Adina Falling (Threads of Fate) Read online

  “Don’t mention what I told you to anyone, OK? Gal wouldn’t be very happy with me. He has this friend, he won’t tell me his name, but he is sort of a big deal in these types of investigations, he is in with the Elders and very loaded. He’s on the case now. I guess this man is half Fae and half Vamp, a Duster. Like my babies.” She kissed the top of her munchkin’s head.

  “Well I sure hope this mystery gets solved. I’d hate to think innocent Fae are being killed, or worse, because of Michael.” I was actually one-hundred percent positive that Michael was guilty. I had vague recollections of scared looking Fae “visiting” Michael’s penthouse. I hadn’t been able to give much thought to it at the time due to my very unfavorable circumstances.

  Morgan shivered, shaking off her thoughts and then grinned at me, “So, what brings you over for your surprise visit? Were you getting my come-help-me-before-I-explode vibes?”

  I wanted to tell her about my own surprise visit but wasn’t sure this would be the opportune time, “Yes, that’s exactly what happened.”

  Morgan grew serious again, “Adina, I know you. Something is up. Care to share?”

  “Oh, what the hell, since we were on the subject of Michael anyway.” I went and sat down on her couch and stared out the window. Her neighbor was in the kitchen in a tiny nightie. I could see her huge, fake boobs looking like they would burst the flimsy material in half. For a split second, I wondered what it would be like to suckle on her nipples, to massage her large mounds with my palms. What was I thinking, I was fairly straight. Although, every once in a very blue moon…

  “Hello?” Morgan waved a hand in front of my face which brought me out of my daydream.

  “Yeah, sorry. Got lost for a minute. Well, I had the strangest thing happen to me this morning.” I began. Morgan’s eyebrow arched in curiosity but she remained quiet, waiting for me to continue, “Michael showed up at my door. He was very agitated. He had somehow heard about a blind date I am supposed to go on and he warned me that if I did, he’d punish us both with permanent death.”

  “Wait, what?” She said; bouncing again as the baby started wailing.

  “Yeah, I know. But, the bizarre thing was, he was petrified. I don’t remember ever seeing him weak like that. It gave me a sense of satisfaction to know that someone out there scares the shit out of him.” I looked back out the window. Her neighbor was looking across at us. I wondered if I had sent mental signals by mistake, if I had planted visions of us coupling into her mind. Sometimes I accidently did that, especially when I got lost in musings. The neighbor, a beautiful, voluptuous red head, started doing a little dance in her window, swinging her hips slightly from side to side, lifting the hem of her short nightie, alluringly. She was trying to seduce me from across the yard and oddly, it was working. But, it was distracting me from my lovely visit with my friend so I tried to redirect my focus back to the conversation at hand.

  Watching the neighbor gyrate, I turned to Morgan, “Um, what’s up with your neighbor?”

  “She’s a Vamp Tramp. Her name is Sheila. Let me tell you, she’s really good at it.” Morgan blushed with the admission.

  “Morgan you slut, you never mentioned…” I was shocked, I figured Morgan to be a dutiful wife and new mother.

  “A girl has to have something to do during the day.” A gleam in her eyes showed me that the old Morgan was still there but on temporary maternity leave.

  We both watched the red-head, Sheila, do her strip dance. My fangs protruded, they were aching to make contact with this Vamp Tramp, Sheila. I started seeing red; I had to have a taste of her. I turned to Morgan who, upon seeing my erect fangs, reached out to take the baby I had been holding.

  “Go. When you’re done, come back and we’ll talk more.” Morgan understood that when the ache was so strong, the need was so great; nothing else mattered except taking care of it. “Wish I could join you. Have some for me!”

  “Thank you.” I exited through her screen door and basically jumped to Sheila’s deck.

  In an instant, we were on each other. She grabbed me by my ponytail and I had my hand entwined in her red curls. Our lips met, tongues darting in and out of mouths. I felt her tongue ring and played with it, wondering how that would feel against me.

  Sheila pulled away from me and looked at me with big, hazel eyes, “What’s your name, honey?” Her voice was sweet, angelic. Her full, pink lips turning up at the corners, a glimpse at what her pussy promised.

