Black Heart: Coeur de Sade (Black Heart Series) (18 page)

            He was nervous again.

            "She's naked, bound hand, and foot, and you don't have sex with her?"

            "I told you she's not interested in me that way," he said.  Was that a hint of regret?  Roger wasn’t saying
he
wasn't interested in her.  "Mostly, she just likes to be spanked or otherwise abused by other women."  He looked me up and down.  "Would you like me to show you?"

            I slanted a "You've got to be kidding" look at him.  He wasn't kidding.  The prospect of tying me up had him highly aroused.  Even though his arousal excited my libido, I was not going to submit to bondage.

            "Perhaps we should get to know each other better before we talk about tying anyone up," I said.  I gave him a sultry smile.  "Let's see how the coming day in your bed works out first.  Okay?"

            "Sure," he said.

            Roger was happy.  I refused his offer of a bondage lesson, but left the possibility open for the future.  It wasn't going to happen, but he didn't know that.  Who said I didn't know how to please a man?

            I looked at the threadbare couch and prayed his coffin was in better shape.  I haven't seen it yet.  It was too late to go home.

            "Shall we retire?" I said, and headed for the master bedroom.

            The master bedroom proved to be in better condition than I feared.  Not much, but it looked clean.  He had a good queen-sized bed, white cotton sheets and no bedspread.  The sheets were rumpled.  Like the living room there were no decorations at all.  Just a bed, a straight back chair and a chest of drawers occupied that room.  No dirty clothes on the floor.  The master bath was small and clean.

            Roger closed and locked the bedroom door.

            "No coffin?" I said.  I looked up.  The coming day was already beginning to bear down upon me.  Now I was afraid.  "How do you make it though the day without a coffin?"

            I hurried over to the closet as he stripped.  It was large and stuffed with clothes and knickknacks.  No coffin.  No mattress.  Nothing to indicate anyone ever slept in there.  I slept in a closet in lieu of a coffin before moving in with Desiree, but the closeness of the walls kinda gave me the same sense of security as a coffin.

            "I hate coffins," he said.  I noticed he had a very nice erection.  Nothing to be ashamed in that department.  "I sleep in a bed, like normal people."

            I slanted a worried look at him, then at the window.  It wouldn't take much to smash that window, and I'd be dust in the wind seconds later.

            He disdained anything remotely connected to vampirism.  Roger was trying real hard to act normal, to be normal.  Well, except for that whole S&M kinky thing he had going with my sister.

            Roger sensed my fear.  I'm sure he could smell it.  Fear, one of many aphrodisiacs for vampires.  His pheromones saturated the air as he smiled darkly and moved in on me.  I bet he didn't even realize what he was doing.  It was instinct.

            It was getting harder and harder to ignore his erection.  My eyes kept going back, mouth watering, belly filled with butterflies at the prospect.

            "It's dangerous.  I know," Roger said, easing up close and stroking my hair gently.

            His fingers brushed my neck, and I jumped.  I realized I was panting, whether from fear of sunlight incineration or of Roger's sudden dominance, I don't know.  I licked my lips and looked up into his hungry eyes.  Feral eyes, like I'd seen in the werewolves.  Eyes that ripped through me.

            "Antoinette," I whispered.  He had the same power as Antoinette.  I was helpless.  The knowledge that I couldn't refuse him anything sent a cold chill through me, that immediately turn to flaming desire.  "Bastard.  You knew."

            "Knew what, Sable?  Antoinette?  I don't know anyone by that name," he said, and licked his lips hungrily.  I instantly wanted to kiss him.  "Is she your lover?"

            "Oh," I said, feeling his hand cup a breast.  I offered up my lips, and he accepted.  "Uuummmm."

            His hands roamed around all the curves of my body.  Roger moved me toward the bed.  I caught myself from falling back onto it, ending up with one knee on the bed and the other foot on the floor.  Releasing my lips, he moved behind me and pushed me until I was bent over.

            "You are so beautiful," Roger said.  I felt his erect penis pressing against my hot, tingling nether lips.  Without thought I reached down and guided him in.  He pushed in slowly, steadily.  "So damn beautiful."

