Content advisory: m/f sex, oral sex
This story features characters from the Judgment series.
Mikhail shoved his way into The Viper’s Den and headed for a table at the back of the club. He wasn’t looking for tail. Not tonight. He wanted to get falling down drunk. Maybe he would but probably not. It wouldn’t pay to give in to such ridiculous desires. Losing control could prove fatal.
He had more enemies than the government bastards who hunted him tirelessly. At thirty-three, he had a group of Resistance fighters second to none, a long track record of successfully damaging government facilities and killing the slimy officers who made life so unbearable for his people, and a $100,000.00 bounty on his head.
He was worth a lot of money to the humans who were bent on eliminating his species. A lot of money. So maybe tail was better than letting one Jack and Coke too many get the better of him. Too many people depended on him. Getting killed wasn’t on his to-do list.
He placed his order with a nice looking waitress who gave him the eye and a sultry smile that promised more than service as his waitress if he was interested. He wasn’t. She was new. The others had stopped hitting on him months ago. Screwing the employees of his favorite hangout didn’t sound like a good idea. So he didn’t. Ever.
She brought his drink and strutted across the floor to another table, hips swaying nicely under her short skirt.
He turned his attention to the dance floor where couples gyrated and rubbed against each other obscenely. A low rail ran around the dance floor, keeping it caged in from the rest of the club. His gaze fastened on a woman leaning on the iron barrier. She had the most amazing hair he’d ever seen, human or vampire. It hung to her ass in a thick curtain of wheat-colored waves. Her shapely rump was covered in a short leather skirt and she wore some kind of black leather top. She balanced on four inch shiny black heels.
Was the rest of her as fine as the view from the back? Human or not, his curiosity was piqued and he had to find out. He grabbed his drink and left the table, pushing through the crowd of sweating, over perfumed customers until he reached her side.
“Are you here alone,” he asked.
She turned her head and his breath caught. She was stunning. For a fleeting moment, he wondered what it would be like to claim her as his woman. He couldn’t of course. Had she been a half-breed, assuming they hit it off, he could have her. But he would never take a human woman for a mate. It opened the door for tragedy and pain and nothing else.
That didn’t mean he wouldn’t take a human woman to his bed. He frequently did. But something about this one was special.
She blessed him with a radiant smile. “I was until you come along.”
Definitely his kind of human. “Can I buy you a drink?”
“I’d like that.” She cocked her head and looked at his mouth. “Let’s find a place to sit out of the way.”
He led her to a far corner and signaled the waitress. She flounced over and gave his companion a sullen look. They placed their order and waited for Ms. Hostility to leave them alone. When she stalked off, his companion said, “I’m Maggie Hayson.”
“Mikhail,” he said.
“You don’t have a last name, do you?”
He cocked an eyebrow.
“I knew you were a vampire the moment you spoke to me.”
“How?” Being obvious wasn’t a good thing.
Watch that pretty smile of yours. It shows the tips of your fangs.
Shit. He knew better than to flash the hardware and normally he had it well under control. But she had enthralled him and he’d fucked up. “Does that bother you?” He was sure he knew the answer but she needed to spell it out.
“Not in the least. I’ve had vampire boyfriends before.”
That was a good thing. She would know what to expect with him. “I’m not looking for a girlfriend, babe. I’m only looking for some company tonight.” He never intentionally hurt a female, vampire or human. He would not mislead her.
She reached over the table and stroked his cheek. “I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m looking for someone to share the evening with and nothing more. Why don’t we go back to my place, have a drink, maybe a little music – and see what develops?”
He knew what would develop as well as she did. His cock was already in agreement as it pushed at his jeans.
“Lead the way,” he said and pushed his chair back.
The drive to her apartment had taken less than fifteen minutes. She led him down into a basement apartment which immediately gave him a false sense of security. He’d bet money she had shared the place with a vampire at one time. Heavy drapes hung over dark blinds, and the locks on the door had been replaced with ones that would actually hold. Those were the kinds of alterations a vamp would insist on.
“Make yourself at home,” she said.
He planted himself on her sofa and stretched out his legs.
“Can I make you a drink?” she asked.
“Sure, something strong.”
“You’ve got it. Be right back.” She vanished into the kitchen area. “You like music? I mean, good music,” she amended.
