Hex and the Single Witch (Vehicle City Vampires) (25 page)

I hopped off the
desk with my own silly grin. “Yes, Mike this was all us.”  Oh shit, what about
Mel’s bliss spell? I wasn’t still under it, was I? I did a quick check up on
myself and felt no magickal pullings, trappings, or even afterglow. Nothing
other than the bindings that held my powers back, but they were always there.
Thank the Goddess nothing else was, I couldn’t bear to tell Mike I had been
spelled into having sex with him once again.

“Good,” he said
as he leaned down and kissed the tip of my nose. “Still not the ideal setting
but at least it was on our terms.” He straightened up and was finally able to
tuck everything away and fasten his pants. He bent over and picked up my thong
but instead of handing it to me he slipped it into his coat pocket as a cocky
grin slid across his face.

“Yes, our terms,”
I smiled at his grin, though I was going to feel weird not wearing any
underwear at all. Suddenly an overwhelmingly odd feeling overtook me and it had
nothing to do with Mike. Like a twitchy feeling telling me I should be
somewhere else. “Mike, I think we need to get upstairs.”

He looked at me
and rubbed the back of his neck. “Yeah, I think you’re right.”

Chapter 32

The frivolous
and fun loving atmosphere of the ball had changed into something dark and
sinister with a touch of sexual debauchery tossed in for good measure. Just the
way Others liked to party. Too bad this shindig was full of humans who might
not have signed up to be snacks and party favors.

I couldn’t find
Mel, Satinka, or any Guardians, anywhere. The place had been overrun with
vampires and ghouls who were sinking teeth and various other body parts into
the humans who were left milling about the building. As I assessed the scene I
realized the majority of humans were gone which probably explained the lack of
Guardian presence—they had probably done what they could to get the people out.

I turned to Mike
who had his gun drawn. Where the hell had he been hiding that? “What are we
going to do? We can’t just leave the rest of these people for the rogues.”

“I think the
humans that are left are fully willing to participate,” he snarled and he
gestured toward the orgiastic crowd.

I turned to see
what he pointed at and watched a busty blonde woman strip off her gown and
offer herself to two very well endowed male vampires. They made their way
through the ballroom, fangs and cocks out for everyone to see.

One of the
vampires picked her up like she weighed nothing. As she wrapped her legs around
him he thrust his rock hard shaft inside her. He sat down on a table and pulled
her body down to him so he could sink his fangs into her neck. The other
vampire walked over to the table and bent over the couple. To my shock he
shoved his cock inside her back entrance then sank his fangs into the other
side of her neck. I gasped at the depravity as the blonde moaned loudly with
what sounded like extreme pleasure, I couldn’t even imagine what it felt like.

Mike sneered. “See
she doesn’t want to be saved. Chicks like her never do. Come on, let’s get out
of here, they’re all enthralled.”

I hesitated not
sure of what to do. It could be the vampire pheromones putting them all in a
thrall. Or these humans could be Renfields or wannabes who would do anything a
vampire wanted. And the ghouls, they were natural hanger-ons. They took sloppy
seconds from the vampires and on rare occasions, depending on their masters,
they were offered the privilege of joining in on the fun.

Most of the
ghouls worked the room gathering human party favors for the vamps, but I
spotted two having a good time with a brunette in the corner. She didn’t seem
to be complaining so I didn’t feel the need to intervene.

I tried to
determine if anyone inside needed help as the vampires and ghouls continued to
circle the room. I could feel the tension in the air getting thicker but
couldn’t really understand why. Mike was getting trigger happy but right now
the vampires weren’t exactly breaking any rules. They were not being violent
and they weren’t killing anyone.

A beautiful and
extremely busty blond vampire sauntered up to Mike pumping out enough
pheromones to turn Vatican City into a giant orgy. I prayed he was immune to
vamp powers thanks to his own hereditary gifts. But when his gun went down and
something else came up, I realized he wasn’t.

