All mine.

He glanced over his shoulder at the desk a few short steps away. He pulled her toward him as he walked backwards, lowering his body to rest his b.u.t.t against the desk and insert his legs between hers. Fitting the apex of her core over his throbbing shaft, he slowly flexed his hips.

Maria moaned. "Oh, yeah. That feels wonderful."

Justin bent his head to torment her other nipple while his hands moved down her sides. He pulled her tight against him, grinding her against the hard ridge between his thighs as he sucked the swollen bud into the heat of his mouth and bit down in gentle, rhythmic cadence, matching the pressure between her thighs-bite-shift, relax, bite-shift, relax. He figured he had over an hour to drive her crazy.

Maria moved in restless agitation in his arms, hissing as he latched onto her nipple and pulled it into the warm, moist cave of his mouth. She couldn't imagine doing without the tickling sensation of his mustache and beard. Bringing her hand up to his head, she buried her fingers in his hair and held him to her. Her body wound tight with arousal-skin-tingling, p.u.s.s.y-creaming, world-altering arousal. She pushed aside the front of his leather vest with her other hand and ran her fingers over his chest. In a teasing slide, she smoothed her palm over the light dusting of hair, letting it tickle her, and found the hard nub of his nipple. She smiled as Justin moaned low in his throat when she used her thumb to rub the small b.u.mp. He gasped around her flesh as she pinched and pulled the taut, warm nipple between finger and thumb.

She couldn't contain her own moans as he increased the suction on each of her nipples in turn and used his teeth to sc.r.a.pe over the swollen peaks. His hands at her hips shifted her from side to side over the rigid declaration of his erection, the teasing stimulation on her c.l.i.t making the moisture seep from her channel. He moved her a little to the side, slid one hand to the front of her beaded thong and slowly slipped his fingers under the fabric, pushing the thong down until it caught on the top of her thigh-high boots. His hand went back to smooth over the trim triangle of curls, and with gentle care he worked his fingers between her folds, rubbing back and forth, spreading her juices and ma.s.saging her c.l.i.t.

Maria opened herself to him and swept her hand down Justin's chest, finding the small piece of fabric covering his pulsing shaft. She slipped her hand in to cup him and unfold his c.o.c.k from the restraining leather. Once his c.o.c.k sprang free, she released it and ran her fingers along the fabric to the side. Bless you, Matt, she thought. The thong he bought for Justin to wear had little snaps on the sides. Quickly she undid each one and then drew the sc.r.a.p of fabric from between his legs, throwing it over her shoulder. Now she had the freedom to play. She hissed as Justin swirled his damp fingers around her folds and pressed a finger into her tight pa.s.sage. He pulled out to tease her c.l.i.t again and Maria bent her knees a little to give him better access. His fingers were driving her wild. She took him in hand and encircled the base of his thick shaft to squeeze in a light grip.

Justin pulled away from her breast and with a popping sound released her nipple. He threw his head back and growled as she pulled her closed fist up his broad, blood-engorged length. She looked down at his hand buried between her legs, fondling her slick flesh to madness, while her hand moved up to slide over the dark bulbous head of his c.o.c.k. She traced her fingers in the little slit, trailing in his pre-c.u.m and using her palm to spread the liquid over him for easy lubrication as she started to stroke him.

"Ah, G.o.d almighty, Maria. Those hands!" Justin gasped.

Maria wanted more of him, wanted him mindless with craving for her. She shifted away from his body and stepped out of her thong. In a simultaneous movement, Justin moved to take her in his arms but she stopped him. "No," she mumbled as she pushed him back to lean on the desk and dropped to her knees in front of him. "My turn."

Her tongue darted out and she licked him from root to tip. A rumbling growl erupted from his throat when her wet, Gothic black lips closed over the flared head and she moved her tongue in a swirling motion. She could imagine the sight from his angle. She smiled as Justin gasped, his hips surging forward as she took his length down her throat. She brought one hand up and wrapped it around his shaft, her gaze raking the length of his body, following the light trail of hair from his trembling belly to his shuddering chest as he struggled to breathe. A fine sheen of sweat glistened on his tight muscles, over the throbbing vein at his neck, to his burning gaze.

