Animal Attraction (2 page)

Patricia had been a long, lithe gal,
elegantly slender without veering into skinny territory. With her
body I draped lightly over the behemoth werepanther giving me a
small taste of animation. My breasts, lovely teacup mounds, mashed
against the concrete swells of Gerald’s heaving chest. The tops of
my thighs cradled within his hips.

My pussy throbbed to life, as it always did
when I attacked Gerald. Live blood made my entire being want to
celebrate every possible sensation of warmth ... especially that of
sex.

As I continued to suck hungrily at Gerald’s
throat, I tore at his fly. He helped, shoving his jeans down as
soon as he was able. His cock matched the rest of him: big and
swollen.

He was eager as always. Sometimes I thought
he didn’t put up much of a fight on purpose. Not because he knew
he’d lose, but because he
wanted
to lose. Gerald had
suffered an unrequited love for Patricia when she was still with
us. With no hope of winning her, he contented himself with being
her bodyguard and protector. The man definitely had a
knight-in-shining-armor complex when it came to his former
charge.

Having sex with me in Patricia’s body was the
closest he could come to being with his lost love. Plus sex with a
feeding vampire was supposed to be as good for the victim as it is
for the bloodsucker. At any rate, Gerald showed no hesitation when
I ripped open the slacks and panties I wore and plunged down on his
avid cock. His hips bucked upward, spearing deep into me.

My senses rioting, I came on the spot. My
pussy clenched hard around the thickness within, pulling as hard on
the flesh as my mouth did on Gerald’s throat. Now all was elation,
4th of July fireworks, and a New Year’s Eve celebration.

I rutted clumsily, trying to screw and feed
all at once, unable to get enough of either. Gerald heaved beneath
me. He flipped us over so that I lay on the hard ground with him on
top. None of that bothered me, not so long as my brief flirtation
of life was affirmed to the utmost.

I reveled in being between the concrete-like
field and the hard muscled man. When it comes to sex, I’m naturally
submissive. Patricia’s body is that of a predator, but when it
feasts it doesn’t mind being on the bottom. The real Brandilynn
gets her goodies.

Shifters were stronger than humans. Gerald
told me he had to be careful with the occasional lady brave enough
to chance deadly Zoo Flu in exchange for beastly sex. There were
people who had that kink. I guess the danger upped the excitement
for them. I loved sex too, but I didn’t think I’d put my life on
the line for it. My current body couldn’t catch Zoo Flu, thank
goodness.

Gerald didn’t have to hold back with me.
Vampires could take real punishment, and he delivered a rutting
that would have broken the pelvis of any human gal. Jackhammers had
nothing on a werepanther for a good pounding.

His groin thudded against mine, a deep,
steady thump-thump-thump. His cock was thick and long, hitting all
the good spots that made my toes curl. A staccato moan rose from my
throat between swallows of his precious blood.

My legs curled around his butt, pulling him
in as deep as he could go with every gorgeous thrust. I’d come with
the first invasion, but I primed fast for another. Thick, warm
blood brightened every cell of my body. I could feel him with the
very hairs on my head. Lust churned in a delicious roil deep in my
belly, seeping to fill me. I clawed at Gerald’s wide, muscled back.
Keening with pleasure and want, I arched to rub my clit against the
rough curls coating his pelvis.

Brighter and brighter, I lit within. My body
gathered itself, feeding on the ultimate pleasure of devouring life
and lust. Gerald’s gasps and low growls added to the delight. The
light that grew inside me grew more brilliant. Then came the
dazzling blast, an explosion as intense as it was silent and
unseen.

My mouth yawned wide, screaming with ecstasy.
My back bent the wrong way as a convulsion of elation shattered me.
My pussy seized on the interloper, coaxing it, demanding it be fed
my lover’s seed even as he’d fed my need for living blood.

The shriek that poured from Gerald’s throat
was all animal. Through lust-hazed eyes I saw glossy fur running
out of his face and arms. His nose extended to a muzzle. Long
whiskers erupted from his upper lip. He held onto his human form
otherwise, but there was no denying the beast teetered a mere
instant from appearing. He even smelled like animal, of trees and
dirt and fresh air.

