Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga

Chapter 230: Voices Carry: Part Three

The Loyal just stood there and let Taller drag me past them. My thinking was clear but my body was going haywire. The warm breath of each exhale Taller sent through my hair was sending shivers right though me. I was weak but stimulated. Over stimulated. There was a commotion behind me but Taller kept moving us forward. I blinked lazily over my shoulder and found Manu blocked by a couple of Loyal. His face was angry but then he just gave up.

What the hell? They were my Imperials. /Manu! Pytor!/ The red headed Russian came up behind his partner and hooked an arm over his darker mate’s shoulder and rested his chin on my clavicle and looked at me as I was hauled down the corridor. I matched eyes with both of them but they did nothing.

What the fuck! Argh. Taller licked my ear and broke my concentration. I don’t think they heard my pack call. Why were they just standing there? Taller shifted his hold and pressed his thumb hard against my push button start. He laughed as my body jumped to his rhythm. I couldn’t fight him. Correction, I was fighting him but whatever the hell he slipped into my drink was winning. It blocked my pack call. I couldn’t Silent Speak. Even though Ripley had warned against it I tried my blue line. My whole body stiffened and I had a seizure in Taller’s arms. His told tightened and he kicked at the door we were approaching.

“Paul!”

“What the hell is going on?”

“He was fine…now he’s having some kind of reaction.”

“Fuck man…I didn’t think you’d be grabbing this guy. I’m out of here.”

“Ricky!”

“He goes with that big monster of a guy. You want to fuck with that man? He’ll break you in two?”

“I haven’t seen that guy in months. I think they broke up.”

I was dropped less than politely on my ass. I slumped over and smashed the side of my head off the floor. It was musty. Janitor room. We were in the janitor room. Ripley cuffs worked too well. What little energy I did have was gone.

“He still breathing? He stopped twitching.”

I didn’t think it would have been too much to think that they would have checked my neck for a pulse. As it was, Taller knelt beside me and gripped my nipple though my leather rape-me-now shirt. I gasped and tried to twist away or so I thought. I think I arched up into his touch. “Now, there’s the slut, I’ve been eyeing up. Sensitive little thing aren’t you?”

“I’m not down with this.”

“Then watch the door, Ricky. His friends will start looking for him soon.”

“Frank…”

“I’ve already dosed him. It would be worse if we just left him here. Watch the door.” Taller shut his fingers into the neckline and jerked me upright into a sitting position. Help me stand this pretty slut up Paul. You can take the front. I’ll mess around with the back.”

Sonofabitch…I’m going to get raped. My body went into overload. Taller leaned back against the wall and held me up, wedging his hip and leg between mine after the mysterious Paul stripped my pants off. I say mysterious because Taller had his hand around my chin and pulled my head up and back. I had a perfect view of the bare light blub in the ceiling.

This was so fucking surreal. The pulsing beat of the dance floor was vibrating the walls and floor. Sweaty hands slipped up my bared thighs and then my legs were separated and my left was hiked up over a shoulder. Paul began to press kisses and ran his tongue around the base of my penis. I raged. I wailed. I couldn’t do a damn thing but feel.

Taller returned to twisting my push button start and sucking on my ear lobe. “God you are so fucking hot. I’ve been wanting to get at you since the first day I laid eyes on you.” I groaned and moaned as my body began to burn with desire. Unwanted desire. I was able to shift my knee but then Paul took me deep into his mouth. Unwanted pleasure is still rape. While I was buried deep inside a talented mouth, hands spread my buttocks exposing my portal.

“You’re not like the others. I wouldn’t want to treat you like them…you…” I groaned as I was breached by a digit. Aaaahhhhh. “…deserve special care.”

I twisted or tried to but then Taller hit that spot. Nngghh.

Fuck…

Tears began to stream down my face.

I heard the door to the room open as Paul transferred his attention to my balls.

