Lover's Kiss (9 page)

Beth pointed into the room and mumbled, "Eat!"

The dog lurched forward and went into the room. Beth watched him and bit her lip to stop her from giggling again when he sniffed the addict's body and moved to his throat. He licked the man's throat once and then bit down.

Beth turned away as the first sound of the dog growling and the body sliding drifted out of the room. She hurried across the floor, still willing the homeless people to ignore her until she made her way back to the entrance of the condemned building. Someone shouted. The dog barked and growled. More shouts followed her out of the building.

Beth thrust her arms out and lifted her face into the snow. The cruel winter winds tugged her hair and made her jacket snap in the wind. She laughed and walked into the street, crossing the empty road and over to the far side. She spun and could barely make out the outline of the factory. Beth grinned and licked her teeth. They were normal again, her fangs receded. She was warm inside. Sated. Comfortable. Happy.

That meant she had to deal with John now. But first she had to find him. Was he working tonight, or was he off? Would he come by the club? She frowned, that wouldn't do. If he went there and Penny was there, she'd kill him.

"Fuck that," Beth muttered. She turned and started walking. She had to get to him first. All she had was his phone number, she'd memorized it on the card he gave her before they made love. Before she died. Before a lot of things. But that meant she needed a phone.

Beth walked to the corner of the street and looked up at the street sign. She turned, trying to remember the names of the streets. She wasn't sure, but downtown was behind her. She'd walked north a few miles without realizing it. She could buy a prepaid phone there.

Beth grinned. She had this figured out. If worse came to worse, she'd convince John to go into hiding. Move somewhere else. Do whatever he had to so he could stay alive and free. Of course that would be after. She still wanted to know what sex was like since she'd changed. Kissing was nice, if different. How much would screwing the daylights out of him be?

Chapter 12

Beth rang the doorbell and stepped back. She glanced down at herself and grinned. She pulled her coat out and focused on hardening her nipples so they bulged into her sweater. She tugged the shirt down, exposing more cleavage, and then buttoned her coat back up. She squeezed her heart in a slow and steady pattern, circulating the blood she'd drank to keep her warm. It kept the addict's blood moving through her body, leaving her numb and happy.

Beth stood on his porch, trying to force the smile off her face. For all the control over her body she had she couldn't erase her grin. The long wait helped. She stepped forward and pushed the button again. She heard the chime through the door just as it opened to reveal John standing there in sweatpants and a sweatshirt. His hair was wet and she could see moisture beaded up on his forehead.

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower, I—"

Beth stepped in and grabbed his shirt in her fists. She pushed him back into a closet door and pressed herself against him. She found his parted lips with hers and led her way into a kiss that he had no choice but to respond to. She bruised his lips against hers and did her best to try and swallow his tongue.

John managed to break away and shook his head. "Liz! What—"

Beth kicked back, hitting the door with her boot and shutting it behind her. "Shut up and fuck me!"

"You can't just—"

Beth slid her hand into his sweatpants and wrapped her fingers around the tent pole that was pushing his sweatpants out.  "I can, and you want me to. The proof's in my hands."

"Liz! This is—"

Beth kissed him, distracting him for several seconds while she stroked her hand up and down. She stopped kissing so her lips brushed his. "Has anybody else ever touched you like this? Has anyone ever made you feel like this? Because I know I've never felt like the way you make me feel."

John moaned and reached a hand back to steady himself against the wall. He shook his head. "No."

Beth licked his lips and kissed him hard enough to make his head bump against the wall. She gave his penis a squeeze and was rewarded with his arms circling around her. John showed the life she knew he had and tried to take control. She let him push her back a step and reach up to yank on the buttons of her jacket.

She grinned and broke her kiss with him so he could see to undress her. Once the coat was unbuttoned she let it slide down her arms and hit the linoleum floor in front of his door. He didn't notice, his eyes were fixated on her sweater covered breasts. His lips hung open as his eyes darted back and forth between the prominent bumps in her shirt.

"It's cold out," Beth whispered. She continued the tease by grabbing the hem of her shirt and asking, "Will you warm them up?"

John clamped his mouth shut and looked up at her long enough to grin. She licked her lips and pulled her shirt up and over her head, revealing herself to him. She followed his gaze after he gasped and realized she might have gone a little overboard. Her nipples were engorged to the point where she could put an eye out.

