Candy: Book 5 of the Lord Emperor Vampire Saga

Okay, I may have mentioned it over in Tentacles but my muse is back and kicking. Whoo hoo. So…let’s make this short and sweet just like me.

O_O Psychic Ana is back. (eep)

Newmoon – welcome and “jodhpurs” are those tight English style riding pants with the extra wide hips. I might not be right, but that’s what I was thinking of. ‘braided monkey suit’ – referring to those old European style of military wear – baroque use of braided cord in the front, on the back and the sleeves of the jacket. There probably is an official name for it, but I don’t have a clue what it could be called. My Chemical Romance has a video and they are wearing them…no idea what the song is, it escapes me at the moment.

Steph291 – thanks for the heads up. Keep pointing out the plot bunnies. Mauh!

Garina – holy toldeo – I am going to assume a female—woman!! 4 books, 7 short stories and 8 chapters in four days. Thanks!! Okay, regarding Callia and Raissa, I didn’t have the little tots figured out personality wise in Clove. Candy, I decided I need them switched around. This is a first draft. You are getting the unabridged writers process. You missed the fun of the first 7 chapters of Clove…I had a hell of a time and had to restart and then backtrack. I’m sure I annoyed the hell out of my readers, but when something ain’t working, you gotta fix it.

Mouse ears and sunscreen to newmoon; laur; Duelriel; lone_child; lavcea; SpiritofBeyond; ayachan; steph291; rosemary; jewel2656; Marin Liliz; Ana; blaze; AsyenMari and Garina. I luv ya all!


WARNING: VAMPIRE BUNNIES, LYCAN BUNNY, SORT OF


Chapter 193: Haley, Prince of the North

The last place I wanted to go back to was the Golden Phoenix. I already had one drunken vampire in my bedroom. The other one…well, Hades coping mechanism was sex. In the past it was on Father, or it was on Sex. Security issues however limited us. I would rather smack Hades hands off my ass rather than endanger my impromptu proxy party or my Loyal. The point was made that we would need to find an alternative hunting ground. I was getting old and predictable for a multiple personality vampiric werewolf. Gees.

Sunday night was a tad bit more tame than Friday or Saturday. It was 80’s night. The party goers were more along my true age. Heads snapped around when we came up to the second level. Number one, we were dressed like hotties. Number two we looked too young to want to hang out with those considered long in the tooth. Haha. I liked coming for nibbles on a Sunday. I wasn’t looking for a jump, just some nuzzling so I could sink my fangs for just a bit. It was easier to talk to the Sunday clubbers. We had so much in common.

I don’t remember Haley being so hyper. We got to the second floor and I got hauled onto the dance floor before we even picked out our spot. “Take on me” was blaring with the accompanying video playing on the big screen. It was a lively crowd. Haley claimed center stage then pivoted and wrapped his arms around my chest and buried his head against me. This was the highschool dance clinch. He swayed slightly and sighed heavily.

“Are you going to tell me what the hell is going on?”

His answer was to bury himself against me even more. /I have missed you, Lord Alpha. Cinnamon isn’t a popular scent in the Den./

“Why are you giving me your puppies?”

/Because I love them./ Haley looked up and rested his chin on my shoulder. /And I know you love them and you would protect them from harm./

/Is it so dangerous?/

/Being a Lycan is dangerous business. Being a puppy of an influential Lycan is dangerous. Being the puppy of the heir of the Pack, is downright suicidal./ Haley’s arms tightened around me. /I know my puppies will be protected with you and the Imperials./

“Talk to me, pup. I hear rumblings from the underground, but that is just rumor. What is going on?”

“You know it’s forbidden to speak about Lycan matters with non-Lycan, cousin.” I looked down to see a merry twinkle in Haley’s eyes that were color of weak tea. “The Northern Pack is considered a new one. There has only been one Den Mother and that has been grandmother. She has named me as High Alpha and Ping as Den Mother with Arashi to take over when she reaches the age of change. Ping is of noble birth, but she is considered an interloper. Arashi’s parentage has been examined and approved. She will be the next Elder.”

“Why do I sense a big but here?” A hand tapped Haley on the shoulder to cut in on our snuggle dance.

Haley swung me around so he could face the man who wanted to be rubbing up against me. “Piss off, pipsqueak.” He flashed some fang and the man disappeared back into the throng around us.

“Impressive, I thought you were just going to haul off and punch him in the face.”

Haley grinned up at me. “He was in your personal bubble.”

He fell silent and pushed back from me to start dancing with the beat. I figured he was going to tell me when he felt like it. I swung my eyes around the place. The Loyal had taken up discreet position along side of Hade’s bouncers. Speaking of the little hellion on heels…where was he? I stumbled as I spied that golden head hovering over a long black curtain of hair.

