Aaron's Kiss Series Boxed Set (Books 1 - 7) (75 page)

As she fell to the ground, Sam released her hold on the woman. It was only then that she realized that Sam had killed her. Sam stepped toward the fallen woman, stepping in her blood as if it meant so little to her, and said to her in a loud voice so that there would no misunderstanding.

“He’s mine, you fucking bitch.” And then, Marta incinerated.

~CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE~

Sam threw herself at Tucker, kissing and touching any exposed skin she could reach. The tears running down her face were mixing with his. His joy at having her, of her being there, was overwhelming to her.

“Sam, baby, I love you. I love you so very much. Be mine, let me be yours. Please, baby, say yes.”

“Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes. I love you too.”

Aaron cleared his throat again, and then again before the couple looked up at him with a sort of dazed, hungry look about them.

“You know, fang face, I’m getting sick of you doing that. You should really see a doctor or take a couple of cough drops to clear that up,” Sam said with a glare. It was the second time since they’d come into this room he had tried to break them apart.

“Be that as it may, the mistress would like to see you; these proceedings are not quite finished.”

The couple pulled apart, but not away from each other. Mel had a sly grin on her face that said, “I know you are pissed, but tough, I’m in charge.”

“Sam Hunter, you are hereby charged in the murder and destruction of six beings. You will now be judged by the masters of those beings. Stand before us.”

Sam knew that there was a very good possibility that she would be brought to justice someday for her crimes. She moved to stand before the council, but was momentarily shocked by those who stood behind her; her Tucker was there as well. She looked to the queen for guidance and she winked at her. Actually winked! Then the judging began.

“I Skilika, Watcher of White Magic, in the name of the Queen, Mistress of the Light, Keeper of Magic, do hereby drop all charges against Sam Hunter in the death of Shirley Max, witch of my realm. I would further like to thank Sam Hunter for her help and good, sound judgment in destroying someone so evil for all kind.”

Sam staggered slightly, and if not for Tucker standing just behind her, may have fallen on her butt. He caressed his thumb across her skin, sending her his love through a tight hold around her waist.

“I, Roman Stall, Master Vampire of the Holland Realm, and in the name of the Queen, Mistress of the Light…is this really necessary, mistress? We all know that she isn’t guilty, and even without magic, I can feel the sexual tension between these two like a thick ass fog. Let them go. I mean, haven’t they both suffered about enough?” There was a very long pause, and then as if he just realized what he’d done, Roman looked up at the queen and with a little smile meant to soften his words, said, “That is, if it pleases the queen?”

