Kept: An Erotic Anthology (6 page)

“Um, no. Hell no.” I stood up, dragging the ridiculously large sheet with me. “I’m not stabbing a knife into your heart.” He was completely out of his mind.

“It will not kill me.”

Another subject I couldn’t deal with at the moment so, on to the next one. “Tell me how we kill the weres.”

“They’re hellhounds not werewolves. We don’t know who released them but each time you think you kill one, it reforms in hell and returns.”

“So how do we keep it from reforming?”

“You slice off the head, burn it, and pulverize the skull.”

Oh sweet mother of a vampire. “Okay.” My brain flashed through scenarios, “I’m not saying that it’ll be easy but it sure as hell doesn’t require me to be a vampire.”

“The humans need you to lead them.”

Wait a minute. He had no idea who I was. “As a human, I lead an elite group of fighters right now. I can train them how to kill hellhounds.” Yep, I sounded desperate but I didn’t care.

“You may or may not kill them all before they end human existence. Vampires have rules we must abide by. Those rules are older than time. I can turn you, and as my mate the rules don’t apply until the elders accept you. After that, you live by the same rules I do.”

My brains were scrambled but it was all making a crazy kind of sense. “What if the elders don’t accept me when this is over?”

“It’s more of a ceremony. As my mate, they have no choice but there is no law that says when the ceremony must take place.”

“Is there some kind of a book that explains all this shit because I’m beyond fucking confused?”

“Once you drink the blood of my heart, everything I know will pass to you. No books, you will know our history and our secrets.”

“What keeps me from running to my superiors and telling them everything?”

“You won’t want to.”

“It’s that fucking simple?”

He smiled for me, his—“fuck my lips, no need for air”, smile. “It’s that fucking simple.”

I almost laughed. That was the second time I’d heard him swear. Once at Vic, and now, while repeating what I said. “So where will you be while I wage a one vamp war on the hellhounds?”

“I must return home.”

No. He wasn’t leaving me. I would never survive. And, just where the hell were these thoughts coming from?

He read my mind again. “It will be impossibly hard on both of us.”

This was too much. There was no safe subject right now. I couldn’t imagine having him out of my sight for hours much less days, weeks, or months.

My gaze locked with his. “Fuck me, Talon.” It worked like a charm. This time I could feel my own pheromones activate.

Fire practically leapt from his eyes. “Stand and drop the sheet.”

Oh my alpha vampire. I stood and dropped the sheet.

He didn’t move, just looked at me. “Come here.”

I walked the few feet separating us like I was floating on air, the lure of his scent pulling me in.

He took my hand, his gaze running over each muscled curve of my body. “I’d like to do a little work with your mouth.”

And, just like that, my saliva glands released along with a hot gush between my legs. Unfortunately, I wasn’t ready for what he meant. I was jerked roughly across his lap, my legs and feet on one side of his thighs with my head hanging over the other.

“What the fuck?” I tried to scramble off but he pressed against the middle of my back while his other hand grabbed the hair at my nape making it impossible to move.

His warm hand moved down rubbing deliciously over each ass cheek. I moaned loudly into the room, disrupting the sound of Talon’s heavy breathing. The moan changed to a squeal the moment his palm struck my ass.

I tried twisting and bucking my body but he held tight. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Fixing.” Strike. “The problem.” Strike. “With your filthy mouth.” Strike.

My hands flew to cover my behind but he caught them in one of his, securing them at the small of my back. I continued to wiggle and squirm, added cussing, and kicking, but he kept a constant pace, the blows getting harder with each strike. When he finally stopped, I tried catching my breath, though when his fingers entered my pussy, breathing was the last thing on my mind. My ass burned but so did the quivering nerves of my cunt.

His voice sounded like liquid silk. “The only thing I don’t find incredibly attractive about you is your language.”

“Please.” I would beg; not for the spanking to end but for him to take me over that incredible edge he held me at.

“Please, what?”

“Please, fuck me. I mean oh shit, um, screw me?”

And just like that, my ass took another beating. I should have been humiliated but I was too turned on. I wanted him to finger fuck me while I was in this position.

