Chapter 12 #2
“I’ll help you,” Thomas offers. At first his words surprise me, then I remember they want this curse broken. The sooner I get through my other shit, the sooner I can work on breaking the curse. “Whatever you need, I’ll do it. And right now, I think you need to relax.”
“If I relax, someone else dies. There’s not much time left until the new moon, and if I don’t find and kill the sire before then, that means more vampires.
I need to get to the bottom of this sooner rather than later.
It’s fucking everything else up.” I look up at the guys.
“I never lie at work, and I’ve done a lot of it the last few days.
The longer it takes to kill the vamps, the more likely I am to get caught in a lie. ”
A few seconds of silence tick by and I can feel all four men staring at me. Finally, Jacques speaks.
“The bar you mentioned earlier…is it open during the day?”
“No, and the hours change with the seasons. It’s only open after sunset.”
“That is compelling.”
“I know, right?” I put the rest of the files in their folders, stacking them neatly on the table. “I should go tonight. Scope it out and see if I can find anyone who looks like a vampire.”
“Vampires can look like normal people if they desire. The three you came across were young and didn’t know how to use their powers.”
“Hold up.” I raise my hand, holding up a finger. “Now vampires have magical powers?”
“Not quite,” Jacques answers. “They can make you spellbound for a few moments at a time, usually just long enough to not feel pain when they first bite you. And they can hide their appearance from humans. Though some of the older, powerful sires could kill you without touching you.”
“Great. What about the sulfur smell?”
“They can cover it up, but it’s there. All demons smell like sulfur.”
“So, basically, you’re telling me I need to go around sniffing people.”
“Even in our time, that wouldn’t go over well,” Jacques replies.
“I’m joking. Maybe. I think.” I let out a sigh that turns into a yawn.
“You really should rest,” Gilbert urges. “You haven’t gotten much sleep lately and going up against vampires requires quite a bit of stamina.”
I hate that he’s right. I’ve always had a bit of an obsessive personality, which worked in my favor as a detective, giving the case I was investigating everything I had. And while I’ve worked on my fair share of “big” cases with high-profile victims, nothing has been bigger than this.
“Fine. I’ll sit down and relax until dinner gets here.” I look at my watch. “Which should be in twenty minutes.”
Getting up from the table, I grab my large overnight bag and go upstairs.
It’s still chilly, but I can feel the warm air seeping from the furnace, slowly heating the master bedroom.
I set my bag down on the dresser and go to the bed, stripping off the old sheets and blankets and replacing them with clean ones I brought from home.
“I thought you were resting.”
I turn to see Thomas standing in the doorframe. His large wings take up the entire space, and I’m pretty sure he’ll have to turn sideways to enter.
“I will be resting after I make the bed. Sleeping on an old, used mattress kind of grosses me out.”
“At least you get a bed,” he jokes.
I toss the old pillows to the corner of the room, frowning. “You’re right. There are a lot of little things I’ve taken for granted. Like showers and not turning to stone when I sleep.”
Thomas laughs and I slip a corner of the fitted sheet around the mattress. It pops off when I pull it to the other side. Too lazy to go around, I climb onto the mattress and try again.
“That’s an interesting concept.” Thomas brings his large frame into the room.
“Interesting is a good word to use.”
“What’s the purpose of it?”
“It keeps the mattress clean.” I get the last corner of the sheet on the bed. “Come here.” I sit and pat the space next to me. “This mattress isn’t the best, but it’s probably better than anything you’ve experienced before.”
I watch how he moves his wings as he sits, and the look of surprise on his face makes me smile.
“Comfy, isn’t it?”
“Better than the couch,” he says, and lies back.
A few seconds pass before he grabs my arm and brings me back with him.
My head settles on his chest and he trails his fingers up and down my spine.
“You need to learn how to relax. I’ve seen many strong men drive themselves to a breaking point by trying to do it all.
You’re different, Ace. Obviously not a man, but it’s so much more than that.
So much has happened to you in the last two days and you haven’t hesitated once. ”
“I have a few times, just not long enough for anyone to notice.”
He brushes my hair out of my eyes and smiles. “I like you, and it’d be a damn shame if anything happened before I got to know you better.”
A wave of heat goes over me, and I find myself craving his touch from last night. But more of it.