“Very nice of you to remember your place, Roman Stall, but I see and feel your point. Does anyone object to waiving the sentencing of Sam Hunter? No? Then I hereby order you two to the Royal Suite to rest, eat, feed and recuperate. Court dismissed. Thanks, gang.”

~~~

Tucker lay on the bed, and it was a very large bed doubled the width and length of two king-sized mattresses. But it fit the room. It was massive, as were the furnishings. The room looked like an entire floor of a house it was so big, and was furnished accordingly.

There were antiques and modern things that included, aside from the bed and dresser, a couch and two chairs that sat before a fireplace one could roast an ox in. There was a writing desk with a computer on it and the biggest closet he’d ever seen.

He was waiting for Sam; she had gone into the bathroom as soon as they had arrived and before the guard who had carried him in had left. He was beginning to worry and was just starting to rise and check on her when he heard the door open.

“Sam, honey, are you…fuck! Baby.” Every drop of his blood rushed out of his body to settle in his cock in the time it took him to take a breath.

“Do you like it?” She turned around for him and the view was even more delicious from that angle. “I’ve never owned anything like this before, but Pete said that I had a mate now and should stop buying my undergarments from Wal-Mart. I told her I didn’t, but she said it was an inside joke that she’d tell me about someday. Anyway, she said that I should make sure you and I strike a bargain.”

“Yes. I agree to your terms, now come here, Sam. Now, come here and let me get a closer look.”

She giggled as she moved to him, walking slowly across the room. She looked so good, and he could feel her hunger for him. He wanted her, all of her. When she was a foot from him and stopped, he growled low and deep in his chest.

“You know neither the terms nor the bargain, Tucker. How do you know that you agree?”

“If you come to me wearing anything remotely like this and ask me for something, it’s yours. I don’t care what I’ll have to do to get it for you. Anything.” He would, too, just for another look at her like this.

She looked tasty, like any man’s deepest fantasy. The teddy was dark blue, almost the purple of her eyes. The bodice was tight across her ample breasts, pushing them up and spilling them over the top, barely covering her nipples. The laces down the front were tied tight, accentuating her tiny waist and flared hips, the top of it ending just below her ribs, showing off her hip bones. The panties were a tiny scrap of lace the same color as the top, which was a triangle just over her pussy and tied together with small strings at her hips. He reached out, put his hands on her hips, and tugged her forward.

“This is going to look so lovely in a scrap on the floor, Sam. I cannot wait to rip it from your body and eat you.” His voice was deep with sexual need and hunger. Her body responded to both, flooding her already wet panties. The scent of her spiked his hunger more.

“Oh God, Tucker, please.” She moved closer at his urging, and straddled his hips when he pulled her over him and onto the bed. “Please, I can’t think...I...there’s something I need to...oh God, yes, do that again.”

He touched her pussy with his finger, pushing deep against the folds of her femininity, and felt her heat through the panties. She began to ride his hand, soaking it with her juices. He pulled her over to his hips and held her there as he let go of her hip to unsnap his pants. His need to be inside of her nearly consuming him, he could think of only that. When he got them open, he cock sprang free into his fist.

“Come here, Sam. I’m hungry for you. I want to sip from you and drink of your essences.”

She scooted closer, her hands joining his on his cock, wrapping her fist around him as he surged into her. Reaching down to the strings of her panties, he yanked, rending the material into pieces. She rose on her knees the same moment he shifted her up and with her help guiding him, he sank her down on his cock.

Heat. Hot molten heat wrapped around him. He cried out at the sensation. Sitting up slightly, he pulled her down and flipped them over onto the mattress. He kissed her then, devoured her mouth, her taste, and more heat. He moved inside of her, stroking her deep and hard at the same time he moved along her jaw toward her throat. He wasn’t going to last, he realized, and tried to slow down, to buy them more time. Just when he thought he was going to be able to last a minute or two longer, she nuzzled his neck and bit, hard. His control snapped, he licked her vein, and sank his teeth into her just as he came. With every draw from her body by his mouth, he slammed into her, his seed spewing and filling her. When he felt her tighten around him again, her climax clutching him and pulling him deeper into her body, he came again, roaring out his release and slamming into her.

~CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO~

It was two full days before the couple came up for air, enjoying each other and their love. Someone had been leaving food outside the door for them, platters of fruit and cheeses. Twice there was a large steak, rare with all the trimmings. They savored the food as much as they did each other. He fed from her, his body strengthened and sated.

When they met Mel in the late evening on the second day, she had gifts for them. Actually, they were mostly for Sam, but two for Tucker to share.

“This is for you, Sam. It was your mother’s essence and her power base. It came back to me after you killed Marta. As a mage’s daughter, you have some, although wholly untouched magic from her, but this will give you so much more. As I had the room devoid of magic, it came to me when Marta died. I wish for you to have it. It’s white and pure, as was your mother.”

“I…what do I want with it? Magic killed her, and hasn’t done anyone I’ve seen any good. I don’t want it.” Sam backed away from the large, glowing orb that rested in Mel’s hand.

Mel knew that Sam would feel this way and wasn’t surprised when she wouldn’t take it. But sometimes things had a way of doing what they wanted. “Be that as it may, it is yours.” Suddenly, the orb jumped from her hand and straight into Sam, causing her to stiffen and shudder. But as quickly as it had entered her, the rush of it was over. Sam looked at Mel with a curious face.

“I guess it didn’t work.” Sam looked relieved.

Mel simply smiled. “Hmmmm, we’ll see. But the magic knew to go to you, Sam. I didn’t have anything to do with that part. When you backed away from it, the magic went to its home, to you.”

Sam only shrugged her shoulder and looked at Tucker and what he was holding. Mel thought, Time will tell for this one.

“That is from Shawn. I was telling him about your story while the two of you…rested.” Mel pointed to the package in Tucker’s hand. “You didn’t actually meet him. He’s a centaur from another realm. This is his way of saying thanks. It’s a travel charm. You just rub it gently and think about where it is you want to go, and you are there. It works for other realms besides Earth too. He would like you to visit him sometime.”

Shawn had fallen for the girl, her bravery and single-minded determination impressing him more than he had been in centuries by any other being. He’d told Mel when she’d finished telling him all that they’d endured. And he had been impressed by Tucker, as well. With Tucker being a vampire, Shawn had expected him to leap to take Sam out of the fray, but instead, he let her save him. A rarity for a male to do, more so for a vampire.

It was a beautiful stone of the most brilliant yellow Mel had ever seen. The chain was gold with interlocking circles in a long coil. It looked to be heavy, but was actually quite light, and as soon as Sam put the chain around her neck, it glowed against her skin. Mel could actually see the magic it gave off.

“I believe these two are for you both. They are pledge guarantees.” Mel handed them both scrolls. “It seems that if you do not wish to stay with Aaron as you’re master, or he does not wish to accept you as his, then Roman and Peter, both masters of their own realms as well, have offered you a home and a job. You need only to come before them and pledge your alliances to one of them.”

“Do you think that...I mean, did the master say that?”

Mel reached out and gentled the large vampire. It never occurred to her that Tucker would think that Aaron didn’t want him. She wished that she had thought to ask Aaron about his intentions toward the man. “I wouldn’t worry about that happening if I was you, Tucker. He sent messages six times yesterday asking about you two, and then today he demanded that I break down the door to make sure you hadn’t killed each other. I told him that if the screams were any indication, then you were both…hummm…enjoying yourselves quite nicely.”

Mel could feel their embarrassment and pride from Tucker. The man practically glowed with good health and wellbeing. For that matter, so did Sam. They had gotten loud and they had enjoyed each other, several times a day for two glorious days and nights, Mel knew. Hell, the entire court did as well.

Mel dismissed them soon after. She could see that they needed each other and would for a very long time to come. She hoped that they would visit her often, having felt a bond with them she hadn’t felt in centuries.

