All I Want for Christmas is a Vampire(94)

 

"Yes." She pushed against him.

 

"Och, puir lass." He waggled his finger inside her. "Ye're in sore need of attention." With his other hand, he tweaked her clitoris.

 

She squeaked. He pressed against her, and she pushed back.

 

She dug her fingernails into the table. "Please, hurry."

 

He removed his finger. "We'll take it slow next time." He sat in a chair and rolled it up to the table. Meanwhile, he cupped her bottom and pulled her up to his face.

 

"This, sweetheart, is what I mean by a feast." He pounced on her, dragging his tongue over her engorged skin, probing, tasting, licking.

 

Toni squirmed, and he held her steady. She panted, closing her eyes as all sensation centered on her hot skin and his glorious mouth. He tickled her clitoris, then sucked on it gently. She cried out. Her legs tensed. His tongue flitted.

 

She screamed. A heart-stopping, delicious shudder crashed over her, then swelled up to crash over her again and again.

 

"Och, Toni." He stood and pulled at the drawstring on his red velvet pants. "I'm dying for you."

 

He stopped suddenly, tilting his head and frowning.

 

"What is it?" She struggled to sit up. Her body was a melted heap of frazzled nerve endings.

 

"Bloody hell," he muttered. "The alarm has gone off."

 

 

 

 

 

CHAPTER 20

 

 

 

 

Ian cursed again as he threw on his Santa coat. With vampire speed, he buttoned it up and yanked on his boots.

 

What bloody awful timing. He would have been tempted to let Connor or Angus deal with this, but the alarm had been triggered by an emergency psychic call for help from Phineas. Ian had taught the young Vamp how to fence. He had to be there for Phineas, no matter how much he wanted Toni. And God, he wanted her.

 

She was leaning over to pull on her red tights. Her long blonde hair fell forward, partially hiding her flushed face. She straightened, flipping her hair back as she wiggled the tights over her hips. By all the saints, he'd never realized that putting clothes on could be so sexy.

 

"Bloody hell," he whispered.

 

"Is it bad?" She snatched her bra off the floor.

 

"Aye. It's downright painful. I'm rock hard and about to explode." He belted on his sword.

 

She paused with her bra half on. "I was referring to the attack."

 

He glanced at the window overlooking the parking lot. It was still snowing, so visibility was bad. "I can hear them outside. Phineas must have been making the rounds."

 

He put on his beard, wig, and hat. "Stay here. I'll be back as soon as possible."

 

"But I should help. It's my job." She pulled on her red T-shirt.

 

"Stay here," he repeated. "There are plenty of Vamps to take care of the matter."

 

"You don't think I'm strong enough to fight a Malcontent, do you?"

 

"Honestly, I'd rather no' find out." He teleported to the parking lot and saw the tracks in the snow where other Vamps had crossed the pavement to the woods. He heard the clash of swords in the distance. Drawing his own sword, he zoomed toward the noise.

 

As he entered the woods, the snowfall became lighter as snowflakes were caught by the canopy overhead. He spotted a dozen red Santa suits in a clearing. They were standing still, so each had a slight dusting of snow on his hat and shoulders. Most of the Santas had formed a loop around a pair engaged in a duel. Phineas and a Malcontent, dressed in black. They circled each other slowly.

 

Two more Santas had a second Malcontent pinned against a tree with their swords poised to strike his heart.

 

Ian joined the circle of Santas. "What happened?" he whispered to the man on his right.

 

"Phineas was making his rounds in the woods here," the Santa answered, and Ian recognized Robby MacKay's voice. "Two Malcontents jumped him, and he called for help. We sounded the alarm and came running."

 

Swords rang out as the Malcontent lunged at Phineas. He parried the attack and forced the Malcontent to retreat.

 

"We captured that one." Robby nodded toward the second Malcontent pinned against the tree. "The other one challenged Phineas to a duel, and he accepted."

 

Ian watched the duel carefully, gauging each one's skill. They appeared evenly matched, though he detected more desperation from the Russian.

 

"Let's go, Stanislav!" the captured Malcontent yelled. "Let's get the hell out of here!"

 

"The second I see your body start to teleport, I'll stab you through the heart," one of his captors warned. Ian recognized his French accent. Jean-Luc Echarpe.