“Same with you.” I run my fingers through his wavy blond hair. “Besides, I have so many questions. If I died now, I’d come back as a ghost and annoy the shit out of all of you.”
Thomas laughs and rests his hand on the small of my back, fingers inching toward my ass. “As long as you looked as good dead as you do alive, I won’t complain.”
Laughing, I hook my leg over his. “Your skin isn’t gray anymore.
” I trace a vein with my finger on his muscular chest. He shudders from my touch, and he quickly brings his hand up, fingers wrapping around my wrist. For a split second I think I crossed a line, that my touch offended him for some reason.
And then I see the lust in his eyes.
In a sudden movement, he rolls over, moving on top of me.
My heart is in my throat and heat burns between my thighs.
He looks at me with such intensity it makes me squirm beneath him, and he likes it.
I gently push his golden locks out of his handsome face and inhale deeply, crushing my breasts against his chest.
His wings are slightly spread above me, shielding everything from sight. Heart racing, I part my lips and slide my hand to the back of his neck. My eyes fall shut as he lowers his lips to mine. Every nerve in my body comes alive the moment he kisses me.
Soft.
Wet.
Warm.
Desperate.
I widen my legs and feel his cock begin to harden against my stomach.
Red-hot desire washes over me, and if he was wearing a shirt, I probably would have ripped it off.
Thomas mirrors my desperation, kissing me with a fierceness I’ve never experienced before.
His tongue slips into my mouth and he wraps his arms around me, sliding one hand under my shirt.
His kisses move from my mouth to my neck, and I throw my head back, a moan escaping my lips. I curl my legs around him and feel every inch, every ridge of muscle on his torso. With deft fingers, he undoes the buttons on my blouse, pulling back the material and gazing upon my breasts.
“It’s a bra,” I pant, sitting up just enough to unhook it.
“It’s quite nice.” He leans away, licking his lips. “I prefer it off, though.”
“You and me both.” I scramble to get the clasp undone and let the straps roll down my shoulders.
Thomas takes it off and tosses it on the floor, then dives back on top of me, kissing my lips again before working his way down, taking one of my breasts in his mouth.
His tongue swirls over my nipple, sending waves of pleasure right through me.
I’ve never been one to particularly get off from nipple-play, but whatever the hell he’s doing to me is just about enough to make me come right here and now.
Out of habit, I go to wrap my arms around him but my hands hit his wings. Instead of moving my hands to another, smoother part of his body, I run my hands along the rough bones of his wings, remembering how he said he thought they were ugly and unattractive.
“I want you, Ace,” Thomas growls, but it’s almost as if he’s asking permission.
“Have me,” I order, lifting my head off the mattress just enough to look at him. He moves his head down between my legs, taking off my pants. He moves to the floor, kneeling before the bed, and I get a glimpse of the outline of his big cock, hardly hidden beneath the thin brown fabric of his pants.
He lifts my legs, wrapping them around his neck, and kisses his way up my thigh.
Soft and gentle at first. And then he nips at my skin, sending a shock through me.
He runs his fingertips along my leg, mouth hovering over my core.
I can feel his warm breath on me, and I realize he’s teasing me on purpose.
He knows exactly what he’s doing to me, and I am so fucking glad he didn’t take his vow of celibacy seriously.
Slowly, he grabs the sides of my panties and rolls them down my thighs.
I lift my ass off the mattress and he groans with need at the sight of my pussy.
Unable to wait any longer, he rips them in two and dives between my legs, mouth against my clit.
I ball the sheet with one hand and bring the other to the top of Thomas’s head, fingers tangling with his hair. His tongue lashes against me in a fury, and he licks and sucks relentlessly. My breathing quickens and the muscles in my thighs tighten as pleasure winds inside me.
He slides one hand under my ass, bringing me closer to his face. My grip on his hair tightens the closer I get to coming, and he slips a finger inside my tight pussy. A loud moan escapes my lips.
The door is open.
The others are downstairs.
And for some reason, I don’t care.
Thomas bends his finger ever so slightly, rubbing furiously against my inner wall. I press myself against him, and he hits my G-spot.
“Don’t even think about stopping,” I pant. “Not until you make me—” I cut off as an orgasm hits me, hard and fast, like the way Thomas is eating me out. He slips another finger inside, pressing against my G-spot, while at the same time flicking my clit with his skillful tongue.
I shudder as I come and every muscle in my body goes rigid for a few seconds.