“I knew I could get tears of pleasure out of you. You’re just meant for fucking. You just got to wiggle your cute little ass by someone and you get what you warrant…”

“However, what Xavier deserves is not from something the likes of you.”

Marcus?

“And, I have seen all of the tears he can produce and what you have there is not tears of pleasure. Open you eyes, Little One.”

No, it was Armor. They were interchanging so seamlessly. Taller hit my prostate again. I felt my face flush red and burn hard. Paul had pulled off me so my hard member was waving in the cooling air now that the hot mouth was off me. Sometime during this assault I had closed my eyes. Yes, tears were streaming down my cheeks but as Armor had said, they were not tears of pleasure or joy or welcome. I was so fucking angry and frustrated at being so fucking helpless and horny. I opened my eyes and felt the burn of my blue flame in my eyes.

“What the shit!!”

Paul scrambled backwards and knocked into a cleaners cart then huddled as it collapsed on him.

“Why are your hands still in him?” Armor’s voice had gotten emotionless.

I cried out as Taller hit the prostate again. Shame flooded me. This was a situation of my own devising.

“You left him. He’s been lost out there in the crowd. Someone was going to take him. Why not me?”

“Just because I am not here, does not mean that he is alone. Xavier is never alone. You are making me angry Frank.”

“What? I wouldn’t like you when you’re angry?” There was a sneer in Taller’s voice but his hand pulled free from inside me.

“No, you would not, however, it is not my temper that you have to worry about.”

“What could this little sweet meat do?”

“Xavier. Why not show him your wings?”

I couldn’t show ‘Frank’ anything but how to drop like a plush toy after the claw had dragged it to the drop slot. I slammed hard down to my knees and then pitched forward. My shoulders hit blue jean clad shins and it’s firmness guided me down until I was laying naked face first down on brown motorcycle boots. The most asinine thing went through my mind. Since when does Marcus or Armor wear jeans?

“Ricky!”

“Don’t worry you’ll be seeing him soon enough.” Marcus. Armor didn’t use contractions, just like Father. The mind is an amazing thing considering I’m contemplating this while naked staring across the uneven cement floor to the closed door.

There was a clatter and rattle as Paul kicked his way free from the cleaning cart. “Did you see his freaking eyes? They were glowing!”

“You have been judged and found guilty of preying on your own kind. Ricky didn’t hurt Xavier and for that I granted him leniency.”

“You let him go?”

“Of course not, he was a serial rapist. I killed him mercifully. You however, you dared to touch something that should be treated with reverence. I am not worthy to stand at his side. What makes you think you have the right to lay a finger on him?”

Armor killed them.

That in itself wasn’t odd but he mindfucked them to death. How the hell could he do that? I thought…my body broke through all train of thought and I what I thought was unbearable sensation before ramped it up to the power of ten. I mewled. There’s no other way to say it…I mewled as I writhed on the floor trying to get the most sensation on the most sensitive areas. I was humping the dirty floor.

I had scenarios all planned out in my head how things would go when the abandoning bastard showed up again. I was going to James Bond cool and suave. I was going to show him that I didn’t need him. That he could walk away and I would have stumbled for a bit but I would have found my way back to my feet. I never thought I would be bare ass naked with my hair spilling all over my body like I was a mermaid climbing from the froth. My cock was hard and pulsing. I didn’t have the motor control to grip myself. Paul’s saliva had coated it and I now I had covered it with the grit from the floor. The cuffs at my wrist clinked as I tried to crawl away. This was never what I wanted him to see…not even in my worse self hating fantasy did I think he would return and find me like this. I couldn’t jack myself. I sure as hell couldn’t crawl anywhere. There was no sound other than the loud pounding in my ears and my disgusting whining voice.

I felt his foot steps as he walked away. Oh god. Not again. My finger nails clawed at the floor. I heard the taps turn on and there was rummaging and shifting sounds them I was carefully dragged back up off the floor. I ended up cradled on his blue jean thighs. One massive hand splayed on my stomach holding me in place against him as the other pulled my knees wide. He said nothing as my head fell backwards on his leather jacketed shoulder.