His lashes fell to half-mast, his pupils dilated. His lips were parted and a look of tortured bliss came over his face. Drawing back, she took pleasure in the silky, solid length in her mouth, the salty-sweet taste of his skin and the throb of life pulsing under her tongue. He hissed when her canines lengthened and she sc.r.a.ped him. The small taste of blood enflamed her arousal and she sucked once before pulling back. "Sorry," she said, as she met his hooded gaze.

Justin moved his hand to her head and skimmed one finger down her cheek. "G.o.d, don't stop!" he said, as he ran his thumb over her mouth, groaning when her tongue slipped through her lips to lick him. "I love the burn of your teeth on my flesh, the pleasure-pain of you feasting on me."

She leaned forward and again wrapped his c.o.c.k in the warm, moist heat of her mouth. She allowed herself a mental smile when he groaned in ecstasy as her tongue found the small nick. Drawing back, she raked her teeth against him and licked the small drops of blood, her eager tongue washing away the spicy sweet nectar. Taking his length down her throat and pumping him with one hand, she slid her head back and forth along his c.o.c.k. She reached up to cup his b.a.l.l.s with her other hand, squeezing with tender force.

Justin roared and dropped his hands to her head. He twisted his fingers into the satin fall of her hair and pumped his hips, shoving his c.o.c.k in and out of her mouth as hot jets of come pulsed from his shaft and shot down her throat. He dropped his hands from her head and braced them beside his hips on the desk as she started to move back, teasing his now semi-hard c.o.c.k by swiping the small hole at the tip with her tongue and then taking just the head into her mouth.

"Hmmm." Maria's vibrating sound of pleasure wrapped around the sensitive head, and once more Justin's c.o.c.k reacted, becoming fully engorged.

The sensual la.s.situde from his climax disappeared in short seconds, and he reached down between one heartbeat and the next to grasp Maria by her arms and pull her to her feet. He kissed her lips softly, tasting himself as he turned with her in his arms and bent to swipe the few papers off the top of the desk. Standing back from her, he bit out, "Bend over the desk."

Maria groaned when the cool wood touched her sensitive nipples as she lay her body down. She felt Justin behind her as he spread the cheeks of her a.s.s, and felt him dip and slide his fingers along the lips of her v.u.l.v.a, spreading the cream oozing from her c.u.n.t.

"I am going to lick and suck on you until you come, then I'm going to f.u.c.k you," he moaned, and her body clenched in antic.i.p.ation at his words. Justin fell to one knee and used his hands to separate her swollen l.a.b.i.a, where she felt his hot breath against her flesh and the slow slide of his tongue through her slick folds. She gasped and grabbed for a hold on the desk.

The thrust of Justin's tongue spiked through her like a bolt of electricity shooting straight to her core. Maria groaned at the sensation, her body tightening as she let herself drown in the pleasure washing over her. She jerked in urgent demand against his mouth, feeling his tongue circle her hardened c.l.i.t, his lips and teeth pulling at the inflamed nub while his short facial hair abraded her sensitive skin and added to her pleasure. His fingers slid inside her, pushing her closer to o.r.g.a.s.m as his tongue lapped and his mouth suckled. He ran his wet fingers up to the little rosette of her a.s.s and teased her tight flesh. "Justin, please," she cried. "f.u.c.k me!"

He groaned into her c.u.n.t and stood in one quick motion. Taking his c.o.c.k in hand, he slid it up and down her weeping slit. Maria moaned beneath him and arched her back, offering her dripping c.u.n.t.

She gasped as he pushed the thick, swollen tip of his c.o.c.k against her pa.s.sage. Moaned and thrashed her head in agony as he taunted her with a scant inch. In. Out. She moaned. "Please-f.u.c.kmef.u.c.kme," she begged. She screamed as he slammed his c.o.c.k inside, stretching and filling her. They both cried out in shared pleasure as the clawing, greedy cravings took control of their bodies.

They melded together in a frenzied dance of agonized rapture and raced for completion. His hips drove his erection deep within her. He thrust hard and fast, b.a.l.l.s slapping against her sensitive c.l.i.t. He held her hip and pulled her against him, sliding one hand into the crevice between her cheeks and down to coat his fingers with their mixed secretions, using them to coat her little puckered a.n.u.s. Maria twitched and thrust against him, her keening cries of pleasure encouraging him to press her for more.