To my surprise,
I became intensely jealous and moved to intercede when a male vampire appeared
out of nowhere in front of me. He was sex on a stick, the kind of bad boy every
girl fantasizes about. Dark, dangerous, part rock and roll, part biker badass.
Leather encased his long powerful legs and his silky shirt was unbuttoned and
loose to showcase every muscle ripped pec and ab he had. I couldn’t believe
this guy had to bother with the pheromones.

“Hey doll, you
wanna go somewhere and play?” he asked me in a voice that totally matched his
look.

He was so
freaking hot I almost said yes.

“Uhm, sorry I
must decline. I’m here with someone and this wasn’t exactly what we had in mind
for the evening.”

He gestured
toward Mike. “If he’s your man he seems to have changed his mind.”

I gasped when I
turned to look at Mike and found him in the arms of the breasty blond whose
large mammaries were now fully exposed for Mike to fondle…and tweak.

Oh, hell no! I
was not about to let Mike get snacked on…or seduced by Countess Von Boobies.

“Excuse me.” I
pushed by Mr. Oozing Sex Appeal and reached to grab Mike’s fancy silver tipped
walking stick from the back of his coat. I had noticed him slide it into a
pocket down the back of his frock coat. Handy thing for a vampire hunter. Since
he went to all the trouble I was betting the walking stick was more than it
appeared to be. In fact, I prayed it was because my clueless witch ass was
completely without a weapon.

Mr. Sex lazily
attempted to grab me but as soon as he eyed silver he poofed away as quickly as
he’d appeared. Mistress Nipples was too caught up with Mike to notice me. The
two of them passed second base, moving on to third. Mike fell right into her
clutches. If I didn’t do something fast he’d be dick deep in vampire and she’d
be fang deep in him.

I fished around
in Mike’s pockets to see if he had anything else. What do you know, a silver
flask, much more than it appeared to be, in fact not a flask at all, but a
fancy spray bottle filled with liquid silver. I also found a small wooden
stake. I fiddled with Mike’s walking stick and discovered it came apart just as
I suspected. I pulled a long silver dagger out of the handle of the stick.
Perfect.

I slid my arm
between them and gave a little push. They ignored me. Then I pulled out the
bottle of liquid silver.

“You really need
to get away from my man,” I said more forcefully, silver flask in one hand,
silver dagger in the other.

She looked at me
and smiled full fang as she stroked his hard cock through his trousers. “Doesn’t
look like he’s completely convinced he’s yours.”

That just pissed
me off and I squirted her with the silver. She let go of Mike with a feral
hiss. Not a Hollywood theatrical hiss either, a full fledged seriously pissed
off animal hiss tapering off into a growl. The skin on her big ass boobies
smoked and turned painfully pink.

Oh well. She’d
heal.

“Bitch you
aren’t getting away with that one. She lunged for me and I put up the silver
dagger in my defense. She screamed and I smelled burning flesh. She pulled away
and I kept a hold of the dagger feeling it give as it tugged out from her body.
The dagger had plunged into the side of her chest, not the side her heart was
on. And not deep enough to do any serious damage, but the silver did leave a
nasty burn across one of blondie’s humongous breasts. One nipple smoldered.
Ouch, that had to hurt. Tough titty, bitch. Or should I say, burned titty?

 “I was only
trying to have a little fun, I wasn’t going to hurt him,” she cried as she stormed
away clutching her smoking chest.

Hmm, so far the
oversexed vamps were not being dangerously confrontational and didn’t seem to
be hurting anyone. They were just being…well…your average sex loving vampire.
These vamps were not the danger I had sensed.

I turned to Mike
who was coming out of the vamp thrall. His face so red I thought he was going
to burst. Not quite sure if it was embarrassment, arousal, or flat out anger
riled him. Hell, it could have been a combination of all three.

Once he composed
himself he said, “Anwyn, I am sorry. I’m not usually susceptible to vampire
charms, but tonight I let my guard down with you then I didn’t properly put all
the mental wards back in place. I…it will never happen again.”

My jealousy
flared majorly seeing him with the blond. I wanted to reassure him it was all
right, and I wanted to make sure he knew he was mine. I wanted to rub my body
all over his and make him forget she existed. So I did, a little.

