Vampire in Geek's Clothing (Psy-Vamp Book 6) (20 page)

Phoenix had no idea why she’d expected Drew to go easy on
her. Drew was brutal, and she was definitely going to have bruises later. While
Isaiah had told them there was a gym in the house, Drew had insisted on moving
the furniture out of the way in a sitting room. He’d explained that the gym was
too sterile.

“Dammit, Nix!” Drew growled in her ear. His arms were
wrapped around her from behind, pinning hers to her sides.

“Let her go, Drew,” Isaiah ordered him.

Drew instantly released her and stepped back, looking
seriously pissed at her for allowing him to get her in that position.

Phoenix glared right back at Drew. “I’m doing my best!”

“Fuck your best!” Drew shouted.

Isaiah grabbed her arm when she took a step toward Drew.
What she was going to do when he’d already proven he could hurt her, she had no
idea.

“You’re a hunter,” Isaiah stated in a firm tone. “While the
tattoo is muting some of your abilities, you’re still stronger than a human.
Why are you holding back?”

She thought for a moment because she wasn’t sure why she was
holding back. “I don’t want to hurt him,” she finally admitted. “I thought this
would be sparring where no one gets hurt.”

“You’re weak,” Drew spat out with a nasty smirk. “I could do
whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re too pathetic to do anything to
stop me. That’s your choice. You could have fought and saved lives. Instead,
you ran like a fucking coward.”

“Don’t talk to her that way,” Isaiah hissed at Drew.

“Why not?” Drew sneered. “You want me to lie to her so she
can end up dead? Get the fuck back over here, Nix, and stop acting like some
weak human.”

Phoenix jerked away from Isaiah and stalked toward Drew.
“What is your problem?” she demanded. “Do you get off on making me feel bad
about myself?”

When Drew laughed at her, she saw red and her fist slammed
into his diaphragm, knocking him to the ground. There was a loud whoosh as the
air left his lungs, and for a moment, she felt terrible about hitting her
friend, even if he was being a jerk. That guilt quickly melted away when she
noticed he was quietly laughing at her.

“Now, we’re getting somewhere,” he praised, lifting his
shirt to reveal the place where her fist had connected. From the looks of it,
he’d have a nasty bruise. “That’s the kind of shit I want to see from you when
I teach you how to fight.”

For the next hour, Drew was relentless, and by the end of
that hour, Phoenix no longer felt at all guilty about hurting him.

“That’s good for today,” Drew told her when she was pretty
sure she couldn’t take anymore.

“You are such an asshole,” she grumbled.

Isaiah was watching her with the strangest expression on his
face. Sitting on the floor with one leg bent so he could rest an arm on his
knee, his eyes locked with hers, and Phoenix’s breath caught in her throat.

Drew chuckled as he passed her. “That’s the adrenaline,
babe. As for my cousin, he just likes seeing you hit me.”

“Huh?” she asked, suddenly having trouble forming a coherent
sentence.

Leaning closer to her ear, Drew whispered loudly. “The door
to this room locks.”

“Why are you telling me that?” she asked him.

Drew chuckled again. “Yeah, like you don’t know what’s going
to happen as soon as I walk out that door. If you need more coaching, I could
always stay and watch.”

“No,” Isaiah told him, never taking his eyes off of Phoenix.

“Come on, cuz. I’ve watched you fuck before, and I’ve fucked
Nixie. It’s not like either of you have anything I haven’t seen.”

Phoenix let out a long-suffering sigh, hoping Drew would
take the hint and leave.

“Fine,” Drew relented. “I’ll let myself out, and I’m such a
nice guy that I’ll even lock the door.”

When the door clicked behind Drew, Isaiah stood and prowled
toward her.

Isaiah never would have guessed he’d get so turned on
watching Phoenix fight with Drew. Sparring was definitely not the word for what
they’d been doing, and it had been hard to avoid intervening at first, even
knowing why Drew was being so hard on her. They didn’t have months to teach her
how to defend herself. If Hayden got his hands on her, he wasn’t going to be
gentle. At first, he’d cringed every time Drew had tossed her on the ground or
pinned her against a wall. Then it had all changed. When Phoenix had slammed
her fist into Drew’s diaphragm, Isaiah’s dick had instantly woken up.