His finger slid an inch into her tight second entrance.

"Oh, G.o.d. OhG.o.dohG.o.dohG.o.d," she chanted. Her hands clutched at the smooth surface of the desk as she tried in desperation to find something to hold on to. She didn't notice the grooves her strong fingers and nails left in the wood as her mind and body focused on his pounding c.o.c.k and the feel of his finger pushing just past the entrance of her a.s.s.

She could feel her inner muscles clench around him, feel the spasms preceding her o.r.g.a.s.m. He used his body to force her l.u.s.t higher, bending a little at the waist and using one hand on the desk to prop himself up as his stomach pushed against the hand at her a.s.s, driving his finger inside the firm rosette as he dug his c.o.c.k into the pulsing spasms of her c.u.n.t.

Maria screamed, bucking hard against him. She felt the bite of sensual pain in her a.s.s, the thrust and drag of his long thick c.o.c.k in her v.a.g.i.n.a, the slap of his t.e.s.t.i.c.l.es against her c.l.i.t. The combined sensations pushed her arousal so high, torturous need seized her insides and burned her alive as he f.u.c.ked her. He had to stop, he wouldn't stop, and she wanted more. She couldn't make sense of what she wanted. She knew she was going to come so hard she would surely pa.s.s out from the pleasure. She struggled against him, screaming once again as agonizing pleasure exploded through her body. Jolts of o.r.g.a.s.mic bliss sizzled through every nerve, searing each and every inch of her skin. She slumped forward, her forehead pressed against the cool wood of the desk as she took huge gulps of air. He wasn't done with her.

Maria's climax rippled in frenzied contractions over Justin's c.o.c.k. Her gripping muscles milked his shaft and he hungered, wanted everything she could give him. He pulled his finger out of her a.s.s and slid his c.o.c.k in a slow, agonizing withdrawal from her hot channel. He reached beneath Maria and gently pulled her up to her feet, guiding her to lie on her back on the floor. Going to his knees, he pulled her thighs apart and slid his still-hard c.o.c.k back into her as she stared at him with pa.s.sion-glazed eyes. She whimpered as he lowered his body, cupping one breast to play with her nipple. He smiled at her hiss and felt her body tense against him. He rocked gently inside her and bent to kiss her, his tongue teasing, thrusting and playing with her long incisors. "Bite me," he pleaded, and bared his neck to her.

He needed this. Needed the white-hot pain of her fangs sliding into him as the sensation of her mouth feeding from him built his desire to inconceivable pleasure.

Maria stretched to caress the skin along his throbbing vein with her tongue and the sweet antic.i.p.ation caused her inner muscles to clench around the demanding pulse of his c.o.c.k. He groaned into her neck.

"d.a.m.n it, suck me. Suck me hard!" he ordered.

With slow deliberate pressure, she bit into him and laved the area with her tongue. He moaned as she caught the first drops of blood and drew on his flesh. He tensed and thrust his hips hard against her, grinding as she suckled and falling into a sensual rhythm, mimicking his driving force.

G.o.d, I love this! Justin roared in erotic fulfillment as he buried himself deep. The sharp slice of pleasure expanded and burst through him like a lash of fire. His control shattered and he felt his s.e.m.e.n explode from the tip, rushing to fill her hot c.u.n.t. Long, thick streams seemed to rip from deep inside with each erotic pull at his neck. His chest heaved and he fought for breath as he felt Maria pull back and lick the two pinp.r.i.c.ks, and a deep shudder ran through his body.

"This frantic need I have for your body is going to kill me," he growled. He already wanted to start over.

Maria laughed in a weak stupor. "What a way to go," she murmured. Her thoughts were locked on the sensations that had swamped her entire being when the hot, spicy wash of his blood flooded her mouth and the brutal digs of his shaft filled her c.u.n.t. She had exploded once more beneath him, screaming against his neck and flying free as she bore down and climaxed a second time.

He wanted to talk, and she drifted in afterglow heaven.

He grinned and moved to her side, bringing her into his arms. He was amazed he didn't feel tired, but energized after f.u.c.king her. "I went to the library today," he said against the skin of her neck as he kissed her.

"Oh?"

"Yeah, I wanted to refresh my memory of French history."

Maria snorted.