Sex zipped past me.

“Hey, Haley…” I ruffled his hair then slipped past him with my eyes centered on my Sasha and the little shepherd boy menace. Sasha was draped mouth wateringly on a chaise lounge in his signature black cargo style shorts and deep green tank. It showed off his shoulders to perfection. Pale and creamy flesh that just begged to be licked and sucked and nibbled upon. But not by Hades.

Was I jealous? Damn straight I was. I had a ring in this finger armor on my hand that said I was entitled. Sasha saw me storming the castle and his eyes flared up blue. One blink he was in flame, the next it was his adoringly cute arctic blue orbs. I ducked around Hades and climbed up my husband, situating myself between my black Russian and the blonde barkeep. Sasha’s hands came around my chest and he pulled be back against him. The scent of cloves enveloped me.

“Claudius is taken. Go sniff around someplace else, Cillian.”

“Don’t I wish I could say that this was a pleasant surprise, Edward.” Hades returned quickly narrowing his watery blue eyes down at me.

“Fallen, no need to be rude. Hades was just inquiring about Liam.”

“Hmmm, you toss his ass out then you want him?”

“Just as charming as ever. Enjoy yourselves.”

Hades turned and made his way off to the stairs leading up to the third floor. No doubt he’d been performing a solo in front of his wall of sound. If you know what I mean -- Nudge, nudge, wink, wink.

“Not that I am flattered, but what was that about?” Sasha spread his palm out across my abs. Oooh, nice…

“You’ve done enough for him. Two hundred and twenty years worth of enough.” I felt my lips settle into a pout.

“Hades was not asking for sexual favors. If anything, I think he is regretting his decision of kicking William out.” Sasha pulled me closer and I let him. I melted back onto his hard pale body. “Besides, we, of all vampires, know what regret is.”

I let my head fall back and rest on his shoulder. Yeah, we knew what regret was. We lost seven years of love together because of stupid misunderstands that lead to rape and terror. We were denied of watching the ‘firsts’ with the children together. I let out a sigh, and here I was doing it again.

“Sasha…”

“Fallen.”

“Don’t we deserve time to ourselves?”

My head moved as Sasha sighed. I have made myself a pest the past few weeks. Waiting was never my strong point. What had the brotherhood called me? Feral. I grab at anything I wanted regardless of the consequences. I lifted my hands to his and caught them against my chest. “Am I being an ass asking this of you?”

“If you asked it might not be so much. You demanded.”

“I want to be with you.”

“What are we doing now?”

“I AM being an ass.”

Sasha shifted sitting upright. He urged me up spread his legs then pulled me back against him. My kilt was hiked up a little higher and I was aware that we were getting looks of appreciation. I knew what we looked like. Black and White. Ying and Yang. “My beautiful Fallen Angel, I would like nothing more than to take off with you but...your presence affects more than just me. As it should be.”

“Then why did you build that cabin out on the farm? Didn’t you do it to be with me?”

“Sex.” There was a long pause. “I built that cabin for us, but I also built it for me. I need solitude once in a while.”

Rejection. Sasha tightened his arms around me as I made to move off the chaise. “Do not run from me, Fallen. You only give me the chance to tell half the story…” Sasha had gotten speedy over the years. Crap, half the time he could block me now before I started something that would have gotten me in trouble. Not that I minded, his last minute substitution usually had been clawing the sheets to shreds. Heh, heh.

I sat ramrod straight but I quit trying to get up. “Sex. I have given unto you my heart and what little bit of soul I have. You have overwhelmed me with everything that you are. That is your way. You should not have to change it or temper it for me and my lack of character. I wait and anticipate our time together because I know when you are here with me, I am the center of the universe. I know that if I ask anything of you…you would do it. I should be able to do the same. I would love nothing more than to take you to the cabin and keep you enthralled for a week or two.”

“Enthralled would be nice.”

“You have responsibilities. Now you have more with puppies underfoot. Just because I am retired and have nothing to do all day, does not mean that you do.”

“You’re bored?”

Sasha leaned forward and rested his chin on my shoulder. “I guess so. I have never been an inactive sort of man. The winglets are grown so my company and advice these days are not needed. I need time to figure out what I want to do?”

“You can’t do that with me?”

Sasha chuckled. “You distract the hell the out of me.”

“That’s a bad thing?”

“I love it when you are bad.” I turned my head and got lips nibbling at mine. Sasha nibbles --my favorite appetitizer. “We could ride out on our bikes to the cabin and spend our day communing with nature.”

