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  Thirsty

  J. Hali Steele

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  Copyright ©2011 J. Hali Steele

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  Thirsty

  J. Hali Steele

  To quench her thirst, she’ll have to dance with the devil…

  Monique has finally found a place where she can live out her fantasies. Little does she know the den of iniquity she’s walked into is inhabited by every monster in the world. Nolan, a vampire who works as a Slayer, wants to give the human woman her every wish. But first, Satan’s son has to be reckoned with.

  The one thing both agreed on is that Moni should have what she wants -- enough sex to quench her thirst.

  Thirsty

  “Must be a cold day in hell. You haven’t come here alone in ages. Losing your touch or what?”

  Since Nolan had been asked to keep an eye on the club, and on the devilishly handsome man behind the bar, he almost never visited without someone to make his evening more exciting. Giving Omen’s owner, Peris, a long, appraising look, Nolan’s cock twitched in regret. He’d been too busy lately.

  “You asking to be touched? ‘Cause I can do that, and make you like it.” Nolan sat on his normal stool at the end of the long, shiny wooden bar, and eyed too many empty tables. “Where is everyone?”

  “Resting up from their wicked weekend. And you wouldn’t know what to do with that cold dick up this hot ass.”

  The sound of the swinging door distracted them both.

  God damn, the woman was striking. Tall, curvaceous, with dark brown hair to her ass. An ass that cried out to be fucked. Christ. Nolan’s cock came alive. So did every other part of his body, which took a lot of doing, considering he’d been dead too many years to count.

  Peris chuckled from the other side of the counter, giving his balls a noticeable squeeze. “Looks like a live one to me. I might make a play for her myself.”

  “Not unless you’re looking forward to visiting relatives.” Peris had connections to the hierarchy below, but with the dark one’s permission, Nolan would send the young man to Hell in a heartbeat.

  Nolan had been called lots of things -- dead, undead, bloodsucker, motherfucker -- and he lived up to every one of them. He was a Slayer, and he was the best. “Get the lady a beer. Let’s see what she does with it.”

  Watching the woman make her way to the bar, he took a deep breath. Human. Omen’s wasn’t a place humans popped into often, and for good reason. The cloying feeling of imminent danger was prevalent, a vibe even the shallowest human sensed the minute they entered the establishment.

  This one ignored it, so she must be looking for something. Or someone. The blood pulsing through her gorgeous body would soon be running through his veins. Wouldn’t kill her. Vamps didn’t do that anymore. Okay, some did, but they were the ones he took out of play, and he enjoyed every minute of it.

  She slid onto a stool at the opposite end of the bar, and it felt like she’d plopped into his lap. Cum slipped from the slit on his dick, which jerked violently inside his designer slacks. He reached up to loosen a button or two at the collar of the stark white silk shirt he wore. Getting into her panties, if she wore any, was going to be pure joy. After fucking her senseless, he’d taste her -- just a little bit if she was worth another ride. If not, he’d have a full meal before sending her home.

  Peris delivered a cold brew and a glass and turned away, pretending to straighten the bottles of liquor on display. Nolan, adjusting his heightened vision, gazed right into her eyes when she looked his way. One hazel, one brown -- not something he saw often. Tipping the bottle toward him, she smiled and nodded before putting it to her lips. No glass! Excellent. A cock sucker, and he’d bet every year he had lived she was a good one. When her pink tongue darted through painted red lips, wrapped around the top of the bottle and licked it clean, he made his move.

  Easing into her mind, he sifted through all the day’s clutter. Such tiny panties. With a groan that lodged in his throat, he backed out, sniffing at the air. Sweet. What he’d unearthed in her mind made his dead heart beat like a drum. Fantasies should be played out, and he intended to help with hers.

  * * *

  Took a while to find the damn place, tucked away in a bleak alley. One of her girlfriends had even warned her against the spot, but Iris wouldn’t tell her anything specific. It bothered Moni that Iris didn’t go out much anymore except with a crowd, and when pushed for information, she claimed not to remember anything.

  A quick glance on her way to the bar confirmed her decision to wear very little jewelry and a short, snug fitting black dress was the correct one. The few patrons she could see were all dressed sedately in slacks and dress shirts. Darkly lit, perhaps colder than normal, but definitely not flashy, Omen’s looked like any neighborhood bar.

  Despite the place’s deceptively normal appearance, Moni knew she’d come to the right club. Tonight was the night she’d live out her fantasy of being with a stranger, maybe two. Pure sex, raw and hard, nothing else. The tall, gaunt, and very handsome man with the ponytail sitting at the end of the bar was a perfect candidate. She’d love to screw his freaking brains out, then sneak away in the morning, leaving his cock dry.

  The place was dark. Perhaps it was the minimal lighting that made his eyes flash red. Their true color was impossible to make out even though she did see black as night hair and long, pale fingers taping the bar. Getting all worked up over the possibilities, her pussy became very wet.

