Mia's Return (9 page)

He put his hands around her waist and
took another breath. “It’s been a very long time for me. After
Julie, I turned it all inward and took it out on demons.”

She snuggled up to him. “It’s been a
very long time for me too.”

“Impossible,” he growled.

“Try me and see.”

He snaked his hand up her back and
buried it in her hair. “You really are the most beautiful woman
I’ve ever had the privilege to kiss.” He nuzzled her lips with
his.

“You’re not going to resist the bonding
impulse?” she whispered. “When vampires have done so much to ruin
your life?”

“For now, the way I see it,” he said,
his lips trailing down her throat and lingering over her
frantically beating pulse, “Seaveth is right. My life just joined
up with the war effort. Anyway, it appears there are—” His other
hand cupped her ass and squeezed. “Compensations.”

She smiled. “This compensation is
getting impatient.”

He lifted his head, his dark eyes
twinkling. “That so? Be careful. I’ll make you wait all night just
for asking.”

“You wouldn’t.”

He lifted a brow. “Want to test me?” He
unfastened the buttons on his shirt and Mia caught her breath,
watching. She had never found the sight of a man undressing so
erotic before but now each loosened button was an event, as more of
Wyatt’s bare chest came into view.

Wyatt smiled. “You have a feral look on
your face.” His voice was low and hoarse. “I hope you never look
like that in a business setting. Your male colleagues would be
toast for the day.”

He dropped the shirt to the ground and
Mia swallowed. Yes, Wyatt was a warrior. His shoulders and chest
were hard with muscles and tendons and scarred by old battles. The
scars were faded now, but not gone. His tanned flesh flexed over
the muscles beneath as he moved. She got to her knees in front of
him and laid her hands against his chest. His skin was hot and soft
and rippled as she stroked it. He gasped at her touch.

“So strong,” she murmured.

“Demons are super-strong.” He sounded
self-conscious. “I didn’t like that they could throw me around with
one finger. So I worked to get stronger.”

“I like it.” She kissed his chest and
licked his skin, tasting salt and inhaling his scent. Male musk.
Her whole body clenched and nerve endings came alive. Even her toes
curled up. She moaned and stroked and sucked more of his flesh,
tracing her way across his pectoral muscles. She found the flat
disks of his nipples and gently bit them with her teeth, then
lapped at them.

She realized that Wyatt’s hands were in
her hair, not quite guiding her head. But his chest was lifting and
falling quickly as her mouth had its effect. She dropped her hands
to his belt buckle and pulled it open. Even with his jeans fastened
she could feel the heat from his cock, which pushed against the
strained denim. She struggled to pop the button and heard his hiss
as it was released.

She lowered the zipper a bare inch and
saw the tip of his cock peep between the teeth. “Hmmm...no
underwear. I like the accessibility that gives me,” she murmured.
She blew on the head of his cock.

Wyatt gasped and his hands in her hair
gripped harder.

Mia leaned in and swirled her tongue
over the tip, tasting pre-cum. His cock jerked. So did his
hips.

“Mia…” Wyatt growled.

She lowered the zipper another inch and
bared the shaft of his cock. This time she stroked her tongue up
the shaft and swiped at the tip.

Then she lowered the zipper all the
way.

Wyatt let out a frustrated breath. “God
almighty,” he breathed. “The things you can do with a zipper…”

“I’m going to buy you a pair of
501s.”

“And they are?”

“They have buttons instead of a zipper
on the fly.” Mia looked up at him with a smile. “Just think of the
fun I’ll have with those.” She yanked his jeans down to his knees
as she finished speaking. He groaned, his eyes shutting. So she
pushed on his shoulder, making him fall back on the sofa, then
stripped him of his jeans and boots.

His cock was stiff, red and erect, the
veins tracing through the shaft and the head flaring purple on the
edges. The shaft was thick and the balls beneath were heavy and
swollen with promise.

Mia spread his thighs—even these were
not spared of faded scars and old wounds—and climbed between them.
She cupped his testicles in her hand, making Wyatt draw in his
breath sharp and hard and throw back his head. At his reaction her
own pussy tightened and creamed and the tips of her breasts
swelled. She could feel her excitement building, pushing her to
more daring things. Darker feats.

