Page 14 of Some Swans Don't Swim
Chapter Four
Six swans. I hadn’teven bothered to count them because I’d been a tad preoccupied with wrestling trees and trying not to slurp on a little girl.
Francisca, by the way, got the royal treatment from my three vampires as they gently worked her foot out of the cinderblock and then delivered her to the same home address she knew by heart. Eddie was positively smitten. Pretty sure they all were. And yes, me too, even though when I’d been alive, children were creatures I ran away from faster than dark unknowns. But I was also secretly in awe of them, too, with their normal, non-slayer lives. What might that be like?
After we took Francisca home, I’d scoured the park since Krampus must’ve taken her there for a reason but came up empty. The six other missing children were nowhere to be found.
“This book is very clear about seven swans.” I turned the page in Eddie’s book and leaned against the pool table in the basement where Jacek was organizing the balls in the center. Or “racking the balls,” as he’d called it, but that sounded too painful. “There’s nothing about what to do if there’s a kidnapped swan.”
“Eddie’s working on it, Slayer.” Jacek gently took the book from me, closed it, and set it on top of a pinball machine against the wall. “He’ll figure it out.”
Eddie was already elbow deep in internet research while Sawyer rested his knee from the hoof-shaped bruise that was fading quickly.
“I know,” I said. “I just don’t want to find another kid running scared through the night.”
Jacek looked at me then, likely reading every thought I didn’t want to analyze, just as well as my other two vampires. “You saw Francisca and saw yourself at that age running from monsters.”
Boom. Nailed it.
“I saw her fear and felt it all over again. I was older by a couple years, but...I was still just a kid. I don’t think I’ll ever forget wandering through the dark toward the graveyard that first time, with this weird urge that dug down deep into my toothpick bones, an urge I didn’t really understand. I still don’t, and I’m not even really the slayer anymore. But there were monsters that night, and I did run.” I ran my fingers over the green felt on the pool table. “And tonight...I scared her. Iwasthe monster.”
Jacek frowned as he picked out a pool cue from a rack in the corner. “Then I’m a monster too. We all are.”
“Just me.”
He cocked his head and eyed me closely. “How is that fair?”
“I don’t see you three as monsters.” I shrugged.
He picked out another pool cue, a shorter one, and sauntered toward me. “If Francisca could remember the lady who rescued her from Krampus, I’m positive she wouldn’t think you’re a monster. Monsters don’t save people. That’s not the way it works.” He handed the shorter cue to me, the lamp light over the table casting a greenish hue on his short dark hair. “But you know what I do see? A hot vampire slayer whose sexy ass is about to get kicked. Cue up, Slayer, and show me what you got.”
A whole lot of nothing, it turned out, but that didn’t keep me from trying. And really liking the parts where Jacek tried to teach me. He pressed up against my back, his mouth at my ear, while he told me something about how to position the cue stick between my fingers. Some other stuff, too, I think, when he had me lean over the table to line up a shot, but by that point, all I could focus on was how hard his cock was against my ass. Still leaning over the table, I nudged backward and rubbed against him.
“You’re not concentrating,” he growled as he grasped my hips.
“Oh, I’m definitely concentrating.” With my tongue trapped between my teeth, I smiled over my shoulder at him while I grinded into him.
He gripped my hips tighter, the muscles in his arms growing taut, his eyes morphing into a hungry red. “I’m guessing you’re not interested in pool anymore.”
“Are you?”
Instead of answering, he moved his hand down inside the front of my jeans and cupped my pussy, already swollen and wet and ready.
“You’re not wearing any underwear, Slayer,” he rasped.
I rocked against his hand and let out a moan. “Merry Christmas.”
He gave a rumble deep in his chest as he curled two fingers up inside me. I rolled my hips forward, rubbing my clit against his palm, and feeling his fingers work deeper.
“I want to fuck you, Belle,” he said, his voice rough and hot. “Right in the ass as you fuck my fingers. Okay?”
Ah, so he didn’t want Eddie to have all the fun knocking at my back door. That was more than fine with me.
“You can do anything you want with me,” I said, bowing against his hand to take his fingers in deeper.
But he pulled them out of me and strode toward a nearby shelf with a metalGame Timesign on top, and decks of cards, board games, and pool accessories among the items on the shelves. He took a white bottle that read Silky Cue, his other hand stroking himself through his jeans.
With a grin over his shoulder that curled my toes, he said, “I doubt anal is one of its intended uses.”