“Hmm…” His fingers traveled through my wet pussy and I groaned again.

“Do you want to ask me something?”

“Make love to me.”

He stood me on my weak legs but he didn’t rise from the chair. I helped him pull his jeans off before straddling his lap. He thrust into me in one powerful upward push. He tipped my head down slamming his mouth to mine—nipping, sucking, doing all those delicious things that had me thirsting for more. But after all the buildup, he moved slowly in and out while touching me everywhere. When his lips moved from mine, he scraped his teeth over my neck, driving me wild.

“Please.”

“Please what, little warrior.”

“Use your teeth.”

“Ahh, you like that.”

“I fucking love it.”

His fingers tightened on my arms.

“I’m sorry, please, please, don’t stop. Please.” My inner muscles tightened around his cock. He could spank me later but, He. Could. Not. Stop.

The slow steady rhythm continued. He squeezed my ass cheeks, making the burn of the spanking feel more intense, more sting-y. My orgasm built and right before I went off, I looked at him.

He watched me. His eyes held his soul and I knew, irrevocably, at that moment that we were connected forever.

Chapter 11

He told me to order more food. A short time later, Talon opened the door when a knock sounded. Vic stood holding my bag with a cart of food beside him.

“I need to speak with her, I won’t make you leave.”

“You can’t make me leave but it’s up to her.”

Talon looked at me and I nodded. He opened the door wider and Vic walked in.

“I’ve brought your bag and added a few items of clothing I hope are comfortable. I need to know that you’re all right, Kelly.”

I watched him wearily. So much had changed in such a short time. I was confused. I knew it but I also knew I loved Talon.

“I’m good, Vic. We need a little more time but then we’ll talk to you.”

“I’m sorry, Kells, I can’t give you that time.”

Vic pulled a Taser secured under the top of the cart. He fired it at Talon who looked like he was waiting for just that. He slowly pulled the prongs from his chest. Vic reached inside his jacket where I knew he kept a gun. I moved so fast I surprised myself and pushed the cart into him.

Talon grabbed his arms, twisting him around and keeping them behind his back like Vic was nothing more than a ragdoll. “Take the gun, Kelly.” His eyes were black again.

I moved forward.

“What the fuck are you doing, Captain Myers?” Vic was incredulous but his eyes shot daggers at me.

“I’m sorry, Vic, but there’s a lot you don’t understand and we need more time.” I took the gun.

“Call your men off, Major.”

“Fuck you.” Vic fought against the immovable wall that was my vampire.

I needed Vic to understand I was still on his side. “Vic, you need to listen to me. We can win this war but I need more time.”

“A few hours only,” Talon added.

Now it was my turn to be surprised… no hurt. We needed a hell of a lot longer than a few hours. We needed days, weeks, months.

“Let me go.” Vic’s voice broke into my thoughts.

Talon released Vic’s arms. “You will give us three hours.”

Vic looked at me, some of his anger leaving. “Do you know what you’re doing, Kells?”

I managed a comforting smile. “I know exactly what I’m doing. Give us the three hours, Vic. You owe me that. You trusted him. I trust him.”

“Three hours.” He straightened his shirt and placed his hand on the doorknob.

“Keep your men back.” Talon took a step closer to Vic, getting in his face.

Vic walked out and Talon locked the door, not that it would stop them. They had keys and assault weapons. I clenched the sheet tighter in my trembling fingers and gazed at Talon.

“I’m sorry, little warrior; I wanted more time.” He walked closer then stopped. Using the sheet he pulled me the last few inches and I was in his arms.

Three hours. Three fucking hours.

I melted against him, fighting tears.

“You need to eat. It will be your last meal of solid food.”

“No, I can’t eat. I’m afraid; please take the fear away.”

He kissed me and I dropped the sheet. Then, he loved me. He carried me to his bed and took an hour. He didn’t use the bed straps and I wondered if we would ever have the chance. He was hard and soft but his eyes never left mine. I screamed, I cried, I begged. He took me over the top again and again.

My vampire.

We showered and I held my tears tightly inside. I refused to cry and ruin what he’d given me. He told me to dress and I did. He put on jeans, his feet bare, his chest muscles rippling as he walked to grab a large bag from the closet.

