Bliss (The Custos) (20 page)

              "Fucking magician." I moaned and came again. Now, my body like rubber and everything sensitive, I rose my arms and wrapped them behind me, gripping his neck to hold onto him. My strength was gone but I didn’t want him to stop. He pulled out of me and held his cock in his hand. He stood to my side and undressed before me, his jeans and his weapons were still in place. The fact that he was fucking me with a dagger at one hip and a 9mm on the other made me tremble.

              "I knew they were there Princess, you were safe." He said as he lay back on the bed pulling me with him, both of us fully naked now. I straddled him to ride him but he shook his head no. "Not tonight, Princess. Let me do you."

              Those words were not romantic or charming but damn they were doing the trick. He wanted to worship my body and hell itself would tremble if I denied him. Knowing that had me pawing at him to get him closer. For the first time I felt him skin on skin nothing between us, black satin sheets beneath me as he lifted my leg over his hip and entered me with one swift move. "So tight..." He moaned and pumped into my slowly. "Tight and wet and made for me."

              Like this he made me long for what we shared that night in the van, so open and scared of what we were feeling. He must have to because he slowly seduced me with words."Do you know how many times I beat off picturing you like this, beneath me and open, wet and hot? God I missed you."

              "I missed you." I croaked through my passion. "I had to keep from climbing in your bed the last three days."

              He palmed my breast and nuzzled the bite mark on my neck. "I would have let you, and then I would have seduced you, bent you to my will." He said laughing, then hissing. "You feel amazing Princess, your celibacy kept you so tight that every time I get inside you, you open so slowly I have to reel in my power to keep from hurting you." God when he said that stuff it did me in, it really did. "The sight of you beneath me, my bite on your neck, your pussy so warm and soft and fucking right; I have to fight to not come, to make it last. But I will tonight, over and over again deep inside of you."

              I had no words to match his, and I didn’t need them. He loved pussy and he loved telling me just how much he loved mine, and I loved hearing it. I moaned as he picked up his pace, pumping his cock so deep and hard I felt every thick hard inch.

              "Will you let me Princess, let me fill you up with my come, mark you so no man dares come near you for fear I'll kill them?" Jesus he was dirty, and the things he said were frightening but I got off on it so hard. "Tell me Princess tell me to come inside of you."

              Going for broke and knowing I had nothing to lose, "Yes Cash, I want to feel you break apart inside me." As the words left my mouth I felt his body seize and still above me. I seen every corded tendon and muscle on his body stiffen as he came. I felt his body relax with his cock inside of me. Knowing he had the sex drive of ten men I laughed. "You never bit my nipples."

              Growling he lifted his head to look at me. "And you wonder why I love you."

              "No I don’t, not any more I’m just glad you do." He knew how hard those words were for me to say and he was so grateful for them.

              "Princess I will love you for as long as you will let me, never doubt that." He slipped his hand behind my neck and pulled me in for a kiss.

              I tried not to love him, I tried to keep my cool now but he had me in his grips and I couldn’t get free I didn’t want to. As my tears fell I stifled a sob and turned my head so ashamed of my weakness and him seeing me. Still inside of me as he shifted to his elbows and turned his head to face me, he began a slow rhythm inside of me, stirring more than my body the way he moved. "Look at me Princess; look at your Vampire making love to you."

              Another sob broke free but I let my tears fall, so happy to have him in my life, to know how deeply he loved me was a gift I would never repay, because I felt the same. Preacher had been right.

              Fucking Preacher.

              "Your mine too you know, my little human…. so warm and sweet and beautiful. I waited four centuries for this moment with you Princess."

              Baring everything, open to him in every way I couldn’t hold back the words I desperately fumbled with. "I love you so much it scares me to my core, but I can’t walk away. I need you, closer and deeper and I’m tired of being alone in this world. I need you more than you would ever know Cash in a way I can’t express for lack of words. I’m sorry I was so mad at you because I see it now and I won’t get scared again."

              "Yes you will Princess, we have more shit ahead of us, but you’re not alone, never alone." Against my lips he whispered, "Hell will tremble if they try to part us." He said referring to my thoughts from before.

              We came together this time and when we were done and I was breathless he pulled me close into his side. "Sleep Princess and know your Vampire has you."

              I did sleep, and he held me the entire time, dagger on the nightstand Next to his fighting hand. Hell would tremble if any one dared stop him.

*

Chapte
r
Sixtee
n
.

London

              For two weeks we did everything as usual. Every night right at sundown we hit different location and as always, I was the bait. Every immortal in the city had been in my presence I swear....Ok maybe not but it felt like it. I felt as seedy as the bars we frequented. I had to ask around for a drug I had no clue about or its affects. Most of the douche bags I dealt with would hook me up with ecstasy or weed, one even tried to get me to buy some meth. By the end of every night, I would meet the morning sunrise with a scolding hot shower and a new bar of Dial.

              Nothing ever came from my hard work though, it was always the same. Tonight at least we were hitting a classy place, classy by Vampire standards. Doubt was owned and operated by a major Vampire kingpin named Klem. He was Russian, old and had a major following of
Nex
he had turned himself. Cash had known Klem for a few hundred years and they had a strange relationship. Cash trusted Klem to a point. They had worked together from time to time, passing favors. If a
Custos
had wronged Klem Cash would give info to where the Vamp was hiding out and vice versa with any
Nex
that Klem knew. Did I mention Doubt was a karaoke bar?

