hand to my forehead. He was so damn cute right after lovin. He looked like a kitten who had just gotten the lion’s share of the feast. “Fallen?”

“Oh yeah...I’m fallen.” Aftershocks of pleasure were still zinging through me. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. When I opened my eyes again, Sasha hovered over me. He recovered so quickly. I was still in the wading pool of sexual satisfaction. He kissed me. Tenderly but it was Sasha’s version of tender. I just went boneless under him and opened my mouth. He plundered my mouth, coaxing my tongue forward and when I entangled my tongue with his, he sucked me deep and hard. I knew the difference. I had thirteen years to learn my muzh. This was a thank you kiss, not a start me up kiss. I moaned and he pulled back. His shiny smooth hair cascaded all around me.

“Are you all right now, my Fallen Angel?” I blinked up at him. He raised his hand and traced my forehead.

“Yeah...please...” I raised my hand and framed his jaw. “Don’t endanger yourself again, Sasha. I really don’t think I could bare it. That was an awful thing to say earlier...even though I meant it.”

There in the cavern of his hair, he stole my heart yet again. “You are my weakness and my strength, Lubov moya. What makes you shine, brings me happiness. What causes you grief, pains me to no end. I came to you because you were in pain. I could feel it.” He touched my temple. “Here and here.” He laid a hand on my chest over my heart. “My safety is of no concern. If you need me, just call out my name. I will be there.”

I glanced up at Sasha. He was serious. “You’ve got a friend?”

“You are my friend. You are my lover. You are the father of my grandchildren. You are the benchmark I aspire to, my beautiful Fallen Angel. That you allow this hand of darkness to even touch you, is something I give thanks for every morning.”

I wrapped my arms around him and relished the scent of him. The weight of him. Just him.

His voice whispered into my ear. “And...my muzh,” I opened my eyes, “if you ever slap me again, I will give you a spanking you will definitely not enjoy. Understood?”

I arched my neck towards him. He met me halfway. I pressed a light kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Dah.”

“Rest, lubov moya, you have had a very long morning. I will watch over you.” I fell asleep secure in my lover’s arms. His heart beat was steady beneath my ear. It pounded out a rhythm of safety and security. I relaxed into him. It didn’t matter that the rhythm was a lie...it was a beautiful one that I needed at this moment.


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