John slid his hands up and cupped her full breasts. His thumbs bumped against her nipples, making him grunt in pleasure. Beth's body stiffened. She felt the tingles and then the heat from his mouth when his lips closed over her hardened nub. His teeth scraped her skin and he sucked on her flesh. Beth grinned and ran her fingers through his hair. His teeth couldn't hurt her, but the sensation was an erotic reminder.

John's hand slid lower down her sides and caught up in the waist of her jeans. He slid them around to the front and unbuttoned them before pushing them over her hips and down to her boots. Beth leaned against him while she kicked her boots off one at a time and then shimmied her pants the rest of the way down her legs.

"Woah," John mumbled as she lowered herself to her flat feet. Without her boots she lost a couple inches, surprising him.

"This doesn't seem fair," Beth said. "I'm naked and you're not."

"We should do something about that," he agreed.

Beth grinned and grabbed onto his sweatshirt. She spun, pulling him off balance and twisting until she let him fall back the couch setting beneath his front window. "What—"

Beth grabbed his pants and yanked, pulling them out from under him before he could realize what was going on.

He grunted and jerked, staring up at her with wide eye. "Holy shit! You're stronger than you look."

Beth winked and forced his legs apart. She sank down and sucked him into her mouth without any warning. John gasped and reached for her shoulders, forcing her to slow her movements. "Damn, Liz! You've got to warn me! I almost lost it there."

She slurped up and then looked at him. "So lose it," she said. "I can take it."

He chuckled. "Damn! You're amazing. I've never met anyone so oral."

Beth's lip curled up in a wicked smile. "You have no idea."

His brow rose. "I bet I don't. But I don't want that right now. I want you. I want to make you feel good."

"Sucking on you does feel good, baby," Beth said. It wasn't a lie, but it was a twist. "But if you're ready for me, then hold on."

His brow furrowed. "Hold on?"

She stood up and straddled him. "I've been thinking about this all day. I hope you're ready because I can't wait much longer."

"Go ah—" his words were lost in a groan as she held him against her and slid down in one smooth movement that left her sitting in his lap. Her trembled and clamped his hands on top of her thighs, holding her tight. "Wait— give me a minute. Oh my god, you're so… I don't know. This feels incredible!"

"Tell me," Beth demanded. "Tell me how you feel. Am I tight? Am I wet? Am I hot?"

She saw the muscles in his jaw clench as he nodded. "God yes, all of that. And more. So much more!"

Beth bit her lip. Having him inside her felt weird. She felt every inch of him. Every vein and ride. She felt him trembling inside of her and throbbing with each beat of his heart. She closed her eyes, focusing on his pulsing heat and began to clench her muscles in time with them, tightening around him and squeezing him. Milking him.

"What are you doing?" he breathed. "Oh my god. Liz, wait. You're going to make me— not yet. Let me calm down."

Beth opened her eyes and shook her head. "Fill me."

He shook his head. "Please—"

She began pushing against him and rising up. "I said give it to me. I want it. I want you."

He kept shaking his head and tried to hold her down but he couldn't hope to match the strength in her thighs. She rose up and down and then reached down to rub herself with her finger. It added a nice tingle but it lacked the power playing with herself used to have. The raw sensation that would steal her breath and send butterflies buzzing through her belly that turned to a nest of hornets before she peaked.

She wasn't going to come. She knew it. It felt nice and she enjoyed it, but something was wrong. Something was missing. She squeezed John and watched the veins and tendons sticking out as he fought against her. She grinned. He wouldn't make it. She was going to make sure of it.

"Make love to me, baby," she whispered before she lifted both hands and cupped his face between them. She leaned forward and pressed her lips to his. "Come. Show me you love me."

His next gasp gave her the chance to slip her tongue in his mouth and distract him while she drove her hips down against his. He moaned and slid his hands up around her back, holding her tight while he struggled to lift his hips up and drive himself into her. She felt him throbbing and then the hot bursts inside of her spread his warmth in her belly.

Beth settled down on him and continued kissing him while he trembled and recovered. She could tell from his panting breath that he was having trouble breathing. She tucked her face into the nook where his shoulder met his neck. She kissed him, tasting his skin and teasing herself with how close his blood was. She could bite him almost anywhere, but the throat was the best. The richest and fastest blood came there.