Uuuuhhnnnn.
Armor took a rag and washed my cock with clinical efficiency. The scent of the various chemicals in the room overpowered the familiar essence of apples. He set the rag aside. His hand grasped me and my whole pelvis jerked up to met him. He was a fire that burned in my blood.

Nnnngggghhh. The hair on the back of my neck stood on end as his breath swept over my cheek and down the side of my throat. My nipple pebbled up just why a whisper of his warmth. He only needed to stroke me lightly before crisis hit. For once my wings didn’t pop out into a parody of a car emblem. I was panting but this release didn’t do much. I was still so sensitive.

Arrrrsshghnn…

I shivered from head to toe as his voice finally broke the lingering silence. “You were not supposed to drink the whole thing, Xavier. Frank would have taken it from you after a few swallows. You are going to be in flame all night. I did not come back here to do this with you…but you are in such distress…my Beautiful. I cannot leave you like this. You were supposed to carry on without looking back.”

The leather gear I had arrived in was scattered around the floor and truth be told there was no way in hell I was going to be getting into that. Armor shifted under me and his warm leather coat was wrapped around me. He picked me up with such ease that he paused and looked down at me. Yes, too much of a liquid diet when I came to town. Which just showed how damned tight those pants were.

“I know you are there, open the door and get me a blanket.” Armor’s hand cradled my head into his chest and the bulk of my hair hid my face.

“Lord?” Manu…who left me on my own. Who saw I was in trouble and left me on my own. “Will you be going upstairs?”

“We need a neutral location. I booked a hotel room. I will take him there.”

I wish I could say the ride was uneventful. Claudius had taken off with the limo and it wasn’t back yet so we were reduced to a cab and a cabbie who was more than right on the money. We were gay and I was naked and horny. Armor produced a not so cock and bull story about me getting slipped something and now he just wanted to take me home before something bad happened. Armor slipped me onto the seat, climbed in then pulled me up onto his lap. He slapped a vocal binding on me because another round of searing sensation was already starting to ramp up the scale again. The simple soft touch of his hand stroking my hair kept things hovering around the bearable level until we pulled up to his hotel.

“Keep you eyes closed, Little One. Your flame is still burning hot. I will take care of you as soon as we get inside.” His words were whispered right into my ear. His lips feathered across the curl of my upper ear and I gasped as my nipples tightened and burned.

The doorman held the cab door and Armor slipped out with me carefully covered in his arms. My bare feet swung in the bitter winter wind and just enough of that sensation triggered everything back into sensory overload. I whimpered and pressed hard against Armor’s chest as he held me easily. The elevator’s stomach lurching motion didn’t help.
I opened my eyes but only saw my snowstorm of hair. I couldn’t focus on the hallway passing before me.

I literally screamed when Armor stood me up in the shower. The head had been set to pulse and the pressure was too much that it hammered me right to drain. He stripped off and then joined me, gathering my limbs up and propping me against his warm hard body. My body welcomed him. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t James Bond. I would never be suave. Armor walked away from me and I yearned for him every nanosecond of every day. He cut me open when he left and everything I’ve been doing has been trying to bleed out – to end it cause it just hurt so much.

His massive hands and football tackle’s body held me in a parody of something I wanted back so much. He shampooed my hair, changing the shower head setting to a gentle stream and rinsed me clean. I felt his nose bury itself into the back of my head. I was washed quickly until the lingering scents of the humans and Fey were gone. I was hard and pulsing. Armor took me in hand and brought another round of completion out of me. He dropped his vocal binding and my slutty voice filled the master bath with cries of joy and ecstasy My ass began to press back against him. Wanton. Honestly I didn’t know if it was the drug or my own traitorous body. Apples and Cinnamon were mingling together in a sensual dance of desire and lust.