~~~

Sam and Tucker lay on the bed, both sated for the moment. During their time together, they had talked a great deal. She had told him everything about herself, her abilities and the abused people she helped. He also knew that she baked and decorated because it was a way for her to decompress and relax. He told her about Marta and what she had done to him, how she had used and abused him and others. Some of the things that they had each done and had done to them were shared and they both felt better for sharing them for the first time.

Tucker also told Sam what she was now, an immortal as was he. He also explained that she would need to keep up her strength, as he would only feed from her for all eternity.

“Eating rare meats and drinking plenty of fluids will keep the two of us healthy.” Tucker was stroking her skin as she lay naked before him.

“Will I feed from you?  Grow fangs, I mean?”

His eyes turned at the thought of her drinking from him, her teeth sinking into his flesh. His cock hardened. His fangs elongated more. “Would you like that, Sam, to feed from me? Would you like to bite me? Feel me fill you?” His voice, along with his eyes, had turned; it was deeper with his need. He found that he wanted that, her to bite him soon, now as a matter of fact.

For an answer, she leaned into his body and buried her face into his throat, drawing deep the scent of him. She licked his pounding pulse and then pulled it into her mouth and bit him gently, then nipped harder.

“Christ, Sam. That’s it, baby, bite me. Hard, bite me hard, baby.”

