Kept: An Erotic Anthology (7 page)

Vic seemed to gather his control. “We were hoping you could tell us that.”

I smiled, having no idea my fangs flashed until I saw the look on Vic’s face. I raised my hand and touched the sharp canines. My smile grew. “Talon is probably embroiled in some vampire political game at the moment.”

He couldn’t take his eyes from my teeth. “Do you even know where he is?”

“I could probably find him if I looked hard enough but that’s not going to win this war. You need to get me to my men, ASAP.”

“Kelly, no one will let you near your men. You’re a vampire.”

No one could stop me but I’d try playing nice first and if it didn’t work, I’d change the plan. But Uncle Sam would not like my changes and that, I could guaranfuckingtee.

“Vic, come here.” He didn’t want to but, oh boy, this vampire shit was great.

He stood up, a look of complete horror on his face as he took a step closer, the gun hanging loosely at his side. He opened his mouth to call out.

“No, quiet.” His jaws snapped shut and I hoped he had his tongue pulled back. I giggled. A fucking vampire little warrior giggle. “Place your empty hand out, wrist up.” His hand shook but it came forward. I could care less about the gun, it couldn’t hurt me, and he could fucking keep it.

I didn’t waste time, I needed blood. Vic stood still and let me take a bite of him not that he could stop me. As I fed, his body relaxed. I licked a few sloppy drops of blood from his wrist when I was finished and then let his hand drop.

“We can do this the easy or the hard way, Vic. You are taking me to my men. Once I’m with them, I will tell you and the military how to kill hellhounds. Then we will kill fucking hellhounds until every last one is dead. If you have a problem, get me someone higher on the totem pole.”

He was seeing the old me and I was okay with that. I started ripping the leads off my chest, pulled the IV out of my arm and stood up. God, I felt good. Everywhere I looked, I saw a new world—color definition, hearing, smell; everything perfectly clear.

Unfortunately, it was another day before I was back in the desert. My patience was shot and I swear I was going to knock some heads together soon. The General, yep, that general and two others came to the hospital. I’d been out cold for five days. They didn’t want to tell me anything about what was going on so I stopped asking. Blood held their memories. I was going to kill Talon when I saw him again. I’d wait until after I’d fucked him silly but then I would wthering his neck. So many things he should have told me—the fuckhead.

I was also pissed at him for keeping the truth from me about the stupid knife. If I’d chosen not to drink his blood, he’d have died. Not the kind of information you should keep from your mate and I’d make him pay. Deliciously pay for risking his life.

But first, the war.

My men were game. I knew they would be. Wiggs was the best.

“So now your cock trap has fangs Captain?”

“Yes it does, you have a fucking problem with that Wiggs?”

“No ma’am, but my cock just shrank two sizes.”

“Well, get that little nub in gear and let’s kick some ass.”

“Yes, Captain.” He saluted me, the ass.

Killing hellhounds was easy for me but not humans. My unit took a few hits but we were far luckier than most. There were also other vampires fighting; one woman and two men that I knew of. I never saw them but the information passed to me through blood donations. I wasn’t finicky like Talon. I didn’t care if someone wanted to donate or not. I needed information and food. I took it.

***

One year later…

In the end, humans prevailed.

I resigned from my active military duty, refusing to act as a consultant. They weren’t happy but I didn’t give a fuck. Talon hadn’t come looking for me and, by God, I was planning to kick his ass good when I found him.

If he’d told me it would take a year to vanquish our enemy, I’d have told him to go fuck himself. I was one horny-ass vampire and it was his fault. I rinsed the conditioner from my hair, washed my body, and stepped from the shower. Walking into my room, I stopped cold.

A fucking vampire lay on my bed. Of course, it wasn’t just any vampire, this one was mine.

“Took you long enough.” I tried ignoring the camo BDUs, bare chest, and his black boots as he leaned against my pillows. His legs, crossed at the ankles looked good enough to eat. Fuck, he was hot but I was pissed off and we needed to get that out of the way first.

“Drop the towel, little warrior.”