“I want a week with you.”

Sasha tapped the finger armor on my hand. “I am painfully aware that I must share you, Fallen. How can we steal another’s time?”

I slumped back against him. “You suck.”

Sasha turned his lips to my ear. “Later.” I shivered with promise. Sasha wrapped an arm over my shoulder crossing my chest and hauled me backwards. I squawked unprepared but then glanced up to see my husband’s other hand up in a football block to a certain Lycan’s face.

Haley blinked at us between spread fingers. I was half sprawled over Sasha’s hip. A hand landed on my upper thigh and my kilt was yanked back down. I glanced up at Marcus as he covered my modesty. “Tut tut, a lady keeps her secrets to herself. Father.” Marcus leaned over the back of the chaise and pressed a kiss to Sasha’s head. “Prince Haley.”

Sasha shifted his hold to the back of Haley’s neck and dragged him onto the chaise. “You’re quick.” Haley wrinkled up his nose to make sure it was still attached and working properly.

“You have a bad habit of leaping on parts of Sex that I cherish.”

“I cherish Lord Alpha as well.”

Sasha leaned over and pressed a kiss to Haley’s multi-tonal head. “What did you want, Prince Haley?”

“Dance with me.”

I moved to scramble off the chaise.

“All of the pod…”

Sasha just tightened his arm around Haley and pulled him back against the arm of the lounger. If Haley wanted to, he could have squirmed away. If a Lycan doesn’t want to be held, he don’t get held. “You have done enough dancing around the subject. Tell us why Von Drachenfeld is now privileged to hear the patter of tiny claws.”

“Lord Alpha is Hashmalliam.” Haley said it in a tone that a kindergarten teacher would use as the last of the frayed nerves was letting loose. He looked at all three of us and was just met with dumbfounded looks. Actually, Skell was Hasmalliam. The rest of us were the clean up crew and X was the restoration.

I signed and leaned heavily on my Russian. “Can you dumb it down for me, Haley. I’m not getting it.”

Haley sat back and huffed in the air. “Hashmalliam is a Lycan prophecy. Lord Alpha is on the Lycan roll. You have a better claim to the Den and the Lycan Nation than I do because your mother is third litter. My father was tenth.”

Uh, X, you might want to get up here right about now. This is something I think you should be hearing first hand. I don’t know how Father knows it but the warm hold he had on this body loosened when Sex went back to the beach. Wait up here…what did he just say?

“My mother was not a Lycan.” I frowned.

Haley leaned forward and planted a kiss right on the lips. He smacked his pucker up against mine loudly, grinned that familiar puppy-like grin at me then sat back. “Your First Mother confirmed it.”

First Mother? Oh God.

“You transformed into a wolf cub. The bite that Aunt Eliza gave you outweighs the fact that you are merely a werewolf. A female holds more power than a male. Her rank in birth is higher than my fathers. You were a werewolf long before you were a vampire. This is my Grandmother’s words, since your blood is “tainted” by vampires, your brood is not eligible to be added to the roll. Since you cannot have Lycan pups, you are considered infertile therefore your legal right of succession goes to the next confirmed female of the blood line which is Arashi.”

I was getting a permanent headache.

“I am not in line for succession. Britta hates my guts.”

“Actually…” Haley wrinkled his nose at me. “Grandmother admires you. She has seen you as a threat since you made the roll. Considering how many litters she had, none still live. There are few grandpups or great-grandpups that have made it to the age of change. If you hadn’t saved me, you would have been the only surviving heir.”

I felt my stomach muscles clench tight in tension. “I have no intention of becoming embroiled in Lycan succession.”

Haley reached out and cupped the side of my face. “You are already in the thick of it, Lord Alpha. Grandmother is fading. Factions are coming out of the woods. I have supporters. Far distant cousins – mostly males who mated outside the bloodline are filling the Den. There are some who want Arashi declared as Den Mother now even though she is still such a young puppy.”

I had a mental flashback to the dark angry face as Arashi snarled at her mother. That pup took my legs out from under me when she was just a whelp. I think this future queen of the Lycans could open up a serious can of whoop ass just as she was now. I had a feeling that she would become a legend just like her great-grandmother.

“You have a faction pushing your name forward as well, Lord Alpha and it is a strong one. The Female Alphas and the Female Imperials have banded together and they are supporting you.”

Oh. My. God.

A hand came down on my shoulder. I canted my head back and caught Armor’s concerned gaze. “Can Xavier formally withdraw his name from succession?”

“That is not the Lycan way. Blood is key. You are on the official roll. You are part of the Lycan Nation, Lord Alpha.” Haley leaned forward off the arm of the chaise and climbed up into my lap. He had gotten heavy. His arms came around me and he rested his forehead against my throat. “Cousin…will you comfort me?”

