Sanguine Rave - A Vampire Romance (Paranormal Romance, Vampire) Page 3

  Elle felt relieved when she was back inside her house, and before she thought about it too much she called David and asked if he had time to stop by after his shift was over. She sort of laughed at herself for being so rattled, she was a vampire for goodness sake! But she wasn't faking the little tremor in her voice when she told him what had happened and he picked up on that right away, promising to cut out a little early and swing by. Relief flooded her after that, and after she hung up the phone she decided to doll herself up a little to show her appreciation. That put a smile on her lips and she hummed as she headed for the shower, never noticing that the shadows had deepened outside one of her windows.

  David had been surprised to get Elle's call, but he couldn't say he was unhappy about it either. He liked this woman, and she'd given him the most mindblowing sex of his life, something he was keen to repeat and see if it would be that good the next time. He was dead certain that he wouldn't have minded if she had been making up a story to get him over there, considering the teasing he'd endured in the squadroom over his 'giant hickey' after their last encounter. But there was something sweet and vulnerable in her voice when she spoke to him, that just made him want to protect her. Even if she really did think she was a vampire, he couldn't help how he was feeling about this. If Harding closed his eyes he could almost smell her sweet perfume, it was a little dated, he was pretty sure it was Windsong but he wasn't quite willing to bet on that. He liked it though, liked those little things that made her seem all the more unique. He paused at his desk, opening the drawer and his fingers rested on the diary. There was no way it could be true, at least he didn't think so. He'd quietly put in a few calls to see if he could confirm a few things, like a girl disappearing around the time she claimed she'd been turned and left her family. Surely they'd have filed a missing persons report, and that paperwork would still exist even after all these years. He hadn't heard back yet, and he was starting to wonder. Maybe it was just an author's tool? Maybe she was just making the story up as she went and intended to someday publish it? That certainly made more sense than considering the idea that it was the truth. Vampires weren't real, if they were there'd have been a trace somewhere, evidence to support the supernatural wouldn't be just swept under the table. The government would want to study them, see what advantages they could gain.

  But he thought about his special pile of files and cases where things just didn't really make sense, stuff he worked on in his rare down time that didn't fit into the neat world of logic and well, forensics didn't lie. There were just some things they encountered that didn't make sense, couldn't be neatly put away in little labeled boxes and he'd seen what happened when people pried too close. Careers fell apart when the wrong things were prodded at, respected people made to look like fools. So Harding wondered, what would happen if it was real? People had a way of talking themselves out of believing fantastic things they'd seen, it was a lot safer to think that a gang of men tore up another than a single attacker was able to take them out instead. It made him wonder, but then he thought about Elle's sweetness, her smile, how he felt when he was inside her. Would it matter at this point if by some fantastic set of circumstances she actually was a vampire? He just couldn't reconcile the idea of that with the woman he knew, certainly a vampire wouldn't have been so vulnerable and asking for him to come and make sure things were okay. He shut the drawer firmly, and shook his head as he left, gathering up his jacket. A book. That had to be for a book.

  The trip over was uneventful, and he parked in her driveway and sat a few moments just watching the house. The light was on in the front room and he saw her sweet silhouette walk by the window. Something caught his eye though and he got out of the car, tucking his service revolver in a holster set at the back of his belt before walking over to see. He frowned deeply, there at the window he found a set of footprints in the soft dirt that looked fairly fresh, made by a pair of tennis shoes. Well. Maybe she was right to feel unsettled, it seemed like there might be a Peeping Tom in the neighborhood. Harding made a mental note to check to see if there had been any pervert reports around here when he got in for his next shift, and then walked around to ring the doorbell. Elle opened it quickly, spying him through the peephole and she gave him an almost shy smile. “Thank you for coming over, I know it was probably silly but I just felt so rattled and you were the first person I thought to call.”