Justin laid back, content to rest with Maria close to his side. "I find it hard to believe you were married at fourteen. I know times are different now but that seems very young."

Maria drifted...comfortable, her head cushioned on one of Justin's arms. Now that she could think, she loved the fact he wanted to cuddle and talk after s.c.r.e.w.i.n.g her brains out. "It could have been worse," she said. "Louie was only fifteen, and rather awkward around me. He preferred hunting and working in his locksmith shop to either his royal duties or being in my presence." She wondered how much to share with Justin, and then decided it didn't matter. This discussion centered on ancient history.

"He had a medical condition that prevented him from fathering children, and it took him seven years to consummate our marriage. Painful, embarra.s.sing years. s.e.x never meant more to him than the ability to procreate. We didn't share what you would call an intimate relationship. Both of us did our duty and that was all." She fell silent, remembering the cold stares. The blame heaped on her for not bearing an heir to the throne right away.

"Did you read about the Diamond Necklace Affair?" she asked, once the memories receded.

He held her tighter and smoothed his hand over her arm, as if somehow sensing her pain. "Isn't that where some cardinal was tricked by Jeanne...somebody...into buying a necklace with six hundred and forty-seven diamonds, and she told him you demanded it as a peace offering to get back in your good graces?"

She turned and looked at him. "Yes. You really did do some intense homework on me, and I'm thankful you chose a book with the correct version of the story. For most of my life, and long after I 'died', I was blamed for the theft of the necklace Jeanne de la Motte and her husband took to England and sold. When the French jeweler didn't get paid, he came and asked me for the money. I'd never heard about the d.a.m.ned diamonds, yet somehow I still got blamed for their disappearance. Even after Jeanne was convicted of thievery, the general consensus was that the 'extravagant and unpopular Queen' had to be behind the matter in some way."

"You don't appear to be too extravagant to me," he said. He reached out to smooth one finger over her chest, down to her nipple. In what seemed to be just an idle caress, he rubbed his thumb over the tip. The calluses on his hands teased over her sensitive flesh.

Maria shifted a little into his touch, took a deep breath and tried to concentrate on what they'd been talking about. "Ummm, no. I never was. I wore the clothes and jewels that were laid out for me. I wasn't allowed to worry my pretty little head about affairs of state or finances. I could go to the theater or b.a.l.l.s or play card games." She remembered now that even her mother would write and tell her to tone things down. Not realizing her daughter didn't have a choice.

The sad thoughts disappeared as he tugged on her nipple. Increased the pressure. Pinched.

"Ahhh, I was a...a...dress-up doll." She gasped as he shifted over her, moved down to take her nipple in his mouth.

"Come on, baby," he whispered into her skin. "Keep talking. I just can't keep my hands and mouth off you, but I promise I'm listening. Tell me."

"Oh, G.o.d... One day I became a scapegoat...oooh...for France's economic problems. I used to sneak out of the palace with friends, wearing peasant garb, and use my gambling and pin money to feed the poor," she finished in a rush. He'd added stroking fingers to the distracting mouth at her breast. Fingers that slipped in and out of her swollen p.u.s.s.y, moving over already sensitive nerve endings.

She pushed her hips up into his hand, moved her arm around to hold his head at her breast. He licked and laved her nipple, sucked hard and pulled back.

"So the whole 'Let them eat cake' thing?" he murmured against her, his hot breath teasing.

"Oh, please don't stop." When he waited she spoke, understanding he wouldn't go on unless she kept talking.

"Was something I never said...never would have said. The French aristocrats hated me, and someone among them drew a detailed cartoon with those sentiments and released it to one of the newspapers of the day... Oh, please, Justin...harder, please." She groaned as he slid his c.o.c.k into her body, moved once and stopped, waiting for her to continue.

"d.a.m.n you," she hissed and tried to move him. Giving up, she said, "They also published a fake autobiography where I supposedly confessed my sins...oh, yeah...just like that."

He started to move within her. Slow. Hard. He pulled back to slip his c.o.c.k over her c.l.i.t and then plunged back in to fill her. At his hesitation, she tried to think about where she'd stopped, frantic to keep him moving. "I can't, ahh...they even said I called myself a prost.i.tute." Normally, thinking about the confusion and pain of the young girl she'd once been saddened her. Now she didn't care...she just wanted to get this over with so she could concentrate on Justin f.u.c.king her.

