The Elfbitten Trilogy (16 page)

     “I will help you, Taryn Malloy,” he swore and with that I called to the magic swirling in my body and unleashed it. The power lashed out at us, I felt my body pulse with need and Andre’s cock was straining against the fabric of his pants. He growled before extracting his hands from my shirt, ripping it over my head in one fluid motion, nearly tearing off my bra one second later. I gasped and trembled, caught between excitement and fear. I started to turn, but he stopped me, walking me forward until I was pressed against the glass of the window. It was cold and made my body tighten in response, my nipples almost aching with need.

     I moaned softly when his fingers pushed my skirt up over my hips, exposing the lacy G-string I was wearing. Andre made a strangled, almost animalistic sound before I felt the elastic rip and it fell to the floor at my feet. The windows were vibrating with the beat of the music from the club below, I found myself trying to edge closer to it, wanting to feel that pulse between my thighs. I looked down and could see people on milling on the sidewalk below. We weren’t that high up and I wondered if they looked up, would they see me, bear breasted and pressed against the window? I bit my bottom lip and almost wished they would look up.

     I could hear Andre undoing his pants behind me, but when I heard the fabric hit the ground he didn’t automatically reach for me. I started to turn to see what he was doing but before I could move more than an inch his hand was in my hair, pulling roughly and pressing me into the glass again. His other hand was around my waist and he was pressed against me. His cock was hard and erect, pressed into my ass.

     “Don’t move,” he commanded, his voice almost too rough to understand. His fingers curled into my hair, pulling slowly until my face was lifted to the ceiling and my neck curved invitingly for him. The bite on my shoulder pulsed hungrily, making my blood rush. I pressed my hands to the window, making the glass fog with the heat of my body and magic.

     Andre’s mouth was hovering over my neck again and his hand at my waist slipped up once again to find my breast. I felt his nails lightly rake over the sensitive skin and I shivered, pressing his cock between my cheeks. He shifted his hips, rubbing himself against and between my ass cheeks. He growled again. I clawed at the window, unsure how much more of this I could take.

     “Andre, please,” I begged.

     “Please, what?” he asked, his cool breath on my skin, his teeth unbearably close, yet too far.

     “Please, Andre, fuck me,” I begged again, arching my back as much as his grip would allow, shifting my hips again, feeling his cock jump against me.

     He released my breast and gripped himself, guiding his cock until I felt the swollen head pressing against my opening. My body was trembling, my pussy swollen and wet with need and I tried to shift my hips so that he would push inside of me, but his grip was iron strong and he held me still. He bent his head forward again, the dark curtain of his hair falling around my shoulders, the tips brushing the skin of my breasts. I felt his cold lips on my neck again, sliding open until I felt the pressure of his fangs. He stopped, holding perfectly still, his hand still in my hair keeping me in the position he wanted. I was trembling, my magic lashing at my body, desperate for more. A small noise escaped me, my patience stretching.

     Suddenly his fangs pierced me and his cocked pushed into me simultaneously, making me cry out in pleasure pain. My blood burst into his mouth, his lips latched onto my neck and his cock thrusting in and out of me. His hips slapped against my ass and his hands released me to grip my round hips. I opened my eyes and looked out, seeing the few people on the ground below looking up at us, at me, pressed against the window. I felt a smile curl over my lips and I arched my back harder, pressing my breasts to the glass again. I saw a few men clap in appreciation.

     Andre’s fingers curled into my hips until it hurt and he brought me back to him. Carefully he extracted his fangs, never loosing the rhythm of his body and he licked my neck, cleaning up the blood. His body was suddenly warm behind me and I felt his cock swell thicker inside of me, pressing at my walls, making me grip him tighter. I moaned and shuddered, bucking against him. He slipped one hand around until the flat of his fingers were pressing into my clit and he began to rub and massage me. I felt the warm wave building inside of me. The bite on my shoulder was a flame, burning through my body until the window in front of me was fogged over, only the outline of my body pressed into it was clear.