  “Adina.” I replied. My sex was throbbing, I needed to be touched. I hadn’t been with a woman in this way since Lucy. I attributed my desire, at the moment, as built up fear mixed with frustration caused by Michael’s visit. My need was overwhelming and my desire was all-encompassing. And Sheila would be the object of my release.

  “Well Adina, thank you for coming over. I was feeling a little lonely today and all I could think about was fucking you when I saw you over at Morgan’s house.” She pulled my shirt over my head like I was a little girl. Then, she dropped to her knees, and worked the button and zipper on my jeans.

  We were still in front of the window and I was sure that Morgan was watching us. I didn’t care, I had witnessed Morgan fuck so many people that now it was payback time.

  When I was completely naked, she stood up and took my hand, she led me through her house toward the stairs, “Somewhere a little more comfortable? I was thinking my bedroom, unless you have a more exciting suggestion.”

  “Oh Sheila, I’m confident we can make the bedroom more exciting.” I responded, grabbing the back of her head and bringing her lips toward me. I gently took her bottom lip between my teeth and sucked. She sighed as I reached my other arm around her and grabbed her from behind.

  I lowered her down onto the staircase and straddled her, her tits thrusting upward toward the ceiling. The entity of my earlier fantasy, I grabbed her nipples between my fingers and squeezed them roughly. She whimpered, I could smell her musky pleasure and it drove me on.

  Locking my lips with hers, our kisses became harder along with our breath. The throes of passion were upon us, we were lost in sensations. My body was wide awake and responding to every touch.

  Breaking away from the kiss, I traced my fangs along her jawline, scraping across her neck and then downward toward her erect buds. I licked and sucked so hard on her nipples that she began crying out in moans mixed from pain and pleasure. With my palms, I let them travel down her flat stomach until they found her wet pleasure spot. She was so moist that I felt myself dampen. I used my whole hand to rub her, dipping the tips of my fingers into her wetness.

  “Touch me.” She cried, pleadingly. “Fuck me with your fingers. Put them in me.” She bucked at my hand, beseeching me with her movements.

  I teased her silky folds, tickling and taunting her, playing in her pubic hair, “I want you to beg me.” I commanded; my mouth still wrapped around her hard nipple.

  “Yes. Yes. Please. Touch me. I need you to touch me. I want you. Fuck me, Adina. I want you to fuck me.”

  I felt my clit respond as excitement coursed through me. I had forgotten how stimulating it was to be with a woman, the soft curves and lines of their bodies, so different from men yet still so desirable. One that I wouldn’t be revisiting in the near future, I was certain. So, why not go with it, enjoy this interlude to the fullest. I would give her what she wanted and in turn, I would get what I wanted.

  “Let’s go heat up your bedroom, shall we?” I asked as I inserted my finger into her warmth while using my thumb to massage her clit, the friction making her writhe against my hand forcing my fingers deeper inside her. I was rubbing myself on her leg, my juices leaving a glistening spot on her thigh.

  “Yes!” she cried, “Yes.”

  Abruptly, I withdrew my finger from her vagina. Looking into her eyes, I placed my finger, drenched with her nectars, into my mouth. She closed her eyes and moaned.

  I stood over her, waiting for her to lead me to her bedroom. I was surprised when she sat up, grabbed me
by my ass and pulled my pelvis to her face. I felt her tongue trace my folds and I opened my legs more for her. Grabbing the top of her head evenly, I shoved her face closer to my yearning. I could feel her working it, teasing me with her tongue and teeth, using the piercing for a perfect cause, bringing me close. I didn’t want it to end, not now.

  “Not yet.” I pushed her away. “I don’t want to come yet.”

  Obliging me, she stood up and led me to her bedroom. It was decorated in shabby chic. Pink and white bedding along with beautiful, romantic pictures adorning the walls; the bedroom was little girlish but lovely and feminine at the same time. In one corner, however, was a display case filled with porcelain dolls, their eyes fixated toward the bed. It was clear she had a bit of a Home Shopping Network addiction but that wasn’t going to stop me from fulfilling this pent up need.

  Sheila threw me on the bed and pounced on top of me, “You have the most beautiful tits. If I had these, I would never have gotten mine done.” She sat on my stomach and played with my nipples, rolling them between her fingers until they were puckered and red. “Let me fuck you.” She moaned, “I want to make you cum.”

