Alpha Vampire Romance: Vampire’s Mate (Paranormal Shapeshifter Alpha Demon Vampire Romance) (Coming of Age Werewolf BBW Shifter Women’s Fiction Short Stories) (75 page)
Authors: Rebecca Abbott
I watch as he climbs out of the booth and takes off his jacket. His arms bulge with muscle as he hands it to me. Keeping his eyes on the men, he speaks in a whisper that is just loud enough for me to hear what he is saying.
“There is a .357 in left inside pocket. If something happens to me, you pull that gun and get the hell out of here.”
“Okay.” My voice is shaking with fear, but Jonathan seems to be calm and that gives me hope. I reach a hand inside of the pocket he specified and sure enough there is a handgun in there. I like the feel of the cold steel and rubber grip against my hand so I keep my hand on it for right now.
Harry and his group of three stand up and start across the bar toward Jonathan. Instead of standing his ground he stalks toward them with his head down and his hands up. He isn’t making a fist. His hands are open slightly so he can grapple. The first man to reach Jonathan is a short man, but he is absolutely huge. A lot of it is fat, but there is very clearly loads of muscle there. The fat man swings at Jonathan with a grin on his face. Jonathan ducks the blow and hits the fat man under the chin with an uppercut. The impact of the punch sounds like a board smacking concrete. His eyes cross and he hits the floor with a thud.
Jonathan steps over his first attacker and continues walking toward the others. Another man runs at him with his hands held out. At the last second Jonathan ducks and grabs the man’s arm. He whirls the man around and throws him at the bar with enough force to knock bottles off the shelf on the wall behind the bar.
Harry barks a command and the two men standing by the door with clubs in their hand’s start for Jonathan. My mouth is open to shout, but he sees them and turns. The first one to reach him swings his club overhand at Jonathan’s head, but he sidesteps and the swing misses. A single right hand to the jaw and now there is only one man with a club. Jonathan grunts as he blocks the club with his arm. He grabs the man by the face and pulls him in close. With the club he smacks the man in the side of the head and the man’s knees buckle.
Harry turns to the only companion he has left and sees what everyone else in the bar has noticed already. The man with a club at the back of the bar and the man that had been sitting at the table with Harry are making a run for the back door. They hit the door running and don’t look back. Jonathan starts for Harry, but the man holds his hands up.
“I’m sorry mister.”
“I know you’re sorry, but that don’t make up for the fact that you called her a bitch. Now put up your hands or I’ll beat you like a dog where you stand.”
“Mister. I said I was sorry now please leave me alone.”
“Fine. Like a dog it is.”
Jonathan takes a step toward him and Harry pulls a handgun from his pocket. I begin to slide out of the bench, but Jonathan holds up a hand and motions for me to stay put. He takes a step toward Harry and the man cocks the gun. The sound is loud in the bar now that the jukebox is off and not a soul is talking.
“You’ve got two choices.” Jonathan’s voice is a low growl. “Drop the gun and take your ass whipping or keep it and I’ll break your arm and then whip your ass.”
“You talk big for a man who...”
Harry is halfway through his sentence when Jonathan makes his move. He darts forward and grabs Harry’s wrist in a grip so hard that I can hear the bones crack from across the bar. A scream emits from his throat and raises in crescendo as Jonathan brings his hand up under the man’s elbow. The arm snaps and before Harry can scream again Jonathan hits him three times in the nose and mouth with his right hand. He lets the man fall to the floor and puts the handgun in his pocket. He motions for me to come to him and addresses the room.
“You all saw it. They started all the trouble. Not us. Now we’re going to walk out of here and no one is going to stop us. Are they?”
Every head in the bar shakes that they aren’t and we leave. I climb onto the motorcycle behind him and he pulls out in a hurry so that we can be gone before the cops show up. Minutes later we pull up in front of my house.
“Thank you for doing what you did back there,” I say as I climb off the motorcycle.
My heart is beating like a drum in my chest already from the excitement of the night, so it nearly explodes when he turns and grabs me as I climb off the bike and pulls me in for a kiss.
*****
At first I’m not sure if this is what I want, but either bad judgement because of alcohol, years of longing to do this, or the sheer excitement of it makes me kiss him back. I slide my tongue past his lips and taste the scotch he was drinking at the bar mingled with beer as my tongue works over his own. His big, strong hands move under my shirt and find my breasts. He begins to massage my breasts as his thumbs play with my nipple, making them grow rock hard. I pull back from the kiss my breath coming in gasps.
