The Vampire's Kiss (Other World Series Book 1) (5 page)

She bared her teeth at him in a silent
snarl before cautiously untangling herself from Abigail’s hair. 

“Leave her.”  Maria whispered.

“She’s dying.”  Val gritted out.  “I need
to turn her before it’s too late.”

“Just give her a minute.”  Maria insisted. 

The others crowded around, watching
curiously as the little pixie hovered above Abigail’s face. She patted Abigail’s
cheek with her hands, and then pressed her mouth gently against Abby’s lower
lip before flying down and landing on her collarbone.

She leaned forward, her hands on her hips
and her wings vibrating gently, and studied the marks from the spears on Abby’s
neck.  She straightened and rose a few inches in the air until she was hovering
over Abigail’s neck, directly above the marks.  They were bright red and Val
could see the red lines of infection already spreading across her pale throat.

“What’s she doing?”  Neil whispered.

“I don’t know.”  Maria whispered back.

The pixie stared briefly at Val before spinning
around to face Abigail.  She clapped her hands together in a quick, steady
rhythm.

Val frowned.  “What – “

Maria gasped quietly when the glitter-like
substance began to fall from the pixie’s rhythmically clapping hands.  It
settled like dust on to Abby’s throat and the marks were quickly buried beneath
the lightly-glowing dust.  The pixie clapped harder.  Her wings fluttered until
they were nothing but a blur, and her tiny body was glowing so brightly that it
cast a dim light over the entire group.

Val jerked in surprise when Abigail
twitched in his arms and gave a sharp, shuddering gasp.  The pixie smiled and
stopped clapping her hands.  She flew a few feet away and hovered, watching as
Val brushed the pixie dust from Abby’s throat.

Maria sucked in her breath.  “Oh my God.”

The marks from the spears were gone as were
the red lines of infection.  Val glanced at the pixie.  She was giving him a
smug look of satisfaction and stuck her tongue out at him.

He ignored her and cupped Abby’s face. 
“Abigail, can you hear me?”

Her eyelids fluttered and she opened her
eyes and stared at him. 

“How do you feel, little dove?”

He realized for the first time in days that
she was staring directly at him and not fading into herself.  He smiled at her
and she gave him a sweet smile in return.

“Val.” She sighed his name softly and her
hand came up to grip the back of his neck.  “Kiss me, please.”

She tugged on his neck and he bent his head
and pressed his mouth against hers.  She moaned into his mouth and when he ran
his tongue across her lips, she parted them eagerly.  He was just sliding his
tongue into her mouth when she was hauled from his arms.  His fangs tore at her
mouth, and she gave a sharp cry of pain mixed with frustration as David dragged
her away from him.  Val leaped to his feet.  There was a single drop of her
blood on his lip and he licked it away, his body shuddering at the sweet taste,
before he snarled and bared his fangs at the man.

“Give her back to me now or I’ll kill you
where you stand, human.”

“No.”  David was afraid, Val could smell it
coming off of him in slow waves, but he tightened his arm around Abby’s
shoulders as she leaned against him and touched her bleeding mouth.

“Little dove, I’m sorry.”  He didn’t take his
eyes from David’s.  “I did not mean to hurt you.”

“It’s fine.  I – I’m fine.”  She
stuttered. 

“Good.”  He turned his gaze to her and held
his hand out.  “Come to me, Abigail.”

She took a step forward, her gaze burning
into his, and then David was pulling her back.  “No, Abby.  Stay strong.”

She shook her head at the sound of David’s
voice and the spell between them was broken.  “Please, can I lie down?  I’m
very tired.”

“Of course.”  David began to help her walk
to the house and Val hissed with fury.  He’d had enough of David’s
interference.  He would kill the human and be done with it.  Neil’s hard hand fell
on his arm.

“Don’t, Val.”

Val glanced down at Neil’s hand and
although he could have ripped the man’s arm off easily he allowed him to pull
him to a stop.

“If you kill him, she’ll never let you
touch her again.  You know that.  Use your head.”

Abigail sat cross-legged on the bed and
touched the cut on her lip.  She had nearly died, been healed by a pixie and
kissed Val.  Kissing Val was the only thing that she cared about.  She sighed
and stared out the window into the darkness.  David had wanted to stay with her
but after half an hour she had asked him to leave. 

She hadn’t wanted to hurt his feelings but
she could feel her anger throbbing and burning inside of her.  If it hadn’t
been for him, she would be with Val right now.  He would be between her legs,
his cock easing the ache between her thighs, and his fangs easing the ache in
her brain.

Later, when she had gotten control of
herself, she would be grateful to David but right now she wanted to scream with
frustration and rage.  She touched her mouth again, remembering how it felt to
have Val’s firm lips on hers.  She had expected them to be cold but they
weren’t.  They had been warm and had started a thirst in her veins that only he
could quench.

She breathed in and out for a few moments
before a light outside of the window caught her attention.  The pixie hovered
outside and Abby didn’t hesitate.  She ran across the room and opened the
window.

The pixie flew in and stared nervously at
her.

