A Visit to the Royal Compound with Night Tempest: Part 2: A Kinda Sorta Interview with Knox

Yay for the Blogger App!!!!  Love this thing by the way.  Live from Chicago and without further adieu, I give you part deux....

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Thick fingers let go of my wrist as well as my shoulder, leaving me to come to a stop in the middle of the dark.  I hated lights out and I think somehow he knew that.  I had always been afraid of complete darkness and I would probably never completely get over it.  Too many horror movies as a child I guess. Shrug. 

I wasn’t really shrugging now though as I wrapped my arms around myself and turned in circles, trying to find him in the pitch blackness of the room.  Hot breath crept over my neck and I gasped turning around and putting my arms out in front of me.  My blood thumped in my veins and my heart pattered like a wild animal in my chest.  Knox was trying to give me a heart attack.  That much was obvious.

“Still want to interrogate me?”  His chilled whisper was inches from my right ear and I swung an arm out in the direction of his voice.  Was he testing me?

I could feel his body slice away from my fingers by mere inches and a wide current of air gusted over my back as he spun around.  I knew how the human body moved and I was glad in this moment for my years of defense training.  Then again Knox wasn’t human and he had a hell of a lot more tricks than I did.  I heard a small rustle behind me and felt something in my space.  Soon his front lined up with my back and his arms went around my upper chest, making me clamp my mouth shut so I didn’t scream.

Rule number two when dealing with vampires…don’t ever try to fight them. They’re always quicker and always stronger. Duh.  So on that note I held still in his embrace, feeling my own heartbeat reflect off his arms while he lowered his mouth to my ear.

“Not bad.  For a human,” he broke the silence and then chuckled.  His body released from mine and I headr him clap his hands.  I had to shield my eyes when a sudden glow of light appeared from the small lamps around the room.  It still wasn’t very bright but his large space had that nice library warmth to it and the fact that I could see anything was slightly reassuring.  Finally I noticed the rest of the room and my eyes went a little wide.  But I didn’t say anything.  This was Knox, plain and simple.  And truthfully it didn’t bother me for long.

The room was black.  A dark pool of marble looked wet across the floor it shined so bright.  Walls like liquid leather surrounded us but one wall was devoted solely to a metal slab drilled against it.  Small track lamps spotlighted the wall and a collection of leather and metal chains and manacles hung from it.  A video camera was setup in front of that and a padded bench with lock and key restraints sat beside it.  It was like a Dom’s paradise in here and I felt seriously out of place. 

And oh God his tools of the trade!  On either side of the metal contraption were cabinets like something out of a Swedish experiment.  They practically glowed with their silver backing and fluorescent lighting, making their contents seem to float in place.  Whips and chains hung side by side perfectly spaced apart.  Making his cabinets look like some kind of maniacal art gallery rather than what it really was.  Lubes, candles, and wicked looking rubber were set in the other cabinet and I swallowed at the size of some of the stuff in there.  Where the fuck would that even fit?  I cocked my head and he snorted.

“I’m surprised you haven’t run yet,” he pondered aloud and I turned to look at him, catching a glimpse of his bed that was nothing more than a monumental square of gunmetal silk in the middle of the room and then a glowing blue hot tub in the corner.  He really was tricked out. 

“I’d be lying if I’d said I wasn’t expecting this.  I mean you do give off that vibe…you know the big bad boy feeling.” I countered and he smiled to one side of his mouth.

“True. Okay. Fine.  I’ll answer your little questions but I’m gonna drink while we do it.  Cool?” He cocked a brow and I rolled my eyes.

“Your room, remember?” I reminded him and he nodded.

“You’re just going to keep surprising me aren’t you?”  He shook his head and walked to a hidden cabinet under his flat screen television.  Pushing on the panel, it popped open and the same kind of blue glow from the hot tub backlit two dozen bottles of high end liquor, ready for consumption. 

“You want something sweetheart?”  He asked without looking at me—the sweetheart not really all that affectionate.  Then  he turned and his blue bangs swished over his left eye again.  God he was so big and tight.  Even slightly turning his body you could see all the muscles bulging in his back and ass. 

