Aaron's Kiss Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 7) (15 page)

“Sara, I want you now. I need to be inside of you. But this isn’t the time or the place to make love to you. Let me taste of you, baby, please?”

Without waiting for a reply, he dropped down to the toilet seat, pulled her forward to the edge of the sink, and began lifting the dress up her legs. He watched every inch he exposed of her legs, knowing that paradise was just a foot or two away. When he ran his hand up her thigh and encountered her skin left bare by the top of her stockings, he nearly whimpered with his need to touch more of her. His hands traveled farther, cupping her bared ass cheeks in each hand, pulling her to him. He could smell her; her juices were already soaking her panties through. He could almost taste the nectar that was his and his alone. He didn’t go for seduction. He couldn’t, his need, their need, was too high. He bit through the tiny scrap of lace and ripped it away.
Finally,
he thought, what he wanted, her. Aaron tilted her hips, leaned his head forward, and took his first taste of her creamy, wet flesh.

“Please, Aaron….” she begged him.

“Soon, baby, soon. I want you to come for me. Let me feel you come against my mouth. I want to taste your cum. Now, Sara, now—come for me!”

With a scream tearing from deep in her throat, she came hard, nearly squeezing Aaron’s head off from the tightening of her legs around it. He kept tasting her and taking her rich cream into his body until she fell back against the mirror over the sink. He stood up, pulling his pants open as he did, and his erection jumped forward toward her.

“Sara, touch me, touch me now.” As she reached out for his cock, he took her hand in his and wrapped it around his hard shaft, showing her what he needed for her to do. The moment her hot hand touched his cock, he knew that he couldn’t last. He moved against her with each downward stroke of her hand, kissing her deeply, and thinking about what it was going to feel like once it was his cock inside of her deliciously hot pussy. He began sending her mental pictures of what they were going to do once he got her alone in his bed.

As she started sending him her own mental pictures of her need, she moved her mouth down his jaw just below the collar of his shirt, and bit. His body jerked as her teeth, while not breaking skin, clamped down on the vein in his throat. That was all it took. His fangs, already elongated from his need for her, burst forward and he struck quickly, opening the vein at her creamy neck, and came, ejaculating in her hand while her hot blood filled his mouth. When he pulled hard on her throat with his mouth, sucking more of her richness into him, she came, and with each draw from her vein, Sara came again and again until she fainted dead away from the intense pleasure.

She was out only a few seconds, but it was long enough for him to worry he might have hurt her in some way.

“Are you all right, love?”

“No, I don’t think I’ll ever be right again. That was incredible! I never knew...I mean I’d heard, but...I...did you...I mean I know you, you know...but did you, you know...?”

Aaron burst out laughing. He didn’t think he had ever been so happy. “Yes, sweetheart, I did. And yes, that was the most incredible experience of my life as well. I can’t wait to take you to my bed and experience so many more incredible things with you.”

“Now?” She leaned forward to kiss him as she asked.

“As much as I’d like to, Sara, we have a house full of guests, most of which will still need to see me before sunrise. Come with me and let’s get this over with so we can be alone.”

Aaron pulled away from her reluctantly and began to straighten her and himself up. He didn’t know how to hide the stain that was now down the front of his shirt and her dress, but Sara simply swiped her hand down over the area and they were both as pristine as when they’d come into the little bathroom, if not a little more relaxed with each other.

~CHAPTER FIFTEEN~

Aaron and Sara had become quite the topic of conversation once they returned from the powder room. Every vampire in the room could smell Sara all over the master. There was also much speculation on what she was exactly.

“
This lady is afraid you’ll ask for more money. Good heavens! You can take that much from each of your people
?”

Sara had gotten much better at filtering out the information before she fed it to him, she thought. She was not sending him as much useless stuff and more tidbits of thoughts they were having.

“
I only take a percentage of what they make. It all goes into a fund for the alliance, minus two percent for my expenses. Why, how much are you talking about
?” Sara stood by Aaron and watched yet another vamp pledge their solidarity to him.

“
She was giving the other master forty percent of their total income from their businesses. Sheesh. And the amount came to sixty thousand per year. Sixty thousand? Are you kidding me
?” Sara was amazed at the amount, especially when she considered there were times when she would go for days without food in order to pay her meager bills.

“
We live a very long time, so we can invest in many successful business ventures over the years. Plus, most of us have several homes, so rent and food are not a problem, nor is electric and heating, as we have excellent eyesight, even at night, and have no need for heat or cooling. The money also pays for security and medical help. A lot of these vamps have daywalkers as help and protection. When they get hurt or injured, it’s safer for us if they see a doctor of our choice. Then there are the orphans of murdered vampires. In order to care for them, we pay others to take them in and raise them. While children are rare, the ones we manage to have are very precious to us
.”

