Chapter 39

by Michelle M Pillow & Mandy M Roth

Just a Little Prick

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.

“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.

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.

“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.

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.”

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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.

“Sorry, love,” he said.

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

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.

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.

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.

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

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

Michelle ignored the command.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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.

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.

She had fangs!

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

~*****~

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.

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.

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

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

~*****~

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.

Nothing like having your inner thoughts disagree.

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

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

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.

 Hungry. Possessive. Predatory.

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.

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

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.

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.

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.

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?”

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

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.

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."

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

Muir?

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

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

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

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.

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.

Magik.

Muir.

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.

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.

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.

My neck.

“You’re a vampire?”

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.

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?”

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

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

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.”

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.”

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

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

“You truly do not remember me? Us?”

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

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.”

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

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.