“Uh, sure.  Vodka if you have it.  With a little lime?” I asked and avoided his dark eyes.  He knew I thought he was hot.  Instead of having that conversation though I just kept my mouth shut.

“Do I have vodka?” He raised a brow like I had just spoken Hebrew and reached into the cabinet.  “Russian Standard or Ketel One? I got some frou frou flavored shit somewhere under here but I don’t drink it.”

“Ketel One,” I replied quickly.  It was my favorite anyway and I too hated that fruity crap. 

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the high back chairs in front of him that were covered in cherry red leather.  Interesting, I thought.  These chairs were the only real color in the room aside from the hot tub that kept catching my eye in the corner.  A black marble tub matched the floor and you really had to look to tell where one started and the other began.  The water was turned off but it lapped gently over the blue glow coming from somewhere at the bottom, where it in turn lit up the reflective tiles above, giving off the appearance of peacock shades of black and blue.  I wonder what it would be like to be in there while he was…

“You gonna drink this or do I get to hold it all night?” A tinkle of ice came as Knox shook the sifter of vodka in front of my face; a small slice of lime way floating inside of it.

“Sorry,” I muttered and took the drink from him.

“Whatever.  How you wanna do this?  Or what do I do I guess I should ask?” Knox looked nervous.  The big creep actually was sweating a little.

“Hey why don’t you just sit and chill a little.  I’m just going to ask you a few questions from the readers and a few I have myself. No big deal.  You don’t want to answer, then don’t.  Deal?”

“If I say no, I mean…”

“Yeah.  I Got it.  Now can we get this going… I mean if you don’t mind that is,” I rephrased.  I needed to get a hold of my usual tongue.  It could very well get me in trouble.

Knox studied me for a moment then sat in the red chair across from mine and set his drink down on a coaster.  I wanted to smile at the small gesture.  Men and coasters usually didn’t go hand in hand.

“What?” He barked and narrowed his eyes.

“Nothin.  Okay then…” I pulled a recorder out and set it on the table between our chairs.  “This okay here?”

“Fine.  Get on with it.” He watched me from his still narrowed gaze and sipped his own dark liquid.

“You know you could be a little…”

“I’m a bastard, yeah I got it.  Turn on your little piece a crap and let’s hear what your little friends are dying to ask me.”

“Okaaay… Yeah so...” I pulled a notebook and pen out from my laptop bag and flipped to the questions.  Looking around the room, I knew the first thing I wanted to ask him wasn’t on the list.

“Why aren’t there any windows in here?  You can walk in the sun, so I don’t get it.”

“I thought the theme was obvious; dark and ominous.” He laughed coldly. “Besides every Batman needs a cave right?”

“Batman?”  I smirked and shook my head, doodling a little face with x’s for eyes in the top right corner.

“Yeah. Crime fighter, wearer of leather, lives in a big ole fortress with underground awesomeness.  Heard of him?” He replied with sarcasm and I sighed.

“Yes I have.  I just didn’t see the… Never mind Knox.  Okay next question and it’s probably been the most popular one as of yet.”

“Oh I can’t wait to hear this.” He crossed his heavy black boot over his leather clad knee and opened the glass dish on the side table to reveal hundreds of reese’s pieces.  He stared at me with boredom as he snuck a few candies into his mouth and chewed slowly.

Lowering my brows, I looked back to the sheet to focus before I started laughing.  “Next question, why are you so afraid of children?”

Practically gagging, Knox spit a candy out into his palm and wiped his mouth on the back of his arm. “What the hell kind of question is that? Fucking kids, are you kidding me?  Do I look like the kind of male who does the goo goo gaga shit?  Uh, no.  I don’t.  I hate kids plain and simple.  They make messes, they demand too much attention, and they are just another target to shield from the enemy.  Who the hell are these people, asking such stupid things?” He blabbered and his cheeks looked like he was… Holy shit, he was blushing!