“So the money paid to you stays within your realm. That’s good.” After a few seconds, she asked, “
Who in this room would be using very strong magic
?”

“
Vampires don’t have magic
.”

She looked at him to see if he was joking. He didn’t appear to be. “
Well of course you do, don’t be stupid. Someone is using a great deal of...I have to check something out. Will you stay here
?” She was just moving away from him when she realized where the magic may be coming from.

“
Where are you going? Stay here with me, please
.” He was not in a position to follow her, as he was talking with a group of men who thought it might be a good idea to open their own bank and blood bank.

“
I have to see about something. I can feel a magic that I’ve only felt once before. Let me see if I’m right or not. I’ll be all right. I just want to check on something
.”

Sara moved her way to the front of the room, toward the great entrance hall. She gently reached for the people she had been asked to protect, searching for them in the large ballroom and beyond. April and Demetrius were...ewww, were having sex in the dark corner of another room just off the main hall. Duncan was in his kitchen. And Colin...was right in front of her.

“So, Mr. Colin, Aaron sent you after me, did he?” She folded her arms across her chest, careful not to pop her boobs out of the top of her dress.

“Yes, mistress. He seems to think you might get yourself into all kinds of mischief if he isn’t around to curb you. Imagine that.”

She laughed when he mimicked her stance. Colin looked very nice in his tux with tails, filling it out in all the right places. Not as good as Aaron, but good nonetheless. She was also aware the reason for the tails. He was hiding several blades and a handgun up under the back of the jacket.

“He’s probably right. Something is wrong. There’s a being here that’s using dark magic. I need your help. Will you trust me?”

“Yes.” He answered her without hesitation.

“I believe Aaron’s in danger.” He turned away and started toward Aaron. “No, don’t go to him. I promise you nothing will happen to him, but I do want to catch the corrupt who dares threaten his life. He’s coming to the door as we speak, and he has five men with him. Can you get some men who you know are loyal to your master and have them follow the newcomers? Wait for my signal. When I’m ready, I’ll need you to apprehend them as soon as I let you know who they are.” She continued toward the front door. Colin followed.

“I’m at your service, My Lady. Just tell me how I’ll know what they look like.” As he spoke, he reached behind his jacket and pulled out a short, jeweled dagger. Turning it handle first, he handed it to her. “It’s silver on the tip and the handle will open like this.” He pushed on a green jewel, probably an emerald, and a long, thin spike shot from the opposite end. “And there you go.”

“Great, thank you. I’ll send you a mental picture and their location. Be careful, Mr. Colin, they carry silver blades.”

“Always, My Lady. We will await your signal.” That was the second time he had called her that. She would have to ask him about it when this was over, she thought. With a small bow, he started back into the large ballroom.

“
Oh, and Mr. Colin, don’t bite them anywhere. It will prove to be fatal to anyone who does
,” she sent to him telepathically.

Sara backed deep into a hidden corner and waited. She felt Sherman enter the mansion the moment he crossed the threshold. His power base had weakened somewhat, she realized. Now that he was in the house proper, he was as weak as a normal human. When she’d covered the house in a protective shell, she never would have thought it would be Mel’s mate who would test its strength. Anyone who entered with ill intent would be stripped of their magic, and Sherman was nothing but ill will.

Sara followed rather than attacked. She could not read his mind, and if she stepped in too soon, she would lose her advantage of being able to hide herself from him until she figured out what he wanted by coming there.

As soon as she realized who the guards were, she sent the information to Colin. She was surprised to find Marcus Freely among them. A careful scan of his mind revealed much, a lot more than she could have hoped for. He and the others were not there of their own free will, but by force. She touched him to see if he would talk to her, explain; she thought he would never shut up. He was worried for his family, and he had good reason. They were being held hostage, and would be murdered if he and the others didn’t help slay the new Master of the Realm.

Marcus was the Master of the Guard in Molavonta. He had also been the one who had recruited her for the queen’s personal guard. He was a loyal and trusted friend. If he thought Sherman would murder his family if he did not cooperate, then she had to help him.

“
You give me your word, Marcus. Give me your word that you’ll lay down your sword and not raise it against me and mine. You do this and I’ll make sure your family is safe
.”

“
You have it. And my sword, if I live
,” he promised her.

“
You will live
.” She would make sure that he did. “
You’ll need to trust me. I have a plan. It’s risky, but it’ll work if you trust me. Do you
?”

“
With my life and that of my family, I give you my trust, Sara
.” She heard the promise in his voice. “
The men, my men, they’re all here
....”

“
I know, my friend. I’ll make sure you’re all safe. I promise you
.”

Sara had to wait until she heard from Colin. She needed to make sure he had the other four men before she could make her move. But when Sherman moved closer to Aaron, she leapt forward to intercede.

