Five Night Stand (Fox Brothers Book 2) (4 page)

“You are more beautiful up close.” Drack said as he peered into Scar’s eyes.

“Huh?”

“This is not a negotiation. I need you in my employ. You are with me or you die. It is simple, two options. I would prefer that you live but I will kill you myself right here and now if I have to.”

“Okay sure, whatever, I can, I can be in your gang.”

Drack was mildly irritated. He tried to hide it. “I am all knowing, all seeing and all powerful. Again, you must fear, love and worship me in order for me to spare your life. Can you do these things?”

“Yes, I heard you the first time. As you wish my Lord.” Scar bent into a curtsy, vintage Southern belle style.

Drack smirked. “Sarcasm from a vampire.” Drack turned his back on Scar and walked up the four steps and sat down on his golden throne. His eyes bore into Scar. He licked his lips. “Bow down unto me your beloved new father.”

Plain unadulterated fear won the battle with rebellion. Scar dropped to her knees. She bowed her head to the ground and her face rose to meet Drack’s glacial gaze.

“Now crawl to me.” He waved her forward with his hand.

Scar took a second to process his words. She crawled cat-like to the foot of the stairs. She looked up at Drack. He was wearing his vampire and demonesque smile.

“Come.” Scar scanned the platform. She could see he enjoyed having power.

“Now wash my feet.”

Scar’s face etched into a frown. “Where is the water?”

“Wash my feet, with your tongue.” He smirked.

Scar pressed pause. Her thoughts did not appear on her face. She tried and succeeded in holding in her disgust. Was this his normal way or did she sense he had an attraction to her? If he weren’t Drack she would know for sure. A lot of men were attracted to her but he wasn’t a man. He was some hybrid monster that thought he was a god when he was clearly the devil.

As if a light switch went off it all became clear. Scar faked a smile. She climbed the steps on her knees and perched herself on the landing. She lifted one of Drack’s feet from the golden pillow he had rested them upon. She made sure she looked him in the eye. Then she saw it. He was attracted to her. She wouldn’t give up her fight. She would use this to her advantage. She licked his huge foot starting at the ball. She sensually worked her way up to his largest digit and took it all into her mouth.

Drack remained perfectly still. His eyes squinted to a slit as he hungrily looked down at Scar. His mouth fell open.

“That is enough.” He hurriedly coughed out. Scar stopped sucking and wiped the corners of her mouth.

Drack slowly stood. Scarlet stood to meet his piercing gaze.

Drack whipped open his robe. The garment bellowed out like a long luxurious magical curtain. The robe extended and covered Scar and Drack completely within it. The cape blew out in a mystical windstorm. She wasn’t sure how he was doing it. His body was pressed tightly against her. She was locked into him.

She was as motionless as one could be. Then she felt him covertly enter her snatch. He had lowered her leggings and quickly burrowed his meaty pole inside her. He was moving hard and fast and filling her as she contracted around his large member. Scar was frozen as he held her up. She would say she was being violated if the feeling wasn’t so completely pleasurable and deeply penetrating. Was this what sex with a hybrid felt like or was it Drack?

For more than a few seconds, Scar made cosmic orgasmic moans that resonated from under the robe. Whatever he was doing was not something she could translate into words.

She tried to fight his allure but her body betrayed her and she came all over his monstrous hybrid dick. Everything stopped dead. No sound. No movement. No wind. The extension of the robe dissipated.

Drack stepped back leaving Scar spent and unsteady before him. He sat on his golden throne. He was exactly the same as before, a beautiful statue. She was barely able to pull her pants up.

Scar’s body trembled and her legs gave way. She dropped down to the ground. She fell hard. She was disheveled. She looked like she had been in a gang fight.

“Was it good for you?” Drack asked eager to hear her response or maybe he was taunting her.

Scar looked up from the ivory floor. She was so pissed at him and at herself.