“We should go inside.”
He nods his head. “I agree.”
In one smooth motion he lifts me up and gets off his motorcycle. As I mentioned before, I’m not little in the least, but he handles me like I’m a child. He carries me to the door. I unlock it and open it up. Once we are inside the house, he kicks the door closed and lays me down on the couch. He crawls on top of me and we continue to make out. His hands rove over my body, drawing moans from me. We rip our clothes off down to the underwear. I can see that he is hard even through his boxers. He starts kissing my neck. All around my neck he kisses and then he moves to my breasts, kissing and caressing them with his mouth and tongue. He swirls his tongue around each nipple until I shudder with joy. Before long I am practically begging him to touch me between the legs. He grins and waggles a finger at me. Working down from my breasts, he kisses my stomach in a line down to my crotch, but when he gets there he skips it and covers my inner thighs in kisses.
I can no longer take it so I grab him by the head and press his face into my crotch. The feel of him there drives me wild as he grabs my panties in his teeth and rips them off of me. He goes to work with his tongue and I lose control. Arching my back I try to push his head in closer as he brings me close to orgasm. My breathing quickens and I know I am about to climax. Just before I do, he pulls back and runs his hands up my body.
On his knees he reaches to pulls down his boxers, but I am through waiting. I sit up and yank his boxers down around his knees. His freed penis springs up and stands at attention. From somewhere he pulls out a condom and rips off the wrapper. I take the condom from him and slowly roll it down his length. I playfully bite the tip once the condom is on and he sucks in air through his teeth. He grabs me by the shoulders and lays me back on the couch. Very slowly he enters me and I shudder. My god, he is huge! He begins to thrust into me slowly. I run my hands over his hard body. Over his shoulders and arms. Over his pecs and abs. I’ve waited for this moment for so long and now it is finally here. As he picks up the speed of his thrust, I feel that I am about to climax. Never have I had an orgasm this quick, but I’m about to.
I want to yell as I begin to climax. Jonathan redoubles his efforts and I let a scream. I throw my head back as the orgasm rocks throughout my whole body. For a split second I feel as if my head is going to explode from the intense waves of pleasure, and then he grunts loudly. I feel him climax as well and he slows to a stop. He rolls off me, but we are on the couch and he had nowhere to go.
He hits the floor with a thud. “Oof!”
“Are you alright?” I roll onto my side and ask him.
“Yeah. I forgot we weren’t on a bed.” He sits up and rubs the side of his head where it hit the floor. “Damn that hurt.”
“I bet it did,” I giggle. He stands up, disposes of his condom in the trash, and sits beside me.
“What we just did.” He turns to me. “Was that wrong?”
“Did it feel wrong to you?” I know that it didn’t to me. It felt like the most right thing I have ever done.
“Yeah. It felt right.”
“I don’t see why it would be wrong. We’re not really related or nothing, but if this is to continue you can’t keep calling me Sis.” I figure that it would be best even if it does turn me on a little.
“Continue?” he asks. He looks at me with a quizzical expression.
“I thought you could move in and we could see where this goes.”
“I’d like that.” He grins at me. “But I don’t want to pressure you into something that you don’t want to do.”
“Oh believe me. You’re not pressuring me into doing anything.” I lay my hand on his naked thigh. I can’t believe how comfortable I am around him while being naked. Usually I’m nervous when I’m around a man naked. Not that it happens a lot, but this time I don’t even notice. He takes my hand and gives it a squeeze.
“How about round two, Sis?”
I shake my head, but in truth I’m more turned on now that I was ten minutes ago. I slide off the couch and get on my knees in front of him. To my surprise he is already rock hard again and he hasn’t had two minutes rest. I take him into my mouth and he groans. Working up and down the length of him I relish the taste and the way he feels. He lays a hand on the back of my head and guides me. I feel him about to climax so I double my efforts using both my hands and my mouth. He thrusts his hips forward with a moan of pleasure and orgasms.
He bends over and pulls me to my feet. With his hands on my shoulders he gently pushes me down onto the couch and kneels between my legs. I’m already wet when he starts to use his tongue on me.