And power. We both crackled with it, pretend
vampire and near-beast creatures, sizzling the atmosphere as we
drove against each other. We embodied lust and fury, two violent
beings striving for brutal release.

I exploded again. Filled with life, the
100-year-old body responded to pleasure’s call. It conceded to
lust’s demands as living blood ripped it from its undead
existence.

Vampires couldn’t take blood from a living
being without having sex or expending all that energy in some
violent form. As far as the sex was concerned it made sense. The
most ardent expression of life was the drive to create it. No,
Patricia’s body could not bear children ... no matter how it felt
for this too-short time, it was still dead. But that didn’t mean it
wouldn’t try its darnedest to grasp what it could.

Even when Gerald finished spilling and my
pussy’s seizures had ebbed to minor convulsions, we kept moving
against each other. Each of us tried to hold onto the glory, to sip
every last drop from it we could. Even the tiniest surge was an
affirmation for me. I loved feeling alive.

At last we were still, gasping in each
other’s ear. My heart beat and my lungs breathed for this brief
time when the blood filled me. How I missed being alive!
Bittersweet remembering hit, a counterpoint to the exalted flush of
vitality.

Gerald rose from me. He’d reverted back to
being more man than panther, the fur reduced to stubble on his
cheeks and chin. The muzzle had receded, though the triangular
shape of his nose was a constant. He gazed down at me with a
heartbreaking look of want.

It wasn’t Brandilynn Payson Gerald saw. He
stared at his long-lost Patricia, the woman he’d loved so dearly.
The woman who’d gone beyond the reach of the living, undead, and
dead.

I covered my face with my hands, partly
because I couldn’t stand to see such naked yearning on my friend’s
face. But mostly because I had let anger get the upper hand yet
again. I had fed on the living. Worst still, I had had sex with
Gerald.

“Dang it. When will this get easier?”

The werepanther pulled away from me.
Conscientious as ever, he tried to arrange my clothing to save my
dignity. Ha. My clothes could have doubled as confetti. I’d torn my
pants off with a vampire’s strength, and Gerald had shredded my
blouse. Werepanthers have claws.

His rich voice heavy with what I took to be
regret, he said, “It’s okay, Brandilynn. It can’t be helped
sometimes.”

I sat up, gathering my tattered clothing and
poise as best I could. “Tell that to the people who die when a
vampire loses control. Tell that to Dan.”

My voice trembled in the cold night air. Life
felt good, but it brought sharpness to emotions like remorse as
well. I managed to feel vibrant and like a big barrel of poo at the
same time.

Gerald put his arms around me and held me
close. His comfort was that of a caring brother instead of a lover
now. “You won’t kill me, and Dan understands how things are right
now. Hush, little girl. It’s all right. It’s all right, honey.”

He rocked me like a little girl, petting my
short black hair, humming a quiet tune in that deep, soothing
voice. I let him, feeling the quiet pleasure of a friend who never
judged. Gerald was one of the few bright sparks in my pathetic
existence. I appreciated it while I could; while hunger and
coldness and anger didn’t ride me like a sadistic jockey.
Contentment seeped in, displacing the uncertainty and pain.

“I never would have pegged you for a cat
person, Brandilynn.”

The amused voice cut through my quieting
emotions. In an instant Gerald and I were on our feet, alerted
predators ready to take on whoever had dared to encroach on our
territory.

I relaxed with an inward groan as I
recognized the interloper. Levi Ward. Great. As if things weren’t
screwy enough, I’d been caught banging Gerald by the werewolf
federal agent who also had the hots for me.

I self-consciously covered my naughty bits
with my arms. I tried to hide my discomfort by glaring in defiance
at Levi. “What are you doing here, Bane?”

Our intruder identified, Gerald eased up and
adjusted his clothing. His had come through our amorous encounter
in dirty but otherwise decent shape. He eyed Levi with overt
warning. The men had never met, but Gerald knew the story.

I delighted in Levi’s scowl. I’d called him
Bane. He hated the name he’d been given when working undercover
with a criminal motorcycle gang. I use it every time he ticked me
off.

Levi Ward ticked me off quite often.

His golden gaze turned to Gerald, sizing him
up. Levi was almost as muscled and every bit as handsome as the
werepanther. His mouth was more pronounced, a definite though
slight muzzle. His golden-brown eyes were riveting. His dark hair
was shot with gray, the color of his wolf. The way his black tee
shirt stretched across his defined chest would make a nun scream
for strength. Jeans clung lovingly to carved thighs.