As she neared the two men, Marcus and Sherman neither felt nor heard her approach. It was not until she had the jeweled knife at Sherman’s throat that she let her shield down and her magic free.

“Hello, Shermie,” she whispered in his ear. “What brings you to a vampire dinner? Hopefully, you’re volunteering to be the main course.”

Sherman jerked against her hold on him. She was physically and magically more fit than him so he could not shake her loose. She could feel his anger roll off him. It made her smile that she finally had the upper hand when dealing with him.

“Bitch! My name is Sherman, your master. You would do well to remember that in the future,” he hissed at her.

“Aaron.” She jerked tighter on Sherman when she felt him try to lunge at Aaron. “Step away from the lunatic, if you please? He can’t use his magic here, but he did bring you a little gift.”

“Sara, what’s going on?” Aaron asked.

“He’s here to kill you. Aren’t you, Shermie?” She pushed the blade deeper into his neck. She could not draw blood because of his high position in the kingdom, but she wanted to.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” Sherman sputtered. “You were always a bit unstable, and this just proves it. Don’t listen to her, Aaron. I’ve come here to offer you any assistance you might need as new master. I’ll take this...person back to Molavonta so that she can stand trial. My kingdom has been looking for her for years. She murdered my dear mate, you know?”

“Step back, Aaron.” She could see by the look on Aaron’s face he was shocked about what Sherman had said, but right now she had enough to worry about other than what he may think of her. “You’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Aaron finally took one step back, then two more. He looked down at what the man had in his hands and along the front of his tux. He could see now that Sherman was covered in long, thin, sharp needles. Without a doubt, Sara thought, they were pure silver.

“Oh, Sara. Don’t you know how the game is played?” He was smirking. She didn’t have to see his face to realize that. His voice dripped with venom and hatred. “You think for one moment you can stop me? Harm me? I think not. For now, even as I stand here, my men are rallying behind me to do my bidding.”

She had felt Colin move up just to her left. “You think so, Shermie? Mr. Colin, did you see any of his men?”

“Yeah, love, I’m here. And the only ‘troops’ we found was this group of children.” She felt the man she held jerk at Colin’s voice. He had absolutely believed he would be victorious in killing Aaron.

Colin and four other of his men were holding a man each who looked like they’d put up a good fight. The four captives were a part of the lesser guard, younger men without much experience. Colin walked up to Marcus, pulled him hard against his chest, and put his dirk to his throat.

“You shouldna bring such babies to a mons fight. Dinna have ta break a sweat to bring’em down, no fun in that.”

Sara smiled to herself. Colin’s accent got just a little heavier when he was mad, she thought facetiously. She would have to remember that.

“Are these your troops, Shermie? A bedraggled group to be sure.” She looked at the men Colin’s men were holding. They were covered in dirt and presumably their own blood. The vampires that had helped subdue them were as pristine as when they had left to help apprehend them.

“I swear if you call me that disgusting name once more, I will—”

“You’ll what?” she asked him. “Right now, you are at my command. You will demand nothing, you understand, you worthless piece of shit?” He had dared to try and hurt what she now considered hers. Not bloody likely.

“I’m royalty. I command you,” he practically spit at her. “You will bow before me, you insolent human. I demand that you set me free.”

Sara couldn’t help it. Sara laughed at him.

Aaron clearing his throat brought her back to the situation at hand. “You’ve come into my home to kill me, Shermie. If so, then Sara’s correct…you have no rights as far as I’m concerned. What did you hope to gain by killing me, I wonder?”

Sherman said nothing, but Sara wasn’t finished. She’d promised to save Marcus and needed to make that work for him and the men he commanded.

“Marcus, you have wounded me. You’ve come into my master’s home like this, thinking to draw first blood. The rules of war demand a forfeit, a forfeit of a life. As this is the home of MacManus, he is the one to be satisfied.” She turned to Aaron, and prayed reverently that this worked. “How many will it be, Mr. MacManus?”

“
One
,” she whispered through his mind. She hoped that he would not ask questions. But she didn’t want to take the chance of saying more to him in case Sherman could hear them. “Mr. MacManus? You have the rights of war that govern the Kingdom of Molavonta, the castle keep and home to the Queen of Magic. Your home has been compromised by these men,” Sara explained to him when he didn’t answer. “You must choose the amount you feel is owed to you.”

When he looked at her, she gave him the tiniest shake of her head. Just one, she thought to herself, please just one.

“Colin, I would say one, what say you?” Aaron asked Colin. Neither man looked too confused, for which she was grateful.

“Aye, that sounds about right. We got the pleasure of beating the crap outta these buggers, so one should suffice.”

Sara smiled again when Colin gave Marcus a good shake. Poor Marcus, she hoped he lived through Colin’s manhandling. She knew from experience he was a vigorous shaker.