“Just like that,” I tell him as a grasp at his hair and twist it up in my hand. I let out a moan as he slips one finger and then another inside of me. My body aches with pleasure as he plays with me. My god he is good at what he is doing down there. I arch my back as my body begins to shudder and tremble. My orgasm rocks me from the bottom of my feet to the top of my head. A scream escapes my lips and for a brief second I hope that the neighbors don’t call the cops or something like that, but then Jonathan goes back to playing with me and I forget all about them. We take turns with each other for most of the rest of the night and as morning dawns we fall asleep on the couch.
The next day I wake up around noon and sit up on the couch to the sound of someone moving things around in my kitchen. I’m worried enough for a second that I look around for my purse and the handgun within before I realize that Jonathan stayed the night. The events of last night come flooding back to me and a smile spreads across my face.
Getting off the couch, I saunter into the kitchen naked and find him standing in front of the coffee maker with two cups on the counter in front of him. He is naked as well and a thought pops into my mind. I pad up to him as quietly as I can in the hopes of giving his naked buttocks a good pinch, but he hears me and turns before I get anywhere near him. A smile blooms under his beard.
“Good morning.” He motions to the coffee maker. “I thought you might want a cup too.”
“Sounds divine. Did you use the new beans from Costa Rica?”
“I did. Are they any good?”
“The best I’ve ever had and they’ve got enough caffeine in them to kill a horse.”
“After last night I need something to start my engines.” He puts an arm around me and pulls me close. “You wore me out.”
I feel only love for the big man holding me. Right then I know that I never want this moment to end.
“You did pretty well yourself,” I say. I take the poured cup of coffee he hands me and take a small sip. “Are you staying for a while or do you have to go?”
He takes a long drink of his coffee and somehow it doesn’t burn him or if it does he takes no notice of it. “I think I might stick around for a while. Good coffee. Nice house. A beautiful woman. Man could get used to it.”
“Then get used to it quick and stay.”
“I think I will.”
THE END
Sirens wailing, the fire truck pulled up on the street that had begun to fill with emergency vehicles. Gabriel leapt down from the truck and made a dash for the burning house ahead of the rest of his squad. They let him go as they always did. Each man in the squad knew better than to try and stop him anymore. Everyone in Firehouse 54 thought that it was for the thrills and the adrenaline rush, but it wasn’t.
Gabriel was looking for something that would kill him.
Ever since his partner Brent had died Gabriel found that he didn’t much care if he lived or died. He looked for reasons to keep on living, but he couldn’t really find any apart from helping those in need as he and Brent always had. He figured that if he died while helping someone else it would be a good death and an end to the nightmare of living a life without his partner and best friend.
The house was a roaring inferno when his squad arrived on the scene, but they had just received a radio transmission from the chief who was already on the scene. The chief told them that a bystander claimed there was another person in the building on the top floor. The other firefighters waited until they were on the scene to completely suit up, but Gabriel had done so in the truck on the way over so that he was ready when they pulled up.
The door was closed, but he lowered a muscular shoulder and slammed into it at a full-out run. The door shattered inwards off the hinges as he hit it full force. He used his momentum to leap the first five steps of the stair case. He landed hard and began to run up the stairs, taking them three at a time with his long legs. Heat baked him inside his suit, but he shrugged it off like it was nothing. In fact, if you asked anyone in Squad 54 they would say that Gabriel was almost immune to heat. They would tell you stories of how the man had walked through solid walls of fire to get to people in need.
He rounded the corner of the stairs at a run and continued up. The building was only five floors tall, but running up five floors in full gear that weighed more than sixty pounds was not an easy task. Gabriel seemed to ignore the weight of his equipment entirely as he ran up the stairs three at a time until he reached the last floor of the building.
The fire had started on the fourth floor and the fifth was a raging inferno. Flames roared all around him as he made his way down the hall. Boards creaked and groaned in the ceiling and the floor as the flames compromised their structural integrity. Halfway down the hall Gabriel began to yell.
“Fire department! Call out!”
Over and over he yelled the same phrase to try and grab the attention of the person that was supposed to still be up here. He strained his ears for the sound of someone calling out, but nothing came to him. Further down the hall he repeated the call, but still no sounds other than those of the building as it collapsed around him. He made it to the door at the end of the hall and yelled one last time.
“Fire department! Call out!”