“Hello, little one.  Thank you for saving
my life.”  Abby said softly.  Moving slowly, she sat down cross-legged on the
bed, secretly delighted when the pixie followed her and landed on her knee. 
She mimicked Abby’s posture, planting her small butt on Abby’s leg and crossing
her long purple limbs.

“What’s your name, little one?”  Abby
asked.

The pixie cocked her head at her but didn’t
reply. 

“Can you speak?”

The pixie shook her head before opening her
mouth and making a fluttering gesture along her throat and in front of her open
mouth with her hands.  She made desperate grabbing motions before heaving a
sigh and hanging her head.

“Was your voice stolen from you?”  Abby
frowned.

The pixie nodded gravely.

“Is that why your own kind rejected you?”

The pixie made a delicate shrugging motion
and stared bored at the ceiling.

“I wonder what your name is.”  Abby said. 
“Maybe I could guess it.”

The pixie jumped to her feet, her wings
fluttering, and gestured excitedly at Abigail.

“Okay, okay.  Let me try.  Hmm... is it
Gertrude?”

Abigail laughed when the pixie gave her a
look of horror and crossed her arms in a huff.

“Not Gertrude.  How about Mabel?”

This time the pixie stomped her feet and
turned away.  Abby touched her back delicately with her finger and the tiny
creature faced her once more.

“I’m sorry for teasing you, little one. 
Let me try again.  Is it Sara?  Melody?  Madison?  Vanessa?”

The pixie shook her head at each name and
Abigail blurted, “Tinkerbell?”

The pixie rolled her eyes and made a
gagging motion.  Abigail giggled again.  “It’s hopeless, little one.  I’ll
never figure it out.”

The pixie stared thoughtfully at her for a
moment and then held up her hand in a “watch me” gesture.  Abigail watched as
the pixie began to mime something out on her leg.  Her tired mind, still
clanging dully with thoughts of Val, had to watch it several times.  The pixie
repeated the motions patiently until the light bulb went on in Abby’s brain.

“Flowers!  You’re picking flowers!” 

The pixie nodded and clapped her hands
excitedly, bouncing up and down on Abby’s leg.

“Is your name Flower?”  Abigail asked.

The pixie shook her head and made a try
again motion.

Abigail frowned.  “You’re named after a
flower?”  She said slowly after a few minutes.

The pixie nodded again and then stroked her
long purple hair before pointing at the skin on her bare thigh. 

Abby frowned as she did it again and
again.  Her eyes widened.  “Your name is Violet!”

This time the pixie shot into the air and
twirled with glee in front of Abigail.  Her tiny body glowed brightly and a
small smatter of glowing pixie dust sprinkled down from her and landed on
Abby’s bare arm.  The arm tingled pleasantly for a few seconds.

Abby held out her finger.  “I’m Abigail. 
It’s nice to meet you, Violet.” 

The pixie flew forward, grasped Abby’s
finger in her small hand and shook it firmly.

* * *

Abby sighed and sank into the soft
grass.  The white daisies nodded back and forth and she lifted her face to the
warm sunshine.  She looked dreamily at the clouds that dotted the sky like
small puffs of smoke. She could feel her body relaxing and she closed her
eyes.  She was so tired.

A shadow fell across her face and she
frowned and opened her eyes.  Val stood before her.  He was naked and her eyes
dropped to his erect cock; warmth flooded through her pelvis and belly and she
moaned softly when he knelt in front of her and pushed her gently on to her
back.

“Open your legs, little dove.”  He
murmured.  She stared into his eyes and let her legs part.  He nestled his body
into the cradle of her hips and at the first feel of his cock against her
pussy, she arched upwards.  She was as naked as he and she tried to remember
when she had taken her clothes off.  Had it been before or after she went to
her safe place?

She put her thighs around his waist and
he smiled at her, his fangs flashing in the sunlight.  As he sunk his cock deep
inside of her, he lowered his mouth to her throat.  She lifted her chin
eagerly, gasping at the feel of his hardness throbbing inside of her.  His
mouth nuzzled her neck and her nipples turned to hard pebbles when his teeth touched
against her skin. 

He opened his mouth and –

Abigail gasped and tore herself out of her
dream world.  She sat up from her blankets on the floor, shuddering and shaking
and moaning quietly.  Val had found her safe place.  He had found her safe
place and she was going to go mad and –

She was hyperventilating.  Her head was
buzzing and she felt faint.  Quickly, she bent over and stuck her head between
her legs, forcing herself to breathe deeply. 

Breathe.  Breathe.  Just breathe,
Abigail.  Just breathe.

After about five minutes, she had calmed
herself and she raised her head cautiously and looked around the small bedroom. 
The house was small and all of the women had crammed into the one room to
sleep.  She turned her head to the left.  She had made Violet a bed out of
small scraps of fabric, and the pixie had burrowed herself so far under them
that only the top of her head was showing.

The buzzing in her brain had stopped but
her pussy was throbbing and pulsing to the point of pain.  Her fantasy about
fucking Val had left her wet and dripping.  She eased her hand under the
blankets and stopped when Erin made a soft, snorting noise in her sleep.