“Knox?”

“I don’t fucking like kids alright?” He snapped back, his fangs shooting out of his gums to peek out of his mouth.  His dark eyes swirled with a deep gold and I pressed myself into my seat. 

“I’m sorry.  Okay you don’t like em.  I get it.” I held my hands up in defense.  “Geesh.  And for your information, those people are just interested in your life.  You’re kind of closed book ya know?” I shook my head to avoid any more eye contact with him.

“I’m about to be a sealed book if you don’t get on with it,” he growled and pushed his bangs to the side to emphasize his angry glare.

“One teensy little thing though.  Uh, how do you expect the race to survive without some type of reproduction going on? Do you condone that or are you in favor of your people dying out eventually?”

“Look Night.  I don’t care if those females pop out a baby or not.  Yeah a few every couple of decades is alright to keep shit a float but don’t shove one at me and expect me to take care of it.  And no,” his voice went a little higher like are you kidding me.  “I don’t want my race to die out.  You are terrible for even suggesting such you little human…”

“Okay.  You don’t even have to finish that.  I didn’t mean to offend you, I was just wondering.  Calm yourself.” I held up a hand and flipped to the next page.

“Calm myself?” His eyes bugged and he started to rise from his chair.

“Can we just get through this without you pulling some he-man I’m all macho bullshit please?  I’m tired, my feet hurt, and I’m getting a serious case of the turned-on’s. So if you could just humor me and answer the rest of my questions, I’d really appreciate it.” The words flowed out of my mouth without a thought.  Until I realized what I had just said and gasped silently and turned my wide eyes to him.

Knox was seated once more with a smug little smile and a leg hanging over the arm rest to showcase his open… Oh fuck.  Damn him.  “Turned on huh?”

“Whoops, yeah didn’t mean that.  Next question,” I squeaked and the notebook in my hands shook.  “Uh, are you romantically involved with any vampires or maybe even a human?” I put the notebook down and bravely looked at him again.

“As in one person?” He barked a strange laugh.

“Yeah.”

“Hell no.  Sex isn’t romance and I like it that way.  Attachments equal weaknesses and I’m a warrior that can’t afford such petty distractions.  Even if I could, I wouldn’t.  Fuck that noise.  They’re all like I need you and I love you mumbly jumbly.  Yeah, no way Jose.  I’ll stick with what I got going and I’m all good.” He folded his hands behind his head and showcased his muscled arms covered in thick ropes of ink.

I cleared my throat and darted a glance away.  “So you don’t ever plan to mate?  What if someone comes along and you can’t fight the pull?  I’ve heard it’s almost impossible to ignore.”

“Yeah it is.” He agreed and looked at me with a shocked face as if I’d caught him rubbing one out while tap dancing to some little diddy.  “I mean, Rowe said it was.  Not me. I won’t ever take a mate.  I like my variety,” he rushed and I wrote a little note in my book.  Well if that didn’t confirm that.  Hmm.

“That’s going to be a really sad life but it’s yours to live right?” I smiled up at him because I think I had finally figured it out and he crossed his arms with a huff.  “Let’s go to something lighter shall we?”

“Yes.  Let’s do that princess,” he sneered and I had the urge to stick my tongue out at him.  Or lick him.  God, I was becoming increasingly horny the more time I spent in this God forsaken place.  It was pure torture to be across from a body as perfect as his and not even so much as touch him.

“How about you interview me naked, seeing as how you got the x ray eyes going anyway?” He grinned and licked his lips.  Was he flirting with me?  I thought he was….

“Yeah put that in your little notebook sweetheart.  I like chicken and steak.  Feel me?”

“You’re Bi?

“I like em all as long they have a hole to fill,” he purred and I pulled another red tomato to match the chair.

“You blush a lot,” he commented and I felt like he was closer than he had been before but he wasn’t.  The giant vampire was still very much in his own chair. 

“Next question,” I managed and he ran a thick hand over the leather arm rest of his chair.

“Whatever you like.”

