Animal Attraction (22 page)

Dan’s voice rumbled overhead. “Apologize for
being naughty and hiding from me.”

I sobbed with as much want as hurt. “I’m
sorry, Daddy. I’ll be good. I promise.”

Dan’s hand rubbed lower, moving between my
legs. Tremors seized me as his fingers slipped along the soaked
petals of my pussy. I moaned and opened my legs wider.

“Are you my good girl, Brandilynn? Will you
do as you’re told?”

“Yes sir. Whatever Daddy says.”

His fingers slid on either side of my clit.
Electric sensation jolted me and I cried out. My legs shot straight
out behind me.

Dan’s soft, insinuating voice tickled my
ears. “Does that feel good, little girl? Do you like it when Daddy
touches you?”

“Yes ... yes sir,” I gasped.

“I like making my little girl feel good. Such
a sweet little girl, doing whatever I want. Come for me, baby. Come
for Daddy.”

He rubbed directly over my clit and
everything seized tight. Then I exploded, the climax unfurling in a
long stream of exaltation. I think I screamed. I’m not sure because
all I knew was glorious bliss, thundering through me like a
Category 4 storm.

As I slowly came down, Dan crooned, “Good
girl. That’s Daddy’s good girl.”

My face felt glued to the tabled top. My
whole body lay limp with gratification. Holy smokes, that was
good.

Dan stepped behind me, gently kicking my legs
wider apart. His fingers curled around the back of my neck, holding
tight, controlling me. Then the questing tip of his fevered swollen
flesh teased the lips of my pussy apart.

“Open for me, baby. That’s my sweetheart.
Nice and wet for Daddy. Good girl.”

He pushed inside, not slamming into me but
taking me in one steady, determined stroke. All at once I was on
the verge again. I cried out.

“That’s it. Sweet girl. Sweet, sweet, sweet
girl.”

He took me, thrusting deep with every
‘sweet’. His thick cock rubbed with perfect friction against my
interior hot spot. My mouth yawned wide, gasps of pleasure spilling
from my throat. My toes curled in their school girl shoes. I
clenched hard around his driving shaft, tiny eruptions slowly
building in strength.

“Oh yeah. That’s right. Grab Daddy’s cock
with your hot little pussy.”

With one hand remaining on the back of my
neck and the other gripping my shoulder, he pulled me back on
himself as he thrust inside. My eyes rolled as another lightning
blast of orgasm crashed through me. Oh my gosh. Muscles I didn’t
know I had flexed in constant spasms as he drove me harder and
harder.

I was still shuddering from the latest climax
when Dan pulled free. He gave my butt a little slap that brought
pain from the spanking alive once more. Though I felt depleted, I
found the strength to come up on my toes and squeal.

“Whose pussy is this?” he asked.

“Daddy’s,” I groaned. “It’s yours,
Daddy.”

His thumb traced around the rosette of my
anus. “And this tight little hole? Who does that belong to, baby
girl?”

I couldn’t believe I was amping up again,
newly excited by what was about to happen. “It’s too big to put
there, Daddy. Please.”

“Whose is it, little girl?”

“Daddy’s,” I said in a high, frightened
voice. I tilted my butt up in negation of the tone.

“And if Daddy wants to love his little girl’s
tight hole, she lets him, doesn’t she? She keeps her legs spread
for his cock. Isn’t that right?”

“Yes sir.” My groan was entirely too adult to
play into our fantasy, but at that point neither of us cared.

It didn’t have to hurt, because ghosts have
complete control over such things. But I liked the pain as much as
the pleasure. It’s the way I’m wired. So I made little hurt noises
as Dan ground into me, enthralling me with a harsh taking. More
delicious jolts were mine as his groin slapped hard against my
chastised rear. I rejoiced to hear him grunt louder and louder as
he chased his pleasure, making me serve his most base sexual
needs.

He still had hold of my neck, keeping me
under his power. Meanwhile, his free hand reached down and rubbed
my clit. I pounded my fists against the table, orgasm on its way
yet again. Hearing his guttural moan and feeling his cock jerk
inside me as he succumbed to bliss sent me over the edge. We yelled
in concert, wild sounds of blatant ecstasy echoing all around.

