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to the other vampires. In a movement too fast to even follow with the eye, one
of them grabbed Williams, one grabbed Ellen Beth, and the three of them leapt
into the air in a bound of tautly fluttering black trench coat.
"We all love Nicky," Marcus said before he took his own bound into the air.
"You keep him alive, we'll do our part." And then he was gone and Nicky and I
were alone under the brittle cold night sky.
The throb of the music reached us from the club and Nicky wrapped his arms
around me and we moved together, dancing silently in the still purple night.
It was not a slow song it was pulsing and visceral: raw music. Nicky rocked
back a little onto his haunches, and pulled me into the cradle of his hips
until I could feel the ridge of his erection nestling in the cleft of my ass.
I startled, pushing myself forward, but his hands wrapped securely around my
waist and pulled me back against him.
"Shhhh& he whispered in my ear, a sensation that always made my panties
flood. I'd thought that it was because it was Adrian or Green or Bracken doing
the whispering and I was almost disappointed to find out that it was the nerve
endings in my ear, and not the man. "Shhh," Nicky said again, rubbing his
hands on my arms and down around my waist again, his warmth seeping into my
bones. Were-creatures always ran supernaturally warm, and right now Nicky's
light-speed metabolism was the only thing keeping my teeth from chattering. I
relaxed just a little, the soft flesh of my now skinny bottom easing against
him.
"It's okay, he murmured again. "We're supposed to.
We're supposed to. We were supposed to make love. Everybody knew we were
supposed to make love. Bracken had given me his shawl and his blessing. Green
had taken me on a walking tour of Nicky's body, and had loved Nicky himself.
And Nicky had been nothing if not my fellow student, my helper, and my friend.
And he was warm and the music was moving my body, and it was time that I took
my lover to bed.
I leaned fully against him, and could feel him between my legs, separated only
by the fabric of his clothing. A sound ripped out of his throat, a groan that
had nothing to do with pain, and everything to do with the fact that I could
feel the head of his phallus, the little ridge that bordered it, rubbing at
the cleft of my bottom.
I took Nicky's two hands in my own and lowered them down to the hem of my
skirt and the tights on my thighs beneath, and raised them, palms down, up my
thighs, slowly. His hands took over of their own volition, following a course
up under my skirt until it was rucked up to my hips, and his warm, warm hands
found their way to my stomach and under the elastic of the tights. My own
hands reached behind me and found purchase on his hips as he smoothed his way
down my stomach. My stomach clenched in reaction, and the tights were rolled
down my narrow little hips, puddling at my feet and my fuck-me shoes. With
squirmy little movements I toed off my shoes, the motion bringing my now bare
body up against Nicky's groin.
He groaned again, a raw, tearing sound, and I reached behind me and loosened
his belt, listening for the buckle to hit the ground as it dragged his pants
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with it. Nicky, following the example of every preternatural man I've ever
known, wasn't wearing any underwear. And now neither was I. The music
throbbed, it beat, and Nicky's hands pulled me back into the cradle of his
hips again, and this time, his cock slid into me as though it belonged there,
and every nerve ending in my body sang. His hands came up in front of me,
moving under my bra and palming my pointed little boobs. Rough fingers tweaked
my nipples and now my throat issued the shredded sound. Oh God, it felt good.
Suddenly, my brain was full of sex words, the words Green and I didn't use,
the words Bracken and I used for play because what we did in bed was so much
larger than they were. Fuck me, Nicky, fuck me& hard& fuck me with your cock,
dammit. Oh, Goooooodddddddessss, that feels&
And then his fingers, regular sized, slightly rough, nimble clever fingers,
found my clitoris (another sex word, blessed, blessed word to give voice to
this human feeling of cock in my womb& of fingers pressing hard on my bundle of
nerves, of exploding electricity shivering in my channel, along my skin, along
the hair at the nape of my neck standing on end& )
"Oh God, Nicky, I'm going to come& "They were my words, rent out in puffs of
breath into the chill night air, and then I was undone, shattering into
fragments of sheltering stars.
Suddenly Nicky was no longer inside of me, and there was a scalding splash on
my lower back underneath my skirt. He hadn't been wearing a condom, I thought
wretchedly. I had forgotten that he could get me pregnant. I leant forward,
hands on my knees, bottom poking in the air, gasping for breath, and tried not
to cry. We had done it, it had felt wonderful so good in fact that I had
forgotten my promise to Green, to Bracken, never spoken but made in my heart
nonetheless, to have their children first.
But Nicky was pulling up my tights and my panties, both of which stuck wetly
to my back, but neither of us had a towel, and I would not use Bracken's
precious shawl to wipe the come off my skin. Then he was pulling down my skirt
and I straightened to let him. He moved away from me for a moment on a blast
of frigid air, and I heard the subtle sounds of a man doing up his pants and
fastening his belt.
Nicky's arms were back around me again, and his hand, suddenly forceful, when
Nicky wasn't usually forceful, grasped my chin and turned my head sideways. He
placed a kiss then, a benediction on my lips, and I realized that for all that
we had consummated our binding, we had never kissed.
He had been so sweet, and passionate, and everything a lover should be. I
closed my eyes on the thought of Green and Bracken, and how I'd almost broken
faith with both of them, on the promise of raw human passion with a man I was
obligated to love, and kissed Nicky purely, filtering the taint of what I felt
behind my eyes, so that he could enjoy his moment, his first best moment with
a woman. I kissed him back, turning my body into his embrace, and the kiss
deepened, became passionate, and ended, the two of us holding each other and
dancing again, this time warmly, sweetly, in the cold moonlight.
I don't remember the ride home, if we talked or not. I remember that Nicky
escorted me up to my room with a chivalry and gallantry that made me smile,
and he gave me another sweet kiss, his tongue barely brushing mine, then
retreating for a chaste peck on the lips.
"Thanks Nicky, I said softly. "It was a lovely evening.
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