Riding the Storm

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Riding the Storm
© May 2015 by Candace Blevins

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Riding the Storm

Chattanooga Supernaturals, Book 2

by Candace Blevins

As the vampires begin to realize bagged blood isn’t giving
them what they need, Kendra goes in search of a human companion. She’s been a
Domme for the past thousand years, and has never had trouble finding human men
who want to submit to her.

Eric is a human adrenaline junkie who spends his time hang
gliding and jumping out of perfectly good airplanes when he isn’t creating
video games. And he smells of sunshine and blue skies — addictive to a
vampire who’s seen neither for nearly three thousand years.

Unfortunately, he’s a Dom. But he’s so full of life, and he
gives her adventures when she’d forgotten how to live with joy.

As the two navigate their compatibility in bed, Eric must
figure out whether he can handle living in Kendra’s world, and the vampires have
to figure out whether they can deal with their third in command submitting to a
human they feel is so far beneath them on the evolutionary ladder.

While Kendra and Eric work through their personal
challenges, they must also fight a group of powerful supernaturals planning to enslave
Eric in an effort to exploit his skills and further their own agenda.

Can Kendra and Eric battle all of this to find happiness?

Warnings:
This title contains consensual BDSM (M/f
and F/m), bondage, mild discipline, use of toys including anal plugs, penis
plugs, cuffs, floggers, and canes. Also, the bad guys are subjected to torture
and extreme violence.

Kendra walked into The Billiard Club, thankful for the large
crowd. It’d been decades since she’d sought out a human companion, and it was
time to begin hunting in earnest.

Using bagged blood had seemed a good idea, and had certainly
made meals simpler, but Kendra believed the vampires weren’t getting what they
needed from it. She’d supplemented bagged blood with the occasional human since
she first switched, but it was time to reverse the situation and use the bags
to supplement occasionally, while feeding from a human the majority of the
time.

And not just any human would do. Kendra was convinced she
needed the life force exchange she received from a personal relationship, which
meant finding a human companion.

Her friends were worried about her, concerned she was just
making it through day after day instead of
living
, and she was beginning
to think they might have a point. She couldn’t remember the last time she had
an adventure just for the fun of it.

The main room of The Billiard Club was packed with too many
bodies and countless smells, so she made her way through the crush of people
towards the security room. However, as she was partway through the
nightclub-themed billiard room she saw two guys who looked as if they were
about to come to blows. She casually stepped a little closer, tuning into an
argument about one of the men flirting with the other’s girl, and the other
denying she was the first guy’s girl. Kendra rolled her eyes and quickly
glanced at those watching the developing scene, and…
bingo
, there she
was, standing off to the side, wringing her hands and looking guilty.

Kendra quietly moved to the girl’s side. “Is there an easy
way to get the two of them to back off?”

The girl looked at Kendra, her eyes flicked to the men, and
then back to Kendra. “I don’t know. Jake won’t take no for an answer, even
though I’ve told him I’m with Kye now. Kye thinks he’s defending my honor, but
Jake’s going to kick his ass. I don’t know how to make them stop, but I’m
really scared for Kye.”

Sizing the guys up, Kendra could easily guess which was
about to get his ass kicked. The situation was rapidly escalating and it was
time to do something, so she stepped towards them and asked, “Jake, explain to
me what you think you’re about to accomplish, here.”

Both of the guys stopped arguing and looked at her as if she
were an alien with green antennae. Unsurprisingly, the one she assumed was Jake
spoke first. “Who the hell are you?”

Kendra smiled. “Think of me as your guardian angel. Answer
the question — what do you hope to accomplish by fighting Kye?”

Jake decided to be belligerent. “I don’t have a fucking guardian
angel, and this is none of your concern. Kye thinks Angel belongs to him, but
she don’t. I’m just trying to
explain
it to him. End of story, now beat
it.”

Interesting, the smell of a lie and the truth together. He’d
almost convinced himself of it, but there was doubt.

She decided to try the logical approach first. “I doubt
Angel
belongs
to anyone. Slavery has long been against the law in this
country, you can’t own another human. If Angel hasn’t promised herself to you,
and if she’s chosen to spend time with Kye, then that’s her decision. Has she
asked for your protection, or has she asked you to back off?”