“Yeah, I do.” He gazed about her place. It was quite tasteful. The furniture was sturdy and expensive. The art on the walls was classy and sculptures of couples in romantic poses were scattered about the room.
She brought him a glass. “Rum and Coke.”
“Excellent.” He took a drink. Made perfectly. She had potential for more than one encounter.
She selected a CD and the room filled with symphony music at a low level.
“Nice,” he said and patted the cushion beside him. “I like your place.”
“Thanks. I keep a basement apartment because I know you guys like them, and I like vampires more than my own kind.”
He laughed. “Why is that?”
“What’s not to like? She put her hand on his bicep and squeezed gently. “You have superior strength. Good looks are common. Most of you treat women very well, and every vamp I’ve been with had really big. . .equipment, knew how to use it, and had incredible staying power. Unlike human men.” She scrunched up her nose in distaste.
He laughed again. “Know what I like?” Without waiting for her reply, he said, “I like a woman who knows exactly what she wants and goes after it.” He finished his drink. “So let’s not waste time.” He slipped his arm around her and drew her to him.
She tilted her face up and her eyelids shut. She was lovely and warm in his arms, just what he needed. He pressed his mouth to hers in a gentle kiss. Her clean, natural scent, enhanced with some exotic perfume tickled his senses. Without breaking the lock they had on each other, he grasped her waist and lifted her onto his lap where she straddled him.
Her arms went around his neck and burrowed under his hair. She moved up against him until she was in direct contact with his cock which was rock-hard and straining to get past the barrier of his jeans.
His hands skimmed down over her hips and grabbed onto her firm ass bringing her forward, tighter against him. A little moan floated out of her and she lifted slightly, rubbing against his erection. He groaned against her lips.
Without warning, she curled her fingers in his hair and pulled, not too hard, but hard enough to make him growl. She kissed him harder, pressing up against him, obviously excited by the slight sign of aggression. “That’s it, baby. I love it when a male asserts himself.
She liked it? He wasn’t into hurting females and he wasn’t going to start with her, but he could play along to a degree. “You like rough sex?”
“Some. I like to play hard but I don’t want to be hurt.”
Good. He didn’t want to think she enjoyed that kind of shit. Sex shouldn’t hurt. Ever.
Her hand slipped between them and traveled down to his jeans where she deftly maneuvered under the waistband and onward until her fingers found him. They curled around his cock and squeezed.
He groaned and rocked his hips forward.
“Like that?” She squeezed again.
“What do you think?” he asked and captured her lips once more. Her breasts were shoved against him and he itched to get his hands on them. Giving into the urge, he began working the fastenings of her leather top loose. A moment later, he shoved it off her shoulders. Gloriously bare under the leather, her breasts sprang free and he latched onto one of them, drawing the taut nipple into his mouth.
He laved his tongue over the little bud in quick motions that drew a sharp gasp from her. He didn’t nip but he dragged a fang over the nipple then swept his tongue over the bud.
“Oh, God,” she moaned and grabbed his back. Her nails dug into him and his cock jerked in a surprised response. He grabbed onto her other breast and lightly pinched the nipple.
“Ah,” she cried and humped against his crotch.
Her perfume intensified with her body heat. The scent was strong and heady. He wanted to drown in it.
Her hand dove back into his pants and wrapped around him again. Somehow, she managed to stroke him under the tight denim. He groaned against her breast and then he did nip.
She retaliated by grabbing his sack and squeezing.
For a second he saw stars before she let go.
He growled a warning. He didn’t mind playing but he wasn’t interested in having his nuts crushed. Her hand retreated to his cock and took up the stroke again. He let her work him while his mouth sought hers again. She tasted of rum and cola and something sweet.
He held the weight of her breast and caressed the silky soft skin. She was so warm and soft. He wanted to caress her in long sweeping motions and revel in the feel of her. The female body was a wonder and a work of art. While the male body was built for battle and procreation, the female was an art form to be treasured. Soft, warm, and inviting, he wanted to wrap himself in her.
After a few pleasant moments, she withdrew her hand and backed off. “Let’s take this into the bedroom.” She extricated herself from him and stood. She offered him her hand. He took it and let her lead him into her bedroom which was just as tasteful as the living room. Decorated in lavender and gold with more pieces of art scattered about, it suited her.
