[ Chapter 38 Vampire Ball Part II1 ]

Chapter 38 Vampire Ball Part II1

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Pushing through the double doors to the dinning room, Mandy spotted Tru in the corner holding a tray of pumpkin shaped miniature cakes. They went well with her gingerbread mausoleum. Tru certainly was unique if not a bit eccentric. It wasn’t like Mandy had a lot of room to talk so she avoided commenting. 4


Tru smiled wide, bringing attention to her pixie-like features. “You made it!” Her gaze raked over Mandy slowly. “Your dress is practically see through.”5

Biting her lower lip, Mandy sighed. “I know. I was aiming at completely see through but this was the best I could come up with.”6

Tru’s eyes widened as she nodded. “I see. Umm, cookie?”7

“Uh, no. I’m fine.”8

“Yes,” a deep voice said from behind Mandy. “You are.”9

Turning, she found herself staring into the face of a white drama mask. Unable to resist the long strands of silky black hair, she gave in and ran her fingers through it, savoring the feel. “You clean up nicely.”10

“He certainly does,” Tru said, dreamily. 11

“I thought you were out of town for the weekend.” Mandy traced his jawline, enjoying how smooth it was. As her thumb ran over his bottom lip, her inner thighs quivered in anticipation. “Muir, you should really dress up more often.”12

“Muir?” the man drew back slightly. “I’m sorry but…”13

She jerked her hand away, pulling the man’s hair with her. He bent down and for a moment, Mandy was lost in his blue eyes. It wasn’t until his full lips brushed hers that she realized she’d effectively pinned him in place. It wasn’t as though he could go far since she had her hands wrapped in the silky black strands of his hair.14

Mandy opened her mouth to apologize and was silenced as his lips captured hers. Images of naked, sweaty bodies rolling around in satin sheets filled her head. Her breathing quickened and she clung desperately to the source of the pleasure. As the man’s cool tongue traced the inner edges of her mouth, Mandy simply moaned and rubbed her body against his. The pictures in her mind of the two of them tangled in the sheets as he pumped the length of his cock into her left tiny animal noises coming from her. 15

Going to her tiptoes, Mandy savored the taste of the stranger’s sweet mouth. The way their tongues artfully circle one another, she could have sworn it was as if they’d had endless hours of practice. Someone untangled her hand from the man’s hair but Mandy didn’t back away. No. She slid her now freed hand behind his neck as she continued to enjoy the bliss his mouth offered.16

Vaguely, Mandy heard music playing. Its melody was themed for Halloween but was still every bit as beautiful as anything else. She moved with it as did the mysterious man whose lips seemed fused to hers. They danced slowly, concentrating more on the explicit exploration of the other’s mouth than on anything else.17

Mandy slid her tongue around, changing their rhythm and skimmed over something sharp. There was a quick pinch followed by slight pain before she tasted the distinctly coppery taste of blood. Her partner took the kiss to a new level, seeming to attack her mouth with an intensity she’d not known before. Mandy didn’t complain. She let the man lift her and walk with her until she was pressed against the wall and he was settled against her, his clothed erection digging at her lower abdomen. 18

The distinct sound of Tru’s tiny laughter threatened to end the moment. Mandy refused to give in, wanting more from the mystery man.19

“Here,” Tru said, her hand pressing past Mandy. “Take her in here. You’ll have privacy.”20

The man broke the kiss long enough to mutter something close to a thank you before carrying Mandy through a doorway and into a darkened room. He pushed the door closed with his foot and reclaimed her mouth.21

She pushed on him long enough to temporarily break their kiss. Mandy couldn’t wait, she had to see the face behind the mask. Lifting it, she drew in a deep sobering breath. 22

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“Armando?”24

“Yes,” he whispered as he picked up where they had left off. 25

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Michelle tried to move past Dimitri but he didn’t budge. A quick roll of her eyes and a snort didn’t seem to help so she went with kicking his shin. He yelped and she smiled. 27

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“Excuse me.”29

“What the hell was that for?” he asked, his grayish blue eyes locked on her. The corner of his mouth lifted slightly as if he were trying to hide a smile. “Aren’t you a violent one?”30

“You have no idea. Now, move.”31

He did but it wasn’t in the direction she wanted. Dimitri stepped towards her, filling the gap between them and making her breath catch. Michelle swallowed hard and silently willed her cheeks not to flame red. They ignored her.32

Dimitri ran the back of his hand over her bare arm. “Are you hot? How about we steep outside? We could… umm… cool off.”33

Her mind said no but the nodding of her head said otherwise. Before Michelle knew it, her hand was planted firmly within Dimitri’s as he led her through the crowd of people and out Tru’s back door. She drew in a deep breath of crisp night air and did her best not to focus on Dimitri as he licked her lower lip.34

