werewolf.
“It’s okay, baby,” she purred. She pulled the long fall of her hair from her shoulder and brought his mouth to her exposed neck. “I’ve got what you need.”
His fangs slid out and sank into her flesh. Her head fell back and she moaned, a deep sound of pleasure. Almost immediately her blood seemed to give him strength. He moved their bodies until they lay on the floor, the vampire on top, his werewolf writhing under him as he drank her blood. Her cries became steadily louder.
For a moment no one said anything. An awed whisper of “damn” slipped out of Brandon. Kirkbride shook his head, grabbing the reporter and dragging him away.
“Hey, easy,” Brandon complained, holding his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Kirkbride replied. He gave Haywood a look and Haywood motioned for Lenny and Rowdy to close ranks and turn their backs.
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Jessie snapped. “Am I gonna have to turn a water hose on you two? Maybe a flamethrower?” She turned on her heel and walked to Kirkbride’s side. “This is disgusting. I may hurl.” She glanced back at the pair on the floor. “Get a room!”
Haywood said, “Why aren’t we killing them, exactly?”
Kirkbride started to speak but Jessie cut him off. “Because I want to know what the hell is going on. Then you can kill them. Hell, I’ll even help you.”
“What’s going on is this vampire and his...girlfriend have been having themselves a nice little feeding frenzy, and now it’s time for it to stop.”
Jessie looked up at Haywood, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You don’t seem like a guy who suffers from a lot of moral ambiguities. I like that.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the couple in question. “And their feeding frenzy is over, but part of my job is to question them. Then they die.”
Kirkbride asked, “What sort of details are you looking for?”
“Yeah,” said Brandon. “I thought you said it was just a big monster gangbang.”
The werewolf gave a loud, drawn out cry, like something from a pay-per-view channel.
“Oh, vomit a lot,” Jessie muttered, rolling her eyes. “Vampires and werewolves are enemies. The battle isn’t what you’d call hot right now, but our monarch and theirs don’t see eye to eye, so no peace agreement. There hasn’t been a major conflict in years, just a dust-up every now and then. My king wants to keep it that way.”
“Then isn’t this a good thing?” Brandon asked, to shocked stares from the mortals present. “I mean, those two seem to get along.”
Jessie sneered. “Those two are disgusting and unnatural.”
“And you’re a bigot,” said the male vampire.
The group turned to find the injured vampire standing, albeit unsteadily. Tall and lean, he had a well-muscled build obvious under black cargo pants and dark-blue hoodie, which were covered in bloodstains and torn from the shotgun blast. Close-cropped dark blond hair, light brown eyes and Nordic cheekbones would have made him handsome, if he weren’t dirty and rather sickly looking. Even so, there was no fear in his face, just a sort of tired resignation. Addressing Jessie, he said, “Did the king really send you?”
“Of course he did! This kind of mayhem attracts way too much attention. It’s going to stop, now.”
“Who’s going to stop us?” The werewolf rose from the floor to stand with her vampire, wrapping her arms around his waist, heedless of her nudity. Almost as tall as him, her long black hair flowed down her back, honey-colored skin marred here and there with scars and smeared with blood. The fresh bite wound on her neck still bleeding, she stared at them with defiance. Generous curves and an almost tangible inner heat gave her an incredibly sexual aura, tempered by an undercurrent of savagery. “You and these weak humans?” Her lips curled into a feral smile.
“Trust me, Toto, I can do it all by myself,” Jessie answered with a smile of her own. “But if they want to have some fun too,
“It’s okay, baby,” she purred. She pulled the long fall of her hair from her shoulder and brought his mouth to her exposed neck. “I’ve got what you need.”
His fangs slid out and sank into her flesh. Her head fell back and she moaned, a deep sound of pleasure. Almost immediately her blood seemed to give him strength. He moved their bodies until they lay on the floor, the vampire on top, his werewolf writhing under him as he drank her blood. Her cries became steadily louder.
For a moment no one said anything. An awed whisper of “damn” slipped out of Brandon. Kirkbride shook his head, grabbing the reporter and dragging him away.
“Hey, easy,” Brandon complained, holding his shoulder.
“Sorry,” Kirkbride replied. He gave Haywood a look and Haywood motioned for Lenny and Rowdy to close ranks and turn their backs.
“Oh, for crying out loud!” Jessie snapped. “Am I gonna have to turn a water hose on you two? Maybe a flamethrower?” She turned on her heel and walked to Kirkbride’s side. “This is disgusting. I may hurl.” She glanced back at the pair on the floor. “Get a room!”
Haywood said, “Why aren’t we killing them, exactly?”
Kirkbride started to speak but Jessie cut him off. “Because I want to know what the hell is going on. Then you can kill them. Hell, I’ll even help you.”
“What’s going on is this vampire and his...girlfriend have been having themselves a nice little feeding frenzy, and now it’s time for it to stop.”
Jessie looked up at Haywood, quirking an eyebrow at him. “You don’t seem like a guy who suffers from a lot of moral ambiguities. I like that.” She jerked a thumb over her shoulder at the couple in question. “And their feeding frenzy is over, but part of my job is to question them. Then they die.”
Kirkbride asked, “What sort of details are you looking for?”
“Yeah,” said Brandon. “I thought you said it was just a big monster gangbang.”
The werewolf gave a loud, drawn out cry, like something from a pay-per-view channel.
“Oh, vomit a lot,” Jessie muttered, rolling her eyes. “Vampires and werewolves are enemies. The battle isn’t what you’d call hot right now, but our monarch and theirs don’t see eye to eye, so no peace agreement. There hasn’t been a major conflict in years, just a dust-up every now and then. My king wants to keep it that way.”
“Then isn’t this a good thing?” Brandon asked, to shocked stares from the mortals present. “I mean, those two seem to get along.”
Jessie sneered. “Those two are disgusting and unnatural.”
“And you’re a bigot,” said the male vampire.
The group turned to find the injured vampire standing, albeit unsteadily. Tall and lean, he had a well-muscled build obvious under black cargo pants and dark-blue hoodie, which were covered in bloodstains and torn from the shotgun blast. Close-cropped dark blond hair, light brown eyes and Nordic cheekbones would have made him handsome, if he weren’t dirty and rather sickly looking. Even so, there was no fear in his face, just a sort of tired resignation. Addressing Jessie, he said, “Did the king really send you?”
“Of course he did! This kind of mayhem attracts way too much attention. It’s going to stop, now.”
“Who’s going to stop us?” The werewolf rose from the floor to stand with her vampire, wrapping her arms around his waist, heedless of her nudity. Almost as tall as him, her long black hair flowed down her back, honey-colored skin marred here and there with scars and smeared with blood. The fresh bite wound on her neck still bleeding, she stared at them with defiance. Generous curves and an almost tangible inner heat gave her an incredibly sexual aura, tempered by an undercurrent of savagery. “You and these weak humans?” Her lips curled into a feral smile.
“Trust me, Toto, I can do it all by myself,” Jessie answered with a smile of her own. “But if they want to have some fun too,
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