He started to turn around, but the smallest of sounds stopped him in his tracks. He yelled out once more and stood still, his ears strained to hear the noise again. The noise came again. The sound had been a woman moaning. He pinpointed that the sound had come from behind the door on his left. He thumped on the door with his hand as hard as he could and called out.
“Stand back from the door! Stand back!”
The roar of the fire made it hard to hear yourself think let alone the commands of someone on the other side of a door, but he hoped the woman had heard him. He took a step back and slammed a kick against the door just under the knob with all his might. If you asked his fellow squad members, they would tell you that no one could break down a door like Gabriel. This time proved to be just as easy as the times before. The door flew back, the top hinge broken and the jam was hurled into the room.
His eyes roved over the room in search of the source of the noise and then he spotted it. A silver blanket in the corner of the room near the window. He rushed across the room and pulled up the edge of the fireproof blanket. Afraid of what he would find he pulled back the blanket anyway and was pleasantly surprised when the wide-eyed stare of a woman came into view. Her face was blackened by soot, but otherwise she seemed to be alright.
“I’m gonna get you out of here!”
She nodded her head and tried to speak, but coughs racked through her body. Gabriel reacted without thinking of his own safety. He pulled off his mask, something a firefighter was never supposed to do and placed it over the woman’s face. He made her hold the mask in place since he didn’t have time to fix the straps to fit her head. The air was filled with smoke and it tasted bad, but otherwise it bothered him not in the least.
“I’ve got to lift you to get you out of here! Okay!”
She shook her head and yelled back at him. “You can’t!”
She threw back the blanket and right away he could see why she thought that he couldn’t lift her. She was a short, heavyset woman. Maybe two hundred pounds, probably a little less because she was short. He guessed in his head. Nothing that he couldn’t lift without a problem.
“Stop worrying! Let’s go!”
Before she could protest any more he reached out and lifted her into his arms like a man carrying his bride on his wedding night. Her eyes widened ever more behind the mask as he handled her as easily as he would have a young child. He raced out of the room as the ceiling began to collapse. The squeal of wood on wood resounded throughout the house as it began to fall apart beneath his feet.
He could vaguely hear the Chief as he yelled for him to ‘get his ass out of there now’ in the earpiece connected to his mask that was now on the woman. He ignored the voice and focused on running down the stairs. His long legs held firm as he ran down the stairwell at a breakneck pace. One slip and they would both be in a world of hurt, but he had no choice. The house had begun break up. With a grunt he leapt the railing on the last landing and hit the floor on bent knees. Boards rained down around him and the woman in his arms and he ran for the door. Just as they reached the door the house gave out a tremendous groan, shuddered on its foundation, and toppled inward. Gabriel leapt through the door and landed on his back with the woman still held tightly in his arms as the house crumbled behind him.
He rolled over and got to his knees as the paramedics rushed forward with a stretcher and oxygen. He laid the woman on the stretcher and took back his mask. She reached a hand out to him, but he turned away and started for the fire truck. For those few seconds inside the burning house he had been alive like he hadn’t been in years, but now it was over and all he felt was hollow and empty. The Chief laid a hand on his shoulder.
“That woman wants to thank you Gabe.”
“Have Romeo take the thanks for me Chief.” Gabriel said and shrugged off the Chief’s hand as he continued to the fire truck.
The Chief was a good man, but he just didn’t get it. Gabriel didn’t want to be thanked. He had saved her because it was his job and a dragon always does the job put before him no matter how hard or what the outcome was and he knew all about bad outcomes. He knew about those all too well.
*****
Like all dragon shifters Gabriel’s parents left him in a nest stocked with food before he hatched. It wasn’t that they didn’t love him or want to see him be born. None of that had anything to do with it. It’s just the way it was and has been for a millennium. For four months he incubated in his egg with no knowledge of his surroundings. He didn’t even know that the dragon that was to be his best friend and partner was right next to him. Male dragons stay in pairs for their whole lives. No matter what. There are no female dragon shifters only males. When the males choose a mate they must choose carefully for each dragon can only produce offspring once in their lifetimes and dragons live a long, long time.
After four months Gabriel broke free from his shell encrusted prison and had his first look at the world. He is already the size of a toddler thanks to the nutrients gathered from the sun. The egg was small in the beginning, barely bigger than the palm of a hand, but before he was finished hatching it had grown to the size of a beach ball.