“Er…uh.  Okay.  What does it feel like to be put under by a vampire?  No examples please just a description will do,” I added quickly, knowing he wasn’t above using me like a doll. I rearranged my legs, crossing one over the other and took a big swig of vodka.  It burned going down and had that thick aftertaste but it calmed my nerves.

“Each human is different. In my experience most humans see it as a highly pleasurable situation and have little to no side effects afterwards.  By that I mean they don’t feel sick or frightened that they can’t remember a certain time frame afterwards.  I always alternate the memory with something else, so that never happens with my human feeds.

If we will you to forget, you do.  You don’t feel anything and aren’t even aware of what is happening.  It’s like sleeping with your eyes open.  Some vampires use the block as a tool for fear and that’s when things can have very serious effects to the brain.”

“Like what?” I leaned forward in interest.

“Some humans can become stuck in their own head.  Relive nightmares over and over and never be able to wake.  Most of the time they get put in an institution or kill themselves.” He shook his head like this made him upset.

“I take it that bothers you,” I asked.

“It doesn’t bother you?  Humans make up a good portion of our life source and are to be treated with respect and care.  Not as targets to unleash our beastly desires upon.  It’s sick and when I see it happening, the vamp is punished with the utmost cruelty.”

“I guess a thank you is in order then.” I smiled and he turned to me with confusion and then slowly put a hand over his heart with understanding.  The tiniest bit of warmth filled his eyes.

“It is an honor to serve you,” he murmured and bent his head.

I bit my lip and he looked at me again. “What is it like to feel the pleasure of a vampire’s block?”

He thought about this for a moment and then gave me that chesire cat grin. “Say I told you I wanted to take you home from the bar and I knew you wanted to, but your human conscious was nagging you to think it over. I would then lean forward a little and put a hand on you so your nerves would respond to my energy.  My blood would call to you and settle you enough to look at me. Well at least that’s how I do.  You don’t have to touch a human to gain control of them.” He explained and my body seemed to melt as his fingers skimmed over my tingling knee.  Wow, I felt like my blood was made of wine and I was drowning in a good way.

“Then,” he breathed and moved onto his knees in front of me, rubbing both his palms up my thighs.  “I would tell you to look into my eyes.” I glanced up and was immediately entranced by the golden swirl of his beautiful irises.  I wanted to swim in them and feel his burning hot hands all over my body.

“After that, I would tell you to take off your blazer for me because you look a little flushed.” His fingers dug into my thighs and I went for the only button on blazer quickly.  It was like my thoughts weren’t my own and some foreign heat was creeping up from the depths of my toes to flourish throughout my entire body.  I was on fire and only Knox could put it out.

“And then Sugar, I would move on up here,” he whispered and before I knew it his face was at my neck and his lips were brushing over my skin.  His massive thigh was wedged in between my legs for balance and his hands were in my hair.  “I would taste of you and send you to a pleasure so high you would never be able to reach it again.”

I was on autopilot.  My brain was somewhere else and my body was speaking for me.  I knew somehow that my hands were moving over his body but I wasn’t sure where or how I had the energy.  I felt heavy but not sleepy and it was like every nerve in body had come to play.

“Tell me Night.  How do you feel darlin?” Knox licked my neck and grazed his fangs over me and then it was over.  Just like that I snapped out of it and the tattooed giant was back in his chair next to me, drinking his liquor.

“What?” I mumbled and looked around to make sure the room hadn’t changed or something else crazy.  Did I just dream that up or had it really happened?  Oh my God, I could still feel his hands on me.  Or could I?  Damn what was in this vodka? I eyed the small glass with speculation and then looked back to him.

“Got what ya need?”  He smiled and then laughed.  I know he was sexy, I mean come on.  But when the large male let his eyes relax and he threw his head back with this rich laughter filling the air…he was beautiful.  This made me smile and watch him intently.  I wish I could have had him on film in that moment to show my muse later.  He would get a kick out of that.

“Did that really happen?”

“Oh yeah.  How did it feel?” He asked and seemed seriously interested.   Or in male speak, I think it was something on the lines of how was I?