  That made him smile, and he entered her house with a cursory look around. It was neatly kept, and he got a whiff of her perfume that had his cock twitching in his pants. He closed the door for her and reached to tuck a slightly damp strand of hair behind her ear. “Good thing you called, I'm pretty sure it's nothing serious but I found some prints outside one of your windows. Promise me you'll be cautious, and don't worry too much, I'll look into it. It's probably some teenage boy getting a few kicks by peeking at a sexy lady, but it doesn't hurt to be careful.” Elle was startled, he could tell, but she nodded. “I will. Thank you again for taking care of me. Of it. I mean.” She smiled, a hint of blush coming to her cheeks that he found utterly charming. His thumb moved to sweep over her soft skin, feeling a hint of warmth, though she seemed a little chill to the touch. That bugged him a bit, considering his reading material as of late, but she moved then and pressed herself to him and that thought went right out the window. It was adorable, this sudden shyness, and he chuckled as he felt her nipples through her light blouse. It was good to think that he affected her that way, but much better when she went on her tip toes like a dancer and kissed him. Her mouth tasted of strawberry and a hint of mint, and when her tongue slipped past his lips to tangle with his the twitch he'd felt became solid interest as he felt his cock harden. She made him feel wild, and he took her by the shoulders to turn her, resting her back against the door as her hands unzipped his fly, reaching in to his boxers to wrap around the thickness of his cock. He groaned into the kiss and with her urging lifted her up and pressed her harder against the door, moving one of his hands to slide up her skirt. He growled as he felt her bare flesh, liking that she'd skipped putting on a pair of panties after her shower and he stroked her until he felt her squirm. Finding her sweet pussy with his cock was easy, but the thrust that buried him deep inside her was rough, making her squeal with delight as her legs came up around his waist. Yes. He gave her solid, heavy thrusts, his hands at her hips as he used his chest to hold her in place until he felt himself come to the edge, his balls feeling heavy and his thighs burning with the need to spill his seed inside her. He moved enough to rip her shirt open, capturing one of her taut nipples with a gentle nip of his teeth, making her shift and moan, then his lips closed around it and he suckled her, loving how she went wild.

  “Elle...goddamn you feel amazing.” She laughed with delight, a sweet trill of sound that lowered to another hot moan, his hips grinding as he thrust into her, the top of his cock sweeping over her clit with every hard stroke. Finally, just when he was sure he couldn't go another minute she cried out, her inner muscles gripping his cock hard and with another few strokes he joined her in orgasm, gasping against her pretty bare skin with his face buried between her breasts. He braced his hands on the door, fully buried inside her and then he slipped his arms around her to carry her into the living room, laying her down on the sofa. He looked down at her mostly bare body and shucked out of his clothing, kicking his shoes to the side and the only thing he took care with was his belt because of the holstered gun. He stripped her clothing from her and watched the heat in her eyes, it was enough to get him fired up again and he joined her on the sofa, parting her legs with his knee before sliding his newly hardened cock back into her. He hadn't been this randy or ready for a woman since he was a teenager, and he found that he really liked that feeling. David wanted to slow down, make love to her, kiss every inch of her sweet soft skin before burying his face in her delightful pussy, but that would just have to wait. Elle had him too riled, too hungry, and too hot for the tenderness he wanted to give her.

  Elle grippe
d his shoulders as he pounded away inside her with a single minded strength, crying out his name. She'd never been fucked like this, not alive or as a vampire and she loved it. Her hips lifted over and over, taking every thick inch of his cock and she clung to him, almost struggling until she got him to turn, getting him under her and then she smiled, looking down at him as he continued to thrust, leaning over and brushing her breasts over his chest. After a few minutes of this she straightened up and then started to ride him, letting him take a bit of rest while she did the work, bouncing up and down on his cock almost as fast as he'd been thrusting inside of her. It felt good, and she ground down hard to rub her clit against his pubic bone, shockingly setting off a wicked hard climax for herself. “David!” Elle screamed his name as the pleasure rolled over her, setting her nerves alight with it and she smiled as she felt him swell and stiffen inside of her, and he roared out as he shot his load deep within her. The warmth from his cum seemed to spread through her, making her warm all over and she smiled before collapsing over him, his arms going around her. Elle felt the sweet ache of her teeth descending, and she wiggled a little to get herself into place before putting her lips to his throat, biting down and then there was the flood of his delicious blood in her mouth. Mmmm. He bucked under her, his cock instantly hard and she was happy she was a vampire as he pounded away inside her, born up by the pleasure of her bite. A living woman would have bruises she suspected, but she enjoyed every frantic stroke until she withdrew her bite and licked the skin, closing it as he came again and fell into that over stimulated sleep after climaxing again. He was just perfect.

  David woke up with Elle cuddling against him again, and for a moment he worried about that. He'd never had sex so good he blacked out, and he was fairly sure that just wasn't normal. But her sweet body against his made those thoughts scatter and he slid his arms around her to just hold her. What would it be like to have her in his life more permanently? It was a little too soon to think about that, and there were still a lot of questions that he had about her. But he did know that if they kept doing this, it might not matter in the end what those answers were. That bothered him, but he wasn't sure just then what to do about that. He grabbed the afghan draped over the back of the sofa and pulled it over them, creating a cocoon of warmth before he closed his eyes. David would think about this later, right now he just wanted to enjoy being with her.