She dropped his hand and slowly worked the buttons on his shirt loose. When she unfastened the last one, he shrugged the shirt off and let it drop to the floor. Next was the button and zipper on his jeans. He was commando beneath. She shoved his jeans down over his hips and his cock sprang free, jutting upward. He kicked off his shoes. The jeans followed. He stood before her, proud of his body.
“Em, nice. You’re big all right.”
He hoped she was nice and small.
“All that matters is that I know what to do with it,” he said and grinned.
“True, but size does matter. Regardless of what human males try to convince us of.”
He laughed and grabbed her by the waistline of her skirt. “Get this damn thing off.” He shoved it downward and gravity took over. She kicked off a pair of outrageously high heels.
She turned down the covers on the bed, giving him a nice shot of her shapely ass in the process. He came up behind her and rested one hand on her side, while the other hand went straight between her legs. His fingers stroked over hot, moist flesh. She stiffened and then moaned.
He traced over her delicate folds until he found the little bud hidden within them. He pressed and Maggie gasped. He worked his finger in a circular motion, alternating the amount of pressure until she panted and pushed against his finger.
He stopped working the little bundle of nerves and stroked through her moisture until he came to her opening. He thrust a digit inside her heat. Her cannel gripped at his finger and his cock jerked. She moaned and worked herself on his finger until her hips rocked steadily. He let her pleasure herself until she was close to orgasm and he pulled from her. She groaned with disappointment.
“No,” he said. “You aren’t getting off on my hand. I want to be inside you when you come.”
She whimpered.
“On the bed,” he demanded, getting into the game and enjoying it.
She scrambled onto the mattress and drew one leg up into a pretty pose.
He climbed onto the bed with her and positioned himself between her long legs. He made eye contact. Her eyes were the most amazing hazel he’d ever seen. Deep green with gold. She drew up her other leg and spread them, giving him room.
Bending over her, his hair fell onto her thighs and into her damp folds.
She giggled and brushed the strands of hair away. “You have beautiful hair.”
“Thanks. So do you.” A male vampire with short hair was more an oddity than the norm. They had never embraced whacking off their hair the way humans did. Before she could say anything else, he dipped his head and licked from her nub to her center in one stroke, tasting her with delight. He speared her with his tongue and she gasped. She twined her fingers in his hair and thrust her hips upward.
Taking the cue, he circled her nub then stroked over it before traveling back to her entrance and dipping in for more of her flavor. He kept up the tongue torment until she writhed and moaned, needing release. He stopped just short of giving her what she wanted.
“Mikhail.” His name came out on a sob of need. She pulled his hair again, tugging upward.
He knew what she wanted and he was ready to deliver. He moved up over her, caging her in with his bigger frame. She caught him in her hand and pressed the head of his cock to her opening. Supporting himself on his elbows, he pushed into her warmth.
Her hips rocked upward, pushing him deeper into her. A pleased groan came out of her. He moved slowly, thrusting into her with a practiced rhythm. Her hands were warm on his back. Her fingers clamped onto him, the nails digging in. He growled and pumped harder.
A string of moans floated from her as he slid in her wet heat. Grunting, he pumped harder, driving into her hard and fast. Her hips rocked, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Maggie,” he cried and drilled her harder.
She let out a long moan and bucked under him.
She was going to come soon, he could tell. He doubled his efforts to bring her to climax. Her moans became almost constant and her sweat-slicked body undulated under him.
She stiffened and cried out. Her muscles pulled at his cock, gripping him within her. Grunting, Mikhail drove for his own release. With her quacking under him, he pumped harder, faster, until he felt the tingle at the base of his spine, the signal that he was going to explode. The orgasm roared through him, firing his blood and bringing him to his peak. He spurted into her in strong jets, filling her with his seed. Finally he stilled then pulled from her. He rolled to her side and tucked her against his sweaty body.
She sighed with pleasure as he stroked her hair back from her face.
He would be seeing her again. Once wouldn’t be enough with a woman like her, maybe not a dozen times. Human or not, Maggie was special, she was a lady of quality and worth, and Mikhail was honored to be a part of her life.
~ Nickie Asher ~
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Copyright © 2012 Nickie Asher
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