She could sense the answer before he said anything, so she
quickly asked, “Shouldn’t you do as the girl asks and back off? Let her make
her own decisions about who she spends time with? She doesn’t belong to anyone,
she’s her own person.”

“No, no,
no
. See, if Kye will just leave Angel the
hell alone, then she and me, we can be happy together.”

Now, she smelled truth. He actually believed if Kye went away
then his darling Angel would come back to him. Poor, stupid, clueless boy.

More than just the surrounding tables were paying attention,
so it was time to put an end to the discussion. Jake wasn’t going to listen to
reason, so she stepped towards him and spoke in a low voice. “You think you can
beat Kye up and then it’s you and Angel, happily ever after? No, you pound his
ass and Angel will help patch him up, hold ice on his boo-boos, change the
dressing on his wounds, and give him lots of TLC while he heals. They’ll grow
even closer, shutting you even farther out. But that’s not really the point,
because you’re causing a disturbance in a place of business. You have a choice
— you can either nicely walk with me out the door, get in your car, and leave;
or I can escort you out and have a nice police officer write up a report about
how you’re disturbing the peace.”

Ah, the stench of anger and belligerence, and his words
matched the smell. “I ain’t disturbin’ nothin’,
cunt,
and I’d like to
see you
try
to walk me out ah here.”

Kendra had no problem granting his request. She said his
name with enough of an edge he looked into her eyes, and his simple mind
instantly belonged to her.

“We’re going to walk outside, now,” she told him, her voice
a gentle suggestion.

He nodded, and she reached for his arm and walked him out.
She asked him what he did for a living on the way out, he said he was working
construction right now. She instructed him to walk to his car and get his keys
out, which she promptly took from him.

“You smartened up enough to decide it was time to go. You
realize Kye will be good for Angel, and you’re happy for them.” She gave him a
second to assimilate her suggestion before adding, “You deserve to be happy,
also. You’ll find a trade you enjoy, and work towards becoming an apprentice
and mastering the skills you need to earn a good living. You’ll become a
contributing member of society. You’ll treat people with respect.”

He nodded and she put him in his car, handed him his keys,
and told him to go home and get a good night’s sleep.

Most of her vampire friends made good natured fun of her
when she gave humans suggestions to make themselves better people while she had
them in her mental grasp. But then
Men in Black
had come out and Will
Smith did the same thing, and she’d felt vindicated.

As she walked back into the club, she thought of how many
Jakes there were in the world, and wondered how many she’d have to go through
before she found someone she’d like to groom as a human companion. She was
better than that at picking men, but even with her good judge of character and
her ability to smell a lie, there was still no guarantee she wouldn’t find
someone who seemed perfect, and then somewhere down the line learn they had a
serious personality flaw. But, it was a chance she’d have to take, because
sometimes the benefits outweighed the risks.

Before blood banks, most vampires had taken on at least one
human companion — someone they cared for and kept around as a food
source. In this particular territory the human companions were never hostages,
they stayed of their own free will, which was the way Kendra preferred it.
However, this meant it took a good bit of effort to keep the human happy enough
to stay in the relationship.

Kendra had loved the freedom of not needing to be dependent
upon a human, but now she was looking forward to the intimacy and the extra
oomph
a relationship could provide if you found the right person. She wanted that
sense of feeling alive again, and she wanted to find a man who enjoyed life to
the fullest, with plenty of vibrant energy to share.

So tonight, Kendra was on her way to the security room to
watch the camera feeds, and hoped someone caught her fancy. The part-owner of
the club was the Master Vampire over most of the southeastern United States,
and as his third in charge Kendra could go anywhere she pleased in all of his
nightclubs, and regularly made decisions in his name when he wasn’t around.

Kendra stepped into the camera room and the guy manning the
cameras said, “Good job with him. Most in the room didn’t even realize he was
being escorted out.”

“Thanks, but I’m not actually working tonight, I just saw a
problem and dealt with it. I’d like to look through the feeds, and then I’ll
get out of your hair.”

He nodded and pushed his chair back so she had access to the
controls, and she stepped forward and looked across the monitors, flipping for
different views here and there, hoping someone would catch her eye. No one
jumped out at her, and she sighed in frustration. She’d gone to several of
Abbott’s other clubs over the past couple of weeks, half-way looking for a
companion, and had decided TBC seemed the most likely place to find someone she
might like. She didn’t especially want someone prowling the bars specifically
to meet people, and she’d noted men seemed to come here to just hang out with
their friends. Specifically, they avoided the party billiard room, and the
dance room, and headed to the laid-back billiard room when they were here with
their guy friends. So that was where she headed.