Oh, he thought it was that easy. It took everything I had but I walked into my closet, and grabbed the first shirt my hand touched and pulled it over my head. Next, I grabbed jeans and wiggled them over my damp skin.

When I walked out of the closet, he waited several feet in front of me. I couldn’t help masturbating him with my eyes—his fuckable lips tilted up at the corners of his… “I know you want me” smirk. I traveled lower, over the tattoos that accented his ripped chest and shoulders, then to that kissable V sliding down the low waist of the BDUs, giving me the beginnings of my number one fantasy.

Fuck me. He was hot.

“It’s been a while Talon.”

“Too long, little warrior.”

Dammit, he seemed unruffled. Calm, almost like this was some kind of a game to him. I’d just see about that.

I nodded to my bag, lying propped against the wall. “You caught me before I left on vacation.

“Lucky you.” He didn’t even look at the bag. His eyes focused entirely on me.

“It’s been a fucking year Talon. Seriously, what the fuck?” Yep, just a bit of emotion broke in at the end of my question dammit.

“Still having a problem with that mouth I see. You know I don’t care for your language.”

Fuck this.

I attacked the fucker.

“You. Fucking. Piece. Of. Shit.” I said between kicks and punches. He blocked but didn’t fight back. I got a lucky hit, clocking him on the jaw, but he did little more than take a half step back. I didn’t stop. All my pent up rage, my fucking need for him, and my love… yes, love went into each blow. My blows were vampire quick but his blocks were quicker.

“You know neither of us will tire. You had enough yet, baby?” That sexy drop in his voice almost did me in but I couldn’t stop.

Five minutes later, I guess he decided enough was enough. As I turned around, he locked me in his arms with my back pressed tightly to his chest. That was okay, because my skull flew back and I connected with his lip.

The sweet tangy scent of his blood flowed into the room. I was barely breathing hard but my voice was low and whispery, “Fuck me, Talon.”

He turned me and his lips crashed into mine. My fingers curled inside the top of his BDUs bringing him closer. He pulled back just enough to get my shirt off so we were skin to skin from the waist up. I sucked his bloody lip into my mouth, wanting his sweet taste, wanting him. He’d put sharp spikes in his pierced nipples and they scraped against my breasts. I was getting a pair just like these… soon.

My back hit the bed and he came down on me before rolling so I was on top. He took my hips and situated me so I straddled his thigh. I so fucking remembered this position but then forgot everything as he leaned up and his teeth entered my throat. The pull was incredible. Vampires had everything on humans. I rode his thigh in time to the pulse of his heart. My orgasm exploded but didn’t stop. He pulled away from my throat and my teeth entered his.

He somehow managed to unzip my pants and slide them down my hips. His fingers found my center, pushing inside. Hard. There was nothing gentle about what he did to me. My orgasm never stopped; it rose with each thrust of his fingers. Then, he pinched my clit, a hard burning pinch that caused me to cry out. I pulled my fangs back but I wasn’t nearly finished and neither was he.

He flipped me to my stomach, put his arm beneath my belly, and pulled me to my hands and knees. I don’t know when he unbuttoned his pants but his cock buried deeply in my pussy and it was his turn to yell. “So good. I missed you so much. Never again.”

“Fuck me hard, Talon.”

A feral growl left his throat as he pistoned inside me. He became me. We were no longer two separate people. We were one animal. One fucking mated animal.

His teeth entered my throat again while his body covered me. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t had sex with anyone in a year, it mattered that my mate didn’t fuck me. I needed him in order to breathe and for the last twelve months, I’d never taken a full breath. We both yelled our orgasms into the room before collapsing. He rolled to the side bringing me around so I rested face to face in his arms.

“I love you.”

That was all it took to make me cry and once the floodgates opened, they didn’t stop.

“Shh, little warrior. Never again. You will never be more than three feet from my side ever again.”

This was why he couldn’t fuck me after I changed. Now that he had, nothing could separate us. Our bodies created blood to feed each other. Our hearts beat with the same pulse completely synchronized.

He pulled me close.

I mumbled my yummy confession against his sweat dampened flesh. “I need to work on my language; I’ve been a very naughty girl.”

“I was thinking you might.”