She took Wyatt’s cock into her mouth,
reveling in the heat and satiny ridged smoothness of it and her
power over his body, as he gave a gasping cry and gripped at the
back of the sofa with his powerful fingers digging into the
leather. She could barely fit the head into her mouth and struggled
to take in more while working her tongue over the ridge.

She pulled back, letting her teeth bump
over it. Then took it back into her. Deeper this time, as she
figured out how to let the back of her tongue relax. Wyatt hissed
an in-drawn breath. “Jesus,” he muttered.

Mia settled into the work, her own
pleasure building as she learned what Wyatt responded to best, what
parts of his cock were the most sensitive, what types of strokes
made his cock throb the hardest, what made his hips thrust, what
made his hands dig into her hair. What made him cry, groan, and
moan.

She kept one hand curled around the
base of his shaft while she slipped the other under her panties and
gathered up a handful of her excess moisture. She smeared this
natural lubricant around his scrotum, massaging gently. Wyatt’s
groans intensified. Then she rimmed his ass and felt his cock
swell, pulsing. His hands clutch at her.

“God, Mia,” he said, his voice a
desperate croak.

She thrust her finger into his ass and
felt him clench around her. She sucked at his cock as his cum hit
the back of her throat in torrid blasts. She kept sucking as he
climaxed in waves until he was spent, then licked him clean and
released him.

He sat up, staring at her as she licked
her lips. “You’re a witch,” he said, his voice hoarse. His cock was
still hard and straight.

“I’m quite human,” she calmly.

“That was…”

“I know,” she said with a smile.

“Well, I’m not going to take that lying
down.”

“You just did,” she pointed out.

He lunged for her. She squealed and
tried to leap off the sofa but didn’t try too hard. He pinned her
down, his hands on her shoulders, his body over hers. His cock
pushed against her mons and she wriggled, as wiggling put pressure
against her clit and made it throb nicely.

She looked up at Wyatt, her heart
leaping. Even naked, he looked hard and dangerous. “So now you have
me…what are you going to do with me?” she taunted.

“I should just tear this dress off and
fuck you where you lay,” he growled.

Her pussy clenched hard at the idea.
Mia caught her breath. “Do it,” she whispered.

“Why don’t you tear her panties off
first?” Alexander suggested from behind her.

Mia moaned as delight bloomed in her.
How much had Alexander seen? How long had he been watching?

She curled her hand into Wyatt’s hair,
the other around his ass. “Do what he says,” she whispered.

Wyatt was rigid, staring over her head
to where Alexander must be. “How long have you been watching,
vampire?” he growled.

“Long enough to see you come, hunter.”
She could hear his voice as he moved around the sofa and looked up.
He had removed his coat and jacket and wore just a shirt and
trousers. Ordinary clothing, close to what he used to wear in San
Diego. He sat on the coffee table and threaded his hands together
in a non-threatening position.

Wyatt was breathing heavily. “Is it
true you were human just ten years ago?”

“Yes.” Alexander replied calmly.

“You took a bullet in the head?” Wyatt
demanded, sitting up.

“I was forcibly recruited into the gang
commission in San Diego when I was twenty-four. After eleven years
of servitude they refused my resignation. The bullet was their form
of refusal.”

Wyatt studied him. “Tough, man.”

“The toughest was protecting Mia. For
the last two years I was terrified someone might notice my
obsession with her.” Alexander smiled at her.

Mia could feel her body heat up with
that smile. It promised all sorts of things.

Wyatt glanced at her. “You left her
when you were made,” he said to Alexander.

“It was the price for the life of a
vampire—for my second chance. As a vampire, I hoped I’d be able to
make up for some of the damage I’d done as a human. Zachariah’s
clan has a strong creed, built on a philosophy of protecting
humans.”

“You guys really do mean that stuff
then. You’re not just bullshitting.”

“We really do mean it,” Alexander
responded evenly.

“Then I don’t get it…” Wyatt trailed
off.

Alexander frowned, clearly puzzled.

“He means Julie,” Mia said softly.

“Mia, no,” Wyatt said, looking at her
with a pleading expression.

Alexander looked at her for an
explanation.

“I have to,” she told Wyatt. “
We
have to. You can’t carry this anymore and the clan must learn of
it. It’s something that must be investigated by their kind.”

Wyatt slumped back.

