Dark Stranger

Avriel - Part 5

I flicked my tongue against plump red lips. They opened and gave me access to the supple tongue that caressed my own and then drank me in. Pain flared quickly and was then gone as the sharpest one caught against my flesh and opened it to Zass's seeking fang. A drop of blood disappeared down his throat and he swallowed. He made a breathy groan against my mouth as that taste made him want more.

"Nelly, you taste so good." He murmured and licked my neck as his fangs extended and those eyes changed from deep chocolate pools you could drown in, to the frozen Arctic Ocean and stole my breath. I felt the sharp bite and then the sublime pressure of suckling against my throat.

I moaned his name, "Zasssssssssss."

"What?" Michael asked.

"Oh, whoops Sweetie! Just looking at this sublime artwork @PentatonixFangirl sent me and having a small fantasy over it..." Hee Hee.

Um, yep. Get on with the story...

By the way, smut, smutty smut. Scomilex shower (Part 1). You know the drill. :)

Case 3 - "Dragonfire"

Purgatory was not a place I ever wanted to go. It sounded like hell on Earth and I was only interested in pursuing things that made good memories as much as possible.

It was deep night, I was with the man I loved and all was right with my world for the moment. Let me just enjoy it please? No clients needing investigations, no negative vibes near my happiness OK? I just want to enjoy tonight before everything goes to pot. Dragons... I definitely wasn't ready to deal with huge semi-trailer sized reptiles. I know Zass has a sword, but do I know how to use one? Nope. I suppose I could get lessons, but I'd rather use my Glock. Do guns work on dragons? Who the hell knows. Do we need magic? Can we even beat a dragon? Are there more than one? A whole bunch? Was I going to get roasted alive? What...

Minor panic attack happening I guess. I suddenly found myself enveloped in Zass's arms in the elevator without even remembering getting on the bloody thing.

"Scotty, Scott? Are you with me again?" I heard a gorgeous voice asking.

"What?"

A finely boned hand stroked my face and I looked deep into gold speckled, brown eyes. They were looking at me in concern and I frowned realizing I wasn't sure what my answer to the question should be. Am I back again? Nope.

It wasn't the fear of being eaten or burned alive that I was feeling in my bones. It was something else. I could feel fear. Gut wrenching, terror. Someone, somewhere was being pursued. Not the dead woman, not the man. This was someone else. There was concern for family, loved ones being left behind and someone called 'Rebecca'. My hands started to shake, I could feel a knife being gripped tightly in them, and waving it in front of my attacker. I caught a glimpse of a large hand out of the corner of my eye and raised my arm to deflect it. As I did, it registered that it wasn't my own arm but someone else's.

I stabbed the button for the 4th floor and got off when the bell chimed and the doors opened. I raced down the hallway with Zass following at my heels and stopped in front of a door. Zass and I kicked it in and we rushed inside to find an attacker standing over a pretty girl in a nightgown. She was holding a knife but her attacker was easily holding her off with one hand while holding a nylon rope with the other. He was obviously unwelcome and I made sure he was looking straight at me before I clenched my fingers into a large fist and slammed it against his chin knocking him out. He slumped to the floor and Zass used the rope to tie his hands behind his back.

I crossed to the girl and pulled a handy rug from the couch and put it around her shoulders.

"Who is that guy?" I asked her.