Decatur the Vampire (12 page)

“I’m already wet.”

His hand slid down to between her legs. “Yes you are.” Decatur dropped down behind her and nudged Marduk’s legs apart.

When his tongue slid into her vagina from behind, Marduk thought her knees would give out due to the sudden thrill of it. “Oh Dec…” His mouth withdrew from her vagina, licked up from her clit to her anus and then slid inside her wet core once more. “I am going to fall.”

Decatur lifted his head for a moment. “If you do you’ll miss out on what I have planned for you.”

Could anything be better than this? He tongued her with a ruthlessness that made her scratch at the walls to hang on and not slide to the floor in a quivering heap. “I want cock.”

“In here?” Decatur pushed one finger into her creamy vagina and then pulled it out, running the slick wetness back to the tight, puckered hole of her ass. “Or here?”

When his finger moved inside, Marduk jumped in surprise. “No one has ever—”

“Then we will both enjoy this immensely.”

His finger pushed and pulled in and out of the tight, muscled entrance. Marduk shoved her ass back against him. Decatur’s mouth fastened onto one of her butt cheeks and sucked hard. He had one hand around her upper thighs as he introduced another finger into her anus.

This was not at all what Marduk expected. She had never been keen to try anal sex. It never seemed doable to her.
But it does now.
When a third finger joined the other two, she became frantic with need, all but pushing her ass into Decatur’s face.

“Have patience, darling.”

“To hell with patience. I want you inside me now.”

“And if I want to play some more?”

“I will cry, scream and stamp my feet.”

Decatur laughed loudly. “That’s what I adore about you, Marduk. You say what you feel.” He rose to his feet and reached for the discarded jar of hand cream. “I hope this wasn’t expensive.”

“Who cares?” Marduk didn’t at that moment. She knew what Decatur planned to do with it. She turned her head to watch him lather the length of his shaft with the cool, white lotion. “Pretty,” she murmured, her eyes on his cock.

“I’m glad you approve.” Decatur pushed the cream away and came up close behind her.

Marduk could feel the hard, slick cock pushing between her butt cheeks. She pushed back and gave him full access. At first, when the head of his cock prodded the small, tight ring of muscle, Marduk was doubtful so much hard flesh could fit into so little a hole.

“Relax,” Decatur murmured against her ear. He edged farther inside.

There was a burning feel of fullness as inch by inch Decatur patiently worked his cock inside her ass. When he was fully inside, he stopped. “Okay, darling?”

“Uh-huh,” Marduk sighed, as she closed her eyes and took in the whole hot feeling of being completely filled. When she felt his fingers on her clit, she cried out softly. “Please move.” Decatur did. Slow, deep thrusts as his fingers played with her clit. This made Marduk pant and moan. She wanted him to go faster but stay slow. She wanted hard thrusts but then no movement at all. Everything was pretty amazing yet Marduk wanted whatever Decatur could give her. “Bite me.” That would make this perfect.

Decatur’s mouth nuzzled her neck, kissing and licking. He did not bite her straight away, instead he teased her flesh as his fingers and cock made love to her body.

“Please,” she moaned.
I want it all.
When his teeth sliced into her skin, Marduk whimpered with relief. She angled her neck to give him full access to her flesh. This was about possession and sustenance. Marduk wanted to take and give. Decatur’s fingers plunged into her wet core and moved in time with his cock’s thrust. The sucking and the fucking were almost too much for Marduk. She was so overwhelmed and ready to come that she clawed the wall to keep control. But it was useless. Marduk knew it always would be with Decatur. He had only to touch her and the need was so great that she would do anything to surrender to it.

Decatur removed his mouth from her neck and his fingers from her clit. His hands went about her waist to support her as his thrusts became harder and designed to thrill and send them both onto release.

The orgasm, when it hit, started in her pelvis, shot up her back, into her brain and then surged down to her toes. It shook her body so much that she feared her legs would give out.

They stood locked together for a long while after the last tremor subsided. It was where they wanted to be. Close, tight and together.

Marduk blew a strand of hair from her face. “So, I’m thinking we take the fight to Archimedes.” Marduk felt almost invincible after sex with Decatur. She wanted him in her life no matter what and no madman was going to rule over her.

“Ballsy move, darling.”