“I should take a shower,” Phoenix said with a shy smile that
made his dick even harder.

“Do you really think that’s what’s going to happen?” he
asked, standing directly in front of her, but not touching her. If he touched
her, he’d lose what control he had.

“What else would we do?” she asked innocently, which is when
he realized she was teasing him.

“Take off your clothes, and I’ll show you,” he suggested,
reaching out to tug at the hem of her shirt.

“You first,” she insisted.

Isaiah quickly stripped his t-shirt over his head and tossed
it on the floor before kicking out of his shoes.

“You don’t look like a computer geek when you take your
clothes off,” Phoenix told him, reaching out to explore his chest with just the
tips of her fingers. His nipples instantly hardened under her touch, making him
groan.

“What do I look like?” he asked, trying to keep from tearing
her clothes off and fucking her against the door. That wasn’t completely out of
the question, but he wanted her just as turned on as he was before he slid into
her body.

“A runner,” she replied as her fingers traced his abdominal
muscles. “Maybe a swimmer.”

“I like to do both,” he admitted, his eyes fixed on her
fingers as they worked at the buckle on his belt. When she undid his pants and
slid them down his legs, he practically moaned in relief at having his dick
freed from the confines of his jeans. She reached out to grip his erection over
the fabric of his boxers.

“You like that, don’t you?” she asked with a sexy purr.

“Yes,” he admitted, his eyes drifting closed as his arousal
grew even more.

“I want to taste you,” she breathed out, pushing his boxers
down to free him.

When she moved to drop to her knees, he gripped her elbows
to stop her. “Undress now,” he ordered, kicking his pants and boxers the rest
of the way off.

When she looked down at his dick like she was being denied
her favorite treat, he chuckled. “I want to enjoy you at the same time.”

Her eyes widened when she realized what he was saying, and
she quickly stripped out of her clothes. While she was undressing, Isaiah
tossed the cushions from one of the sofas they’d moved against the wall onto
the floor. Grabbing her hand, he led her to the makeshift bed before leaning
forward to kiss her. His tongue slid along hers, making her moan and writhe
against his body. Isaiah was on the verge of coming when she sucked his tongue
into her mouth, imagining she’d be doing the same to his cock very soon. He’d
been close to the edge before she’d even touched him. Now, he was practically
shaking with need.

Fisting her hair, Isaiah pulled her head back, angling his
mouth so he could take charge of the kiss. His tongue thrust into her mouth,
mimicking sex. His tactics had the desired effect, and soon, Phoenix was
panting and trying desperately to get closer to him.

Tearing his mouth from hers, he settled onto his back and
held out a hand to her. “I need to taste you,” was his desperate plea, and he
was beyond thankful that she didn’t ask any questions.

Phoenix settled over his mouth, and he used his fingers to
spread her open so he could feast on her. Just as his tongue slid into her hot
pussy, Phoenix’s hand gripped the base of his cock, while her tongue traveled
up the shaft before swirling around the edges of the head. Focusing on the task
of bringing Phoenix to screaming orgasm wasn’t easy with her touching his cock,
and when she slid it inside of her mouth, he moaned against her, which must
have felt good since she echoed his moan. His tongue moved against her clit,
while he used his hands to keep her open to him.

When she was rocking against his face, sucking his dick so
far into her throat he was sure she’d gag, Isaiah slid two fingers into her
body as his teeth grazed her clit. Phoenix jerked at the sensation, sucking
harder on his throbbing dick. When she relaxed against him, he sucked her clit
into his mouth and strummed it with his tongue, thrusting his fingers into her
while she worked her hot mouth up and down his shaft in time with his fingers.

Her body tightened around his fingers, and her moans grew
louder. Those sexy moans were vibrating around him, bringing him closer to the
edge. His control was almost gone. When he felt the first spasms of her orgasm
around his fingers, Isaiah knew he wouldn’t last much longer. Still flicking
his tongue around her clit as he suckled it gently, her body rocked with the
spasms of her climax. Her jaw loosened as she let out a little shriek, and that
should have been enough to bring him away from the edge. Instead, he moved even
closer as her orgasm settled, and his fingers slowed.

In the aftermath of her orgasm, she started to suck his dick
like a woman possessed. “No more or I’ll come in your mouth,” he warned.