Haley nuzzled into the side of my neck and pressed his lips against my slightly sweaty flesh. “Pup….”

“Can I just be a pup in your house again, even if it’s just for the night?”

There was a discreet ahem. I flicked my eyes over the back of the chair. Armor had straightened up at the sound and turned to the black t-shirted bouncer. “Hades has offered full access to the third floor.” A key dangled from his fingers.

“I want to be with the pod.” Haley reached out and tangled his hand in Claudius’s long hair. Father returned the favor and scratched Haley behind the ear. The Lycan groaned and leaned into the rubbing so hard he slipped off sideways on to the cushions.

Armor took the key. Haley blinked up at the sexual sensei as he sat on the floor. “Well then, pup. There is not a telephone connection keeping us apart this time.”

Shades of Tokyo flashed in my mind. Holy crap, I had forgotten how big Haley was in that down there department. Haley pressed a kiss to my bare knee cap. I matched his golden feral gaze. “I don’t have to comfort you if you don’t want to,,,I know I hurt you last time.”

Father sat up a frown on his face. He didn’t know? Oops.

“Let’s just see where this all goes, okay?”

Haley plastered a wide grin on his face and bounced to his feet. He grabbed both my hands and yanked me standing. Holy…he’d gotten strong. Of course, he was an adult Alpha Lycan now. “Sensei!”

Father’s frown lines deepened. Double oops.

Haley was always an intuitive little Lycan. He followed my gaze and caught Father’s what could I call that expression – petulance? Haley turned and laid his hand on the raised scar of the Von Drachenfeld glyph that remained from the branding iron. “Join us, Lord Emperor…be pod-ish with us.”

There was a moment of arctic blue and Lycan gold clashing together then there was acquiesce as a black eyebrow arched just like a wing. “Pod-ish?”

“I have never seen of or heard of a family like ours.” Haley returned and pounced. Claudius was caught off guard and ended up flat on the chaise staring up at the Lycan. “Okay?”

Armor reached over and hauled Haley off Father and tossed him over his shoulder. Armor straightened and flashed me a bit of fang. “Apparently, Haley needs a refresher course.”

“Fresh me!” Haley turned and licked Armor’s ear. Ooohhhh, you hit one of Armor’s little sensitive areas. Red flame flared up in the dim lighting.

I grabbed Father’s hand and pulled him up. “Time to move this upstairs, now.”

I glanced back at the dance floor to see if we had drawn attention….crap. The stares weren’t even covert the Sunday crowd was all watching the shenanigans in the VIP corner. It’s been a while since I blushed but I could feel it creep up my face. Armor had already started for the upper level. Haley never cared about what others thought of him and he beckoned the rest of the pod to follow.

“When did Haley offer comfort and to who?”

Jealousy? I looked up at Claudius. “It was me and it was like twenty years ago.”

“You were injured?”

My face burned like the sun. “Uh…let’s say, the gates to the amusement park were rushed a bit.”

“That will not happen again. We have an audience.” Father gave me a light shove toward the stairs.

“I thought you liked an audience.”

“Only with my Fallen Angel…go.” I was shepherded upstairs, as if I didn’t want to go. This was only logical. Von Drachenfeld was overrun right now. Winglets and the First litter would understand but…maybe it’s the lingering humanness in me, but I don’t want them encountering Papa, Uncle and Ded romping with Daddy.

Yip, yip, growly yip. (Hurry up and get in here)

My footsteps faltered. So that was why I could understand Lycan. I thought it was strange that Claudius couldn’t pick it up. Even doing that learning trick of absorbing another language by just lightly mindfucking someone as they read a document was something Claudius couldn’t do. Was that part of the werewolf gene?

“You are overthinking.” Father wrapped his arm around my shoulder and walked with me into the room that went with the key Hades so thoughtfully provided us. I did a quick glance around the place. Skell’s ability to pick up hidden devices was good here. Cameras and mics upper left corner, directly middle of the canopy and off to the right near the entrance to the bathroom. I heard Sex snicker. I guess Hades would be doing a solo performance in front of his giant wall of sound after all.

I heard a Lycan yelp as Armor tossed him onto the futon mattress. I paused and took a good look at the décor. Shades of Arabian Nights. Gauzy curtains fluttered from the bed posts and ceilings. Pillows in rich jewel tones surrounded the…what the heck, a double king sized bed. This was a designed orgy room. There was nothing else you could call it.

“He still has the penchant for storybook fables.” That was Claudius’ only comment then I found myself flipped over his hip and landed in less than graceful heap in a recently Lycan occupied spot.