“Don’t do that again.” Guilt crept into her spine. She felt like she had betrayed Max. She couldn’t even say Drack forced himself on her, especially because she enjoyed it so much.

“Yes, fear, love and worship.” He smirked, so evidently drunk on his on power.

“Yes my Lord.” She said words she didn’t mean to say.

“Please come to me.” He said please. It freaked her out. She slowly moved over to Drack and buried her head in his lap.

“I fear, love and worship you.” She said and fifty percent was bullshit and to her dismay the other fifty percent was the truth.

Drack stroked her curly thick hair sending orgasmic sensations through her vampire body. “Even God needs a pet.”

Scar touched Drack’s hand. He took her face in his hands and gazed into her red-hued vampire eyes.

“That was a gift.”

“I want more.” Scar couldn’t believe she was begging this monster for more of anything.

Drack chuckled. “I have one more just for you.”Drack helped Scar to standing. Drack raised his huge hand.

An explosive flash of bright white light shot from his hand and struck Scar hard in the chest. Her body flew across the room and smashed into an ivory wall. Scar took in a loud, deep asthmatic breath.

“Happy birthday, my vampire pet. Now you have a heartbeat.”

CHAPTER 4

Monica’s house was nice and cozy. She had a three-bedroom ranch in a quiet neighborhood in a town full of nothing but quiet neighborhoods. Ryan had been there before so he knew his way around the place. Not much had changed since the last time he was there. Ryan directed his brother to the guest room. After eating enough food to feed three men at the roadhouse Max was ready to pass out.

Max decided to let Ryan wait up for Monica. He wanted to get up bright and early to tackle their job. Max didn’t have any problem falling asleep in the guest bedroom. It had been a while since he slept in a real bed. He was accustomed to the beds in the motels. It seemed that Ryan and him were always on a job.

Ryan waited up for Monica. He sat alone in the darkness of her living room. He had left the front door unlocked for her like he said he would. Monica walked in and was startled by Ryan’s presence in her living room.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” Ryan replied.

Monica put her purse down on the table by the door. “You didn’t have to wait up.”

“Yeah I know but.” Ryan frowned. He couldn’t really come up with a way to phrase his jumbled thoughts.

“But what?”

“I just wanted to say thank you for putting us up. I’m sorry for what happened between us years ago.”

Monica flicked the light switch. “Nothing really happened. You just disappeared.”

“I know and I’m sorry. I was really screwed up back then.” He couldn’t really tell her the truth. He couldn’t admit that he was possessed by a demon. She would think he was crazy. He really was sorry for bailing on her at the last minute.

Monica was just a nice lady from a small town. She was completely unaware of all the monsters that went bump in the night. Ryan didn’t really have a way to make it up to her. At least he wanted to try to let her know just how sorry he was for his previous asshole behavior.

“Well the past it’s just the past. I’m willing to let it go if you are.”

“Yeah of course.”

“When did you turn out to be so agreeable? I remember the way you were before. If I say jump you would say the opposite. It was really really tiring.”

“I’m sorry for that.”

“Stop saying you’re sorry. You don’t have to be sorry for the way you were before. It’s okay.”

“No Monica.” Ryan rose from his chair and he stalked toward Monica. He was so much taller than she was. “It wasn’t okay. I’m saying I’m sorry because I really am sorry.”

“Fine.”

“So if you want to punch me, slap me, or do something. I’m okay with that just take your best shot.”

“You know you made me do things I had never done before. Did you know that?”

“Yes I remember.” Ryan smiled down at her. He snuck a peek at her mocha breasts in her push up bustier. Her waitress uniform was very revealing. He could just push the fabric of the cups aside and latch on to her breast in a millisecond.

“What are you looking at?” Monica asked knowing what he was gawking at.

Ryan had been caught gawking at her firm tantalizing cleavage. He blushed. “I was just looking down.”

“So now you’re shy?”

“No.”

“Really who are you? Do you remember what happened the first time you came here?”

