The Nightlife Moscow (Urban Fantasy and Paranormal Suspense) (The Nightlife Series Book 5) (14 page)

Aaron stealthily reached under the covers to zip up his pants,
and then rolled over to face the accusing glare of the six year old. “I don’t
speak Russian, Lana, but I know a curse word when I hear it. That wasn’t very
nice.”

She stared hard at him, until the condition of his
bloody-tattered combat suit distracted her. She reached out to the shreds of
his clothes and a tear came into her eyes. “Will you die too?”

The sound of her voice held so much more than the words. It
was a note of profound grief, sadness, accusation – a twisted pile of emotions that
little girls should never have to experience.

Aaron shook his head and leaned forward to whisper. “I am
very hard to kill. I might be hurt, but, I’ll be fine by tomorrow. I made your
mother a promise, and I meant it.”

The tears started rolling hard and her bottom lip quivered.
Even cute little girls look ugly when they cry. Aaron wrapped his arms around
her and pulled her in tightly. “I’m not going anywhere, Lana. At least not
until you turn eighteen.”

The crying didn’t stop. Katya scooted up closer to Aaron and
peeked over his shoulder. “I don’t know what this is all about, but I’m not
going to leave you alone, Lana. You’re pack now, and you can always rely on me
for anything. That is my promise.”

The girl watched her warily. She wiped the tears from her
eyes and looked to Aaron, who was almost nose to nose with her. “Mama said …
she said to go with him. She …”

Katya reached out and touched Lana’s cheek to wipe away her
tears. “Hush now. Don’t you worry. You’re with the pack now. We take care of
our own.”

Lana shook her head in denial. “Mama said she was in the
pack, but they left her here, with Dmitri. She said …”

Aaron put a finger to her lips. “We can talk later. Let’s
rest.”

Urvashi, who had been so silent and still that Katya had almost
forgotten about her, leaned over both her and Aaron to look down on Lana.
“Aaron’s promise is my promise. Trust in me as your mother trusted in him.
Don’t worry. All will be taken care of, in time.”

She slipped off the massive bed and stepped over the
sleeping bloodslaves on the floor to wrench open the busted doors across the
room, and then she was gone. Katya wondered if she would ever understand that
strange fucking creature.

She looked back over to Aaron and Lana. The boy wonder was
already falling asleep, and his newest acquisition, Lana, stared at his dozing
features in fascination and trepidation.

“Sod it all.” Katya shook her head and snuggled up against
Aaron to try to get some sleep. Bloody vampire had found himself a new disciple
to worship him.

* * * *

Aaron woke to the sounds of women complaining loudly in
Russian. Though he didn’t understand a word of it, the ruckus of unhappy
females was essentially the same in any language. A high-pitched voice rose
above the din and then a cracking hand-slap shut them all up.
Finally,
blessed silence.

Michelle’s blood-matted blonde hair and vibrant emerald eyes
rose over the bed into Aaron’s vision, and he blinked once to see if she was
real or just a dream. She looked thin, with pronounced cheek bones. He
recognized that spark of fire, the hunger in her eyes. Her gaze flicked towards
the bitter, bickering women.

Aaron grabbed her jacket before she flitted off to hunt down
the ladies. “You can feed, but please don’t kill anyone. They were his
bloodslaves. They don’t deserve to be hurt anymore.” His voice sounded far off,
like someone else speaking from his mouth.

She winked one of her bruised raccoon eyes at him and
extracted herself from his grip to slink after the ladies. Aaron drifted
through a haze of half-sleep until the sound of running water, and the
sensations of warm, steamy, fragrant shampoo drew his attention.

Shower? Where was the fucking shower?

He sat up in bed, waking Katya and dislodging Lana. Across
the room, steam flowed out an open doorway he’d never noticed was there. Just
inside the door, Aaron knew he’d find a scorching hot shower that beckoned for
him to wash away the grime and death coating his skin. He scooted off the bed
and followed his nose to the steam and shampoo. He closed the bathroom door and
stripped his clothes. By the time he reached the frosted glass of the shower doors
he was completely naked and didn’t really give a shit who was inside the thing.

He stepped in and slipped past Michelle’s pale, wet body to
take over her spot in the stream. Glorious hot water rinsed reddish black blood
from his face, neck, hands and hair, eradicating the evidence of the massacre
he’d participated in. He didn’t bother to reach for the soap – instead he
basked in the heat, his hands against the tiled wall.

Michelle began washing his shoulders and back. She worked
her fingers up through his hair with shampoo, and then down his back again,
cleaning the crack of his ass with extra-special care. Then she reached around
with her left hand and soaped his cock into a raging hard-on, while her right
hand stroked his chest and nipples.

This was the life he had always wanted, these moments. No
death. No dismemberment. No drama. Just Michelle and her loving touch, her
ceaseless sensuality that seduced him every night. He loved this wicked woman,
flaws and all, and he wished there was some way they could live without all the
bullshit that kept stacking up deeper and deeper around him.