Had I been living, I probably would have
passed out from exhaustion after that. However the dead never
sleep. I still snuggled in Dan’s arms when he picked me up and
cradled me against his chest. He carried me over to the leather
sofa in the periodical section, sitting down and settling me in his
lap.

We were quiet for a few minutes, lost in our
separate musings. I wondered that after so long in the kink scene I
could still discover new things to try. This morning had been quite
the revelation ... maybe.

Dan spoke first. “I’m not sure what that was.
It was hot while it was happening, but now – I don’t know how I
feel about it.”

I looked up at his worried face. I knew his
concern was mostly for my reaction, though I’d never judged him for
the things that made him feel good. Dan was still finding himself.
I supported him wholeheartedly as he continued to get his Dom
on.

I smiled up at him, loving him with all his
insecurities. “I never got into little play either. I didn’t think
it would be something I’d like. With you though – you’re my big,
strong Dan. You made me feel safe no matter what.”

He regarded me with surprise. “Your first
time too? And here I thought you were the expert.” He winked.

I grinned at the teasing. “I’m not sure if I
enjoyed it more for the novelty or if it’s a facet of my
preferences I never noticed before. If you ever want to try it
again, I’m game.”

Dan laughed, a sign his discomfort was
passing. “Just when I think I’ve got a handle on the kink, you
throw another curve ball at me. But as long as it’s you, I’m
willing to explore.”

As happens so often after sex these days, we
slipped into our sugary-sappy snuggling. We were more nauseatingly
adoring than usual, probably in celebration of knowing we could try
out anything with each other and remain safe. When it comes to
love, isn’t that what counts most of all?

* * * *

I certainly didn’t feel little girlish when
night fell and I moved into Patricia’s body. Even with my first
meal of BP9 in my gut, I felt hungry and mean. But then I always
had a touch of that when playing vampire. It came with the
territory.

I put on my best glamour as I headed into
Para Central to see Taylor. As I stalked down the center of the
room – why is it vampires always stalk? Someone should research
that – I nodded to the paras I passed. I was greeted with waves and
‘good evenings’, even by the vampires. I guess they are all obeying
Tristan’s orders to treat me normally.

Taylor sat at Patricia’s old desk on the
stage, packing stuff up. She paused as she saw me coming. Pained
grief flashed across her face. I understood it and I never would
have come to her in her girlfriend’s body if we didn’t have work to
do. At least she didn’t run away from me this time. Our meeting at
Isabella’s house had done some good.

I halted at the foot of the stage, treating
Taylor like one would a skittish colt who might try to escape. I
held up a gold pocket watch.

Taylor composed herself and came forward.
“This belongs to the shifter you want tracked? Is it something he
handles a lot or recently?”

I nodded. “It’s been handed down in his
family for three generations. I hope that doesn’t mess you up? Ryan
takes it to special events and church each Sunday. It means a lot
to him.”

Taylor rubbed her thumb over the closed face.
“It might work. The trick is it will push me to track his current
whereabouts rather than where he’s been. The item has to be really
strongly attuned to him for it to take me elsewhere.”

“According to Ashley, the last time Ryan got
a suspicious call was right after church. He left the house still
wearing his Sunday suit and the watch.”

Taylor grinned to hear my report. “Terrific.
That could be the situation that I need. I should be able to come
up with something. Is tomorrow during the day okay?”

“Perfect. See if Lana can go with you since
I’ll be tagging along in my ghostly aspect. And thanks.” I looked
at the boxes surrounding the desk. “Packing up already, huh?”

Taylor sighed and stretched, rubbing her back
as if she’d been at it for some time already. Judging from the bare
spots on the usually cluttered desk, she had. “Tristan wants to get
familiar with the vibe in Atlanta as soon as possible. When he
takes his place in the senate, he wants to be settled in and ready
to work. So we’re leaving pretty soon.”

I smiled and gave a slight shake of my head.
“Typical Tristan. No wasting time when there is wheeling and
dealing to be done.”

Taylor nodded and shifted from one foot to
the other. She was getting uncomfortable.

It was time to give the poor woman some
peace. “Okay. Thanks again for helping with the shifter case. I’ll
catch up to you tomorrow.”

She nodded. “Okay. No problem.”