"Liz, we have to talk," he said after he caught his breath.

"Talk?" she pouted. She squeezed his softening flesh and said, "Can't we just keep making love over and over?"

"You didn't get off," he said.

Beth lifted her face up and smiled at him. "You want me to get off? I'm kind of comfy."

He chuckled. "That's not what I meant. Orgasm. You didn't have one."

"How do you know?"

"Because last time you did."

"Last night?" Beth asked. She started to shake her head and correct him when he spoke again.

"No. Our date. In the park."

"Oh, that," Beth smiled. "A lot has changed since then."

"Like what? You look different."

"I do?"

"Less girl next door hot and more exotic beauty hot."

"Exotic beauty hot?" Beth asked. She kissed him and said. "I like that. You know how to flatter a girl."

"It's like you grew up or something. Overnight. From naïve coed to sexual predator."

"Now that sounds creepy," she said. She wasn't mad, she was amused. She was a predator, just not a— oh wait, she'd all but raped him a few minutes ago. Okay, maybe she was that too.  "I guess I did come on a little strong."

He laughed. "A little."

"But you liked it."

"Duh!" he admitted. "Guilty! I'm a guy and you're a wet dream come to life."

"I know what I want," Beth said. "I want you."

He smiled and relaxed back into the couch's cushions. His hands slid down her back where he rubbed her lower back and butt. "So what was last night all about? What's the deal with Penny? What's really going on?"

Beth tilted her head. "You wouldn't believe me if I told you."

"Try me."

"I'd rather just have sex again."

"You're changing the topic," he accused.

Beth squeezed him again. "Is that really so bad?"

John chuckled and sighed. "You're so amazing. I can't even get mad at you. Or at least I can't stay mad at you. But level with me, what's Penny got over you? I can help, I know I can."

Beth shook her head. "No you can't."

"I think you're wrong, but for the sake of argument I'll agree with you. I can't help. But I can at least listen."

Beth rolled her eyes. "Fine. She's like me. Or I'm like her."

"What, she's got the same disease?"

"It's not a disease, it's more of a… condition."

"This blood disorder you've got?"

Beth shrugged.

"So you guys run a nightclub. Works great and keeps you out of the sun, which you said hurts you."

"Yes," Beth agreed.

"So what does it do?"

"Burns," Beth said.

"It burns? Like a sunburn?"

"Extreme allergy," she offered.

"So you're allergic to the sun and you like the night. I can deal with that. I don't care where you work, I want to be with you."

"You don't know what you want," Beth challenged.

"Liz, come on, give me some credit. I want you. What's wrong with that?"

Beth shrugged and grinned. It was nice to hear but it wasn't going the way she wanted it to. She needed to find a way to convince him to leave her alone. The doomed illness thing hadn't worked. Losing control of herself and screwing him hadn't done any better either. Maybe Penny was right, maybe she did need to kill him and get it over with.

"What just happened?"

"What?" she snapped.

"Your face, you just— what's going on? You went from looking like the girl I was going to spend the rest of my life with to a complete stranger. An angry stranger. Liz? Is this some side effect of your medicine? First last night the mood swing and now tonight?"

"You don't know what you're talking about," Beth snapped. Why couldn't he see it? Why couldn't he understand it! Why couldn't John and Penny and everyone just get out of her business and leave her alone? "Why can't you get it through your head that we can't be together?"

He stared at her with wide eyes. "What the fu— You called me! You came here! You tried to rape me on my doorstep!"

Beth stared at him for several seconds. She pulled in a deep breath for show and let it out. She could see it in the set of his jaw and the sparkle in his eyes. He would never leave her. Penny was right. She knew what she had to do. "Fine," she whispered.

"Fine?" he asked, tilting his head.

She nodded. She had to fight an urge to laugh at how ridiculous this was. He had no idea what she was talking about. "You win. I will stay with you."

"What? Just like that? You'll stay with me?"

"The rest of your life."

He jerked his head back. "The rest of— Liz, I— no. No, you're right. I do love you. It's crazy, but I do. You've rocked my world and turned me upside down. When I thought I lost you I cried myself to sleep. Crazy, I know, but I did."

"Shut up," Beth said.

"I did!" he protested.