Biting Nixie (41 page)

“I don't have donors in Boston, Nixie. Or a household. I've been a troubleshooter for the Ancient One for the last fifty years. Running all over the country. I'm not home long enough to be master of a household.” Rubbing his ears, Julian frowned at me. “Why all the questions? What is going on in that sweet, curly-haired head of yours?”

“No donors? You don't get regular sex…I mean blood?” I blushed, having Janet Jacksoned exactly what was going on in my
baka
head.

Julian looked as shocked as Elena had. “Donation
isn't
about sex, Nixie. And even if it was,
I'm
not. For your information, I drink mostly bagged blood. Sometimes the households I visit will offer their donors. But it's a courtesy. And I would
never
take advantage of it by making sexual advances.”

“But lore says vampires are like sex parties waiting to happen. Carnal-vals.” I had firsthand experience of that. “V-guys and gals can have sex with anyone. And make it orgasmic. So why wouldn't they?”

“You mean why wouldn't
I
.” Julian reached out to brush my hair tenderly from my forehead. “Yes, vampire senses are much keener than humans. Our skin feels pleasure on a level you can't even imagine. We're like walking erogenous zones.”

“Sounds painful.”

Julian threw back his head and laughed. He wore an open-necked polo shirt, and the sight of his strong bronzed throat nearly made me want to turn vampy, just so I could bite it. Not about sex, hah.

“Vampires can have sex with anyone. And many frequently do. But because of our heightened senses, some people are much more appealing than others. Scent, sound, feel. Taste.” He took me in his arms, bent to kiss my nose. A soft purr started.

“So I'm…appealing? Like a juicy burger?”

“You're beyond appealing. You're perfect to me.” Julian's lips touched my cheek, temple, ear. His tongue swept lightly over the small hairs on the lobe, making me vibrate with anticipation. “You're a delight to my senses, all of them. You're sweet, tasty, and supple, and a balm to my soul. With just a bit of tart personality for tang. And there's more.”

“Wait—there's more,” I echoed, eyes closing. “If you order now, you get Hemoglobin Flavored Intimacy Gel with Tartar Control…for that special fangy guy in your life.”

He chuckled, kind of weird frosted with purr. “Nixie, have you ever wondered why, in all the times I did my ‘Obi-Wan' as you call it, you were never affected?”

“Huh?”

“You were present at least twice when I used suggestion to alter people's perceptions.”

“You mean your mystic mind-control thing?”

“That's my artless Nixie.”

“Have I been insulted?”

Julian laughed again. He seemed to be doing that a lot, tonight. Like he was…happy or something. “I can't manipulate you, Nixie. I'm old enough to compel most people and many vampires. Of course, I can't manipulate myself. And I can't manipulate
you
.”

“Is that important?”

“It is if we want to share the rest of our lives.”

My heart started to pound double-time. Fear? Or excitement? “Well. I guess. So, um…so you aren't in it for the sex.”

“You're the only one I have sex with, Nixie. And now that I've found you, you're the only one I want to have sex with. Because it's more than sex. It's a
joining
. We're two halves of the same whole, you and I.”

Thinking of how snugly his Tab A fit in my Slot B, I shuddered in agreement.

“Now let me show you around.” Julian took my hand and walked me through his…
our
new home. The townhouses had been modified extensively, with connecting hallways and several common areas. There were still separate entrances and the illusion of separate units, but he showed me the entire place without going outside once.

The most interesting thing was the bedrooms. Though there were windows galore in the other rooms, none of the bedrooms had windows. And the bedroom doors were reinforced so heavily they looked like entrances to a bank vault.

I ran my hand over one of the doors, feeling cool steel under my fingers. “What's with the bedrooms? They're like bomb shelters.”

“For protection. The vampire population is increasing rapidly. We don't get a lot of rogues here, but it's only a matter of time.”

“So when the bloodthirsty hordes attack, humans will have a safe place to sleep? I thought older vamps could mist in.”

“That's why the walls are reinforced with metal. And electrified.” Julian drew me into a bedroom and closed the door. He shot a deadbolt with a quick twist. To my surprise, a green light flicked on, and the room seemed to hum. “Logan Steel discovered vampires can't get through electrified walls. Not even as mist.”