  Out of nowhere, she produced a pink Rabbit vibrator. “It’s clean. I promise.” With a whir, the rabbit went into motion, turning and vibrating. She ran it along my chest, down my stomach, letting it come to rest on my opening.

  “I want to taste you.” I needed her in my mouth. I wanted to taste her sweetness, to lick her wetness.

  Arching over me, she positioned her pussy, glistening with arousal, over my face while still working the vibrator on me, in me. I pulled her down closer, my mouth finding her warmth and lapping it up. With a thud, she tossed the vibrator onto the bed and she buried her face in me. Both of us moaning in our afternoon delight.

  I rolled her over so that I was on top, neither of us missing a beat. Pelvis grinding against face; screams of passion filling the room, we came at the same time. Our bodies convulsing in unison as the surf crashed over us.

  “Bite me.” She yelled, “Please, bite me.”

  I found the artery in her thigh and I sank my fangs into it causing her to orgasm even harder. With my mound still in her face, I drank from her thigh while she licked me gently, circling my clit with her mouth until I came again.

  Lying side by side, I traced her body with my fingers that had been deep inside her. “So good.” She whispered as I watched her skin erupt in goose-bumps while I gently stroked her flesh, leaving white trails.

  One distinct difference between men and women I had noticed; is how quickly after an orgasm women can go at it again. Men; not so much. Well, human men, at least. Vamp men can go at it all day long.

  “More?” Sheila begged, taking my hand and leading it down to her wetness.

  I briefly wondered about the time, I still had some shopping to do and I had to finish my visit with Morgan. Shrugging, “Sure, why not.”

  We went at it again. Licking. Sucking. Biting. I came again. A couple times. So did Sheila. I fed again. And then I thanked her and said good bye.

  As I was leaving, she grabbed me and kissed me deeply, “Come back soon, Adina. You were amazing. I can’t get enough of you.” Once again, she grabbed my hand and placed it between her legs; she was still so wet, so aroused. For an instant, I considered staying longer. I just didn’t have it in me, the passion I had felt when I first noticed her had disappeared. I had taken my fill.

  “Perhaps another time, OK?” I kissed her and, like a tease, I rubbed her clit a bit before I turned and left.

  I felt her gaze burning through the back of my head, she was going to need to be mind-erased or I would end up having a horny stalker. Turning back, I stared into her eyes dramatically. “I was never here, Sheila. You have no idea who I am.”

  “OK.” She sounded dazed as she shut her window and spun away.

  Erasing our tryst was probably a smart move on my part, I would hate for come to get out that I had done that. I did, after all, have a reputation to protect.

  Whatever that reputation might be.

  Morgan had gotten the girls settled down and they were sleeping peacefully in their little bounce chairs. She eyed me curiously, she wanted details.

  “A lady doesn’t kiss and tell.” I teased. We told each other everything, she knew I’d share.

  “You, my friend, are not even close to being a lady. So spill.” She pushed me gently.

  “OK. It was nice. You know I haven’t slept with another woman since Lucy and I were together.” Morgan nodded, she knew about the brief and intense affair I had with Lucy. She never judged, thankfully. I believe she knew that, in the end, I liked men and I would move on from Lucy.

  “The thing I loved about Sheila is she can go for hours. When Gal went away on business trips and I wasn’t hanging out with you, I’d be holed up with Sheila. That girl has a way with her tongue.”

  Morgan had always been more liberal when it came to sex. She didn’t care who she was sleeping with as long as she was getting off and getting fed. I had a bit more discerning taste, with the exception of my ex. I tended to be attracted to men with a dark side. Physically and emotionally darker. Stormy guys who were a little more sensitive on the inside like poets, authors, artists, the Right Brainers was what I always referred to them as. Sort of like me. Intense and passionate. And moody.

  “She was definitely a good fuck. Funny, I didn’t expect to be horny; I had just gotten laid last night.” Maybe I was hitting my sexual peak which was causing this sudden increase in my sex drive.

  “Oh my, Adina. You’re becoming like somebody else I know.” She pointed to herself. That woman fucked like permanent death was right around the corner.