              Finally ready for the night I looked in the mirror one last time. My usual outfits for "work" as it had become, were as short and skimpy as Cash could handle seeing me in. He hated the play out every night. Men, human and immortal would paw at me; offer me drinks, numbers and room keys. It was a miracle that Cash had kept his cool. But tonight was different. It was the first night that I could walk in as his woman, and leave as his woman. In Doubt there was no need to hide anything and I was going with my Vampire, no secrets no arterial motives. It was our first date.

              I had decided to wear my hair down like Cash liked it. Normally my hair had a slight curl to it, that I loved but tonight I went for all the stops. I had straitened my hair and with my layers it framed my face perfectly. I chose all dark, blacks and grays for my eyes making them pop, and the deepest of red for my lips. I was ready for the club. I wore tight fitting skinny jeans and cowl neck halter top with black sequins. Pulling out my Lou Bountin knee boots I sighed, how I had missed feeling like a woman instead of a drugged out whore.

              Clasping my diamond bracelet that matched my Diamonds by the yard necklace, I sighed wondering if I would ever see the inside of Tiffany's again. Moments like these I shielded my thoughts as deeply as I could, because in these moments I let myself obsessed flag fly and Cash and Preacher would rile me for it if they knew. They didn’t know the difference between Prada and Dolce and Gabana, to them fabric was the same no matter what and Cash actually told me once that his sheets were 500 thread count cotton. No clue that it was a step up from sandpaper.

              I hated that when I walked down the stairs to see my boys, they would think I looked great but they wouldn’t appreciate it, not the way they should and that was by knowing my labels, they would only think I wanted the compliment and I was getting damn near desperate for a girlfriend. Sighing I hoped they would learn one day, they were going have to learn how important a good dress was or they were going really hate eternity with me.

              After myself absorbed ritual that dressing in good clothes always did to me, I flipped the light off on my way down the stairs. I had come a long way from a few months back when I would have walked in the room and expected compliments and to be treated like a Goddess just because I deserved something to be about me, anything to be about me. Knowing I was that shallow kind of made me sick, though I don’t know if I was really shallow or just angry and alone? Sure I was still a little conceited but it was more a confidence now when before it had been self centered spoiled brat ranting and raving looking to piss people off. I wondered if Cash and Preacher knew how much they had already saved me, even if it was from me.

              I saw them sitting at the table and like usual they were both beautiful. Cash stole my breath no matter what he wore but tonight he devastated me. He wore his usual, faded distressed blue jeans and a black T shirt, short sleeved and showing off his muscles....and his tat's which I had become very very… very fond of and he knew it. Big black steel toe boots completed his outfit the way shoes were meant to and my Vampire looked deadly and breathtaking and pulled it off without a stitch of effort. His hair the same as always, jet black and his hawk standing strait. The tattoo scroll work on both sides of his skull contrasted perfectly with his dark brows and lashes and the cobalt blue of his eyes made me catch my breath.

              "Nothing says dinner like a piping hot cup of blood." It killed me how these two always drank from coffee mugs. Preacher seemed like the type to drink his 'port' from a cognac snifter, and Cash.... a beer mug or a shot glass. It was just how they rolled in my mind.

              However like usual Preacher had his prized stolen mug from Denny’s and Cash with his 'I'm with stupid' mug, I had to laugh.

              "Actually Princess." Cash said as he stood and walked over to where I sat at the table. Kissing me he set the cup in front of me. "This is for you tonight."

              That had me looking at him despite how badly I wanted to bask in that kiss. "What do you mean?" My heart suddenly hammering in my chest I had to wonder had to ask. "Oh my God are you turning me tonight?"

              "Bloody
hell
." Preacher said and lifted his mug to his lips.

              Scowling at him I mocked. "
Bloody hell
."

              "No Princess, it's my blood and you need it tonight."

              "Why? I thought I had enough when Jack and Ripper....got me." I swallowed my stomach just thinking about them.

              "Sure enough to keep you from our effects." Cash said pointing at Preacher and himself. "But your used to us now and don’t need it. However tonight we are going to a bar that is almost one hundred percent Vampire. The effects would be over whelming unless you fed from me regularly and I am not risking you getting infatuated into a meal."

              God sometimes he was so blunt. "Charming Baby."

              Preacher and Cash laughed when I lifted the mug to my lips. I don’t really remember drinking Cash's blood, considering my own blood loss had made me pass out, I couldn’t help be a little grossed out. "Just pound it down Princess; you won’t hate it I promise." Cash said but I couldn’t help but be skeptical.

              I plugged my nose and lifted the mug while Preacher and Cash watched intent on seeing me swallow, Cash looked positively antsy. It was like those parents of three year olds who make their kid open there mouth after every bite to make sure they weren’t hiding the food. Fast and I'm done I told myself and brought the mug to my lips. But I was not prepared.

              It was sensory overload, every nerve in my body shot to life and my eye sight became sharp as an owl, and everything smelled so much stronger, Cash in particular was overwhelming, in the best way possible. Taking the last swallow of what tasted like ambrosia I looked at Cash. "Not what I expected, but...." I paused, my body suddenly desperate to get Cash alone, I needed to be with him, have him deep inside of me. I looked at him, no chance of hiding the erotic glint in my eyes. "Can I talk to you?" My voice was husky and filled with things I couldn’t describe.