            It felt so damned good.  There was nothing like that initial penetration, the feeling of being stretched, of being filled.  I was pretty sure his vampire magic was making it feel even better.

            "Uuuggh," I groaned.  "Hello, baby."

            I so wanted him to bite me.  But Roger filed his fangs down long ago.  He wouldn't let me bite him, either.  So frustrating.  Thankfully, when he began a long, hard stroke in and out of me I was able to forget my raging blood hunger.

            "Think about your wings," he whispered hoarsely into my ear.  "Think about them now."

            "I...I can't with what you are doing to me," I said, gasping.  I just wanted to close my eyes and savor every second of our sexplay.

            "This is the best time, when your vampiric senses and powers are at their highest," he said, starting to pound away at me harder and faster.  Vampires were the best!  "Sex invigorates, stimulates all of your powers.  Now is the time to envision them upon you, see and
feel
them growing huge and majestic."  He pressed his thumbs into my back, between my shoulder blades.  "Here!"

            Then he grabbed both of my boobs from behind, and squeezed them tight.  I felt him come inside me.  Roger groaned wantonly, then laughed.

            "See the monster you've unleashed," Roger hissed, after jerking my head back by the hair.  "I could kill a mortal when aroused.  This is the reason I do not seduce your sister or any other mortal woman."

            He pulled out, and I whimpered.  Pulling me off the bed by my hair, he held me on my tiptoes facing him.  He smiled cruelly, and sent his erotic power through me.  Wave after waver of icy cold sexual bliss.

            "Aaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeee!" I cried, paralyzed with pleasure beyond comprehension.

CHAPTER 11

            It was a long day.  Roger reveled in his power over me.  I wasn’t complaining.  Nope, not one complaint from me.  Only the late and unlamented Yuri had that kind of power over me.  And the hated Antoinette.  But all good things must end, and five minutes after sunset Roger kicked me out.  He had to go to work.

            Since twilight was still pretty light out for comfort’s sake, I retreated to my Mustang and curled up on the front seat until I felt it was dark enough to venture forth.   Didn’t take long.  Once the sun vanished over the horizon I moved quickly.

            Desiree was waiting at the door.  She didn’t look pleased.

            “Look at you.  Perfectly fine,” she said, seething.  “Let me guess?  Battery died on your phone?  No other phones around to
call
me.”

            “Oh.  Sorry,” I said.  “You’re right, I should’ve called.”

            She ground her teeth, then tears began to roll down her cheeks.

            “Another vampire suicided,” she croaked out.  “All anyone knew was she was black-haired and wore black latex.  I thought it was you.”

            Next thing I knew her arms were flung around my neck and her legs around my waist, as she hugged me tight and cried.  I felt three inches tall.  Who said vampires were incapable of feeling guilt and shame?

            “It's okay, Desiree.  I’m fine,” I said.

            Pangs of guilt or not, such close contact and raging emotions did a number on my state of arousal.  Vampires couldn’t fight our unholy urges very well, or very long.  Roger kicked me out without breakfast, so I was hungry and getting horny on top of that.  Not good for Desiree, despite what she might think about it.

            “I haven’t fed yet,” I said in warning.  In response she locked smoldering eyes on me, and then offered her neck.  “I can’t.  Damn you, Desiree, you know it is too soon for you to give blood again.”

            Boney taught me to give a fang whore two weeks to recover from every feeding of a pint or more.  A week back Desiree had joined in a gang feeding with Clive Honeywell and some of his evil vamps.  I don’t know how much blood she lost, and neither did she.  On top of that, my vampiric instincts had gotten the better of me twice since moving in with her, and I fed.  Shameful, I know.  But she did not make it easy.

            “You are such a fang slut,” I said, prying her off me.  “You scare me, Desiree.  I’m afraid you’ll die from being too generous with your blood.”

            “Well, if I do die, hopefully someone will have the decency to reanimate me,” she said, smirking.  She so expected me to Change her into a vampire.  “Don’t you think I’d make a great vampire?”

            “Probably.  You’re sucking the life out of me.”

            “Aaii!  Bitch!” she cried, laughing and clapping her hands.  She took me by the hand and led me into the house.  “Come on.  I’ll get your breakfast.”