I’m panting, heart racing and ears ringing.
Thomas slowly pulls away, cocky smile on his face.
Blinking away the stars floating before me, I feebly reach for him, eyes going to the glistening wet tip of his cock that’s sticking out from the top of his cloth pants.
I lick my lips. My body is still rolling with pleasure from the orgasm he just gave me, but I’ll be damned if I don’t feel turned on all over again from the sight of that thing. It’s big, and not just long.
But thick.
The perfect combination of girth and length. The kind of cock I’ll feel long after he’s done fucking me.
“Pants,” I huff. “Take them off.”
Thomas stands, eyes on mine, and undoes the tie on his pants, letting them drop to his feet. He steps out, and I welcome him between my open legs.
“Your cunt is so wet,” he groans, grabbing my hips and positioning himself to enter me.
I prop myself up with one arm and reach forward with the other, taking hold of his big cock.
Slowly, I pump my hand up and down the shaft, swirling my thumb around the tip and bringing the pre-cum down to the base.
Thomas’s eyes close and he practically melts in my hand. For a man who hasn’t had sex in over a thousand years, he has impressive stamina. His mouth goes to mine, and I can taste myself on his lips.
“I need to fuck you, Ace. I need to bury my cock inside of you. Now.” He kisses me again. “I can’t wait any longer.”
He throws me back and moves on top of me. Legs apart, I grab his hips and guide him to me, then slide one hand down and take hold of his large cock. My heart skips a beat when the tip presses into me. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex, and I’ve never had a cock as big as his inside of me.
“Are you ready, Ace?” he growls. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”
“Yes,” I pant.
“Once I start I won’t be able to stop until I’m done.” He wraps his hand around mine, pushing his cock into my core. Anticipation tingles through me and the need to have him take me is all-consuming.
“I’m ready, Thomas. I need to feel you inside of me.”
Without any warning, he plunges that big cock in. I cry out, both from the shock of the tight fit and from how fucking good it feels. He thrusts in deep, moaning as he pushes his cock inside me before pulling back and pushing in again.
It’s basic and animalistic. His need to come is so strong it’s all he can think about. And then he suddenly slows, circling his hips and hitting me at another angle. One that feels fucking amazing. He leans back, fucking me slow, and rubs my clit with his thumb in time with his thrusts.
I curl my nails into his muscular biceps, breath hitching as another orgasm rolls through me.
I cry out as it hits, pussy contracting wildly around Thomas’s thick cock.
He lowers his head, kissing me ferociously as he fucks me hard and fast. His wings spread open and he buries his cock as deep as he can, bending his head down to kiss me as he comes.
His cock pulses, spilling warmth inside me, and he lets out a shuddering breath. My arms fall back onto the mattress, and I cannot catch my breath. Thomas pulls out and lies on the bed, bringing me to him.
“That was amazing,” I pant.
Thomas pushes my messy hair out of my face.
“That was. We should do it again sometime.” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows, making me laugh.
He’s already dangerous, with his wings and fangs and inhuman strength.
Add in his good looks, ability to make me laugh and make me come twice in a row… he could be a stone-cold killer.
“Give me a couple of hours.”
“I’ll be waiting.” He’s hopeful and I know he will be ready for round two in probably a few more minutes instead of hours.
“We’ll see.”
Thomas trails his fingers along my body, exploring every curve. “You’re beautiful, Ace.”
Despite the fact that this half-man, half-gargoyle was just all up in my personal business, I blush from the compliment. I don’t get complimented like that very often, and I let myself get close to people even less.
“You’re not too bad yourself, even if you don’t think so.”
“Oh, I know I’m good-looking.” Thomas’s eyes glimmer behind his smirk. “Even with the fangs. Though you did say some women get off on the fangs.”
“Some do.” I smile back.
“Can you promise me something?”
I lift my head to meet Thomas’s gaze. “What?”
“Don’t go after the vampires alone.”
He knows I can’t promise that. He knows I won’t. And then I realize he doesn’t want me to. I cup his cheek with my hand and move in, lips brushing against his as I talk.
“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”
“Neither do I.”
I shiver and he spoons his body around mine, using one of his wings to keep me warm. I’m so tired. Mentally and physically worn. I could easily drift to sleep, but right as I’m dozing off, Thomas sits up and tips his head toward the window.
“Someone is here.”