A sly smile spread over his face. “Did you just moan?”35

Her eyes widened. “No!”36

He chuckled. “Yes, you did.”37

“Did not!” 38

“Did, too,” he said, pulling her closer to him. “It was cute. Do it again.”39

“I don’t do cute and I didn’t moan.”40

Dimitri gave another yank and Michelle bumped into his massive chest. “Baby, I beg to differ. You most certainly do cute and I’m positive that I not only have made you moan, but I can get you to do again, too.”41

“Why you—”42

His lips pressed to hers, cutting off her protest. Michelle stood rooted in place as Dimitri slipped his warm tongue into her mouth. The second his hands moved over her ribs, she heard someone moan. It took a moment for her to realize that someone was her. She would have been humiliated if Dimitri wouldn’t have picked that minute to growl as he took control of her mouth—of her. 43


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Garmor spotted Tru in the back corner, holding a tray of cookies and headed straight for her. “Where are they?”45

“Where is who?” she asked, her voice as delicate as she appeared to be. 46

He didn’t bother to hide his scowl. “Mandy and Michelle. Where are they?”47

Lifting the tray, she peeked under it before tipping her head and looking behind Garmor. “Hmm, they aren’t right here so I don’t know. Why?”48

“You know why.”49

Grinning, she tried to hand him a cookie. “Hungry?”50

“Do not think to tamper with the decision we made. The slate is clean. Keep it that way.”
“So you’re saying no to the cookie?” Tru wagged her well-defined brows. 51

Pavel moved up behind him and reached towards the tray. “Tru, those look delicious. Did you make them yourself?”52

Shocked, Garmor smacked Pavel’s hand away and glared at him. “Do not make me wish fleas upon you.”53

Tru grinned. “Oh, that’s not very nice. It took Pavel weeks to get rid of the last infestation you wish upon him.”54

“Woman, you are on my last nerve,” Garmor said, his teeth clenched and his patience all but gone. 55

“Aww, thank you.” She wrinkled her nose and wiggled it slightly. “You are just about the sweetest elder I know.”56

“I’m going to kill her,” Garmor said, casting Pavel a sideways glance.57

He laughed. “Very well but you should know that if an elder kills another power, they themselves die.”58

The news wasn’t earth shattering. He knew the rules. Still, the idea of wringing Tru’s dainty neck sounded oh so sweet. As he went to comment he heard something growling. It was Pavel’s gasp that alerted him as to who was making the noise. “Dimitri?”59

Pavel nodded. “Yes. He’s preparing to lay claim to someone.”60

No. Not someone. Michelle.61

Garmor pushed the other elder in the direction the growl had come from. “We need to stop them. Now!”62

Tru giggled a second before she threw her tray of cookies at his feet, tripping him in the process. He hit the floor with a thud and had to fight to keep hold of his power. Killing Tru would leave him dead as well. For some reason, that option was looking better by the minute. 63

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Chapter 39 Just a Little Prick77


Kissing Dmitri felt right, and sinfully wrong at the same time. Michelle moaned, knowing she was doing it and desperately wishing she wasn’t. The last thing she needed was the arrogant lycan knowing she wanted him, secretly fantasized about him. There was something so familiar to his touch, his kiss, his taste, like maybe from another life. His arrogance annoyed the hell out of her, but at the same time she was drawn to it, as if she could feel there was more beneath the tough guy image he put out.78

“Oh,” Michelle gasped, as he lifted her easily. She tried to form a coherent sentence now that her mouth was free from his drugging kisses, but nothing would come out. His hands gripped her ass, squeezing as he carried her toward the road. He didn’t seem to be looking where he was going as he kissed her neck. Soon her back was thrust against hard metal. He had her pressed into the back of a van.79

When he pulled back, his eyes swarmed with his supernatural passion and a little bit of blood trailed down his lip. Michelle reached instantly for her neck. He’d bit her.80

“It’s just a little prick,” he said, not giving her time to react. His lips crushed against hers as his hands were pulling at the indecent bodice of her vampire ball gown. So help her, as he forcefully grabbed her breast, she didn’t care if he was a lycan, or that he’d nicked her with the delightfully wicked fangs. 81

Dmitri’s hard cock pressed against her through his pants. Eagerly, she whispered, “Some little voice in the back of my head keeps yelling at me to stop, but I don’t want to.”82

“Then don’t. Only crazy people listen to the voices in their heads.”83

Michelle laughed. In truth, she thought she was a little crazy. She was pressed to the back of a van, making out with Dmitri, after all.84

Dmitri pulled up her skirt. “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the day I first saw you.”85