She returned to her packing. I didn’t stick
around, wanting to spare her as much pain as possible. I’m sure
things could be more awkward between us, but I’d rather not know
how that could be possible.

Gerald was busy when I told him I needed a
lift somewhere. He surprised me by handing over the keys to his
Mercury.

“Not one scratch,” he warned, his ears
flattening to his head in warning. “I mean it.”

“I know, that car is your baby,” I answered
with perfect seriousness. “I’ll take a case of BP9 so road rage
doesn’t make me trade paint with the idiots on the streets.”

His eyes widened to hear me tease. “Woman, I
don’t care whose body you are wearing. I will hurt you if my car
gets messed up.”

I huffed at him. “Then why did you offer
it?”

“Temporary insanity. Go before I change my
mind.”

I went. I had work to do and I needed wheels
to do it.

Since I felt cold no matter what, I drove
with the window down. The frozen February night air was
exhilarating, especially in a restored classic. Man, I loved power.
I had a hard time keeping the Cougar at only ten miles above the
speed limit. I wanted to tear up Highway 17 in that thing.

I arrived where the dead shifter had been
found earlier that day. It had been confirmed he was one of Levi’s
instructors. I drove past the area, pulling into a church’s parking
lot a quarter of a mile down the road. I stopped the Mercury in a
space right under the glare of a streetlight and locked it up
tight. Then I hoofed it back the way I’d come.

Dan waited for me at the crime scene. The
tape still wound around the trees where the werehog had been found.
More tape strung along the path his blood colored. In the dark, it
reminded me more than ever of the place my body had been left, the
place I had haunted for several days until Dan found me.

I focused on our work. We went back over the
trail, stopping where we had earlier that day. Much as Charlie the
deputy had done, I sniffed around the area in hopes heightened
vampire senses would pick something up. No such luck.

I smacked the branch of a nearby dogwood.
“Ugh, this is frustrating. I need a drink.”

Dan made a face that said for me to cool it.
“Sorry. No blood on tap here.”

I was disgusted, not furious. I jerked my
thumb over my shoulder. “I’ve got the bottled swill back in the
car. I can run pretty fast if I start pegging in the red.”

Dan put his hands on his hips and looked up
at the canopy of pines over our heads. The thin trunks and branches
let us see that the night was clear and filled with stars.

He said, “It’s tough to figure anything out
with all these trees. I don’t suppose you’d be willing to try
flying?”

I cringed, but I knew it was our only option.
“Actually the flying isn’t all that bad as long as I go straight
and don’t mind jetting at supersonic speeds. I land with no problem
too – crash land, that is.”

Bless his heart, he looked genuinely
sympathetic. “My poor girl.”

I urged my pride to take a vacation, with the
promise dignity wouldn’t be far behind it. “I suppose I should try.
No laughing when I take out a tree.”

Dan didn’t crack a smile. “Never.”

I squared my shoulders and set myself under
the least amount of foliage in the area. I urged myself up and
began to elevate.

As I’d told Dan, going straight is not that
big a deal. I brushed up against the tips of a few limbs, but
pretty much avoided smacking into anything. Within seconds I was up
above the trees.

I kept climbing, wanting a good view of
everything. Vampire vision is better than ghost vision. Plus
certain things were lit up, making it easy to pick out landmarks.
In the distance to the west of Highway 17, I saw the airfield. I
decided certain lines of lights close to the dark ribbons of roads
must be strip malls. Nearer to my position, maybe seven miles away
and more to the north, was the sprawl of the federal training
academy. It had really grown over the years, making the facility
about half the size of Fulton Falls.

Most of what laid beneath me was the swath of
woods. A breeze through the pines whispered secrets that I couldn’t
understand. One well-lit building I didn’t recognize stood about
three miles away. And even closer, a tiny glimmer of light shone
from deep in the trees.

I thought it would be worth my while to check
out those two light sources, the smaller one first. Doing my best
as usual to maintain a slow pace, I began to move towards the
glimmer.

Before long I zoomed along, going faster all
the time. I winced knowing how bad the eventual landing would be,
but the tiny mote of light got bigger. I hoped I wouldn’t flash by
it so fast that I wouldn’t be able to see its source. I started
trying to angle downward to pass as close to the tops of the pines
as I was able.