Damn it. I was blinded by my snowstorm of hair then I was hit in the chest with a narrow shoulder that drove me flat back on the soft pillowy surface. Haley placed his hands on either side of my head, careful not to pull on my hair then he slowly leaned forward. I thought he was going to kiss me but he turned his face and began to scent mark me.
/Alpha…cousin. Comfort me?/

That’s went I realized that the pup was naked. And hard. The bed rocked as Armor dropped his two hundred plus frame on it. The bed reacted almost like an under inflated air mattress or a waterbed. Where Armor plopped, even with mine and Haley’s combined weight, we were tossed upwards slightly. I shifted and Haley ended up flat on his back with me hovering over him. I snapped my fangs closed just above his nose. He gave me a mock growl then speared his hands in my hair and pulled me down on him. Haley knew better than to try and rush me. Twenty-two years later, I still wasn’t going to just take it out and ram it in. It might not be the Lycan way, but it was mine. Mine and the pods. Playland had to be open before anything else happened.

There was a gentle urgency in his kiss, it was like the waters rising in a flood—it just kept building and building, just enough so you noticed it then you were washed away. “Too many clothes.” Haley whispered as his paw reached under my tight shirt and stroked my six pack…”Oooohhh.”

Oh yeah, the pup hasn’t seen the hard body shape Skell like to keep us in. Armor took care of that problem by ripping my t-shirt down the back from the neck. “Hey…what am I going to wear…” Armor spread his wide hand under the remains of my shirt and pulled be upright until I was resting bare back to his bare chest. I felt a bare something else poking me in the back. Haley sat up. I was still straddling his thighs. He reached out and yanked the remnant of my shirt off. I was the middle of a Lycan Vampie sandwich.

“Yiiiiipppp.” (Damn, you’re sexy.)

A paw brushed over my nipple ring. Gack. There was a loud riiiiippp as the Velcro waistband of my kilt was opened. The only thing keeping us from rubbing two sticks together and starting a fire was lip printed silk boxers. Nope, those were gone too. “Armor…Pretty.”

His talented lips sent a shiver through me as he nibbled up my juglar to the tender lobe of my ear. Haley sent me gasping as he raked a little fang on the underside of my jaw. I shuddered and I felt my eyes catch flame. A hand tangled into my hair and pulled my head back. I bared my throat to Haley in surrender.

There was a puppy whine. /Cousin./

Lycan fangs lightly touched my skin and his tongue laved me. Someone’s finger began to rub at my nipple buds. I had to screw my eyes closed. Both of them knew this body, the was of pleasure and the zones that turned me into a horny vampiric slut monkey. Both?

I was panting but I forced my eyes open. Claudius was propped up on a number of cushions lounging like a sultan watching his favorite concubines perform for him. He had one arm up resting on his left knee, his pale hand hanging loosely from the wrist and the gold of his wedding band glinted in the dim light of the desert oasis. His thighs were parted and there was evidence that he was aroused by the sight before him but I could tell from the hold of his shoulders, he wasn’t going to be joining in on our game of monkey in the middle. His blue flame was burning but it was banked. He caught my own blue eyes and smiled indulgently at me.

/You know it is Sex, or not at all, my son./ His hand moved and his wedding band flashed. /This is a promise, I will keep. Enjoy yourselves, our pup seems to need it./

Whatever enticing or insightful thing I was going to comment on got sucked out of my head, literally. Sensei arched me backwards and Haley’s talented mouth and tongue engulfed my entire length. I opened my mouth to cry out the sensation and found a familiar and much sought after set of lips locking over my own.

/This is not how I expected this night to end…but I do not mind it. Happy Birthday, Little One./ Armor stuck his tongue into my mouth and he took my moan of ecstasy into his throat. He passed his own back into me. That is how it should be. Lovers sharing love.

I busted out laughing as Haley moved from sucking on little X, well not so little, to blowing raspberries around my navel. Loving and laughing Armor shifted his hold and began to tickle my armpit. I squirmed and twisted while laughing. Strange to be doing that with three hard erections swishing around in the air. I ended up flat on my back Haley pressed himself against my side resting his head on my chest and stroking my erection lightly. Armor leaned over until my vision was filled with nothing but crimson fire of his desire that burned in his eyes. “I am so in love with you, Beautiful. Everyday it grows even more.”

I blinked back tears. This is how birthdays should always be. Er..not the orgy but the sentiment. Everybody should know that they are loved on that special day. And I was.

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More Arabian nights to follow in the next chappie!! (Never did a foursome before, need to work out the choreography.)