“I’m a ballsy gal.” She wasn’t but Marduk liked that Decatur thought her so.

“That’s what worries me.” He lifted her down so her feet touched the ground. “Archimedes uses people’s strength against them.”

“I’ll be fine, Dec. I have you.” Marduk’s heart skipped a beat as the look of pride in Decatur’s eyes.

“Yes, you do.” He raised her hand and kissed her palm. “I will look after you. I promise.”

Chapter Seven

“How lovely to meet you, Marduk.” Archimedes extended his hand to her.

Marduk avoided it. Decatur was right. This being was amazingly attractive in a way reminiscent of a swaggering pirate looking for treasure. She looked into his glittering, hot eyes and warned herself what was at stake. Gawping at a sensual man was not going to help.
Besides, he is just smoke and mirrors, woman. Focus.
Mind you, that was hard to do when three unknown beings suddenly appeared without invitation in the room. They had to be the warlock, demon and angel.

Archimedes dropped his hand as if her lack of contact was of no significance to him. He looked at the vampire. “Always a joy to see you, Decatur. What brings you both to my humble abode?”

Marduk’s eyes swept the room once. It was hard not to be impressed at the grandeur of the room. There was no humility in it. Delicate, gold furniture evoking thoughts of Louis the Fourteenth came to mind. When Decatur had transported them to the old warehouse on the river, Marduk had thought two things. One, her head was spinning from the sudden hurtling through space and two, she found it hard to believe supernatural beings had chosen a rundown warehouse in Brisbane to hang out at.

She glanced once more at the others. The men were gorgeous.
What was it with supernatural beings? Did they get access to good genes or what?
The woman, undoubtedly the angel, was almost luminescent. It was hard for Marduk to drag her eyes away from her. But she did when Decatur’s hands slipped into hers. She liked that in the midst of what was going to be a pissing contest, Decatur cared only about her. “We have business to discuss with you, Archimedes. We need to speak alone.”

Sumerian moved toward Marduk. “We’re all friends here.”

“From my understanding you could be but some of you choose not to be,” Marduk responded without malice. It was pure fact. “You will understand that I, as a mere mortal, cannot trust you.” This was all about her and Decatur. While it would be nice to have allies, Marduk could not allow any weakness to show if an ally turned on them. Besides, she suspected each of these beings would have to fight the battle in their own way—as would she and Decatur.

“I am an angel, Marduk.” Sumerian’s eyes were gentle on her.

“You’re a fallen angel Sumerian,” Archimedes clarified. “And I agree, none of this lot is trustworthy.” He looked at the others in contempt.

Marduk smiled. “Least of all you, Archimedes.”
Gorgeous but an arrogant prick.

Archimedes arched his eyebrow in amusement. “She has quite a mouth on her. Don’t you try to keep her in line, vampire?”

Decatur smiled an icy smile. “I have no need to control people.”

“Ah yes, vampires are too
laissez faire
.” Archimedes turned to the others. “Leave us.”

Sumerian looked like she was about to argue.

“You cannot help everyone, Sumerian.” Archimedes waited as they disappeared one after the other. “Of course you know they’ll eavesdrop.”

Whatever.
Marduk got straight to the point. “Here’s the deal, we know what you’re doing and it will not work.” There was no need for preliminaries.

“You’re smart, Miss Howell.”

“Yes.” Though how smart she was to take on a demon who could kill her she wasn’t so sure. The fact that he needed her was the only comfort.

“We know about your plans, Archimedes,” Decatur told him. “And we will not comply with your needs.”

Archimedes’ eyes were focused on the mortal woman. “If you will not help me I’ll have to use your beloved’s weakness against him.”

Marduk tried to think of an answer to that. Problem was she was pretty sure he wasn’t bluffing and it was hard to out-bluff the demonic. “So you would kill Decatur in spite? Not much of a plan there.” The thought of Decatur destroyed was too much to bear.

“I will kill you then.” Archimedes didn’t seem perturbed either way.

Absolute bastard.
“So what happens to your plan if we both die?”

“I have the others to use.”

Marduk hated people who had an answer for everything. “What if they get all pissy like us?”

Archimedes smiled at her words. “I only need one to see sense.”

“Kill me instead, Archimedes.” Decatur’s eyes were hard on his. “You know you want to.”