His lover massaged his body up and down, replacing his aches
with the most delicate sensations. When he could hold back no longer, he pulled
her into his arms and pinned her against the creamy, gold-colored shower tiles.
She purred a low, seductive growl as he pushed her thighs apart and speared
himself deep into her hot pussy in a single thrust.

“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, Michelle. I
love you so much.”

She lifted her legs around his hips and clung to his shoulders
as he ground into her slow, then fast, deep and hard. He followed the spikes of
pleasure in her mind as he pulled her body lower on the wall to catch that
curving-grind of penetration. She liked it best when the upper ridge of his
cock rubbed her clit while he pounded into her with deep strokes.

This was what Aaron was made to do, to love this woman. He
could live the rest of his life grudge fucking Michelle against the shower
wall, listening to her grunt and squeal as he hit home inside her. He thrust in
and out non-stop and felt the delicious squeeze of her contractions and watched
her wondrous green eyes lock on him as she detonated around his cock in an
explosive climax.

This was what he wanted from life, every night, to listen to
Michelle going off in French, like she always did when he made her come.
“Je t’aime, Je t’aime, je t’aime, Aaron. Don’t stop. Don’t…”

She went silent as her teeth sunk into his neck, and then
she jerked atop his cock once more as he returned the favor with his teeth
planted in her neck. Consuming and being consumed giving and taking, loving and
being loved. This simple act made all the darkest aspects of his life worth
living. As Michelle would say,
joie de vivre.

He came back down to earth after a time in heaven with
Michelle, and released his bite on her neck. She lolled against his chest and
let him hold her weight as she caught her breath. He kissed her forehead in
appreciation for her lovely healing gift. She always knew what he needed, when
he needed it. After spending a couple months with their minds linked, they had
become especially well attuned to each other.

“Thank you, Michelle.”

She nodded. “Merry Christmas, Aaron.” She unlatched her legs
from around his ass and stepped down off his slippery, wet cock to put her toes
on the shower floor. “I had planned to get you a gift, but…”

He held her porcelain, white cheeks in his hands. “Don’t you
worry. We’ll do some shopping as soon as we can. I’ll let you buy me whatever I
want.”

She giggled and love flooded into her eyes. “Oui.”

Just then, the shower door slid open and a butt-naked Katya
stepped into the warm water and molded herself to Aaron’s backside.

Not too bad of a Christmas after all.

Katya’s hands roamed up and down his body, oblivious of how
she bumped Michelle’s hips and breasts. He wondered if she was ready to go the
distance with a full-on threesome. Then he wondered where the hell he’d find
the stamina.

He still felt weak on his feet. Urvashi had sucked the life
out of him too many times.

Michelle decided the issue when she slipped sideways out of
his arms and moved towards the shower door. She reached out and grabbed a good
handful of Katya’s wet ass and licked her lips hungrily.

Oh shit.
Aaron thought for sure he’d have a catfight
on his hands, but Michelle grinned at the both of them with that mischievous
twinkle in her eye. “He’s all yours.” With that she exited the shower and
wrapped herself in a plush white towel.

Katya laughed aloud. “Bloody leech.” She shook her head
against Aaron’s back and kissed him once. He turned into her and tipped her
head up to take her lips. She tasted good. Different from Michelle, but still
delicious. Somehow, he’d found a magical solution to the problem of his
bloodslave, master, and vampire lover. Somehow, it was working.

A spark of hope put a smile on his lips as he leaned out of
the kiss. Katya eyed him suspiciously. He couldn’t help but snicker. “You were
prepared for the worst. You would have joined us…”

Katya’s eyes squinted and she looked ready to deny him, but
then her lips split into a grin. “Yes, I would have. But I’m glad I didn’t have
to.”

She hugged him, her tight little breasts squished against
his chest. Her hands trailed little tickles up and down his spine and she
looked at him with eyes full of understanding. “We don’t have to … You need time
to recover.”

Ah, what a wonderful little wolf. What a blessing to have
her in his life. “I can still give you what you need.”

He trailed his finger over her neck, and she tilted her head
sideways, waiting for it. He struck and tasted her rich flavors, so unique, so
wonderful, yet in limited supply. Though he wanted to drain her body, take it
all, she’d been giving him too much of herself far too often. The girl was
headed into severe anemia.

He simply stood there holding her, letting his venom
saturate into her system. He was starving hungry, but Katya had no more to give
this night. Not if he valued her life. It took every ounce of willpower he
could muster not to suck hard on her willing flesh.

He shook with the strain of denying himself what he needed
by the time he let go of Katya’s neck. She looked happy, high and sated. His
stomach churned with emptiness and a burning need to rip into something juicy
and meaty. She let her hands trail down his body, until she found his limp
cock. He doubted he’d be up for anything more this night, but, the little head
had other ideas.