Armor shuffled me forward pinning me against the warm tiles. I cried out as his slicked fingers pressed inside my portal. Taller had made me feel dirty and more than a little stupid that I had trusted a stranger. I knew better than to take candy from strangers but when you wanted to die…

Armor pulled my leg up, opening my hips and then I felt him slip easily inside. My cheek was bumping and sliding along the tiles as he began to move. This was our dance. I didn’t want another partner. I didn’t want Ripley trying to take Armor’s place. No body could. I climaxed hard around him and cried out in a gasp. He took a firm hold of my hips and began to work his magical mastery of my body. He had taught me this. He had forced me to learn my body. He could play me like Father could play that crimson grand. Our three month separation was nothing. A heart beat. A blink of an eye. I heard that hitch in his breathing and then I felt him warm my insides. Fanning the embers of a fire I had tried to smother. I still burned for him. My husband. My Pretty. He who walked away and never looked back at the mess he left behind.

I fainted or else I did an Oscar worthy job of appearing to.

I woke up flat on my back on the king sized bed. I bundled snuggly in a vellux blanket. My eyes could focus well beyond the end of my nose now. My limbs were still damned lethargic and my damn hair weight about 100 pounds. I just laid still hoping that whatever the hell I had drunk had run it’s course. I could feel the cool metal still on my wrists. If I didn’t have these on, I could burn this poison out of my system…but I did and I deserved to suffer the consequences of my stupidity.

I would have been raped…and the so called Loyal would have let it happen…and my so called friends, the Imperials. I felt tears burn in my eyes. Well I guess that just shows were I stand with everyone. Being raped would have been the least of my worries. They had seen my blue flame. I wouldn’t have to worry about Orel Wessel if this had gotten out. There were other human labs out there who would love to dissect a creature of legend.

There was the sound of a closing door and then the rattle of metal and china. I turned my head and watched as Armor wheeled the food cart into the bedroom. The fact that he was so dressed down in jeans and a black tee wasn’t the only thing changed. He had cut his hair. It was short. Those brown wavy locks were tamed and barely touched the back of his neck. I tried to call out to him but my voice was still paralyzed.

Armor pulled the cart right up to the bed then locked the wheels and turned toward me. “I need to eat. You need to eat more, but I think you can only handle some juice right now, Xavier. You have let yourself get underweight again.”

His tone was off. The warmth that I assumed was mine was missing. I could have been just another Assassin. How can a broken heart fracture even more.

/Xavier?/ His silent speak washed over me.

I still couldn’t communicate verbally but he saw where I was looking. His hand lifted and tugged at the shorn locks. “I do not blend in with the crowd. It can be a draw back on a stealth mission. I cannot do anything about my size but I could do something about my hair.” A wash of breath left his mouth and he lowered himself heavily to the edge of the bed. “You are stronger than this Xavier and you know better. Maybe it is for the best that you are incapacitated right at this moment, you have always intimidated me.”

Huh?

Armor gave a short snort of laughter. “Yes, looking at me who would think that a slip of a human – a limited life in a fragile body – could set my insides aquiver. You have always been stronger than me, Xavier were it counts the most. I could physically force you to do things but you always bested me with that iron will of yours. It is hard to face your shortcomings, and I have a lot of them.”

He leaned sideways placing his arms on either side of my shoulders and loomed over me. His face seemed a little gaunt but aside from the lack of hair, he looked like my Armor until I matched his gaze. The warm chocolate of his eyes had hardened and were cooler, colder. “Every promise I have ever made to you, Little One, I had torn through. When I made them, I had every intention to honoring them. It is very humbling to realize that I not only could not keep them; but, I was incapable of doing so. You did that to me, Xavier. I could only watch as obstacle after obstacle fell into your path and you climbed clear of each and every one. I finally figured out how you did it.”

Armor lowered himself down until our foreheads were touching. “That fucking iron will of yours. Why do you have that will? You know who you are.”