She couldn’t masturbate in this room full
of women.  She was so turned on that when she came there would be no way to
hold in her moans of pleasure.  Hell, moans?  The way she felt right now, she
would be screaming.  She pushed back the covers and stood, creeping past the
sleeping women and slipping silently out of the bedroom.

There was no place in the house she could
go.  Her fists curled in frustration as she tried to think past the need that
was making her entire body vibrate.  The barn.  She would go to the barn and
alleviate some of this pulsing need.  If she didn’t, she really would go crazy.

It took her less than five minutes to slip
out of the house and enter the barn.  The horses were in two of the stalls and
they snorted sleepily at her as she moved past them to the third and empty
stall.  There was a blanket folded over the side of the stall and she shook it
out quickly and laid it across the ground.  She was wearing panties and a long
shirt and she stared down at the blanket before suddenly shoving her hand
inside her panties.  She leaned against the stall, her breath coming in soft
gasps and moans, as she rubbed and stroked her clit rapidly.  She slid two
fingers into her tight pussy, gasping Val’s name as she used her thumb to rub
her throbbing clit.

Val walked slowly through the barn, his
eyes glued to Abigail’s trembling back.  The horses neighed nervously and shied
away from him but he paid them no attention and neither did Abby.  Although her
lower half was hidden by the walls of the stall he knew she was touching
herself.  His cock was hard and throbbing and he adjusted himself through his
pants, trying to relieve some of the pressure. 

When he had seen her sneaking into the
barn, her white shirt glowing softly in the darkness, he had automatically
assumed she was meeting someone.  David, no doubt.  He had seen it before in
humans who lusted after a vampire.  If they could not have the vampire, they
would fuck as many humans as they could in a vain attempt to quell the urges
inside of them.

His blood had boiled at the thought of
David touching her and he had entered the barn quickly, ready to tear the man
off of her.  Relief had coursed through him when he realized she was alone.  The
relief had been buried beneath a hard throb of lust when she uttered his name
in a soft little moan.

He entered the stall behind her and
although he was completely silent, her back stiffened.  She knew he was there,
every nerve in her body was highly attuned to him, and she gave a soft moan of
dismay but kept her hand between her legs.

“Go away.”  She gasped, her hand rubbing
furiously. 

He pressed against her, his cock pushing
against her ass as he reached around her and cupped her heavy breasts through
her shirt.  She cried out and tore her hand free of her panties.  She clutched
the side of the stall with both hands, he could see her juices glistening on
her fingers, and he pinched her hard nipples between his thumbs and
forefingers.

“Val!”  She cried and pushed back against
him, rubbing her ass against his cock and arching her back.

“Let me help you, little dove.”  He
whispered into her ear.  “Let me take away some of your need.”

“I don’t need your help.”  She moaned as he
reached down and stroked one pale thigh before slipping his hand under her
shirt.  His fingers traced the waistband of her panties before he moved them under
the elastic.  He let his hand rest against her round stomach as he sucked
lightly on her earlobe.

“You do, little dove.  You’re wet and
aching, and you need my cock.  I can feel how much you need it.”

He moved his hand down further until his
fingers touched the soft curls at the apex of her thighs.  She clamped her legs
together and he once again admired her willpower.

He used his other hand to turn her face
towards his and he smiled at her before kissing her deeply.  His tongue swept
through her mouth, searching and tasting and she kissed him back eagerly. 

He sucked on her lower lip, his tongue
running over the small cut on it before he released it with a soft pop.  She
was panting and staring at him.  Her cheeks were flushed with colour and she
was rubbing her ass repeatedly against him without realizing it.

“I don’t want the others to know that I let
you.”  She panted.

“I won’t feed from you, Abigail.”  He said
suddenly.

She swallowed.  “Do you promise?”

“Yes, I promise.  I will not bite until you
ask me to.”  He smiled reassuringly at her.

“I won’t ask you.”  She whispered.

He said nothing.  She would ask him to bite
her, she would beg for it in fact, and he would not be able to resist her
pleas.  However, he could help her by biting her in places easily concealed.

“Open your legs, little dove.”  He encouraged
and she gave him a startled look before relaxing her legs just a fraction.  He
pushed them apart easily.   She was so wound up she would come, and come
loudly, the moment he touched her.  He slammed his mouth down on hers just as his
fingers touched her clit.  She screamed into his mouth as she came violently
against his hand.  He wrapped one arm tight around her waist, holding her
easily when her knees gave out and she collapsed against him.

He turned her to face him and pulled her shirt
over her head.  He lowered her on to her back on the blanket and pulled her
panties off.  Already her hand was moving back between her thighs, her fingers
pushing past her wet lips to rub at her clit once more.  She had waited too
long and he would have to make her come multiple times before the fire in her
belly for him was extinguished.  He smiled.  He was more than up to the task at
hand. 

Abby knew she should have been
embarrassed.  She had just come explosively with only a single touch from Val, and
he had stripped her naked and lowered her to the ground without a word of
protest from her.  She had thought that coming would bring some relief but it
had only seemed to make it worse.  She couldn’t stop herself from reaching
between her legs as the blanket scratched roughly at her back and ass.