  Finishing her drink and licking her lips seductively, Moni stood and walked to the end of the bar. Reaching to shake his hand, she introduced herself. “Monique. Call me Moni.” Nice. The iciest blue eyes she’d ever seen. “Thanks for the beer. I was… very thirsty.”

  “I’m Nolan. Would you like another?”

  “Yes, please.” Full lips that looked soft and kissable curved into a sexy smile. All she could think about was him eating her pussy, licking and sucking on her clit before he fucked her. She’d packed plenty of condoms in her purse, hoping to use every one.

  “Let’s go to my booth.”

  Moving to the
dimly lit table he’d indicated as his, she slipped across the wide, butter soft leather and waited. His head bent toward the bartender, and after a short exchange, Nolan joined her. Lord, he was much taller than she’d expected, an easy six foot five. Nolan didn’t walk her to the table, he prowled, his eyes devouring her with each step. Sliding in beside her, he lifted her hand to his mouth, sucked gently on her fingers. A thrill raced down her spine and slammed right between her legs. Cream pushed out in little spurts as she came. What the fuck was that?

  “Let’s talk about this great thirst of yours, Monique.”

  “Mo… Moni, please,” she stammered, unable to catch her breath. His voice, along with those glacier blue eyes, mesmerized and taunted her at the same time.

  “Moni,” he whispered, cool lips brushing her ear, “You won’t need those condoms, because I’m going to fuck you as raw and hard as you like.”

  She sucked in a lungful of air. Eerie and sinister had just dropped in.

  * * *

  Dichromatic eyes flashed wide open with fear. Nothing he couldn’t handle. Mind control was Nolan’s favorite power, but he left her delicious and fantastic thoughts intact. He only helped her fear retreat.

  A perfect chin jutted bravely in the air, followed by an apprehensive smile. “Let’s not waste a single minute.”

  Worked every damn time.

  Slender fingers reached to unravel the silver belt buckle at his waist. Since he was stiff and ready, he mentally pulled the zipper down himself. “I want my dick so deep in your cunt you taste me in your mouth.”

  “There’s a little matter I need to attend to.” Slipping from the leather seat, Moni landed on her knees between his legs, her hands clutched at his thighs.

  Unless he allowed the others to see more, anyone glancing their way would see him sitting alone with a devilish grin. Shit, he was grinning from ear to ear when he pushed the table out a little, giving her room to maneuver.

  “Not such a small matter, hmm?” Her tongue touched the broad crown of his dick, teasing another sticky drop of cum from the slit. “Taste what you’ll have a mouthful of very soon.” Grabbing a hank of her hair at the nape, Nolan worked himself in and out, building his tempo, letting her get used to the size of his cock before he touched the back of her throat. “Mmm.” The rumble in his chest burst from his lips in the form a deep moan. “Darling, I knew you’d be a good cock sucker.”

  His hips lifted up and down on the leather seat and her lips, tongue, Christ, everything in her mouth caressed and teased him. Her teeth nibbled at the head of his cock each time she sucked up his length, and going down, Moni took so much that when she swallowed, her throat muscles tightened around the inch buried there. Fuck, this woman was good.

  Releasing her hair, Nolan used both hands to ease the thin straps of her dress over her shoulders. Grasping two hands full of breasts and nipples, he pinched and tugged them until she hummed around his cock. Jutting his hips up and down, he allowed her to control how much she took with her hot, wet tongue. She used it like a tool. Nudges at the slit, laps around the sensitive ridge of skin surrounding the head of his dick, the human between his thighs mouth-fucked him as if there was no tomorrow. A beautiful beginning to a long night.

  “Suck it, darling, pull the cum from my balls.”

  Coming up for air, her lust-filled eyes peered at him through dark lashes. “I’m thirsty.” Moni’s pink tongue darted out, captured a glistening bead that almost slipped over the bruised knob of his cock.

  “Let’s see what I can do about that.” Nolan fucked her mouth hard. In and out, shoving every inch back and forth. Lips, tongue, and teeth, none missed a chance to grab at some part of his dick, coaxing steady drops of fluid into her mouth. Hell, he could let her have it and be rock solid again in minutes. “Open wide, take every drop.”

  Nolan eased a few inches of cock from her mouth, and with the utmost control, he let loose a slow, steady stream of cum. “Shit, yes!” He allowed a few more spurts to make way down her throat. “Darling, where did you learn such wonderful tricks with that pretty mouth?” Using his thumb, he swiped across shiny lips and down her chin, taking the runaway drops to his mouth.

  “You like tasting your cum?” Her lips were no longer painted red when she licked the last of him from her mouth, but they remained swollen and sexy as hell.

  “I like cum. Mine, yours, and anyone else’s.” After tweaking her nipples roughly, he pulled up her straps. “Come up here and sit where I can play in that delicious smelling pussy.”