     My nails scrabbled at the window as I felt the orgasm building and my clit swelling under Andre’s fingers. I screamed for more, begging him to go harder, faster until the only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of skin slapping skin and my voice screaming Andre’s name. He began to thrash behind me as his orgasm ripped through him. His fingers curled into me, pushing me over the edge and my magic pulsed between my thighs and the orgasm rolled through me, curling my toes in my boots, pressing my chest to the window and making my thighs tremble. I moaned happily as we both went lax, barely staying on our feet.

     I opened my eyes to see the men on the sidewalk clapping again, cheering for us and the show they got. I grinned and wriggled my fingers at them before pushing away from the glass so I was standing up straight. Andre’s cock was still pulsing inside of me. I walked us backwards until he hit the edge of his desk, making him almost sit on it. He slipped his arms around my waist again and pulled me up so that I was almost sitting in his lap. He nuzzled his nose into my neck, his tongue licking slow and deep on the puncture wounds. I closed my eyes and let my head drop back onto his shoulder, enjoying his slow ministrations. I rested my hands on his forearms, rippled with muscles he no longer needed to work on. The bite on my shoulder was quiet again and my body was full and heavy with restored magic. I shifted my hips, feeling Andre’s cock jump inside of me and he chuckled against my neck.

     “Yours is some of the sweetest blood I’ve ever had,” he said, lifting his head from my neck. He brushed my hair back again and pressed a kiss to my cheek. I turned my head so that our faces were almost touching.

     “Thank you,” I whispered, knowing it was a very nice compliment since Andre was a few centuries old if his magic was anything to go by. A small smile curled his now deep red lips and I closed the last inch between us and pressed my lips to his. He kissed me slow and deep, his tongue slipping in my mouth, massaging my tongue. I felt my body responding to him and I turned in his lap until I was sitting sideways and could wrap my arms around his neck. His hands pressed into the small of my back, rubbing up the muscles along my spine, pressing me into his chest. I felt my body begin to throb again around his cock and I shifted my hips without thinking about it.

     “Taryn,” he broke the kiss with a low chuckle. “I thought you had something rather pressing to take care of?”

     “Right, right,” I said, shaking my head to clear the fog. Carefully, Andre slid off of the desk and pulled out of me, setting me on my feet. I felt a sense of regret when he separated us. I knew I needed to find the witch that could help me, and fast, I was seriously starting to lose my control.

     “So, you haven’t been able to find a witch who can help you?” he prompted, walking over to his wet bar and grabbing a towel to clean himself off. He held out another to me, and I took it, quickly wiping myself off before pulling my skirt back down over my hips and retrieving my discarded shirt and bra from the floor by the window.

     “Oh, I’m sure I found some who
could
help me,” I said, hearing the anger building in my voice, “but I haven’t found any that
would
help me.”

     “I see,” he said, nodding his understanding.

     “I could use a glamour to hide my physical appearance as an elf,” I said while refastening my bra, “but witches can feel and smell magic just like the rest of us.” I pulled my shirt back over my head, adjusting it in the reflection of the window.

     “Very true,” Andre agreed, he had put himself back together quickly and was pouring himself a scotch neat as he listened to me. I always found it very weird to know that vampires could drink things other than blood, but I had yet to see one try and eat anything.

     “But they’re so guarded and mistrusting of any Fae they just wont help me, damnit,” I almost stomped my foot in frustration, the heady lust induced spell evaporating under my temper.

     “Well, that behavior is understandable.”

     “Look, I don’t agree with them giving the humans a way to overpower us, but I also understand the need for it. They didn’t have to turn their backs on their people.”

     “I believe the ostracizing was on both sides, Taryn,” he said carefully.

     “Whatever,” I said, waving a hand in the air to dismiss the argument. “Right now, I don’t really care about that. I just need help and no one’s willing to help me, no matter how much money I offer.”

     “Because they don’t believe you.”    

     “This isn’t makeup,” I said, referring to the bite mark.

     “True but it could be a glamour for all they know.”

     “Look,” I said, crossing my arms over my chest, my patience waning, “I don’t have the luxury to waste all night debating this. Do you know someone who can help me or not?”