I wiggled my toes and felt his boots. His pants were down to his knees but remained bloused at his calves. “Do you think we could work on that after you pull your pants up and we take advantage of my fantasy?”

His hand clenched in my hair as he brought my face up so I was looking into the sparkling gold specks of his eyes.

“Oh little warrior, I thought you’d never ask.”

Soul Bonds

By Angela Castle

Prologue

The glowing light on the communications board caught the Mediator’s attention. He waved his hand over the panel and it lit up in a holographic display of data. He rubbed his chin and sat back in his chair.

Interesting.

“A’tom, show me the planet charts from sector five zero one.”

The room blinked into darkness and glittering lights exploded all around him; highlighted before his gaze sat the planet system, orbiting a singular, solar star—yet, only one populated planet. With a flick of his wrist, he brought the small, blue planet in for closer inspection. “A’tom, show me the population information and who our operative is.”

The data scrolled down next to the image of the planet. It was so primitive, yet it held so much potential. After careful study of the specie
s
, they labeled them breeding compatible. This was why they sent many operatives to this planet to infiltrate, collect data and prepare. A handful of were already plucked from the planet. Without soul compatibility, no Spiri male could properly bond and reproduce.

At birth, every Spiri male and female’s unique soul essence is recorded into a mass database through the A’tom network, removing the guess work from soul matching.

A blinking light indicated a new female soul connection has been matched to a Spiri male.
But who
? “A’tom, show me to whom this female has been matched.”

Instantly, an image of a Spiri male appeared before him.

The Mediator gasped, sitting bolt upright in his chair, as the lights flashed. “By the star gods! Send the data package to him, immediately!”

“Soul bond data sent,” the automated, female voice of A’tom informed him.

The Mediator sank back into his seat, relieved another match was found and another mind saved from madness. This match is the most important one of their entire planet.

Chapter 1

Ashlyn Sawyer knocked back her second drink, her head swimming with the invading alcohol. She groaned and plonked her swaying butt onto the bar stool.

“You’re a lightweight.” The Vegas bartender removed her empty glass, eyeing her with a slight smile. He stood tall with broad shoulders and sandy blond hair falling immediately above his striking, clear blue eyes. His strange accent sounded out of place surrounded by Americans, but that was the nature of things in this gambling city—it sucked in people from every country around the world and emptied their pockets of everything but lint.

Ash grinned sheepishly at him. She knew it only took one or two drinks to make her feel relaxed and knock her off her feet. Usually, she knew her limits, especially in a strange place full of predators waiting to pounce. Right now, she didn’t care; she needed stress relief.

Hell, who wouldn’t after surviving a fifteen hour flight from Australia, including the transfer from Los Angeles to Las Vegas?

Even business class felt cramped and airless when sharing it with several soul-sucking, shallow women.

“I’ve been dragged here by my stepfamily from hell for their overpriced wedding. I need this. Hit me again, love.” She slapped down a twenty on the bar. “Keep the change.”

He shook his head, but took the money, and made her another apple martini.

“Your wedding?”

Ash snorted, wiggling the fingers of her left hand at the barkeep. “No ring on this finger. Too frikken fat for one anyway.”

“I wouldn’t say that. Everyone has a soul match out there somewhere. You just haven’t met the right man to sweep you off your feet.”

“Ha! Everyone’s a comedian. Did you take clown school as well?”

She didn’t mean to sound as bitter as she did, but couldn’t help it.

The bartender shrugged and leaned closer. “Honey, I’ve seen my share of tall, beautiful women, and I can honestly tell you beauty really is only skin deep. You my lovely, have so many dangerous curves, you should be outlawed.”

Ash’s gaze narrowed in suspicion. Surely, he wasn’t flirting with her? Men didn’t flirt with big-boned, plump Ashlyn Sawyer. She dismissed him as one of those meddlesome bartenders, listening to everyone’s problems, dishing out advice.

“Ashlyn!”

Ash winced at the high-pitched tone of her stepmother’s voice. It made her own name sound like nails scratching down a blackboard every time she spoke it. “There you are! Your sister and I have been looking everywhere for you.”