His hand found her panties and a finger pulled at the crotch, bumping along her folds. She jolted in pleasure, eagerly rubbing herself against the back of his hand. The wolf was in his eyes when he looked at her. His fangs were extended and he put off a very virile, powerful musk that made her horny as hell. It engulfed her senses. 86

Michelle reached for his pants, pulling at the waistband. “Ah!”87

It felt as if the tension of not only days, but years, centuries, were behind her plea. No force of nature could stop it now.88

He pulled at her crotch and her underwear ripped apart seconds before his claw caught on her thigh. She yelped in surprise, but in truth, it didn’t hurt. 89

“Sorry, love,” he said.90

“Just a scratch,” she assured him, finally freeing his enormous cock.91

Dmitri didn’t waste time. Michelle felt a strange tingling erupt all over her skin, melting away any inhibitions she might’ve had left. Her limbs started to shake violently and she tensed, waiting for that perfect moment of penetration when he’d shove his cock so deep into her she’d be impaled upon him. 92

He lifted both of her legs, holding her open. With precise aim, he pushed forward. As his cock touched her sex, time slowed, and yet it all happened in an instant. Michelle growled, throwing back her head. His cock inched into her and she jerked her mouth forward, her lips parted wide. He seated himself to the hilt and she bit his neck. 93

Michelle felt her teeth sliding easily into his flesh, too easily. Dmitri howled, his hips pumping into her. Blood, enflamed by a vivid passion she could taste, filled her mouth. She drank greedily from him as he fucked her, not knowing why, or how, and frankly not caring.94

The climax built, but she didn’t let go. Dmitri’s thrusts weakened slightly, but he kept going, kept pounding like a wolf possessed.95

“Michelle, no! I command you to stop!” a man ordered.96

Michelle ignored the command.97

“Don’t let him come inside her!” another male voice yelled.98

It was too late. She screamed, breaking her hold on Dmitri’s neck as she came hard. Dmitri howled again, jerking his seed deep inside her. 99

Dmitri’s eyes were round in surprise and Michelle only smiled. “Don’t worry, love, it’s just a little prick."100

As the final tremors subsided he dropped to his knees before her.101

Power swam throughout her limbs as she eyed the two men before her. They looked horrified.102

“What have you done?” one of them demanded.103

“It’s not possible,” said the other. “It wasn’t Dmitri who marked her, but she who… it isn’t possible. No.”104

“Get Conner,” the first man demanded. “Now!”105

As the second guy took off, the man waved his hand through the air. Dmitri’s body fell to the side and slid without being touched. 106

Michelle sensed the evil in him and roared. It was a sound unlike any she’d ever made. Then, she caught her reflection in a nearby car window. Her breast hung out from the deep V in her dress and blood ran down from her mouth, covering her chin and chest. That’s when she noticed her eyes were glowing a strange blue and she had fangs.107

She had fangs!108

Michelle’s body weakened and she fell to the ground.109


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Garmor glared at the half naked mortal on the ground. How dare Michelle come into her powers now? And with Dmitri, the dirty lycan scum? Conner was sent to fuck them out of her, not this fool. He wanted to kill them both, but felt Tru nearing. She’d be there soon and he wasn’t allowed to interfere.112

Lifting his hand, he shot power forth. “You won’t remember,” he whispered, directing it at Michelle. It was enough to make her forget marking Dmitri until he could figure a way to undo it, but not enough as to be sensed by the other gods.113

‘What?’ Tru asked, stopping to sniff the air. “What did you do, Garmor?”114

“I did nothing,” he growled. “As far as I’m concerned, this is all your fault.”115

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Mandy held tight to Armando as he carried her towards the bed. As his gaze slid over her, she found herself smiling—more from nerves than anything else. Something tugged at the back of her mind, urging her to stop while simultaneously commanding her to go on. 117

Nothing like having your inner thoughts disagree. 118

“You’re thinking too hard,” Armando said, his accent prevalent once more. “Do you wish to stop?”119

“No.” The word came out before she even had a moment to think upon it.120

Armando laid her out of the bed. The only light in the room was the moonlight coming through the two windows, flanking the queen sized bed. It was more than enough for Mandy to see the intensity of Armando’s weighted stare.121


Hungry. Possessive. Predatory. 122

She squirmed beneath him, adjusting her body so they were aligned perfectly. The feel of his clothed erection, pressed against her cleft made cream pool between her legs. She ground against him, causing his bulge to strike her clit just right. 123

“Mmm,” she moaned as pleasure swept through her. 124

Armando let out a manly chuckle. The sound reverberated through her body, caressing the places no one could reach. Mandy tipped her head back and savored the feel of their bodies rubbing against one another. Armando buried his face in her neck, covering it with kisses as he ran his hand down the length of her side, tickling her as he went. A tiny giggle erupted from her and she tried to roll away. Armando held her tight, pinning her to the bed with his steely body. He laughed softly as he nuzzled her neck, seeming obsessed with it. 125