Seeing him and Gerald put evil thoughts in my
head. My libido, still enlivened by Gerald’s blood, perked up yet
again. I firmly shut it down. Levi was never, ever on the menu. I
made that mistake once and vowed never to do it again.

Unfortunately Levi was one of those for whom
the word ‘no’ translates to ‘maybe if you keep trying’. He looked
me up and down with unconcealed interest as he said, “I came
looking for you. Dan Saling sent me.”

“Dan? Try again, dog breath. You can’t see
ghosts.” I let go of my glamour to show off my fangs.

Gerald sighed and picked up the full bottle
of BP9 he’d dropped when I’d jumped him. Most had spilled, but
about a quarter of it was left. He shoved it in my direction.
“Don’t provoke her, Wolf Boy.”

Levi frowned at him as I shook my head,
indicating I didn’t need the juice. The agent asked him, “What’s
the matter, kitten? Can’t handle Ms. Payson?”

“I’d say I handled her fine, pup. Now shut up
before she decides to take a bite out of you. I won’t stand in her
way for that part, but you better believe you won’t get a taste of
her after she’s done tasting you.”

I didn’t like how this conversation was
shaping up for several reasons. I gave the two shifters angry eyes
as I said, “Why don’t you both settle down? I’m not territory to be
marked.”

Levi took a good look at me, this time
keeping his gaze above neck level. For an instant his gold eyes
glowed. The shine faded and he nodded to Gerald in grudging
respect. “Don’t provoke. Check.” He drew a deep breath and
addressed me again, his tone a good deal more polite. “Dan relayed
his message through that psychic who hears the dead. Lana?”

That didn’t help my temper one bit. What was
Dan thinking, sending Levi here to see me? He knew how badly things
went when I worked on flying. He knew what situation Levi might
stumble on.

My irritation wasn’t helped as the temporary
warmth of life drained from my body. I was going back to cold,
undead vampire. I snapped words like whips at Levi. “What. Do. You.
Want?”

He rolled his gaze to the deadly darkness
known as Gerald. “Private matter. Government matter.”

Gerald folded his massive arms over his
massive chest and frowned. “Don’t even think about it. Do you know
how fast a new vampire moves and how uncontrollable it can be?”

I stomped my foot. “I am not a vampire! I’m
just trapped in one.”

Gerald sighed. “Sorry, Brandilynn. I don’t
want anything bad to happen because I wasn’t close by to stop it. I
could care less for Agent Wolfie here, but you’d never forgive
yourself.”

He was right, as usual. I swallowed a lump in
my throat, brought on by the knowledge that when I lost my temper I
couldn’t be trusted.

I took criticism from Gerald with no problem.
He’d been amazing about sticking close by and helping me while I
navigated my new existence.

Levi held his hands up in a peace gesture. “I
promise to be polite. I will say and do nothing offensive. I’m
sorry, Mr. Clark, but I really do need to talk to her alone.”

I nodded to Gerald. “Leave me plenty of Blood
Potion. I’ll keep a lid on my temper. I won’t try to fly,” I added,
attempting to joke. All’s well here, folks.

I could tell Gerald was unsure. I put all my
best glamour on, trying to look as human and unruffled as possible.
I could never hide the paper-white skin or hungry look that was
part and parcel of a vampire’s appearance, but I managed to look
only semi-deadly.

Bless his soul, he acquiesced. “I’ll get some
more Blood Potion and your change of clothes.”

He did so. As he set a six pack of bottled
blood on the ground and handed me another outfit, he warned Levi.
“She means a lot to me. She means a lot to people who mean a lot to
me. You on the other hand mean nothing, Deputy Dog. She loses her
grip and kills you, I’ll see to it that your body will never be
found. Got me?”

I had to give Levi credit. He didn’t even
raise an eyebrow at the threat. He nodded. “Understood.”

Gerald stalked off. I heard him growling
softly as he went. I motioned to Levi to turn his back while I put
on clothes that would restore my modesty. Quirking a wry smile that
hinted at the deviltry I knew existed in spades, Levi put his back
to me.