Butterfly kisses landed on my lips. Barely there but you knew that something had landed. “Who am I, Xavier? I know what I am to you, but who am I? Marcus’s delusion? His brother? I am a killer. I am a rapist.”

My eyes snapped open. “If I was secure, I would have saved your life that night then I should have tried to gain your trust and friendship and maybe your love. I took what I wanted even though I knew in my soul it was wrong because, I wanted and I knew that I really had nothing to offer you. I felt real with you. I was wrong to say those things to you, Xavier. You were not sucking me dry. I was clinging to you because…after all these years I still do not know what I am. Who I am.”

Armor shifted off me and lay at my side, bringing am arm up and around, curling my blanketed self around him. “Claudius had Lanseng track me down. I think the Fey helped. Seeing you out there on the dance floor in this act of desperation was like a knife to the heart. You are better than this, Little One. You are stronger than this. Maybe I should not have walked away the way I did, but it was the right thing to do. So now maybe I can start doing things the way they should have been from the beginning –the right way.”

We both lay on the bed in silence. The only sound was the ticking of the watch on his wrist as it lay close to my ear. “You have to let me go, Little One. I do not have the strength to stand beside you right now.”

We fell back into silence.

“You remember that movie we watched once, about this woman who kept getting engaged but kept ending up leaving the guy at the alter. I know you said it was the most stupid thing I ever made you watch.” Armor’s hand stroked my hair, the back of his knuckles brushing against my temple. “There was this one part about eggs. Whoever she was with, that was the way she liked her eggs. She is me, Little One. The force of your character just swamps me. I need time to find out if I even like eggs…maybe I want oatmeal. I just cave to you because I want to make you happy…but I deserve to be happy to. I need to find out how to be…without you.”

His nose buried itself in my hair and he took a deep breath. “Let me go, Xavier. Give me the rest of the Sabbatical that Marcus requested. I will come back to you when the year is over.” Heavier kisses travelled down my throat followed by a flick of a tongue on warm flesh. “Most of the drug is out of your system…”

“Aaa…” My throat was dry and strained. “Aarmm…”

The big vampire sat up then pulled me up settling me in front of him. He shifted and pulled a glass tumbler full of cranberry juice with a lime wedge to my lips. Gah… “It is good for your throat.”

He poured the vile concoction into my mouth and waited until I swallowed it.

“Xavier?”

My throat was tight and scratchy. It took me three times to get it out and it was low but I made sure I enunciated every single word. “If you walk out that door again…don’t come back.”

I could feel Armor stiffen and his arms tightened around me. “If that is the only way. I love you Xavier. I just really do not like you right now.” He shifted me sideways and pulled down the lower lid of my eye and looked at me intently. “I think the worst is over.
Pytor and Manu dropped off clothes. They are waiting for you out in the hall. The limo is waiting to take you home.”

I couldn’t fight my way out of the blanket as he laid me back on the bed. “I told you before I wouldn’t do a Hades for you.”

Armor turned and picked up his leather coat. “I am not arrogant enough or scared enough to pull a Liam on you, Xavier, and make you wait. Find someone else if you have to. Mark my words, I love you. When I come back to you, I will win you back and this time I will do it the right way.” He almost made it back to the door then he pivoted and marched back to the bed. He moved with a purpose and I had the presence of body to get an arm free which ended up gripping his t-shirt and he shoved his tongue down my throat. His hand tangled in the back of hair and angled my head so he could deeper penetration. Our lips parted with a loud smacking pop.

“You spice up my life, Beautiful. I carry cinnamon mints with me everywhere I go. When I get lonely and long for you, I take it into my mouth…” He pressed his cheek along mine, “and pretend that it is you. I WILL see you in nine months.”