  ***One Week After the Fire***

  It had been a few days since their last encounter, enough that he was getting distracted thinking about Elle and how he felt when he was with her. Harding had gotten a few very disquieting bits of information in the meantime, like a copy of an old missing persons report that had a picture of a girl that looked very much like her attached. A girl with the same name, but it couldn't be her. She was young, fresh, and if she was this Elle Bathory she'd be in her mid forties. Maybe his Elle was this Elle's daughter? That might make more sense, certainly more sense than believing it was her and that her diary was actually the truth. Shit. Harding realized that he'd mentally referred to her as 'his' Elle, and that disquieted him. He looked forward to her calls, no matter what strange random time they might come. He was supposed to meet her tonight at the new site that her club would be opening at – her partners had decided it was easier to move down the block than demolish the building and put up a new one. Elle had asked if he would go over the security set up for the building, make a few recommendations. Just talking to her had his cock twitching slightly, and it had taken a concentrated effort to quell his rising desire. It actually did feel nice that she respected his opinion, she could have easily hired a security 'expert' but as she put it, she'd much rather have a man actually actively involved with stopping the criminal element of the city.

  He looked up from his desktop monitor as someone dropped a file on his desk, breezing by with a lazy wave as she moved along the row, getting groans from some of the other Detectives despite how some of them watched her closely as she walked by. Harding was actually pleased to get his folder however, as it contained the information he'd requested about a possible pervert in Elle's neighborhood. There had actually been a few reports of a peeper, and beyond that a few unsettling incidents involving stolen underwear and light B&E to go with it. They had fingerprints from a couple of those but they of course weren't in the system prior to that, so they were definitely just in the gathering information phase. He shook out the last report and it bothered him more than the rest, it was a list sent in to the police department by the local animal shelter, they'd gotten a lot of frantic calls from various owners in the area about missing pets, far more than usual and they'd sent in the list of names along with a query about a possible kidnapping ring. There had been good reason for that, last year they'd busted a local lab that was buying animals for testing and they hadn't been very scrupulous in checking where their animals were coming from. Alone it was disturbing enough, but added to the peeper reports it had him thinking a possible burgeoning serial killer. Harding shook his head, much like a veteran doctor who was told by an intern that someone had a rare disease he knew that usually when you found something it was actually far more innocent and you shouldn't be looking for ebola when it was just as likely a really bad flu bug.

  Despite this, as a whole it bothered him, and maybe that was because the activities were centered in the area that Elle lived and it all wound back to him wanting to protect her. He'd have to watch that, no matter how much he was drawn to her he couldn't afford to have it coloring his judgment even more than it already had. He cleared his desk and filed a few things before heading out, still mulling over those reports as he drove to the address that Elle had given him. Parking the car he looked around at the lot, there was a good sturdy fence enclosing most of it, a gate that could be put into place and locked a nice feature. It had been a small distribution center before the business it supplied failed, and he saw a small line of people who were there apparently to apply for jobs either with the construction crew or club staff still waiting to be interviewed. That was a good sign too, and he remembered Elle telling him that one of the reasons she and her partners had chosen this area was to bring back jobs. He eyed the people in line, most of them checking him out in return despite his obviously being a cop and that was also good. He nodded at the man writing down information on a clipboard, recognizing him as one of the bartenders from the original Sanguine Rave.

  He let Harding in with a polite 'Detective' and went back to his pre-interview work, and his familiarity was interesting to Harding. It seemed that the people around Elle were already used to the idea of him being around, even though it hadn't been that long since they started whatever this was they had. He looked around the interior of the building, seeing where the bar would be installed and noting a few places that would be good for security cameras. The loading bay would be transformed into a dance floor, tiles stacked up near the wall waiting to be put in and the stage for the DJ was already put together. It was bigger than the first club, but he could see that it was well laid out, clear exits already showing the softly glowing red signs. A slight smirk came and went as he saw a large crate of fire extinguishers, and he stood in the middle of the room he decided that they'd made a good choice to convert this space rather than rebuild the old. Turning around he saw Elle coming out of the shadows where the bar would be, a cute smile coming to her lips as she looked at him. “So, what do you think?”

  Good question. He knew she meant 'about the place' but really all he was thinking about was setting her up on the edge of the stage and fucking her until he couldn't move anymore. That had him chuckling and he cleared his throat before answering. “I think you're going to have your hands full once you open this place.” Elle licked her lips, even looking rumpled after his shift and a bit tired he looked just as delicious to her as always. “Well what can I say, I like having my hands full.” Something about her expression made him laugh, and she liked how his eyes lit up when he did. “That so. Well, I like that answer though right no
w your hands seem a little empty.” For a second she looked surprised and then she smiled as she crossed over to him, sliding her arms up around his neck and pressing herself to him. “Sounds like you have an idea to change that.” He loved how she squealed slightly when he picked her up, kissing her as he walked them across the empty concrete floor and settled her firm behind on the stage, already unzipping her slacks and working them down just enough, finding her hands at his own zipper and pushing his pants aside and reaching in to stroke his hardening cock. He moved his hand between her legs, finding her already wet and he buried two fingers inside her, moving them in and out to make her whine with pleasure. Settling between her legs he slid his cock up and down to tease her pussy before he entered her, giving her his cock a slow inch at a time. Her head went back as he was finally balls deep, holding himself still before he gripped her hips and began moving.