Blood Song (13 page)

Grace hugged him. “A bigger miracle than being half-human again? Eating human food? Going six months without losing control to your blood lust?” She held his face in her hands. “You’re a miracle in every way, Ethan. You saved me.”

“We saved each other.”

“That’s true, we did. Not that I’m any closer to understanding what happened than I ever was.”

He grinned. “We’ve got plenty of time to figure it out. I like your friend Roz’s
twin souls
theory, myself.”

She slid her fingers across his broad chest. “And being able to have sex without killing you is a pretty big deal for me, too.”

“Speaking of sex.” He gave a wicked grin, and nodded toward the office door. They’d rearranged the office to make room for a bed. “You know I need to connect with you—no pun intended—after every session to maintain my zen vibe.”

“Mmm. I’m getting all wet and squishy just thinking about it.” She tugged him inside the other room, next to the bed. “Seduce me, oh half-undead one.” She looked down at her breasts. “My nipples are so hard they ache. I think they need a little healing...”

He opened her blouse and unsnapped her bra, which hooked in the front. Her breasts sprang free, nipples large and pink. Leaning down, he spent several seconds licking one breast and then the other before sucking a nipple into his mouth. He caressed it with his tongue and moaned. His hand stroked her bare leg all the way up to her hip, before detouring to explore her ass.

Grace grabbed his silky long hair, holding him in place. Not that she had much experience for comparison, but she’d never imagined sex could be like it was with Ethan. Every cell in her body vibrated with need. He’d transformed her libido, and all she could think about was sex with the half-vampire. “My knees are getting weak. I’m going to fall down any minute now.” She let herself drop backward onto the mattress, taking him with her.

He laughed and jumped off the bed. “I promise to strip for you slowly tomorrow, but right now I need to get naked so I can finish your seduction.” He kicked off his shoes, pulled his John Lennon T-shirt over his head and tossed it onto the floor. His jeans came off next. Since neither of them wore underpants anymore to save time, he now stood before her in all his nude glory, his erection hard and ready. He pulled her skirt down by the elastic waist and tossed it.

She drank him in with her gaze, loving his muscular shoulders, smooth chest and lean hips. His mouth was a pleasure vortex. Sex had become not only a transcendent experience, but a necessity to keep each of them steady. She didn’t know how long they could maintain their multiple-orgasms-per-day routine, but she would enjoy it while it lasted. Ethan’s new healing abilities had increased with time, and her skills kept morphing into new directions. She recently helped a couple conceive, long distance, by chanting while they listened via speaker phone. Who knew what she and Ethan could do together in the future?

Giving her another wicked grin, he crawled on the bed. His emerald eyes sparkled.

Shifting her attention back to the gorgeous man licking his way up her body, she sighed as he parted her legs. He hooked his arms under her knees and lifted them, spreading her wider.

“Do you want me to make you come?” He brought his face near her folds, his breath warm, which happened more regularly since he began healing people.

“Yes.” She arched her hips.

“Patience, woman. Say it.”

“I want you to make me come.”

“Did anyone ever please you like I do?”

He stroked his tongue along her clitoris and she bucked. Holding her legs tighter, he stroked faster, longer.

“Oh. My. God! Nobody. Ever.”

The orgasm slammed through her, leaving her trembling and already yearning for more. That’s how it always was with them. No matter how many times they made love, it wasn’t enough.

He slid up her body to press their lips together, tongues exploring.

She wrapped her legs around him and rubbed herself against his rock-hard cock.

“Should I make you come again?” His voice oozed sensuality. He poked against her opening, sliding an inch of himself inside.

“Oh, yes.” She jerked her hips up and took him all the way in.

He stretched her arms over her head and entwined their fingers, stroking slowly, torturing her. “You just want me for my body.” He slowed his motion.

“No! Don’t stop. I don’t
just
want you for your body.”

“Tell me what you want.” He began to move faster.

“I want you.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” She felt another orgasm building.

“Why?”

“Because you’re a sex god, you’re funny, you’re gorgeous, you sing like an angel... and because I think I love you.”

“You think? When did that happen?”

She glanced at her watch. “About five minutes ago.” She laughed.

“Well, that works out perfectly because I
know
I love you.” He thrust harder. “And we’ll be together forever.”

She wasn’t sure what forever meant for them, since his vampirism had been changing her as much as she’d transformed him. Each time he took a little blood from her, she became... more.

They climaxed together.

He kissed her before rolling onto his side.

“I’d be lying if I said I had a clue about anything. How can it keep getting better? The orgasms are astounding, I can walk in the sun, I only need small amounts of blood, I can heal with my voice, and all my vampire abilities are still in place. What the hell am I?”