"Of course, then the rumors started about me slipping out of the palace to meet lovers." She hated this part of her past, hated that she had succ.u.mbed to loneliness. As if Justin could feel her sadness, he increased his pace.

"How did you become a vampire?" he asked. He bent once more to take her nipple into his mouth while his c.o.c.k slid in and out of her slick folds. He rotated his hips and she screamed. He stopped.

"Okay, okay, okay...eventually, those rumors became true. I met a vampyr on one of my philanthropic outings and he later turned me. Ah, more...during my last year as Queen of France, Luke became my one and only lover. Not long before I was imprisoned, he yielded to my demands and made me what I am today, then disappeared soon after when we argued about his perception of my life," she finished. "Please, Justin, f.u.c.k me...don't make me talk."

He growled against her skin. "Well, I for one am glad he did," he said, dismissing the small twinge of jealousy as not important. Luke was several hundred years in the past. "I think we've run out of time right now for French History 101." He punctuated each word with a deep thrust, then pushed himself up on his hands to gain more leverage.

They were beyond the slow pace he'd kept them to earlier. He took her hard and fast. He hammered in and out of her and reveled in her keening cries of enjoyment. They burst together and collapsed once more on the floor.

Chapter Five.

It took them a bit-the hard shift off the floor and the mad dash to take quick, separate showers and re-dress. When Brian knocked on her office door right before 8:30, he hollered through to tell them the hunter had arrived. Several people were waiting for them in a small room off the auditorium. By this time, the only remnant of their pa.s.sion was a small love bite on the side of Justin's neck.

When Maria opened the door, Brian went on to say Justin's father and Marcus had already arrived and were headed for the room with Matt. He grinned mischievously, and said he'd been sent to make sure they took no detours. Justin groaned in silent torment as he walked behind Maria. The sensual sway of her hips, clad only in a thin thong, killed him. He ripped his gaze away from the tempting sight and focused on the back of her head. Getting through tonight would be an excruciating ordeal until he could get her alone again.

Idly, he wondered if vampires put off some sort of pheromone affecting humans with the need for constant s.e.x. Just as quickly he thought about Matt and Brian, and dismissed it. They couldn't live with Maria and maintain their sanity or s.e.xual preference if she did. And deep inside he knew the craving they shared went both ways. She had a difficult time keeping her hands off him as well.

He tried to think dark, ugly thoughts-like remembering the mangled body from last night and why they were here-in an effort to control his raging l.u.s.t. If he walked into the auditorium in this outfit and in his present state, everyone would see immediately the affect her presence had on his libido. He said a quick thank you as his mental exercise worked. Just before they stepped out onto the stage overlooking the theater, his c.o.c.k calmed. Settled. Let him concentrate on his surroundings. He could see several others had also arrived early.

Jesus. It was like stepping into an S&M episode of the Twilight Zone. The red velvet-draped room was a perfect foil for the myriad combinations of scantily clad and exotically displayed bodies. The large auditorium was full of tall, rugged men dressed in meager pieces of black leather, and gorgeous women in spa.r.s.e garments of red and white lace. Several people in brief, form-fitting, latex fetish catsuits and costumes mingled with the throng.

Justin shook his head. One man standing to the side caught his gaze. Large and proud, he was wearing a black p.e.n.i.s bondage tube over his erect d.i.c.k and a chain around his neck. And here Justin felt naked with his a.s.s hanging out between the chaps and his thong. "Thank you," Justin said in pa.s.sing to Brian, as he nodded toward the unknown man.

Brian grinned wide and whispered, "Could have been fun, but Maria would have vetoed it."

Maria led them across the stage and into a small room equipped with a conference table and several chairs. Justin nodded to his father, who was dressed in the promised black suit, and Marcus, who dressed much like Justin. Only Marcus wore his chaps over blue jeans. Justin glared at Brian, then shook his head over the grin and half-hearted shrug the man offered. Bringing his attention back to Maria, he saw her standing in shocked silence. He turned to follow her gaze and saw a tall, extremely muscular, dark-haired man slouched in the far corner. The stranger dressed in simple black jeans and a black T-shirt, with a black biker jacket and cowboy boots, in obvious negation of his surroundings and the vampire dress code. Justin glanced at Maria as she paled and her body tensed. "Luke," she ground out.

