Page 24 of Pity the Living, Not the Dead

Whack!To the other cheek.

“Knock it off!”

“Keep giving me attitude and this will continue,” I warned him and swatted again. Only this time, in lieu of protest, he moaned. Another to the opposite side and he released a deeper moan. Snaking a hand around his front, I fully expected to grip a limp cock but instead found Liam hard as a rock. “Well, my love, seems we’ve unearthed a new kink to peruse.”

“Mumph,” he half-ass protested. I gave him a couple rough strokes, just enough to light the flames while prepping him. When he started riding the three fingers I had worked inside him, I knew he was more than ready.

“Brace yourself. Bratty fucks aren’t slow or methodical.” I spread his cheeks wide and pushed to the hilt in a single thrust, and was rewarded with a deep, feral growl from Liam. “Ah, seems my little brat is full of surprises tonight.”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

“Oh Liam, do not push my buttons or you’ll regret it.” Pulling him upright, I firmly gripped his throat, tilted his head to the side, and sank my fangs into his neck. Every cant of my hips hit the sweet spot, but the firm grip my other hand had at the base of his cock wouldn’t allow him to come.Yet.

“When. Do. I. Get. To. Fuck. You?” he grunted each word as I pumped into him.

“When you’ve earned it. This petulant child you’ve turned into will get you nowhere fast.” I sank my teeth once again into his throat, putting a stop to his incessant chatter. My hips never faltered through the discussion as I chased my orgasm. The dominant inside me laughed as I denied him his. “Liam,” ghosted from my lips when I came.

“Hey! What? Wait.” Liam muttered. “Why do you get to come but I don’t?”

“You don’t deserve it. You’ve been an ass of epic proportions since the change,” I replied, stepping under the second showerhead.

“So, you think leaving me in this state of arousal will bode well while hunting? I’m gonna come in my pants the first time I feed tonight.”

He had a point, whether I agreed with it or not. “Fine.” I dropped to my knees to suck him off. The second he grabbed my hair, I sank my fangs into the main vein running along the underside of his cock.

“Elijah,” he gasped. This act was one of the more intimate sexual acts a vampire could perform. Trusting another to drink from such a prized appendage renders one somewhat helpless while doing so. As I retracted my fangs, he came with a roar loud enough to wake the dead. Spurt after spurt filled my mouth to overflowing. I was unable to take it all in.

“That was…I’m at a loss for words,” Liam dramatically sighed. With each passing day, the drama queen inside him peeked through. I had to admit, I enjoyed it as much as it had a tendency to frustrate me.

“That response made it more than worth it,” I teased. Mostly. “Let’s get dressed and head out. I have something up my sleeve I want to try with you tonight.”

“Should I be scared?”

“At this point, I can’t gauge your reactions. Right when I think you’ve figured one of the many new enlightenments within yourself out, you snap and go the opposite direction. What we’re about to do will either make or break you once and for all. I’m hoping the latter will put things into perspective for you.”

For this, we were taking the hunt into Seattle, a city on the verge of transforming into an apocalyptic nightmare. The city I once loved was now lined with needles, trash, and a multitude of other things I don’t care to assess. Boarded-up windows of mom-and-pop shops gone out of business. Tents erected along the sidewalks. Broken-down motor homes where I’d witnessed less-than-savory exchanges taking place. It was truly depressing. How the elected officials allowed it to reach this point, I’ll never know. It was painful to see and would quickly be out of hand if they didn’t soon reverse the effects caused by their bad choices. I remembered the lush, vibrant, happy place it used to be. Now, it only lessened my faith in humanity as the inhabitants spiraled out of control.

We parked the car in a private garage I had access to and headed out into the streets. Without a doubt, I knew we’d find what we needed for this exercise in the park behind Pike Place Market. “Liam, welcome to the jungle,” I announced, seeing the party was already underway.

“Smells like shit and piss,” he said, scrunching his nose.

I groaned, the excrement and bile assaulting my senses as well. “Yes, scents that we will never be rid of, I’m afraid. Shit,” I muttered. “Looks like a couple of tourists took a very wrong turn. Liam, they’re not for dining, but we do need to save them from that lot they are up against.”

“Gentlemen, what seems to be the problem here?” I asked as we walked up to the picnic bench where an unsavory group of men currently had the pair of visitors trapped.

“Who the fuck are you and how is this any of your business?” The alpha male said, granting me no personal space. The man reeked of whiskey and cigarettes.

“I made it my business when I heard them ask repeatedly for directions back to their hotel, yet you denied them that. What were your intentions, exactly?” I pressed.

“The odds are in our favor,” the man announced to the group. “Two against ten. I say we leave the two lost lovebirds here while we deal with this interruption.” The band of smelly street rats circled us. I nodded to Liam, an understanding passing between us that he needed to get the visitors safely headed in the direction of their hotel.

“Looks like your friend ditched ya,” he said. Little did he know, taking on the ten of them, tweakers and all, wouldn’t so much as break a sweat for me.

Before they could make a move, Liam’s scent hit me. He’d embraced his vampiric speed from the onset of the change and had returned in no time. “Liam,” I whispered, knowing he could hear, “take the one in front of me. This one, you can kill.”

As soon as the fight broke out, six of the partygoers bailed, leaving us to deal with the remaining four. I fed from three—the drugs in their system were detectible, vile, but outside of the horrid taste, they had no effect on vampires—while giving Liam space for his first kill. His eyes blackened, a predatorial sneer crossing his face as he fully transformed for the first time and sank his fangs into the man’s jugular.

Feral.

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