“I don’t know, Ethan. But whatever you are, you’re mine.”

“Good answer.” He circled her nipple with a finger. “So, what should we do now? Work on a song? Take a walk? Watch TV? Play Scrabble?”

“Well, we
could
do those things.” She slid her hand down his stomach and gripped his half-hard erection. “Or not.”

He groaned. “Definitely not.”

“Have your way with me, Dracula.”

“My pleasure.”

They laughed.

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Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist series (in order):

Devereux: The Night Before Kismet

The Vampire Shrink

Until Death Do Us Part

Sex in a Coffin

Blood Therapy

Other paranormal tales:

Diary of a Narcissistic Bloodsucker

Undead in the City

Vampires! A Bundle of Bloodsuckers

Blood Song

Dream Vampire
(by Lauren J. Hunter)

Read on for a sample from:

Blood Therapy

and

The Vampire Shrink

Book #2: Kismet Knight, Vampire Psychologist series

Reaching out to an old friend...

A half-hour later I sat at my desk, drinking coffee, and eating a banana-nut muffin, while I fired up my laptop.

Since I was willing to do anything that might help my situation, I’d put the diamond cross back on after my shower, along with the pentagram necklace. I should have felt relatively safe because the sun was out, but I no longer had any pretense of thinking I knew what was, or wasn’t, possible in the world of the vampires.

I toyed with the cross, grabbed my phone, called Alan’s cell, and went to voice mail.

“Hey, Alan. It’s Kismet. I need to talk to you. Please call me back as soon as you can. It’s important. You have all my numbers. Bye.”

Last we’d spoken, he was still in Sedona following Lucifer’s trail of drained bodies, while at the same time continuing his search for his mother – his mother the vampire. On Halloween, he’d told me his childhood story of her disappearance. He’d never gotten over her abandonment and had become a forensic psychologist, joined the FBI and devoted himself to exploring the strange and unusual in hopes of catching another glimpse of her.

“Come on, Alan. Call me,” I said to the silent phone. “Where are all my alleged abilities when I need them? Seems like I ought to be able to contact you psychically. Well, hey, let’s give that a try.” I held my hands out, palms up, adopting what I thought might be a mystical pose, and said, “Ohm, ohm. Alan! Ohm, ohm. Call me now!”

I’d just taken a breath to laugh at myself when the phone rang. I jumped in my chair.

“Hot damn!” I read the caller ID screen and saw Alan’s name. I scooped up the phone and answered. “Alan? Is that you?”

“The one and only.”

“You got my message?”

“Message? No. I haven’t had time to check my voice mail today. I was out all night riding with some cops, and just got up a while ago. Now I’m sitting in a coffee shop, updating my notes, and I suddenly had an overwhelming urge to call you. Weird, eh?”

Actually, it’s excellent. Maybe I finally have a reliable skill!

“Yeah, weird. But I’m glad you called. Do you have a few minutes? What time is it there in Sedona?”

“As of two days ago, I’m no longer in Sedona.” A small crash echoed through the phone. “Shit!”

“What was that?” I took a bite of muffin.

“I just managed to spill my coffee on myself and drop the mug on the tile floor. That was the clatter you heard. What a mess. Hold on...”

“Do you need more napkins, sir?” a young-sounding voice said in the background.

“No. I’m good, thanks.”

“Would you like a coffee refill?”

“Sure. Why not?”

“Alan?”

“Yeah, I’m here – looking like I wet myself – but I’m here.” His mouth shifted away from the phone. “Thanks, I’ll try to hang on to this one.” He cleared his throat. “So, like I said, I left Sedona. A few days ago I started hearing rumblings about activities in San Francisco that sounded like our repulsive, bald, toothsome friend so I hit the road. I’m now staring out across the water at the notorious Alcatraz, and thinking life doesn’t get much better than this.”

“San Francisco? I just saw something about serial killers there. Are you involved with that, too?”

“No. I heard about it, but nobody’s said anything. I’ve got my hands full with Stink Vamp and the six deaths I’m sure he’s involved with, and as psychologically interesting as it would be to chase some version of Hannibal Lecter, I can only handle one fiend at a time. Of course none of the locals have put the pieces together about the six drained bodies yet, so I’m the only one who knows that there’s a supernatural angle.”

“Well, as awful as this sounds, if you have to track him somewhere, I can’t imagine a more beautiful city.”

“Yeah, it’s great. I’ve spent a lot of time here over the years. And let me remind you that you have a standing invitation to come and visit, wherever I am. I’d be glad to show you the town.” He laughed. “And the inside of my comfortable hotel room. We could tour this side of the bed, then that side, then the table in the corner...”