“It felt really…I mean like amazing,” I confessed and covered my mouth to hide the blushing smile that was erupting.

“I still got it,” Knox chuckled to himself and gained a satisfied expression.  “Let me guess.  You would rather ask more questions than finish our little experiment though right?”

“Right,” I answered and he swore something in another language.  “Maybe, if things were different,” I offered trying not to bruise his ego.

“Whatever.  I’m ready for the next round.” He sighed and waved me off.  Knox didn’t seem too disheartened so I continued.

“Tell me about your family.”

“No.”  Simple as that and the sudden fire in his eyes was not the spicy kind.  No meant no and I shuddered to think what would happen to me if I pushed that envelope.

“Ok, sorry.”

“Just move on please.” He looked over to the glow of the hot tub and kept his ear turned towards me.

“Do you have an official title within the Royal court?” I picked a random question off the list.

“My bloodline has always assisted the King’s family as warriors.  I am the second son of Jorigh and as the last remaining direct descendant of his blood, I am the Prince’s second and the Queen’s third in command.  Cade comes second as he is a birthed Guardian and their leader.” Knox offered with respect behind his words.  He clearly thought fondly of the Original.

“Third to the Queen? So you don’t mind that Cade has kind of taken over the warriors since he’s accepted his new role?”

“Not at all.  The job was always his and I am glad that he has found his place amongst us.  The warriors and Guardians alike respond well to him and we are better for having him here.”

“I kind of feel like you guys have become pretty close over the last few weeks.  All of you I mean.  Not just you and Cade but everyone together.  Would you say the same?”

“There is always a certain fellowship that comes from being warriors for the same side but yes I would agree we share something deeper rooted than simple closeness.  We are kind of like brothers but very good friends for sure.” He nodded and tapped his foot.  He was getting impatient. 

“Okay I have to ask because it’s bugging me.  Why do you carry the dictionary with you everywhere?” I sighed.  He had one on the mantle too.  What was up with that?

“Lamprophony.” he folded his hands together and smiled.

“What?”

“Lamprophony.  Tell me what that means little one who writes.” He raised his brows and I muttered a curse under my breath. 

“I don’t know.” I shrugged but inside I felt like an idiot.  But really who uses that word anyway?

“It means loudness or clarity of voice.  Lamprophony.  It’s the word of the day.” He uttered with a certain pride.

“So you just pick a word out of the dictionary every day?”  I balked.  I hate dictionaries and thesauruses.  We had never gotten along but they were tools of the trade and therefore we had to compromise with one another.

“After I read a page of the dictionary in the morning, I pick a word out and make sure I use it at least ten times.  Readers Digest suggested it to keep the brain sharp.  It works you know.”

“Uh huh.” I nodded slowly in disbelief.  Reader’s Digest?  Knox was throwing me for a loop; a really, really big loop.

“Yep,” he answered and popped a candy in his mouth and chased it with what I was beginning to suspect was rum judging from the spicy smell coming my way.  A loud buzzing had the giant vampire snapping to attention and reaching into the back of his leather’s for a shiny black smart phone.

With a fierce sexual eye, Knox texted something  back to the sender and cleared his throat.  “Can we wrap this up and finish the questions tomorrow?  Got company coming.”

“Oh you mean…” My eyes darted to the metal chains on the wall and I fidgeted in my seat as my temperature rose.

“Yeah.  That’s exactly what I mean.  Unless you want to fill in Night,” he growled quietly and I slapped my knees.

“Well uh I’ll be on my way then.  Um, tomorrow morning perhaps we can finish this?” My voice was squeaky and way too high.  Just the thought of being chained to that wall made me want to say yes.  I needed to get out of here.  I could feel the room getting hot again.

“Yeah we can.  I think you’re boy’s here anyway,” he nodded at the door and I frowned.

“I didn’t bring anyone with me,” I replied.

“Well I think he came without your permission then Sugar.  He’s waiting in the hall.  I can smell him and I don’t think he’s gonna wait much longer.” Knox smiled wickedly and I knew immediately who was out there. 