That was the last thing Marduk wanted to hear. She had a pretty good idea what it took for him to stand there as calmly as he was. Only she knew the strain he was under due to the increasing pressure of his hand on hers.

“There’s only one way to do that, vampire.”

Marduk confused. Was it the old stake in the heart thing? Was that Decatur’s weakness?

“Haven’t you worked it out yet, Marduk? A vampire’s greatest weakness is to fall in love.” Archimedes sounded quite pleased at the fact. “If a vampire never falls in love then he is no threat to another. If he does—well, kill his lover and you main him for life. He is so wounded that he is no longer immortal and those enemies he has will kill him in the slow, malicious way that our kind do so enjoy.”

Crap.
Marduk looked at Decatur.

“I’m sorry.” His eyes were soft on hers. “I could not help but fall love with you.”

“Oh Dec…”

“So, you see you are screwed.” Archimedes had the look of one who enjoyed the heartache he created. “Help me or you both die. It’s a plan I’m extremely fond of.”

“Manipulative, skanky, pus-filled, pukeable bastard.” Marduk was sure there were other words she could use but those were the first ones that came to her mind. It had taken all her strength to walk sedately from the room without turning around and going for Archimedes’ throat. While it would have done her absolutely no good, at least Marduk knew she would have felt better for it.

“We’ll get through this.” Decatur was tense and angry looking.

There was a sudden flash of light and Sumerian appeared. “I know how to weaken Archimedes.”

Decatur moved to pass her by. “We do not need your help, angel.”

Marduk pulled on his hand, making him stop. “Now wait a second. How can you help us? And why not help yourself if you know? You’re in the same situation.”

“I am but I’m not. As a woman my weakness is different from a man’s.”

“Rampant PMS?” Did angels get feral every month?

“No,” Sumerian replied in amusement. “But Archimedes has a weakness.”

Decatur looked at her in suspicion. “And what is that?”

“Archimedes loves me.”

This surprised Marduk. She had seen the way he spoke to her. “He has a funny way of showing it then.”

The angel sighed. “It’s a long story but the bottom line is he cannot kill me but I can, if I choose to, weaken him.”

Okay, this we can use.
“What’s your weakness?” What did angels fear?

“That is not something I can trust anyone with,” Sumerian responded calmly.

“Angels don’t trust?” The seemed strange to Marduk. Weren’t they working on behalf of humankind?

“I have fallen, Marduk. The fall changed me.”

“Yet you are helping us? I have to wonder why?” Decatur stared at her as if trying to see through Sumerian.

“Old habits die hard, vampire. You know that.”

“What do you think, Dec?” Marduk would happily use any offer of help at this stage.

Decatur thought for a moment and then sighed. “What’s your plan, angel?”

“I need something from you.” Sumerian looked at him significantly.

He shook his head. “I cannot give you that.”

The angel was undeterred. “Out of free will you can.”

“It is not mine to give.”

“Knowledge is for all,” the angel persisted.

“Sumerian, some knowledge, as you know, can destroy you.”

“Only if it’s used for purposes of evil,” she countered back.

Marduk was dying of curiosity. “The suspense is killing me. What are you two talking about?”

Decatur looked at his lover. “It’s a long-held secret of vampirekind.”

That confused Marduk. What could an angel, who was technically pure and good, want from a vampire who had been around the block several times and not in a good way? It was not like they were simpatico. That they both had an agenda, Marduk didn’t doubt. Anyone with breath in their body had plans that others were not always privy to.

“Sumerian wants the knowledge to redeem lost souls.” Decatur’s eyes were fixed on the angel.

“Huh?” Redeem lost souls?
How? What? Who?
This was sounding suspiciously like what Archimedes planned to do.

“Everyone, Marduk, immortals included, although they choose to deny it, has a soul. Vampires have only been among us for two thousand years.”

“Only two thousand?” Marduk looked at her skeptically. These immortal types had a weird way of looking at things.

“Yes, vampires are relatively new,” Sumerian explained. “They acquired the knowledge of the souls two centuries ago through one of their deals with Lucifer.”

“The devil?” Marduk was agog.

“He’s not such a bad fellow when you get to know him,” Decatur quipped, pulling Marduk closer to his side. “And we vampires are very good at building up caches of knowledge to use for our own purposes.”