  “That’s what Gal likes about you. Well, your horn-dog side mixed with cute baby making.” I grabbed her hands, “I have to get going. I really need to get to the mall and get an outfit for my date on Friday night.”

  “Oh yeah, tell me quick before you leave.”

  “My mom.” I groaned, “In short, she met someone she liked. She gave him my number. He called me. We’re going out for sushi on Friday. End of story.”

  “Leave it to your mother.” She laughed, remembering all the interfering my mother had done in the past.

  “She wants me to find someone before the Elders take it upon themselves to arrange something.” I suddenly felt a bit defensive. I couldn’t believe I was sticking up for my mom, very unlike me indeed.

  “That would stink, Adina. One thing the Elders are not known for is their matchmaking skills. Very lacking in that department.” Morgan had almost been forced to marry an Irish vamp who also happened to prefer men. Thankfully, she had met Gal at just the right time.

  “I’ll go underground before I am forced into a marriage. Don’t worry; you’ll be the only one who will know my forwarding address.” I hugged her and headed toward the front door, “I’ll call you later.”

  “OK. Hey, I might have Sheila come over here for a bit.” Morgan giggled, “It’s been awhile for me and Gal.”

  “I glamoured her, she won’t even remember she had been fucked already. Although, she might wonder why she’s so sensitive in her delicious girl parts.” I licked my lips; I could almost taste her still. I needed a shower.

  “Good, I think that’s what I’ll do while the babies are sleeping. Go…I only have a couple hours to suck and fuck before the hubby gets home!”

  “Going! Have fun. Love you!” I put my sunglasses on and headed to my car. I had a very uneasy feeling that I was being watched. As inconspicuously as I could, I looked around as I climbed into the driver’s seat and let the luxury of my car securely embrace me. Not noticing anything unusual, I shrugged the sensation off and filed it under “paranoia of the day” and I headed to the mall. I was probably being hyper-sensitive, after all, Michael had just shown up out of the blue earlier, what would stop him from doing it again.

  Buying something pretty to wear would be the perfect icing for the delicious cake of a day I en
ded up having.

  I shopped and then raced home before I passed out with exhaustion. I was worn out; it had been an extremely long and busy day. The emotional ups and downs had been intense. And to make matters worse, I hadn’t done any writing. I’d hear about it from my publisher, without any doubt. Her voice would probably be the one waking me up the next morning, shrill and angry, demanding to know who I thought I was and did I not have any appreciation for what she’s done for me. It was the same song every single time I missed my deadline. Which happened pretty much every single time I had a deadline. Yet, somehow, my books always ended up on the shelves on the exact day they were scheduled for release. Amazing how those things just happened. I suppose I worked best under pressure.

  I let myself into my condo, tossed my purse onto the kitchen counter and made my way into my room. I needed to cleanse myself. I was a dirty, dirty girl. Don’t let anyone fool you; vampires need to take showers too. Not as badly as, say, Werewolves or some other type of shifters but we got that not so fresh feeling as often as humans.

  Once I was cleaned up and changed into something more comfortable, I decided to sit in front of my computer again to see if I couldn’t get my word count up for my work in progress. I forced myself to take some deep breaths; Vampires don’t breathe, we’re basically dead. Inhaled. Exhaled. More as a relaxation technique than for actual air in lungs. Closed my eyes and tried to summon my muse, imploring her to come forward with heartfelt yet somewhat raunchy dialogue. I waited and listened, I beckoned her to come whisper her sweet nothings into my ear so that I could document them forever in my book.

  Yeah, I got nothing. No voices or whispers from my muse. There was even nothing from any chatty spirits that seem to like to hold conversations with me. They had all, apparently, taken the day off. I stared at my computer monitor for a few more minutes before I gave up for the day.

  An urge to indulge in a nice glass of red wine struck me so I wandered over to my kitchen where I had a well-stocked and very expensive wine selection. I chose a bottle of Chianti, a less costly, Trader Joes brand. Why waste an expensive bottle when I’m just drinking alone. As an after-thought, I grabbed a bag of blood from my fridge, it was after sundown, my hunger was starting to surface and I definitely did not feel like going hunting tonight. It was a stay-at-home kind of night, perfect for curling up with a good book and a glass of wine.