  * * *

  Moni hesitated before she sat beside him. She attempted to squelch the trepidation that had hair standing up on the back of her neck. This was Nolan’s turf. He had all the power and could do anything he wanted to her. Though so far, she’d done it to him. Sucking cock was her favorite thing to do, and she wasn’t done with his by a long shot.

  A smile tugged the corners of her mouth. She thought of how good he tasted, how well and deep he’d rammed his dick in her mouth, something most of the men she’d been with would never do. This was why she’d come to Omen’s. To carry out her fantasy of being well and truly fucked by real men.

  Another glance around the room quickly changed everything. Red, green, even orange eyes glowed from every dark corner. Holy shit! What had she walked into? She hadn’t been afraid to come out on her own because any room full of normal men she could handle, but this?

  Nolan’s voice sounded a long way off. “Monique, you’ve entered the true den of iniquity. We’re all unearthly, otherworldly -- whatever else humans call us monsters nowadays.” His eyes turned various shades of blazing red while he spoke.

  The stories were true. “Umm… I should go.” Would he, would they, let her?

  “Every eye trained on you will protect you now until the day you die.”

  Her body trembled. “Why?”

  “Because I said so.”

  Lord, help me.

  An overwhelming feeling of safety washed through her mind, cleansing the fear that had threatened to blossom out of control. Two pointed teeth gleamed in a quizzical smile. “I won’t deny he exists, but it’s me, a vampire, who will take care of you here.” He tilted his head toward the room. “As will those loyal to me.”

  The bartender picked that moment to arrive at the table with two beers.

  Taking a deep breath, she asked Nolan, “Did you read in my mind that I drink beer?”

  Both men laughed heartily. The answer came from the bartender. “It’s a game we play. I’m Peris, and I own the club.”

  “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.” Her mouth formed an O. “Shit, you can read my mind too?”

  “Babe, we all knew what you wanted, and any one of us would have gladly given it to you the way you played that beer bottle with your tongue.”

  It dawned on her what the game was. “You wanted to watch what I’d do with the bottle in my mouth.”

  “Hell, yeah! Definitely gave me ideas of other things that bottle, and that tongue, could be used for.”

  Not quite as tall, but more muscular than Nolan, the younger man’s eyes were whiskey brown with a hint of fire dancing in their depths. Dark, dark hair laced with a reddish hue curled at his neck. A bright, sexy, and genuine smile showed even white teeth. It was the devilish twinkle in his eyes that sucked her right in. Continuing to laugh, Peris brushed warm fingers across her shoulders. Moni shuddered beneath their touch.

  Not afraid…

  Wait a minute. “Who’s controlling me now?”

  Nolan chuckled and reached for her hand. Pulling it to his lips, he planted a moist kiss in the palm. “I only took your fear away. Your thoughts, fantasies, and ideas, which, by the way, I love, are yours. You can leave any time, and you’d be safer than when you walked through the door.” A wide grin spread across his face. “Plus, I don’t think controlling you would be an easy thing to do, and I’m the best there is at doing just that.”

  Unable to do otherwise, Moni relaxed. She felt da
mn good, in fact. Two of the hottest men she’d ever seen in her life, and both were touching her. Fantasies didn’t get any better.

  “Ah, but they do. I haven’t tasted you or fucked that sweet pussy yet.” Nolan’s eyes, blue again, bore into her. “Every one of your fantasies will come true tonight.”

  The hand on her shoulder scorched her skin. “Ouch!”

  Nolan’s look shot fire at the man beside her. “Peris, you forget yourself?”

  “Not at all. Omen’s is mine. I only let you play here.”

  “Son of a bitch! You want her?”

  Turning to Peris, Moni’s breath left her body in a whoosh. “What the… “

  Nolan’s eerily soft laughter filled the club. “Meet the son of Satan.”

  Hells bells, she was truly fucked now.

  “No, baby, your fantasy just got immensely better. The youngster here,” Nolan pointed at Peris, “is renowned for eating pussy. You should see him tongue a bottle.” Still holding Moni’s hand, Nolan took it back to his mouth, sucked and twisted his tongue around each finger. Reaching between her legs with his other hand, he eased her dress up. “The pretty little panties have to go.” He tore away the thin piece of material hugging her wet nether lips. “Smell that, Peris. Smell the irresistible scent rising from her cunt.”

  * * *

  With a firm hold on the woman’s mind, Nolan kept her fear at bay. Shit, seeing the golden horns with lethal points leap from Peris’s head above each ear would unnerved the most fearsome creatures. Motherfucker was the spitting image of the devil, especially in his natural form. Twisting on the seat, Nolan had better access to Moni’s cunt. She whimpered uncontrollably as he delved two fingers in and out of her canal. Peris, both hands now braced on the table, licked his lips raw with his thick, rough, purple tongue.

  “Don’t waste that action, man, lick her pussy.” Gazing at Moni, he asked, “Don’t you want the prince of darkness between your legs? Look at his fat tongue, envision it stabbing deep in this sweet pussy.” His fingers jammed even harder, further inside her.