Running her fingers through his long, silky black hair, Mandy took in his scent, wanting to commit it to memory. A quick pinch on her neck startled her enough that she gasped, releasing her hold on his hair. 126

Armando stilled and the feeling of having her neck sucked on came over her. She’d long since passed the days when she allowed boys to suck on her neck but for some reason, the man doing it now made it feel divine. Mandy’s head began to swim with images of she and Armando tangled beneath gray silk sheets, sweaty from having explored and taken pleasure in every inch of their bodies. It felt so real yet was impossible. She'd never lain with him before tonight. 127

He inched her dress up, bunching it until his hand reached her upper thigh. He moved slightly, before sliding his hand between her legs. Another chuckle escaped him as he raised his head and cupped her mound. “No panties?”128

Kissing his jaw line, Mandy let out a soft laugh. “No panties.”129

He took hold of his belt and within a matter of seconds had it along with his slacks undone. The feel of his cool, turgid shaft touching her inner thigh left Mandy biting her lower lip with anticipation.130

Armando growled. “You deserve more than this.” He looked disgusted with himself. "Come, I will take you to my home. Having you in a back bedroom...a quickie, is not what I want." 131

“I don’t care, Tru!” a deep familiar voice shouted from the other side of the door, breaking her focus on Armando. 132

Muir?133


Gasping, Mandy shook her head. It couldn’t be. He was out of town and not due back for several more days. 134

Mandy heard the faint sound of Tru’s delicate voice. “She’s tired. Let her rest.”135

“Bullshit! She’s in there with someone. I know. I can feel it.”136

Armando captured her lips with his own. As his tongue darted in, the head of his cock pressed to her wet entrance. He nicked her lip once more. Coopery tasting blood filled her mouth, Armando’s tongue inched around, collecting it all as held his spot—poised to enter fully. 137

He thrust in, ramming himself to the hilt. Mandy cried out in his mouth, doing her best to accommodate his size. Pleasure assailed her as he pumped the length of his shaft in and out of her. Vaguely, she heard pounding on the door. Then she felt it, someone tugging on something deep with in her. 138

Magik. 139

Muir. 140

It was her turn to stiffen. Armando lifted her right leg, ramming into her deeper as her mind raced. Muir was here? Outside the door with Tru? Mandy tried to focus long enough to stop what was going on, but having Armando buried in her felt too good—too right. She gave into it, letting the pleasure consume her. 141

Armando went at her neck quickly. Pain shot through it but was quickly washed away by the feel of him sliding in and out of her, bringing her closer to culmination. Mandy clutched his upper arms, holding on, needing an anchor for the incredible amount of pressure building within her body. 142

As her orgasm struck, her body clenched, holding tight to Armando. He drew away from her neck and stared down at her with swirling black eyes and bloodstained lips. Fear swept through her, almost masking the orgasm still holding her to its whim. Armando locked tight in her, filling her with his seed. Swirls of red joined the black, alerting Mandy to the fact he was anything but human. 143

My neck. 144

“You’re a vampire?” 145

Armando’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as a spasm tore through his body, causing additional seed to fill her. Her mind said scream. Her body disobeyed. 146

He blinked and when he stared down at her, his eyes were back to normal but he looked confused. He shook his head and drew in a sharp breath. “What have they done to us, Mandy? How could they make me forget you, Kitten?” 147

“F-forget me?” she asked, still shaken by the fact he wasn’t human. 148

“You do not remember?” he asked, sounding pained. 149

She arched a brow and pushed on his chest no longer wanting to try to follow along. No. Now she just wanted to get away. “I should get back out to the party. People will notice I’m gone.”150

He didn’t move. “Mandy? Tell me you remember. Tell me that when we joined, the memories of our time together came to you as well as I.”151

The thoughts of being wrapped in gray sheets came back to her but she quickly dismissed it. “No. Get off me, please.”152

He withdrew and Mandy used that opportunity to yanked on her dress, pulling it down enough to cover herself. 153

“You truly do not remember me? Us?” 154

The door to the room burst open, filling quickly with a foreboding figure. “Get away from her!” Muir shouted, his voice a welcome addition. 155

Mandy put tried again to push Armando off her but he didn’t move. Instead, he cocked his head to the side and narrowed his gaze on Muir. “You. You are responsible for this. You are the reason my wife…err…the woman destined to be my wife does not remember me.”156

His wife? Oh, gods, he’s crazy and a vampire. 157

As her gaze went from Armando to Muir, her chest tightened. It was clear to see the men would fight. For some insane reason, she didn’t want either to be hurt, regardless how crazy or dead Armando happened to be. 158

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