Mia told Alexander quickly of Wyatt’s
partner’s turning and his wife’s death and how Wyatt had hunted
down the rogue vampire and killed it.

Alexander rose and sat on the sofa next
to Wyatt. “No wonder you hate us,” he said softly. “I don’t blame
you. I would have sworn a blood oath to hunt down every vampire on
the face of the earth and wipe all of them from it. You’ve shown
restraint. Tolerance. I admire you.”

“Don’t admire me. I’m so full with
fucking anger most of the time I shake with it. That’s not
tolerance.”

“If it helps, I would have killed the
rogue for you, if you hadn’t already done it.”

Wyatt looked at him. “Your own
kind?”

Alexander nodded. “Do you know how much
I regret—how much I wish, how I ache with the gnawing knowledge
that I will never have children? How it burns?” He spoke with a
low, level voice but Mia knew it was taking him huge effort to keep
that even tone. “That creature took your child away from you. I
would turn this planet inside out to find the animal for you, stake
it out and hand you the blade to take its heart, knowing what it
did to your life and what it took from you.”

Wyatt’s chest lifted unsteadily and he
took a gasping breath. Mia’s breath mirrored his. She could feel
his pain.

Alexander reached over and hugged him
and Wyatt accepted it, neither flinching, nor tensing.

Mia saw Alexander was looking at her
over Wyatt’s shoulder. His eyes seemed to be trying to tell her
something but she didn’t understand.

He let Wyatt go and spoke with his
mouth near Wyatt’s ear. “I saw what Mia did to your cock. I think I
could do better.”

Wyatt stiffened but before he could
react more, Alexander stroked his tongue over Wyatt’s neck, his
incisors just brushing the flesh.

Mia sucked in a ragged breath, her
heart pounding and her clit with it. She had never been more
aroused in her life. Her panties were completely soaked and her
thighs coated.

Alexander pushed Wyatt back against the
sofa. “Just relax. Let me do this for you,” he murmured. His mouth
moved down to Wyatt’s chest. Wyatt kept still, except for his
chest, which was rising and falling with his quickened breath. He
still had not protested, or made a move to push Alexander away,
although shock still painted his features. Alexander slid his
tongue over Wyatt’s pecs and down the center of his sternum, his
big hands gripping his waist. Wyatt’s abs clenched in response.
Alexander moved his mouth down to his lower abs and the sensitive
flesh there that quivered at his touch as he licked and
nibbled.

Wyatt groaned and shut his eyes, his
cock jerking, red and erect.

Mia moved over the sofa to Wyatt’s
side. “No, watch,” she whispered. “Watch what he’s doing. Do you
know how hot it’s making me, watching you two?”

Wyatt gasped, opening his eyes and
looking down at Alexander’s head. Alexander moved off the sofa,
separating Wyatt’s knees with his arms and settling between his
thighs. That made Wyatt catch his breath. His hand hovered over
Alexander’s head.

“Yes, guide him,” Mia coaxed. “Go on.
Like you did with me.” She squeezed her thighs together, her clit
pounding with her own building climax.

“I can feel you too,” Wyatt moaned,
glancing at her.

“Enjoy it,” she told him. “Let go,
Wyatt.”

Alexander took Wyatt’s cock in his
mouth and Wyatt bucked at the sensation, his hand gripping
Alexander’s head. “Ah, Christ!” He jerked, thrusting. His other
hand thrust out against the leather sofa cushion and the fingers
curled, digging in.

Alexander kept his fist around the base
of Wyatt’s cock, controlling the climax like a cock ring, holding
it off. His other hand massaged Wyatt’s testicles and scrotum. Alex
would know exactly where and how to stroke. He began to suck,
thrusting Wyatt’s cock in and out of his mouth.

Mia knew when Wyatt was about to come.
She could see it in the strained tendons on his powerful neck, the
way his back lifted off the sofa and the quick thrusts of his
pelvis, then the sudden stillness of his entire body except for his
cock, which pumped red, the veins throbbing.

Mia’s climax rushed through her, minor
and incomplete, fizzing across empty entrances, but it was an
orgasm, nevertheless. She hugged her arms around her as she watched
Alex bring Wyatt off. It was one of the most erotic things she had
ever witnessed. Her pulse was thready.