The long wooden case he pulled out had ornate scrollwork. He set it on the end of the bed and opened it.

“No Talon; I can’t.”

His eyes assured me but the foot-long knife did not. “You can do this. It will hurt me but you will also hurt. It will be days before your body completely transforms and I cannot be here with you.”

“Why?” It was an anguished cry and the tears I refused to shed rolled down my cheeks anyway.

He pulled me close, his lips breathing against mine. “Once you are vampire, I could never leave you. I would take you with me, humans be damned. This is the only chance your race has. When the war is over, I will find you and we will never be separated again. I promise.”

“What if I die Talon? You can’t promise that I’ll survive this war.” I was being such a big baby. Me, the leader of a fighting unit that took no prisoners.

“Little warrior, it’s almost impossible to kill a vampire or to cage one. I will find you.”

He took my hand and lifted the knife. “This is mine and only used once for my mate. I’ve sharpened it for years and it will do its job.”

Script written in another language wrapped around the hilt.

“What does it say?” The dagger was beautiful but I knew what it needed to do and looking at it almost hurt.

He placed it in my hand and moved my hand against my heart; his body stepping into me so his heart rested against my hand. “
My blood is your blood.
The phrase is on every questing blade. 

He pulled away and lay on the bed with me standing beside him.

“Kiss me again, little warrior.”

I looked at the knife. I wanted to toss it away but I couldn’t. It was completely crazy but I trusted him. I trusted him with human civilization. Bending over, I put my lips against his. The kiss was sweet, passionate—everything. My tears splashed on his cheeks, my hands trembled.

He pushed me back and placed his palms over mine so we both held the blade.

“I cannot force you to drink. It’s something you must do freely. But we will do this part together.”

“I love you.” I said it. I meant it.

“I love you.”

His arms flexed, pulling away from his body so there was about six inches between the tip of the blade and his flesh. He looked into my eyes and when I felt his hands tighten, I pushed down hard.

Oh God, the shock in his eyes scared me. The knife passed into his chest like butter. He tried to speak but no words passed his lips. I looked down at the knife, there was no blood. Shit, I needed to pull it out. His hands fell to his sides. Blood dripped from his beautiful lips. I jerked the knife upward and a gush of blood ran from his chest.

I looked back at his eyes. They were glassy but still gazing at me. Just the tips of his lips tilted and it gave me the courage to lean down to his heart and put my lips against the wound. My tongue lapped at the blood. Like his semen, it was sugary, incredibly sweet.

The change in my body was instantaneous, the muscles of my legs seized and I slumped against him. His hands lifted, grabbing me so I continued to feed from his blood. He held me close as I became a vampire.

I have no idea how much time passed. My body hurt but it was also, somehow, connected to his. More than when his cock was deep inside my pussy. This was different. This was the two of us becoming one.

I heard pounding at the door to the suite. If they found us covered in blood they would kill him.

“Sleep, my little warrior.” His voice was incredible and I wanted to soak up each syllable and roll naked in each word.

The world went dark.

Chapter 12

I woke up in a military hospital room. The white walls and constant beep of a heart monitor gave my location away. Vic was slouched in a chair beside the bed. I’d never seen him with facial hair but he had a few days’ growth going. Fuck.

Talon

Fuck.

I knew. I somehow knew everything. Vampire history. The secrets. Everything. Talon was right; I wouldn’t give up their history to humans.

I would have moved but my hands and feet were strapped down. It pissed me off. I heard Vic shift a little in what must be an uncomfortable chair and I looked at him. His eyes opened and then grew huge when he saw I was awake.

“Take this fucking shit off of me Vic.” It wasn’t a request.

“Kells.”

“Don’t fucking ‘Kells’ me. You know what… forget it.” I tightened my fists and the straps broke. I flexed my feet and the same thing happened. Human rules and bindings no longer applied to me.

Vic’s gun came out and I laughed. “Shoot me and get this shit over with. It won’t kill me and we have hellhounds to destroy.” I waited for the blast. Vic’s hand shook and I wanted to laugh again. “Where’s Talon?” I didn’t have time for this shit.