Page 49 of Kissed the Mark
Leandra nudged my shoulders until I lay flaton my back. She rolled down my pants and pressed her warm mouth tomy inner thigh.
Maybe it was the blood loss, or the arousal,or the vampire tongue pheromones—but I was very light-headed.
“I’ll convince you toreallydateme,” she said, and hooked aside the band of my panties between mylegs to make room for her mouth.
All my thoughts melted away, leaving onlythis: Leandra’s tongue, and the firm squeeze of her hand against mythigh which kept me close to her even as my hips bucked. She pulledaway with a feline smile when I rode out the orgasm. Her lipsglistened.
I tugged her dress over her head and wrestedher closer to me by the backs of her thighs. Her eyes lit up withcomprehension and delight, a laugh bubbling up her throat. Oneither side of my head she set her knees, her pussy justtantalizingly out of reach.
I looked up at her—over the dark mound ofhair, the roundness of her belly, the generous flesh that made upher tits, the expression of mirth that indicated she knew exactlywhat kind of effect she had on me. I clutched at her legs to pullher down but she wouldn’t budge from just above me, solid asstone.
“Sit on my face already,” I demanded.
Leandra lowered herself onto my mouth. Icouldn’t help the heat that surged up between my own legs as mytongue traced her clit, back down, and back up again. She shudderedout a moan. I cupped her ass with one hand and felt searching withmy other hand for her, fucking her with my mouth and myfingers—speeding up until she trembled with release and my hand andmouth came away slick with her.
She slid into a pile of limbs next to me asI panted. “Now I can say I’ve fucked someone in Faerie,” shesaid.
“Is everything you do just to crosssomething off your bucket list?”
Leandra smiled at me mischievously. “There’ssomeone at the door,” she said, then, moments before someoneknocked.
My underwear was soaked through but Iquickly donned my rumpled pants and cracked the door open.
“The queen will see you now,” my mothersaid, eyeing me up and down with her nostrils flaring. She didn’tneed to have superior senses to smell the sex on me.
“I’ll be back,” I said to Leandra.
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I managed to splash my face with waterbefore heading to the queen, at my mother’s unspoken request, but Icould still taste the vampire on my tongue, and my clit buzzed withthe recent activity. I was scared to ask my mom what had changedher mind about getting an audience with the queen. The queen’srooms were at the top floor—the least penetrable, not that we’d hadwars in centuries—and my mother led me in first, curtsying politelyto the Unseelie Queen before having a seat at her side. I followedsuit, occupying the seat next to her.
The Unseelie Queen had purple hair—it wascommon to dye hair in general with us, but especially fashionableonce you started going gray and could hold more pigment—andelegantly pointed ears encircled in a series of small, hoopedearrings. Age lines crossed her face at the corners of her eyes andmouth—two centuries of laughter, often at someone else’s expense.Her hooked nose ended in a septum piercing crowned by an opal thatglistened in the orange lights floating in the room. We wereclearly just in her antechamber for entertaining guests, but it wasstill the most elegant room I’d ever seen, the very furnishingsintended to glow with sunlight, moonlight, artificial light, fire.Everything shimmered with iridescence.
“I hear you have a vampire girlfriend,” theUnseelie Queen said, nodding to my mother. Mom always did like hergames.
I ran a hand through my rumpled hair asthough that would help my appearance at all. “Her name is Leandra,”I said, rather than agreeing with her. “We both had a run-in with abunch of vampires at the St. Louis airport and we need shelterhere. The vampire queen has threatened to have me terminated frommy job but I’ve been told in no uncertain terms that it meansshe’ll have me executed.”
“She wouldn’t,” my mother said, explainingto the Unseelie Queen. “The little Mayfair vampire queen wouldn’twant to invoke the wrath that would be caused by hurting one of ourown.”
“Vampires are conceited,” the Unseelie Queensaid to her, her voice deep and regal. “I have no doubt Patriciathinks she’s well-connected enough to get away with something likethat. After all, Olympia has not been living at our court very muchof late.”
I tried not to show my surprise that theUnseelie Queen cared enough to know the vampire queen of “little”Mayfair’s name. “They’ll get to Leandra, too. So we both seekshelter here, if you will grant it to us.”
“I do not see the vampire here,” the queensaid, more to my mother than me.
“I did not want to offend Your Majesty witha vampire’s presence,” my mother said defensively.
The Unseelie Queen pursed her lips. “I’drather have both of them here, for next time, Wendy,” she said,sliding plotting eyes on me that said:there better not be anext time.“Olympia, you are always welcome at court, no matterhow long, and no matter how little you’ve come to visit these lastfew years.”
“Thank you,” I said, heart sinking. I wasbeginning to lose hope she would mention Leandra—but if my stupid,overly sympathetic heart could get over throwing her to theproverbial wolves, I could live with it.
“The vampire can stay here for two weeks,”she said, eliciting a shocked intake of breath from my mother.
“We were thinking about going to Austriaback in the human world,” I said. “When our two weeks is up, we mayhead to Vienna here and then switch over.”
“That’s an excellent plan,” the UnseelieQueen said. “But don’t talk to anyone at their court. Their Kingmade a sly comment about my age last time we spoke and I poisonedhis daughter.”
Maybe we were the more monstrous creature,after all. “Do you know if she’s allowed to eat here?” I asked. “Orgo out in the sun?”