“Yes of course I do.” Images of the first time he stepped foot in her house flashed vividly in Ryan’s mind.

“Tell me. I don’t think you remember.”

“Oh I remember every single detail.” And he did, he was demon possessed but he remembered their encounter clearly. “I could show you.”

“You could show me.” Monica giggled. She highly doubted he could duplicate the actions of the cocky arrogant stranger she had met all those years ago.

“You think it’s funny?”

“Well Ryan Fox, you obviously have changed a lot since the last time I saw you.” Monica turned her back on Ryan. She only made it two steps before he yanked her by her hair and pulled her close to him. Ryan let go of her hair to cup her throat in his huge hand. He squeezed her neck and forcefully directed her to her knees.

Ryan walked around to face her as she looked up at him. Ryan paused a moment to consider what he was doing. He was doing something he would never do but he remembered how good it felt the first time around. He also remembered that Monica wasn’t afraid of him before. He was gruff, a brute and a domineering ass but somehow she found pleasure in it. He could easily mimic his demon-possessed behavior. He couldn’t believe that he actually wanted to relive that beastly performance.

Monica stared up at Ryan as he unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. He let his jeans drop to his ankles along with his boxers.

Monica stared up at his massive cock. It was bigger than she remembered. Fear set in as she wondered how he quickly turned from nice guy to asshole. He was already an ass before, a charming sexy ass but he was a monster. His firm meat was stone and pointed down in her direction by the force of its weight. He could hurt somebody with that massive member. She recalled how he made it hurt so good the entire time he stayed with her.

It was five pleasure filled days and nights. She recalled how he didn’t have a key but somehow he would find a way to break into her house and end up in her bed. She recalled he didn’t talk much but he always seemed to want to be inside her. Monica normally was repulsed by jerks but there was something about Ryan that didn’t quite fit. This intrigued her and she invited him back to her place. She had never invited a stranger back to her place. But somehow he talked her into it. That’s when he gave her the best sex of her life. That’s when she felt a real intense orgasm. She wondered if he knew he was the best she ever had.

Ryan bent slightly to grab Monica’s jaw in his hand. He leaned into her face. “Open your mouth.” Monica obeyed. His glare was terrifying but sexy. “Suck it.” He commanded as he released her jaw.

Monica angled forward and wrapped her lips around the thick bulbous head of Ryan’s member. Her jaw stretched to take all of him in. She tried to inch her way down his shaft as far as she could but she choked and eased back. Ryan tangled his fingers in her hair and slowly eased further into her throat.

Monica moaned over his cock as her mouth instinctively moistened. Ryan rocked back and forth in her damp mouth.

“Suck this cock.” Ryan whispered. He was saying things he would never say. He was the good brother but he was acting like the bad one. “Suck this cock.” He remembered that was exactly what he said to Monica when he was demon possessed.

“Suck this fucking cock.” He grumbled. He listened as Monica gagged. She choked as he quickened his pace.

He knew he should be terrified of his behavior but somehow the control gave him strength. Just a month ago he was hearing voices and seeing demons that weren’t really there. Now he was forcing his rock-hard cock in sweet Monica’s wet mouth.

Ryan made the mistake of looking down at her wrapped around his member and he almost came in her mouth. He grabbed a handful of her hair and eased her off his cock. That was too close he thought.

“Get out.” He commanded. Monica swiftly moved to her feet. “Bedroom, naked, all fours, facedown.”

Ryan remembered he said those exact words before. Monica scurried away. This was so easy for him. Monica was just like he left her. It was like time hadn’t passed at all.

He couldn’t believe how badly he wanted to conquer her. He wanted to bang her tight pussy into submission just as he did before. It turned him on that she wasn’t turned off by this Neanderthal version of him. He started to question how much of the demon possessed Ryan was really him? He was enjoying this too much. Was this crude guy who he truly was inside under all the layers of a shy guy? It couldn’t be. He was really a good guy.