“Right.  Ok I’ll see you at breakfast then?” My hands shook as I shoved my notebook into my bag and tossed back the remainder of the vodka in my glass.

“Yeah, now get out of here before I do something very naughty and piss off big guy out there,” Knox growled and I thought about trying to shake his hand in thanks but immediately thought better of it.  Screw it and leave Night.

“Good night,” I mumbled.

“That’s what he said,” Knox barked and slapped his knee as if that was the funniest joke he had ever heard.

“Cute. Later asshole.”

“Later Sugar.”

I scampered out of the room and shut myself off from the smell of rum and the feel of that sex filled heat on my skin.  Only to turn and face those glowing yellow slits for eyes that I saw every single night.

“What are you doing here?” I whispered but he didn’t care about words.  Tugging on my wrist, he pulled me behind him and dragged me down the corridor to the darkest doorway he could find.

“I think you forget that I’m always with you,” he growled in my ear and blocked my view of the world with his larger than life body.  “That I know what you’re thinking…” he murmured and my heartbeat sped up.

“So what are we gonna do now?” I whispered in the dark and he smiled.

“I don’t know, you tell me…I’m just the Muse.”

TO BE CONTINUED.....

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Febreze, Supermodels, and Itunes with Night Tempest

As I have finally gotten all the cleaning and laundry crap done.  I sat down at my laptop in front of the open window and I was like damn that’s nice right?  That feeling that things are finished for at least the next two hours and you can sit back, relax, and enjoy the scent of febreze wafting through the air. 

As if my computer had suddenly become an extension of my brain, Itunes Genius prepares its own amazing rendition of “Girl Get Up and Work Off That Sandwich.”  But knowing I still have a bit of writing to do, I lean back and watch other people run past the house in the sunshine.  I have a kickboxing class early in the morning, so I don’t feel so bad. Sigh. Oh well.

I take a sip of Iced Chai and get down to business. Pressing play for this playlist makes me tap my foot and suddenly feel like a supermodel.  Or at least I have the urge to put on a pair of heels and strut through my own house. Laughs.  And…I gave away another one of my guilty pleasures.  This is becoming an awkward habit of mine. Sorry.

Seeing as no one else is in the house at the moment, I connect my Ipod to the Surround Sound and let the magic happen.  Minutes later things are filling my head with the beat and dialogue is emerging to the front of the line.  It’s a cacophony of crazy but I work through it and mere sentences become full pages.  I love it.

 ***If you are not a fan of techno or pop, listen to it anyways.  It will at least put a smile on your face and make you feel like you’re at fashion show. LOL. What’s wrong with that?

Morgan Page, Sultan + Ned Shepard, and BT - In the Air feat. Angela

Rita Ora Ft. Tinie Tempah – RIP (I’m Ready For Ya)

Morgan Page Ft. Tegan and Sara – Body Work

Phoenix – 1901 (Drake Remix)

Subfocus - Cut the Blue Ft. Alice Gold

Kid Cudi – Pursuit of Happiness Ft. MGMT

David Guetta – Turn Me On Ft. Nicki Minaj

Spank Rock – Car Song Ft. Santogold

Nicki Minaj – Stupid Hoe (Explicit) (***Nicki Minaj goes hardcore in an all-out neon sort of way.  BE ADVISED.)

Felix Da Housecat – We All Wanna Be Prince

Calvin Harris – Feel So Close

Mason vs. Princess Superstar – Perfect (Exceeder)

Vaski – Might Like You Better (***Guilty Pleasure Dub Step J)

Fedde Le Grand – So Much Love

***Didn't have time to link them up but all the songs above can be found at youtube.com or purchased through Itunes. 

Check back tonite or tomorrow for Pt. 2 of my visit to the compound.