That didn’t stop her. If anything, it made her even more
desperate. She gripped the base, sliding him in and out of her mouth faster
while sucking hard until Isaiah couldn’t hold back any longer. Bucking his hips
up toward her mouth, he groaned loudly, gripping her hips for support when his
intense orgasm rocked his body.

Phoenix sat up, still a little wobbly, and slid off of him,
before giving up and collapsing on his chest.

“That was incredible,” he rasped out.

“I have to agree,” she said with a sleepy laugh. “You taste
fantastic.”

Isaiah groaned. “If you keep talking like that, I’ll end up
fucking you.”

“That sounds encouraging,” she purred.

Isaiah had a feeling it was going to be a while before they
were ready to leave the room.

Helena loved her job at the hospital, and she was grateful
to Justin for helping her get it. Although, he insisted she’d gotten the job on
her own, she never would have had the confidence to even apply had he not
encouraged her to try. Now, she was not only working in obstetrics, she was
admired by her colleagues. Tonight, she’d been called in to help with a
high-risk delivery. The doctor on call had specifically requested her, which
was a great ego boost, and one she really needed after her recent encounter
with Josef.

They hadn’t spoken since that day at Nathaniel’s home. Josef
had messaged her with an apology several days later, and he’d even assured her
he would respect her wishes. While she wanted to believe him, experience led
her to believe Josef would try to manipulate her into returning home with him,
something she couldn’t do. That was a life she had no intention of returning
to.

Looking around the deserted parking garage, Helena had a
moment of apprehension about her decision to go in alone tonight, but she
quickly shook off that worry, blaming it on her sons’ paranoia. While her sons
were both going to be upset with her for going out without any backup, she’d
had no choice. There simply hadn’t been time to make arrangements.

“Excuse me, ma’am.”

As the young man who’d spoken approached, the hairs on the
back of Helena’s neck stood up. Why she was having that reaction to his
presence, she had no clue. There was nothing inherently dangerous about his
appearance. With blond hair and deep blue eyes, he was attractive. His round, clean-shaven
face made him seem young and relatively harmless. Still, something about him
made her uneasy. Although, she was willing to admit her reaction might be the
result of her sons’ concern for her safety.

Reaching a hand into the pocket of her jacket, she grasped
the pepper spray. Even though she was stronger than any human, if there was a
problem, she’d rather distract her attacker long enough to make it from the
parking garage to the hospital.

“Can I help you?” she asked with a pleasant smile.

The young man blinked twice before responding. “God, you’re
beautiful.”

Rather than replying, she waited for him to answer her
question.

“You need to come with me,” he told her, proving her
instincts were right, and he was up to no good.

“I don’t think so,” she said, pulling the pepper spray from
her pocket, fully prepared to use it.

Unfortunately, the young man pulled a gun at the same time.
“I’m going to have to insist. Now, be a good little vampire whore and drop the
pepper spray. I’d hate to have to put a hole in your pretty face.”

Helena allowed the pepper spray to drop to the ground, never
taking her eyes off the man standing in front of her. “Why are you doing this?”
she asked, grateful that her voice didn’t shake.

“I need your family to hand over my bitch cousin,” he
explained with a shrug. “I figure the vampires will want you more than her.
You’re a true treasure.”

The way he leered at her made Helena take a step back.

“None of that,” he said with a chuckle, reaching out with
his free hand to grip her arm. “Let’s get you settled into the trunk of my car
so we can go somewhere more private.”

That’s when Helena started shaking, which seemed to amuse
him. “Trembling with need?” he asked with another chuckle. “Don’t worry. I’m
not going to beat you or even fuck you. You’re safe with me as long as I get my
whore cousin.”

Somehow, she didn’t believe him. Looking around the parking
garage, Helena tried to think of any escape when the needle pierced her arm.

“What did you inject in me?” she demanded.

“Just a little something to help you relax,” he assured her.
“Now, let’s get you to the car before you collapse. If I have to carry you, I’m
pretty sure I won’t be able to resist running my hands all over that sweet body
of yours.”

Helena shivered again, forcing her feet to move toward his
car. The blackness came so quickly, she didn’t have time to react. One moment,
she was struggling to put one foot in front of the other. The next, she was
falling.