In seconds she coaxed him to semi-hard and then dropped to
her knees, right there in the shower, and slipped her mouth over him. The best
Christmas present he could have asked for. The woman played the skinflute like
a pro. Between her hands, tongue, slightly scraping teeth, and rhythmic
suction, it was all Aaron could do to hold onto the tiled walls to keep his
balance.

Stroke, swallow, suck and pull, wash, rinse, repeat. Katya
had mad blowjob skills. When she swallowed him so deep her tongue flicked his
balls, he couldn’t hold back any longer. His fingers found their way into her
hair and he groaned in ecstasy as he unloaded into her loving, warm suction.
Swaying on his feet, fists curled in Katya’s wet hair, Aaron opened his eyes to
a frosty-distorted Michelle standing on the other side of the glass shower
door.

Michelle pulled open the door as the last bit of Aaron’s
manhood slid down Katya’s throat. Michelle smiled from ear to ear, still
wearing her towel.

Michelle’s reached out and grabbed the hand of another woman
who had been standing to the right side, out of Aaron’s view. Slim,
brown-haired, probably in her early twenties, the topless girl wore nothing but
a pair of skin-tight black jeans. She had one arm across her nipples and looked
at Aaron with full-on apprehension, as if he might slice her open and eat her
guts.

Michelle pulled the girl over more and then reached out with
both hands to bring two more women into Aaron’s line of sight. The second was a
blonde that he recognized as the one who had begged for Dmitri’s life, and then
another brunette. The last two were also topless, wearing nothing but jeans.
The brunette didn’t bother covering her breasts, but, the blonde had both hands
firmly planted on her chest as if she could push her small tits back inside to
hide them.

Michelle wrapped her arms around the shoulders of all three
topless women and grinned at Aaron with full-length fangs exposed. “I think I
found your Christmas gift.”

Katya turned around at the sound of Michelle’s voice,
Aaron’s cock still in her hand. “Bloody hell!”

The music went off in Aaron’s mind and he could barely
stifle a giggle.
♪
On the second day of Christmas my true love
gave to me, three topless bloodslaves and a werewolf who gives really good
head.
♪

* * * *

Aaron stood in the hot spray of the shower staring at the
women, blinking water from his eyes, wondering if perhaps he was still
dreaming. Three bloodslaves. Three topless women in a lineup, waiting for him.
It just didn’t get any better than this.

Katya, down on her knees, brought home the moment when she
yanked hard to get his attention. “Hey, I’m down here. I’m the one holding your
cock, mate.”

He looked down at Katya and grinned like an idiot, trying
hard not to giggle at the sheer absurdity of the moment. Her eyes were already
darkening as she stood up and wiped his come off her lips. He knew she’d make
him pay for this humiliation, but he simply couldn’t stop smiling. Then his
stomach uttered an audible growl, and Katya’s eyes squinted with spite.

She pushed him out of the shower. “We’re done. Get out, so I
can finish washing.” She slammed the glass door shut in his face, obviously
unhappy. Aaron looked to his meals and vowed that he wouldn’t waste this moment
worrying about Katya’s endless sensitivities. Some things in life are too good
to be ruined by anyone.

The blonde backed away from him, her alarmed gaze flicking
up and down his wet, naked body. There was real fear in her eyes. She thought
he was going to rape her.

Fuck.

This was ruining the moment.

Aaron reached over to the shelf and snagged a towel to wrap
around his waist. “Michelle, if you speak Russian, would you tell them I’m not
expecting sex and I won’t hurt them, I promise.”

Michelle’s eyebrow raised and she looked at him as if he was
a fool for opening his big fat mouth. The woman had respect for human life, but
she enjoyed playing with her food.

The blonde spoke quickly. “I speak English.”

Aaron locked gazes with her and stepped in close. “Yes, I
remember.” He closed the distance and she backpedaled away until her back hit
the wall. Aaron couldn’t help but stare at her finely sculpted body, her
fidgety hands covering her breasts as her breathing quickened with nervous
tension.

He reached up slowly and she flinched. He tucked an errant
hair behind her ear and leaned in to smell her scent. She was clean, showered
recently, and wearing some kind of perfume he enjoyed. “I said I don’t expect
sex, and I won’t hurt you. Do you understand?”

She was damn near shaking in fear, but still didn’t fight or
run.
Interesting.
Her need exceeded her fears. She nodded her head and
swallowed hard. She closed her eyes and turned her head to the side, giving him
a clear shot at her neck. Her mouth was pressed tightly, as though expecting
him to cause her great pain, but resigned to her fate.

He touched her gently, a light stroke on her throat and she
twitched under his hand. Aaron had enough melodrama. He struck and gave her
what she needed and feared – a good solid chomp. He pulled her in tight and
stroked her bare back as he filled his belly with her warm, delicious syrup
tainted by hints of adrenaline and excitement. After a moment she relaxed in
his grip and sighed through her enjoyment of his bite. Before long her arms
returned his embrace.