Son of Our Blood by Kathi S. Barton

his lungs so much so that when he roared out his
release, he saw stars. When he drew harder on her breast, her hot blood filling
his mouth, his body, he felt her come. She nearly strangled him when her sheath
rippled around him and pulled him deeper. His last thought before he blacked
out was that he wished he had drunk from her nectar and would make sure he did
the next time. And the next. And every time he took her again.

Chapter 8
     
    Andi looked around the alley and noticed
that everything there was dark, wet like it had only just rained. She tried to
move into the light, anywhere but where she was. But couldn’t. Something…someone
was holding her there. When she turned back, that’s when she saw him.
    It was a man, but she couldn’t see his
face. He was shadowed, much like the alley was and dark. She didn’t think her
mind thought he was dark like his clothing, but something dark about him. Something…something
that made her think of evil.
    “I’ve been following you,” the man said.
She looked behind her and that’s when she saw the woman. “You’ve can’t escape
me now. You’re mine.”
    “No. I don’t know you. You have to let
me go.” The woman was easy to see. Her voice high with fear. Andi didn’t know
why, but she took in every detail of her and tried to remember everything there
was about where they were. Something made her think that it would be important
later.
    The man moved toward them…the woman. Andi
didn’t think he could see her and realized that it was true. She supposed that
in dreams you could do and be anything you wanted, but she had a feeling that
this might not be a dream. At least not like the dreams she’d had with Mac. Terror
made her whimper and he looked at her for a second before looking at the woman
again.
    “Come here.” Andi tried to move again
and felt something tighten around her. “Come here, I said, and I’ll make this
quick for you. And enjoyable if you’d like.”
    The woman ran. She really didn’t have
anywhere to go and Andi wanted to scream at her to pick something up, to fight
back, do something other than stand there like one of those dumb blondes in all
those horror movies she’d watched as a kid.
    Of course he caught her easily enough.
She posed no threat to him, and Andi got the feeling that he was disappointed
in that. She shivered when he pulled her into his arms with her body pressed
intimately against his. Andi tried to struggle, but stopped when the man looked
her way again.
    He turned the woman so that she faced
away from him, her back to his front and her body heaving in terror. He fondled
her breasts and then began licking at her throat. Andi tried to look away, but
couldn’t. The man no longer looked at her, but made a sort of sick love to the
woman in his arms. When he opened her blouse with a knife, she tried to focus on
the knife, anything but what was going on between them. Then she felt his
tongue at her own throat.
    “You’re going to come for me. Come so
that I can have your spice.” His voice was hard now, no longer coaxing. “Come
now.”
    The woman came. Her body bowed out then
she wrapped her fingers around his neck to seemingly hold on. When he put the
knife against her skin and ran it across her nipples blood trickled down her
chest and onto her belly. The man commanded her to come again and the girl did.
He bit her, the woman; he bit her even as he cut her up. But this time, instead
of her body bowing out, he plunged the knife deep into her chest. A vampire had
just killed the woman.
    Her own screams woke her. Putting her
hand to her chest she could almost be sure that she’d come away bloodied, but
she found nothing. Sore, but no wetness. She sat up in bed and rolled out of it
and to the floor. A large shadow loomed over her and she screamed again.
    “It’s me. Brandi, it’s me, Mac.” He
moved again and she tried to move away. Nothing was making sense and she was
still terrified. “I’m going to turn the light