“The bedroom walls are live?”

“Only when the locks are engaged.” Julian unbolted and opened the door.

“Oh.” I followed him out into the hallway. “How many people will base here?”

“We could fit as many as fifty donors, but that wouldn't leave room for children and old ones.”

“Excuse me. Did you say ‘old ones'?”

“Children and the elderly can't donate. Not safely.” Julian shrugged. “Have to think of things like that.”

“Responsibility.” I shook my head. “So how many people do we have to think of things like that for?”

“Couple dozen, more or less. It won't be so bad. I'll hire a housekeeper and cook.”

“Live-in?” I asked, brightening.

Julian only smiled. “We'll have plenty of people to share the burden of responsibility. A couple dozen adults. Two other vampires.”

“Vampires in the basement,” I said, remembering Ruthven.

“Not just vampires,” Julian replied, tracing a finger up my neck. “You and I will sleep in the basement.”

“Together? I don't suppose you'd like to show me?”

“I thought you'd never ask.” He took my hand and led me down.

The double basement was divided into two sides. On one side were washers and driers, workbench and pool table. On the other side was a hallway.

“Over here.” He opened a door and flipped on a light. “I thought this could be our room.”

The room revealed was bright and airy. I poked my head in, saw a door off the side, open to what looked like Mediterranean tile. Another seemed to lead to a walk-in closet.

Like Julian's bedroom at Bo's, this room had soft, luxurious carpet. I stepped in, felt my feet sink in bliss.

After indulging a few moments, I opened my eyes and looked around. Not only the carpet was the same. I recognized that ocean-sized bed, two-foot thick mattress looking soft as cotton candy. “Is that from Bo's?”

“Well…yes. You seemed to like it.”

“Oh, yeah. I had some ideas to try out. You did this for me?”

Julian shrugged, looking a little embarrassed. “I didn't know if you'd want to move in with me. I wanted to offer you some enticement.”

“Julian, this is the best present I could have asked for.”

“It's not your present.”

“It isn't? But—”

“Your present's upstairs.”

“No. My present is right here. Or at least it will be.” And I pulled his yummy face down to mine and kissed him.

Chapter Thirty-two

We had all the time in the world, now. A lifetime. I didn't tongue-dive immediately or push my hand into his pants. Instead I rubbed my lips slowly against his, just enjoying the touch of skin on skin. The warmth of his breath. The sound of his light purr. I licked his lower lip and got high on the taste of him, male and tangy and all Julian.

He folded me in his arms and caressed me with his lips. He backed me toward the bed, kissing me all the while. When my hips hit comforter, he lifted me in his arms, never breaking mouth contact. He laid me reverently on the bed. Eased himself on top of me, letting just enough of his weight fall on me to be arousing. I pushed up with my hips, my pubic bone meeting an already-heavy arousal.
Oh yeah
.

Julian broke the kiss. Before I could moan a “no”
,
he began to scatter little butterfly busses over my face, over cheeks and eyelids and jaw. His square, competent hands came up to cup my face while he kissed my mouth again, deeper this time, but no less sweetly. All the while his hard and sleek erection throbbed against me.

He left my mouth to kiss down my neck. Gently, lightly. Heating me with tiny tastes rather than branding lust.

His mouth skimmed over the sunny side of my breasts. The nipples poked their heads up in curiosity. He breathed on one and I swear she began purring too. I kissed the top of his black head. His hair smelled like fresh rain, felt like silk.

Julian slid his hand under my cami top, pushing it off my breast. I caught a glimpse of my nipple, pink and alert, before he lowered his head and suckled gently. Little points of pleasure lit up all over me. Everything was so light and silky that when he scraped his teeth ever-so-slightly against my nipple I nearly shot off the bed.

Shifting down my body, Julian licked the shade side of my breasts. His hands skimmed down my ribs, onto my hips. He lifted himself just enough to unsnap and unzip, and to peel back my denim. His mouth followed his hands, burning a light trail down my belly to my thong-covered mound.