I moved close to
him and put the dagger and flask back into the pockets I found them in. I made
sure to do it slow and with a lot of extra touching and caressing. I brushed up
against him, not coming close to being as busty as the blonde, but I had more
than enough cleavage spilling over the top of my dress to catch his eye. My
hand caressed his strong, square jaw and an overwhelming urge pushed me to kiss
him. Why deny what was between us? We had just made love downstairs, why fight
something as simple as kissing him?

I heard someone
clear their throat. “Uhm…sir?…Detective Malone?”

Shit. That was
why.

We were in
public. We worked together, and now he was not only my partner but technically
my boss.

He turned to
look at the man in uniform. “Yes, officer?”

“I’m sorry to
bother you, sir, but there has been a disturbance outside. I was told to find
you, sir.”

“Thank you, I’ll
be right out.”

The officer was
smart enough to know he’d been dismissed. “Yes, sir,” he replied as he backed
away.

Could that uni
have said sir a few more times or what?

Malone handled
it well. He’d make a fine Sergeant. He turned to look at me and smiled his
amazing grin. “Glad the uni didn’t come in sooner, it  could have been even
more awkward.”

When I didn’t
smile back, he grabbed my hand. “Don’t worry Annie, this isn’t going to change
our work relationship. Everything will be fine.”

Uh, huh. Easy
for him to say. I already didn’t fit in. If we were “real” cops, I’d be out of
a job right now. I guess the good news is there wasn’t anyone waiting in the
wings to take my job.

We walked out
the front door to find complete chaos. People were running everywhere and
something was in the air swooping and attacking people. That wasn’t even the
worst part. The worst part was the carnage on the street. Blood flowed across
the road and seeped in between the bricks. Bodies lay strewn in front of the
temple. The only positive thing was I didn’t see a vampire bite on any of them.
The bad thing? I wasn’t sure what ripped them open.

A few vampires
fought with things moving so fast I couldn’t tell what they were; a few other
vamps looked positively queasy. I don’t know why, maybe from all the blood.
Perhaps they were newbies trying to control their hunger.

Mike grabbed my
arm. “Annie, you need to go back inside.”

“What about the
vampires in there?”

“I would rather
have you sexed-up than sliced up. Go back inside. I don’t want you hurt.”

“What about you?”
I cried. I didn’t want him hurt either.

“I’m a cop,
Annie, this is my job.”

“I’m a cop too
or did you forget?”

“Come on Annie,
everyone knows you’re not a cop like the rest of us. You’re a consultant not a
fighter. Please go inside.”

A very snarky
remark was about to fly from my lips when Mel grabbed my arm. “Come on
girlfriend, he’s right, let’s get you inside.”

Crap I couldn’t
fight them both. “Mel, what’s going on?” I asked as she led me back into the
Masonic Temple.

“Something
decided to attack the stragglers outside the ball. I think they are some sort
of dragon creatures. At least the ones with wings, the others are demons. Once
the attacks started, everyone came pouring out of the ball. We’re trying to get
all the humans back inside or to somewhere safe, but it’s proving to be quite
difficult.”

“Demons! Like
Roark? Oh, no. Do you think Devlin let them in?”

“I think so.
Somehow he’s opened a portal that brought more than just Roark here. We’ve got
to shut it. I need to get to my office to research shutting a demon portal.
I’ve never done it before. The one thing I do remember from my studies is we
are going to need the blood that opened the gate. I have a bad feeling it was
Galen’s blood.”

My whole body
went rigid. “Are you going to have to kill him?”

“I don’t think
so, Wyn. I’ve never done this before. I don’t do blood magick—it is more on the
black arts end of things. These demons have got to go though. I certainly don’t
want to kill anyone, especially not Galen. If it’s just blood, I don’t think
I’ll have to kill him. Devlin has not killed him yet, he just keeps using
Galen’s blood right? I bet he’s going to need to be fed right away after the
ritual though. He won’t last for long after losing blood.”