He surged toward her, moving over her and pushing her onto her back as she nuzzled his neck. When she opened her mouth wider and then bit him, opening the vein with a tiny wound, he was already pushing his cock deep into her wetness. He came with a roar, bringing her with him, his blood filling her mouth, his cock filling her body. When he was able to move again, he showed her how to seal the small wound and lay back with her spread across his body. Both slept only to wake and start again.

~~~

They were seated in the kitchen when Tucker and Sam arrived later that evening at the MacManus mansion. Bradley had even come over to welcome them home.

“I do hope that you will accept my gratitude and heartfelt thanks for what you did for us. Disposing of such garbage was something that I will never be able to repay you for. And as such, I offer you my pledge as an alpha wolf; you now and forever will be an honorary pack member. Pack takes care of pack. Thank you again, Sam. Tucker.” With a nod to Sara and Aaron, Bradley left them. Tucker decided to get this over with

“Sam and I have bonded truly, sire.” Tucker started. “I wish to speak to you. We have offers of becoming a part of two other realms. They have told us that we could come there and live, with a job. I feel I must provide for my mate. I want to thank you for your support. We couldn’t have…we would have died without you. If there is nothing else, we will be going.”

The couple had talked about this as well as they made their way to the estate. Tucker wanted to start over, to start fresh, and Sam agreed with him. She wanted to go where he did, and her baking could be done from anywhere.

“No. I think not,” Aaron said. He didn’t move, not even when Sam turned on him.

“Hey, fang face, you don’t tell us what to do. He doesn’t…we don’t belong to your little…whatever, and I’m not so sure I’d want to. You are the pushiest person I’ve ever met. And you! You are the bossiest woman I’ve ever known.” Her last statement was directed right at Sara.

Aaron merely smiled at her. Then he turned his attention to his mate. When Sara gave him a slight nod, Aaron stood and advanced toward Sam, backing her against the furthest wall. Sara held Tucker still with magic so he couldn’t come to her aid. When Aaron had Sam pressed against the wall, he grabbed her around the throat and lifted her from the floor. Tucker roared with anger.

“Use it, Sam. Use your power,” Aaron demanded of her. “Throw me away and save Tucker.” Tucker watched helplessly as Aaron squeezed the life out of Sam.

“No matter how long it takes, no matter how hard you fight, I’ll kill you for this,” Tucker growled at Aaron.

Tucker was being slammed against the opposite wall over and over as his mate died. Aaron pulled her away from the wall slightly and slammed her hard twice.

Suddenly, he was across the room in a heap; his nose bloodied his arm at an odd angle.

“Oh, my God, what have I done?” Sam ran to him and helped Tucker up, as Sara had dropped him as soon as Aaron flew across the room. Tucker knew Sam was in trouble the way Sara glared at her. Standing in front of Tucker to protect him, Sam raised her chin.

“You touch him and I’ll kill you, you piece of—”

“You inherited the power base that was Marta’s, Sam. Your mother was Magi, and by killing her, Marta took her powers. You, in turn, took her powers and they became yours. Mel told us that the base went to you. Everyone that she ever killed, their power base now is a part of you.” Aaron’s arm was already healing; his nose was wiped clean as he spoke to Sam.

“This was a test? Are you fucking nuts? I could have hurt you. Then what? Your mate would have tried to kill us. Well, I don’t want it. Take it back. I…what am I supposed to do with it? Take it, you can have it.”

Sara snorted. “Aaron, like me, is a true immortal. And yes, it was a test. More than you could know. Aaron and I have a deal for you. We’d like—”

“Fuck you and your deal. What the hell? You expect us to what…drop down and kiss your feet? I don’t think so, toots. I thought I hated you before all this shit, now I—”

“Enough, Sam.” Tucker could see now what they had been doing. They wanted to see Sam realize her powers, her gift.

“I...I don’t want...I don’t know how to make this work. Please, I just want to be with Tucker. That’s all I want and to run my shop, bake cakes, and pretty things.” Her head was suddenly spinning around, the room tilted oddly. “I’ll not bother you again, not that I did in the first place.”

“I’ll show you how to use it, Sam. It would be my pleasure to show you. I know we haven’t really gotten off to a good start, and I think that might be my fault—” Sara started only to be cut off by Sam.

“Think it might be your fault! You stuck your fucking finger in my bullet hole to prove a point. Yeah, I’d say we got off to a bad start. And it never got any better with your nosey, bossy ways.”

Sara stiffened. “I was not being bossy. I was trying to help you. If I hadn’t made you seek medical attention, you’d of never have met Tucker. And that—”

“Ladies, ladies. I would like to point out that you both are destroying the room as we speak.” Aaron stood beside Tucker dodging items as they flew about the kitchen. Duncan, for once, was not in the vicinity.

Sam’s hair was standing on end and objects were flying around the room. Just as Aaron pointed it out and she realized it, everything dropped to the floor.

“Oh, God, I’m so sorry. I’ll pay for everything, I swear. I’m...I’m so...shit, I’m dizzy.” And Sam hit the floor.

When she woke later, Tucker was leaning over her smiling. They were in the bedroom again, the one he knew she disliked.

“You know, I really, really hate this room. But if you promise not to leave me in here alone, I think I could stand it a little longer.”

He kissed her before he spoke. “I’ve accepted Aaron’s offer. And Sara is beside herself with worry about you. How do you feel?” Tucker couldn’t stop from grinning at her.

“Let’s see, stupid, overwhelmed, tired, hungry, pissy...let’s just say I’m running the whole emotional spectrum right now. Why did you accept his offer? Not that I care, because it’s you who has to deal with him, but why?”

He touched her again, ran his hand down her arm, and made her shiver. He knew he’d just added yet another emotion.

“Tucker, if you keep that up, we won’t leave this bedroom before sunrise.” He grinned at her.

“I love you, Sam. Did you know that Sara has a friend named Shade? You’ve met her, I believe. She came here when you fainted.”

“I didn’t faint. Why was she called in? She’s their healer or something, right?”

“Or something.” He touched her again. “Have I told you in the last two minutes that I love you. I do, very much. You’re pregnant, love. That’s why you…hummm…when you tripped over that air molecule while standing perfectly still and hit your head on something on the way to the floor—”

“Okay, I fainted. I’m pregnant? That’s not possible. Is it? Well, I mean, we do go at it a lot. A baby? Tucker, I can’t even care for…We’re…a baby? I...is it okay with you? I…a baby? Wow.”

He answered her with a kiss. A kiss that said he loved her and that it was more than okay with him that she was having his child, their child.

“I love you with all of my being; I will love you for all of my lives. I love you, Sam Hunter James.”