Julian kissed and tongued me through the silk until it was damp and clingy. I arched, following the waves of need rolling through my body. Anchoring his lips in the cloth over my pussy, he opened his mouth and breathed. Heat spread over me. I felt slick moisture dew the thong.

His nostrils flared. He smiled up at me from between my legs. His fangs were long and graceful. Bending his head he slipped one under the thong. Levered the thong up and out. Replaced it with his tongue.

Hot passion licked my lips, slicked my slit. I jerked against his mouth, unseating him. The thong snapped back into place. Julian let loose a frustrated oath.

He slapped an arm over my hips, a band of steel holding me fast. I wiggled a little, found myself trapped good. Ooh. No more Mr. Nice Vampire.

“Now. Let's try this again.” Julian slid his square, competent fingers into my thong. Pulled it slowly aside.

He gazed at my pussy, a look of awe on his beautiful face. His nostrils flared and his eyes closed, black lashes long and thick against his sharp cheekbones. He took two deep breaths, pulling in the last one like a man preparing for a deep sea dive.

And then he went down on me.

He licked me, kissed me, tongued me, suckled me. When I thought I couldn't stand any more he latched onto my clit and sucked it like a cherry. Erotic hunger sang through me. It was so sweet it almost hurt. When he finally let up, it was only to raise his fangs over my mound.

He bit me and all hell broke loose.

The elegant teeth sank into my mound like tasers, zapping me with a thousand volts. My clit screamed and popped up. He lapped its little red head like a paddleball. My vagina began spasming, hard waves working me until my head spun. The orgasm turned me practically inside-out.

Julian phased out his clothes and climbed over me. “You rev all my senses, Nixie,” he said, his voice roughened by his purr. “Scent, sight…but especially
touch
.” He mounted me in one hard thrust.

As his enormous cock drove home it took my slickened lips with it, rolling them over. Not so much tugging at my clit as yanking it halfway inside. I gasped, half-sat. He pulled out. Rammed home. Pulled out. Drove in. Each thrust rolled my swollen clit like a marble between fingers. I felt myself ready to come again, an orgasm so deep it began in my throat.

Which is where Julian bit me.

His fangs sank into my neck, igniting the climax like a bomb. Fizzing down the trail until—
boom
! My insides exploded, starting at my vulva and rushing back up through my body, a
foosh
of flame to my head. It burned my brains out.

I lay in a daze. Julian collapsed on top of me, the duet of thudding hearts gradually slowing. “Uh,” he grunted eloquently.

“Uh,” I agreed. I would be living here, with Julian. I could get this any time. I could get this kind of sex
every day
.

My head burned out again.

Eventually he rolled off me. Lying on his side, he smiled down at me and stroked the damp hair from my forehead. “I do love you, you know.”

I looked down at myself. My nipples were soft and happy, my belly well-kissed. My pussy was happy-looking too, in an exhausted, drippy kind of way. “I kinda got the picture. Great present, by the way.”

“That too.” He kissed me. “But your real present is upstairs. We should get dressed and go get it.”

“Do we have to?” I closed my eyes. Did it get any better? Soft comforter under me, silky-skinned male next to me, warm love inside me. Not just the physical kind, but I didn't say that out loud. “It's a lot of work to put on clothes.”

He rolled my thong and jeans up. “Mmm. But think of the fun of taking them off again.” Growly-guy, my fave. “Okay.” I yawned. “Let's go.”

We spent a little extra time dressing each other. Belts and shirts take a bit longer when you're doing them backwards—especially when you add lips and tongue.

As we humped stairs, I said, “How long have you known you're staying in Meiers Corners?”

“I only decided two days ago, although I think I knew the first instant I saw you. Why?”

“How did you get the remodeling here pushed through so fast?”

“The buildings were actually remodeled months ago. We knew from the Coterie's rumblings and increase in rogues that we'd need more vampires protecting Meiers Corners. I just added a few finishing touches.”

Like the bed. Yum.

Upstairs, the party was even more crowded. All my friends and neighbors were there. Elena and Bo. Dolly Barton and lawyer Denny Crane. Rocky Hrbek and Drusilla. Chief Dirkson and his nephew Dirk Ruffles, lips still puffy but face not so haggard. Bruno Braun was even here, discussing security with Logan Steel.