As she walked past the billiard tables towards the bar in
the quiet billiard room, almost every man in the room noticed her. Kendra
hadn’t been a particularly attractive human — when she’d been born
several thousand years ago she’d been tall and lanky. In an age when the
tallest men were likely to be five feet ten inches tall and most were a good
bit shorter, she was five feet seven. When the social customs said fat was sexy
and skinny meant you were too poor to afford food, she’d been skinny no matter
how much she’d eaten. Even as recently as a hundred years ago, she hadn’t been
considered attractive by the standards of the day. So she was more than pleased
that she happened to fit the current ideal of what was beautiful — tall,
with long legs, and she wore a size three.

The tanned look seemed to finally be out of fashion as well,
so even her pale skin was considered attractive now. She usually dressed in
stylishly classic and flowing clothes, and was more likely to wear pastel
colors than black.

She ignored the men staring as she walked through the room
and behind the bar to pour herself a drink. She talked to the bartender a
moment, wanting to broadcast she belonged here and wasn’t a patron, before
carrying her drink to the front of the bar and easing herself onto a corner
stool so she could observe the room.

* * * *

Eric noticed the beautiful blonde when she stepped into the
room, but he finished his shot before situating himself so he could
surreptitiously get a better look at her.

She was looking at him when he looked her direction, and he
held her gaze as he lifted his glass and smiled at her. She tilted her head and
smiled back, and he forced himself to look casual as he lifted his chin towards
her with a smile and then focused on the game once again.

He’d gotten a good look at her in those few seconds, though.
Her vibrant, ice blue eyes had captured him from across the room, but not so
much he didn’t note how her clingy, lavender sweater hugged her breasts.

During the next game, their waitress brought three beers and
nodded to the blonde as she said, “Compliments of the house, gentlemen. Enjoy.”

He acknowledged her by once again lifting his bottle, but
finished his game with his friends, said goodbye to them as they took their
leave, and finally went to talk to her.

She smiled as he neared, welcoming, and yet she seemed to
have an icy veneer, her eyes evaluating him as one might analyze prey. He was
usually attracted to women who were outgoing, friendly, and full of life, but
he found himself drawn to the cool sense of danger emanating from this woman.

He wanted to caress the sharp edges of her jaw and cheeks,
kiss and lick her neck until she thawed.

Instead, he told her, “It seems a thank you is in order,
so,” he raised his beer a few inches, “thank you.”

“You’re most welcome. It looked like the three of you had
some sort of celebration going on, it was the least I could do.”

Her voice went straight to his cock, and he adjusted his
stance a little, focusing on the rest of his body in an effort to keep his
libido under control. “Yeah, my buddy asked his girlfriend to marry him last
night and she said yes. I’m the last single guy at this point, so my friends
kind of insisted I come talk to you. I was going to, even if you hadn’t sent
the drinks over.”

“And are you single because you’re against relationships, or
just because you haven’t found the right girl?”

So calm, together, self-assured. She was mid to possibly
late twenties, and yet she looked out of her eyes at him as if she were much
older. Instead of giving her a cocky line designed to get her in bed, he
answered honestly. “Last year, maybe a little of both. This year, probably the
latter. I’m a bit of an adrenaline junkie and I tend to scare most women off
once they get to know me.”

 “And with a line like that, some of them will be scared off
before they have a chance to get to know you. Tell me, why are you so scary?”

Her voice was like a cool caress, and he wanted to keep
talking to her, though there was no way he was going to tell her he was a Dom
who expected a lot out of a submissive. That wasn’t the only thing that scared
girls off, though. He wedged a foot on the lower rung of a bar stool and
casually propped his hip against the top and answered, “My hobbies include
rappelling, kayaking, skydiving, and hang gliding. Three years ago I made it to
within a few football fields of the top of Everest, but the weather wouldn’t
cooperate to let us make an attempt for the summit.”

“You’re a hang glider? It’s something I’ve considered
trying. Is it hard to learn?”

He took a few seconds to consider her body language and
expression, as her reaction was unexpected. He was used to people talking about
the danger, or intimating he had a death wish.