Without being aware of his protective instincts, Justin stepped beside her and reached out to steady her by placing a hand at her lower back.

Matt and Brian shifted to stand on the other side of them, and Matt swore under his breath. "Luscious Lucian. s.h.i.t!"

Justin heard the comment and wondered to himself, Luscious Lucian? As in, Luke the vampyr who'd turned Maria into one of the walking dead? That Luke? s.h.i.t indeed. Right away, the small spark of jealousy became a raging inferno in his gut.

Maria felt Justin move beside her, appreciating also the unfailing support of Matt and Brian as they closed ranks on her other side. She knew her bookends had never met Luke, but they'd seen a miniature painting she'd shown them years ago when she told them her life story.

Needing a second or two to settle her thoughts before attempting to make introductions, she cleared her throat and turned to greet Bill and Marcus. "Thanks for coming you two." She turned back in slow motion to acknowledge the still silent man. "Luke," she said, nodding in his direction. She tried to center her thoughts on what she needed to say, instead of the undercurrent of scorn radiating from Luke and the jealous concern coming from Justin.

After Luke turned her, they'd argued about her role in the French government. She remembered how he'd started to believe some of the things bandied about in loud whispers about her at the time. She'd refused to vindicate herself, thinking he should have known better. He disappeared before her ill-fated trip to the guillotine and amazingly enough, she'd managed to avoid running into him in all the decades since.

Figures he'd show up now. Any feelings she'd once had for him were long gone. She didn't understand why he was being such a jerk, unless he still believed she was a wh.o.r.e and a hedonist.

Not her problem.

Justin's concern took definite precedence. She moved to wrap her arm around him. "Justin, remember when we talked about my past?" At his nod, she couldn't help blushing before she continued, "It's unfortunate the hunter the ASC sent to us is the vampyr I told you about. Luke, this is Justin."

Justin nodded to Luke in acknowledgement and then smiled down at Maria in support. "I picked the concern up from your boys," he said. "One day you'll have to tell me why they called him Luscious Lucian. But we can table any discussion for now. What is ASC?" he asked, with just a hint of suppressed annoyance in his voice.

"Absolute Sentinel Council," stated Luke, as he straightened away from the wall. "New toy, Maria?" he asked, as he glanced in dismissive ridicule in Justin's direction.

Justin gestured with his free hand in a brief slash to calm the irritation his father showed. He could handle this.

Maria tightened her hold on Justin's waist. "Behave, Luke. And no, Justin is no toy. He is my Council's new human liaison within the police force. He serves as head of the Unique Crimes task force." Motioning in Bill's direction first, then waving toward Marcus, she continued the introductions. "This is Bill, Justin's father and the Chief of Police. He has been one of my Council liaisons for several decades. Marcus is my Council coroner, he will be giving us all an update on what he found when he looked at the remains of the body I discovered last night." She paused, ticked off when Luke didn't move forward to shake any of the men's hands.

"And these two?" Luke questioned, as he made a trivializing gesture toward Brian and Matt.

Maria smiled in gentle rea.s.surance at her boys. "This is Matthew and Brian," she said with warmth. "My friends and human servants."

Luke seemed taken aback for a moment.

Her voice grew hard, filled with years of knowing she'd earned the right to command. "Now, if we could go into the Council meeting there is a room full of representatives from all of the paranormal groups within this region waiting for us. There is no sense in going through the information twice. I will explain what I ran into last night, Justin will go over what he observed at the crime scene and Marcus will give his findings on the body. Then hopefully you can shed some light on what we are dealing with."

"What do you mean your Council?" he questioned. "And I was under the impression you just discovered this problem last night."

Maria looked at him in scorn, not wanting to play games. "We did," she stated. "Very late last night. I am Sentinel here, and have been for over a hundred years, Luke. I started the Council within the first year."

"How have you managed to arrange a meeting with the entire region's paranormal groups within a few short hours?"

"This is the age of technology, Luke. While I may not care to understand how it works, Matt and Brian are experts. Between the three of us we set up emergency action plans a long time ago. Those plans allowed us to arrange what we call a code one meeting, and then use the tools we'd put in place to make sure everyone was notified. I have always taken my responsibilities seriously." She refused to bow to this man's opinion of her.