     “Of course I do,” he said easily, walking over to his desk with his glass. He lowered himself into the chair with a fluid grace I had never possessed. He lifted his glass to his nose, swirling the scotch inside, inhaling deeply as he reached with another hand for a small white card on his desk. He took a sip of his drink and held up the card between two fingers for me. I walked over to the desk and took it. I thought it was business card at first, but there was just a name and an address written in slanting delicate writing on it.

     “Corbin,” I read the name aloud, there was no last name. “This is a witch?”

     “One of the strongest in the city,” Andre said, leaning back in his chair and setting his right ankle on his left knee, completely at his ease.

     “No last name?”

     “No.”

     “And he’ll help me?

     “Yes,” Andre nodded slightly. “Just tell him I sent you.”

     “And if that doesn’t work?”

     “Remind him of the gremlin incident.”         

     “What’s that supposed to mean?” I asked, quirking an eyebrow at him.

     “Never you mind,” Andre said, dropping his eyes and taking another small sip of his drink.

     “Why are you doing this for me?” I asked, feeling a coil of mistrust building inside of me.

     “Because I want to,” he said, lifting his soft blue eyes to my grey ones, giving me a level look.

     “But why do you want to? We barely know each other. The second time we met I was helping to destroy one of your offices.”

     “Yes, you were,” Andre agreed, chuckling quietly. “But I am partially responsible for allowing the Hunter to get away because of my club rules. I feel I owe you some help. And,” he paused, his eyes slipping down my body, making my skin run hot with the attention, before coming back up to meet my gaze. “I like you, Taryn Malloy. I would like to stay in your good graces on the chance you will come to see me again.”

     “Oh,” I said a little lamely, feeling my cheeks grow warm under the compliment. “Well,” I said, trying to recover from my embarrassment. “Thank you,” I picked up my purse from his desk where I had set it before he came in and placed the card inside.

     “You’re very welcome,” Andre said. He set his glass on the desk and stood, coming to his feet almost too quickly for even my elven eyes to follow. He was at my side before I could blink. He took my hand and led me to the door of his office, holding it open for me.

     “See you,” I said as casually as possible, coming up on my toes to give him a light kiss before stepping through the door on to the rooftop patio.

     “Taryn,” Andre said, stopping me.

     “Yes?”

     “Corbin will not be cheap. My name may get you in the door but whatever his price will be, I cannot say.” I wondered just what that was supposed to mean, but one look at Andre’s face told me I wouldn’t get a straight answer out of him. I nodded and took him at his word and turned away, walking towards the door that would lead into the club so that I could leave.

     I hurried through the club, keeping my eyes averted and holding my breath; I didn’t have time for the bite to realize just where I was and get me sidetracked from my goal. Once out on the sidewalk I breathed in the crisp evening air, letting it burn my lungs and wash away the scents of sex and lust.

     “Hey,” a male voice called out to me as I paused to dig the card with Corbin’s name and address on it out of my purse. “Hey, weren’t you the chick upstairs?” the man asked a little louder, the slur in his voice telling me he’d been drinking tonight. I closed my purse and studied the card, flat ignoring the human.

     “Hey, I’m talking to you,” he said, much closer to me now than he had been a moment ago. “Yeah, that was you,” he was on me now, bending to lower his face to my level. The smell of cheap beer wafted over my face, making me cringe.

     “Please go away,” I said in a bored voice.

     “That was quite a show! What’s say I get a turn?” He reached out a hand, trying to grab my waist. I snatched his hand, twisted it up and back until I heard his wrist snap. I might be female, but elves – really Fae in general – are much stronger than humans.

     “No, thank you,” I said politely as I released his hand. He began to scream in pain, his eyes going wide as he held the useless hand in the other. His friend’s rushed to his side and I walked away, luckily no one followed me, I really didn’t want to waste any power on them; I had a feeling I was going to need it when I met this Corbin.

     Corbin didn’t live too far from the club and at such a late hour it only took me a matter of minutes to drive over to the building where his apartment was. He was in a more rundown part of town than I expected based on Andre’s high recommendation. It felt more like an industrial park than a residential neighborhood. I stood outside my car, leaning against the door with my arms crossed over my chest and took in my surroundings; I was completely unfamiliar with this part of town and I wasn’t about to go charging in anywhere without knowing all of the possible escape routes first.