XOXOXO NIGHT TEMPEST

A Visit to the Royal Compound with Night Tempest: Part 1

Going into a vampire compound is exactly what you would think it would be like.  Tall stone walls that were at least three times my height surrounded us and cut into the night as the guards ushered me out of the Escalade and over the surprisingly even stone courtyard.  Thank God for wedges because I was so nervous that had I been wearing pumps, I would have surely fell on my ass.  Seeming to sense my unease, the butler to my side grabbed my elbow gently and gave me a small wink. 

With a full yet grey brush cut and piercing green eyes, it was a wonder that George was a butler.  The guy was hot for an over fifty club member and had I not known of his occupation prior to this meeting, I would have thought he was a Royal. His fingers on my arm stiffened but he kept walking as a blush crept over his cheeks.  Shit.  I forgot they could sense emotions. 

“I, uh…” I murmured but he took a breath and patted my arm.

“I am nothing if not flattered, Miss.  Please do not worry about it.” He nodded giving me the tiniest glance of his eyes before resuming his straight forward gaze.

“Thank you.” I blushed and darted my eyes around the awning of the palace-like structure as we walked up the wide stone steps.    “This place is huge,” I said out loud instead of in my head and George chuckled.

“Yes. It is.  But we need the space for all the Royals and human turns we house year round.  Ever since the war we’ve been acquiring more and more of our kind from the surrounding territories  and I think by Christmas we will surely have even more.” George sighed and I threaded my arm fully through his.

“Well, you must be a very important man then huh, because that is one hell of a job.  I heard there were upwards of three hundred vampires living within the compound.  That’s a lot of cleaning and feeding, props to you my friend,” I praised and he looked down at me with beaming smile.

“Again you make me blush Miss.  You are quite the charmer and I thank you for your kind words.  And I am positive you will make friends amongst the Royals with such honeyed praises.  They like the compliments,” he relayed and rolled his eyes slightly to emphasize their little flaw.

“Don’t we all,” I giggled along with him and shivered as we passed through the heavy main doors and stepped into the bone chilling great room.  A swirl of gold and burgundy made up the ground of the vast circular room, creating a pinwheel of luxury on the floor. Upon drawing my eyes away from the hypnotizing marble, I looked to the grand staircase.  High polished banisters in some type of rich syrupy wood curled and rounded up the next floor and then the next and the next.  It seemed to go on forever and broke off into different alcoves and darkened hallways. But the showstopper was the stain glass ceiling depicting wars from long ago. Even at night it was beautiful; illuminated by a ring of light hidden behind another panel of glass.

“Miss Night?”  George tapped me on the arm and I jumped.

“Oh heavens, I’m sorry.  I’ve just never seen anything like this.  Like where do all these doorways lead?”  I asked, ever the curious kitten.  Before he could answer, I carefully strode across the gleaming floor in my black wedges to the nearest empty doorway.

“Oh wait Miss, that’s the…”

“Can I help you sweetheart?” A massive man ducked out of the previously dark doorway and scared the shit out of me.

“I…Oh…I mean huh uh.  Uh no,” I babbled almost drooling on my blazer.  I knew he was King before he even said anything.  His long dark ponytail fell forwards over his shoulder and sweat dripped over his bare upper body.  Most likely fresh from a work out, he sported black mesh shorts and some fancy blue trainers.  The cross around his neck hit the light from the chandelier and he smiled like the devil himself.

“This her?” He scratched his dark stubbly jaw and his brown eyes sparkled.  Um yeah drool was on its way for sure. 

“This,” he paused with distaste for King’s manners. “Is Miss Night, yes.”

“Your name is Night?  Cool parents.”  He snorted and wiped his face with the white tank in his hands.

“That’s the name you’re gonna get,” I replied and crossed my arms.  Being a submissive human around them wasn’t going to get me far, so I tamped down my anxiety and channeled my inner diva.

He stopped wiping his face and gave me that fuck me grin.  “You and Knox are gonna get along swell.  I can’t wait to hear that toss around going on upstairs in a bit.  Good luck…Night.” He winked and went through one of the other entry ways, tossing me a quick head shake before disappearing.

“Oh hold on there darling!”  A sparkling voice came from above us and then the padded whisper of feet gracefully descending the stairs. 