He turned his head from side to side and took in the world around him. All he could see were the walls of the nest, a huge black oval-shaped egg, and nearly a ton of canned food and dried meats. Hunger exploded inside him as he looked at the dried meat. He tried to stand, but his legs wouldn’t support his weight just yet, so he crawled over to the meat and grabbed a handful. As he stuffed it in his mouth and began to chew he heard cracking sounds. The other egg had begun to hatch.
Small groans escaped the egg as the youngling inside tried to get out. A bulge formed near the top and moments later the egg split and Brent came into the world. Gabriel didn’t know his nest brother’s name yet, nor did he know his own, but right away he felt a bond for the being before him. He grabbed a double handful of the meat and carried it over to the egg. When he held the meat out Brent snatched it away and shoved it into this mouth with gusto.
Unable to talk they nonetheless, formed a language of their own made of grunts, mewls, and a rudimentary ability to read each other’s minds. The bond they formed was an unbreakable one and when the time came for them to leave the nest and find their way in the world they did so together, knowing the whole time that they would always have the other at their back for support and protection.
That had been well over two hundred years ago and now Gabriel was alone. It had only been a few years, but to him each day seemed like an eternity.
~~~
Gabriel rode back to the firehouse in quiet as he did after every call. The men had thought it was shyness at first, but had soon come to realize that he just didn’t like to talk. They let him have his space out of respect. He was the best damned firefighter any one of them had ever seen.
When they reached the firehouse he climbed down from the truck and stripped off his clothes in front of his stall. Once they were hung up and what needed to be washed was thrown in the huge bin for washing he went to his bunk and laid down with his hands over his eyes.
He found that every time after he helped someone he thought of his brother. He couldn’t help it. With his hands over his eyes he pretended to be asleep, but if anyone wanted to look close enough they could see the tears that rolled down the sides of his face and wetted the pillow.
The rest of the day went by pretty uneventful and when his shift was over Gabriel did the same thing he did every night. He went to the bar, got fall down drunk, and stumbled back to the firehouse where he crashed on the bed. This routine continued for a week before anything interrupted it.
Gabriel lay on his back on the bench and hefted the weights into the air once more with a groan. The weight should have been too much for a man of his size, but he lifted it with relative ease. At two hundred and ten pounds he had the strength of a man twice that size. He stared to bring the weights back down to his chest, but a hand guided the bar to the rack. Puzzled, he opened his eyes and saw Randall Mullen, whom the whole squad called Romeo because of his way with the ladies, face appear.
“What is it Romeo?” He asked, a little annoyed.
“You’ve got a visitor Gabe.”
“Tell ‘em I’m not here.”
“That’s just the thing. She’s standing right over there.” Romeo pointed to the corner of the living area at a woman who stood there with her purse clutched to her chest. “She insisted that she be let in to see if you were here or not. I figured that she wouldn’t be able to notice you without your suit and mask on, but she picked you right out.”
“Tell her I’ve been called away and I’ll slip out.” Gabriel said as he sat up and wiped the sweat from his face with a towel.
“I won’t Gabe. I’ll do a lot of things for you man, but I don’t see why it would hurt for you to talk to this woman. All she wants to do is thank you for saving her life the other day. I think it’ll do you some good to get some human interaction for once.”
“What the hell do you know about it?” He mumbled as he got up from the bench and walked toward the woman with the towel over his shoulder.
*****
Samantha Nate reached out a nervous hand to the man that had saved her life no more than a week ago. It wasn’t that the man before her had saved her life. That wasn’t why she was nervous. It was his beauty. His chiseled features. Even under his unkept facial hair she could see that his jaw line was long and elegant and ended in a strong chin. His hair was long and golden. His eyes were green, but they were like no other green eyes she had ever seen in her life. They seemed to glow with an inner light that she couldn’t understand. He wore only pants and a towel draped over his shoulder and right away she could see how he had been able to lift her like an infant. His chest and shoulders were broad and bulged with corded muscle. He had a stomach that looked to her like you could grate cheese on it.
As he took her offered hand a jolt of excitement ran through her. Don’t be silly, she told herself, a man like that wouldn’t even take the time of day to look at a woman like you. When she pulled away her hand, she realized how warm his had been. Like he had just held them over a fire or heater on high. She fumbled in her head for the words she had practiced. In the car on the way over she had said them a thousand times, but now they eluded her. Finally, she found her voice.