            “About time.  Who does a nice vampire girl have to sleep with to get a pint of blood around here anyways?” I said.

            “Me.”

            “Ah.  Shame you have to work, otherwise I’d rock your world, babe,” I said.

            “I don’t work tonight,” Desiree said, face lighting up with animal hunger.

            “What?” I said.  She was wearing a slinky, barely there wisp of a red top, braless, black leather micro mini of the skimpiest kind and black Mary Jane’s with a two inch platform and six inch heels.  Looked like she was dressed for work to me.  “This is your everyday wear?”

            “Of course.  What’s wrong with it?”

            I refrained from blurting out my first thought — Wanna list?  Desiree wasn't easy to offend, but I didn't want to push it.  Beside, my usual attire wasn't much better of late.

            She led me straight to the kitchen.  The air was thick with the smell of coffee.  I wasn't a coffee person, but Desiree couldn't live without it.  Desiree kept a bowl of M&Ms for me in the center island.  A handful of the candy-coated chocolate filled my mouth immediately.

            "If you'll chop up a potato I'll start the bacon," she said.

            "Sure," I said.

            I found the largest potato in the bag, and started peeling it.  The phone rang just as I got started.  I answered.

            "Sable!" Gabe cried. "You're alive."

            "Why shouldn't I be?"

            "Oh, no reason," he said sheepishly.  I continued to peel.  "I saw there was a vampire suicide, and she met your description, and..."

            "Uh-huh," I said. "Not me.  But thanks for worrying about me."

            "No problem...," he said, and my phone beeped.  Another call.  I frowned.  Didn't these people know what time it was?  Very early for a vampire.  I looked at the display, and saw it was Dane.

            "Can I call you back?  This call is important," I said.

            "Sure."

            "Dane," I said, clicking over.  "What a surprise."

            "Thank God you're alive," he said, the relief in his voice making my heart soar.  "I saw...I mean, I thought..."

            Bacon was sizzling in the pan before I finished.  I moved to the island and started cutting up and then dicing the potato.

            "You thought I was dead."

            "Yeah."

            "Not yet," I said with obnoxious cheer.  "Have you found out anything on the werewolf yet?"

            "No," he said, sounding disgusted.  He gave me a long list of problems and insults he endured during his search.  "Are you doing any better?"

            "Not much better."  Of course, I spent most of the night in bed, first with Gabe and then with Roger.  I silently vowed to make it up to him. "I did get three names of werewolves with Fritz in their names — Fritz Simmons, Fritz Rotmensen, and Alfred Fritz-Haeg."

            "Great.  That helps."

            By that time the potato was diced down to size and Desiree had the bacon between paper towels to soak up the excess grease.  I was falling behind.

            "I have to go, babe," I said.  "If I find anything else I'll let you know first thing.  Love ya, bye."

            Desiree was cracking eggs into the pan.  I watched in amazement.  I always broke the yoke.

            "Over easy, please," I said.  She liked her yoke cooked solid.  Yuck.  I had to keep an eye on her.  "Just two."

            "Whatev," she said, shaking her head.  “Call your sister.”

            “Sabrina or Yvette?”

            “Sabrina.  She called worried that you committed suicide,” she said.  “I told it wasn’t you, but she is still rattled.  Call her.”

            Satisfied my eggs would be cooked to order, I went and set the small breakfast nook table.  Jeff called to ensure it wasn't me that suicided.  Did everyone that knew me think I killed myself?  I quickly convinced him that I was still healthily undead and that I was hard at work looking for the vampire killer.

            Since the phone was in hand, I called Sabrina.  Her relief warmed my heart, making my throat tight and hard to speak.  She was the only member of the family to call, but she was the only one with the house number.  I lost my cell at the mall.  Only the people I’ve called on the cell the council gave me had my number, if they had caller ID.

            I got a small glass of orange juice for Desiree, and a large glass of blood for me, while I spoke to Sabrina.  I could tell she was a nervous wreck, and my call helped her a lot.  Reluctantly, I set catsup on the table.  Just in time, too, for Desiree came in and set our plates on the table.