This time I got the joy of watching him walk out of life. Fucking bastard. I didn’t know if it was him or me I was referring to. The two Lycan slipped in before the door closed. The annoyance and betrayal I felt must have come through my eyes because both of them dropped to their bellies and crawled into the bed room in a sign of submission. If I was stronger, I would have withheld my forgiveness. As it was, I was surrounded my apple and cinnamon scent and I wanted to throw up.
It was early evening by the time I could actually stand. I had one little flare up with the last bit of drug but I had full function of my limbs and handled it easily. Haha...jees, even my sarcasm sounded bitter. No more wallowing. No more drinking. My stomach was growling. When I lifted the dome off the tray it was like a kick in the fangs. After all his talk about eggs, there was Eggs Benedict with sausage links. This time I expected the sharp stab to my heart and it didn’t seem to ache as much. Cold eggs, ick.

Manu and Pytor were suck to me like fleas as we rode up the elevator to Von Drachenfeld proper. The doors slid back revealing the white marble floor and red runners and tanned bare feet. I raised my head up and found Raissa standing there blocking my entry with Ike right behind her a massive arm across her shoulder and his hand splayed over her stomach. Huh?

I was about to open my mouth to demand what the hell was going on when I saw a little flash of a sapphire in a Lycan earlobe.

“Papa…” Raissa brought her hand up and linked fingers with Ike Saitou…or was it Von Drachenfeld now.

And life continues on. One love is lost. Another love grows.

“Papa?” There was such hopefulness tinged with fear on my little girl’s face.

I stepped forward and embraced both of them, crushing Raissa slightly between us. I reached up and cupped my hand around the back of Ike’s neck. I was still little weak and those damned cuffs were still locked around my wrist. If Ike didn’t want to lean over, I couldn’t make him. He curled his huge body forward. “It is customary for the boy to come and ask the father for permission.”

“Lord Alpha, I am taking responsibility.”

Huh…what?

“Papa! We’re having puppies!” I stared down at Riassa copperhead hair and big blue eyes. I blinked. She had the tell tale mother of blue aura. I think I staggered back. Manu propped me up.

I blinked a few times then let a smile quirk my lips. I’m going to be a grandfather. Oooh. “You get to tell your mother.”

Riassa’s face collapsed into a worried frown. I paused. Someone was going to have to tell Claudius.

“On second thought, I’ll tell your mother. You can tell Ded.” I pressed a kiss to Riassa’s fore head then kissed Ike on the cheek. “You do know that there is going to have to be a wedding maybe two.”
“Are you happy, Papa?”

Yeah. Didn’t Claudius say someone had to leave your life to make room for someone else to come in. Armor’s gone. Ike has stepped up and now there’s puppies on the way. “Wait…shouldn’t they be vampires not puppies?”

“I don’t know Lord Alpha.” Ike’s weak tea colored eyes held a familiar expression. Even though he was so damned huge, there was so much of Haley in him. My little girl was in good paws.

“They could be werewolves.” Pytor piped in. “What? I’ve never heard of a vampire and a Lycan mating and producing offspring.” We all turned and looked at him. “I’m just saying…that’s all.”

Baby Fangs or little Fuzzies. Oh good Lord. The door to the elevator went ding behind us and Father stopped looking at us. “What are you doing blocking the entrance?”

I looked over at Ike. “Batter up.”

I moved past the young couple. Discretion is the better part of valour. I’d rather face Claudia’s little tirade than Claudius. Sure enough I heard a loud roar behind me. I would be busy enough these upcoming months that I shouldn’t be able to wallow in my sorrow.

Besides, if I did get lonely, that’s what sour apple Jolly Ranchers were for.



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Okay, this is it. No more for Candy. The neverending epilogue has ended. Not the way I originally envisioned it but I’ll do a little wrap up over in HOW DO YOU WRITE?

Thanks for the reviews. Thanks the Clickies. Thanks for the pokes when I needed them.

There will be a Book 6 – untitled, no start date yet but I can’t leave Armor and X twisting in the breeze. Well I could but that would just be sooo wrong.

Tah!!

Kiix