“You must be Night.  It is a pleasure to welcome you to the compound,” the cool blonde purred and took the last few steps down the staircase.  Where had she even come from?  A leather pencil skirt wrapped snuggly around her hips and narrowed to her knees; showcasing her pale stems down to her four or so inches of black peep toe Louboutins.  A form fitting grey button up was tucked into her skirt and her sexy mess of curls spun in all different directions. 

Her light blue eyes filled with satisfaction and she clicked across the marble with an extended hand.  “I’m Nina Gerard,” she offered as if we were old friends.  But I wasn’t stupid.  I could feel the raw power that she held back so effortlessly flowing into my hand.  It was like she was looking for something but I held fast and gave her a genuine smile.

“The Blood Queen.  It’s an honor,” I replied and bowed a little.  Was that what you were supposed to do?  I didn’t know but I didn’t want to offend her either.

“Oh mercy me, you don’t have to do that.  You aren’t vampire darling.  Besides, I can’t even get my own people to bow before me,” she mocked, obviously not really caring whether they bowed or not.  “You are quite fetching.  If you didn’t smell so delicate, I’d think you one of us.”  She was back to purring with those narrowed eyes and I got the feeling that the Queen had swung both ways before she found her new boyfriend.  As if he heard us, Hill sauntered down the stairs looking completely hit by a train or just sleepy.

He rubbed his eyes and pulled up his falling jersey bottoms.  They settled around his hips but left a bit of flesh exposed between the pants and his straining t-shirt.  I was getting the feeling that I was going to have to start staring at the floor so as not to get all hot as shit.  These men were like sex with limbs.  I felt his eyes boring into me and nervously I glanced up meeting his golden gaze.  His eyes reminded me of a hawk, glowing and predatory. 

“You must be Night.  Actually you are. That much is clear.  You smell like….” He sniffed a little and Nina laughed and put an arm around his waist.

“She smells like a cake.  A little vanilla with buttermilk and honey.  It’s almost too good,” Nina huskily retorted and I blushed from my blue roots to my Rio Red pedicure.

“Yeah, that’s it.” Hill pulled his Queen to him and ran his hands over her a little until you could hear both of them breathing.

“Uh, your Highness?” George cleared his throat and spared me a pitying look.

“Oh right. So sorry darling.  We just…well you never mind.” She waved off everything that followed that statement and twined her hand with her lover’s.  “If you need anything, you’ll let us know?”

“Of course.  Thank you so much.”

“No darling. Thank you.  Sleep well…” she lowered her voice and pulled her boyfriend up the stairs behind her.

“Good night…Night,” Hill offered with a sly grin and curled his fingers around Nina’s hips as they wandered up and out of sight.

“Are you ready Miss?” George asked and then threw his hands up as another curious pair came out of the secure elevator behind the grand staircase. Oh God.  I couldn’t do this.  It was really them, right here in front of me.

Cade and Micah stepped forward and I fought not to stare at the pair of them.  Rule number one around hot vampires…Don’t get all hot and bothered.  They can totally sense it not to mention smell it.  Micah smiled bigger and pulled me into a hug.  This was really happening.  The source of half of my naughty dreams was now pulling me flush to his hard as fuck body and hugging me?  Oh yes.  He was.  I melted a little into him and sneaked a sniff of his spicy aftershave with a shiver.

“Hey.  I want a turn,” Cade whined and pried me out of the warm nest of Micah’s arms. Oh hell yes.  Look at those dark blue eyes.  What would he look like above me…

“Huh uh.  He’s mine,” the auburn haired vamp whispered in my ear and kissed my cheek softly.   “But I can’t fault you for staring.  He’s pretty fucking gorgeous yeah?”

“I’m not answering that,” I croaked and gave Cade a quick pat on the back before I got too much of his man scent up my nose.  My senses were cranked way too high and I needed to dial back all the blood rushing this way and that under my skin.

“Maybe I should see Knox now,” I commented smoothing out my blazer and running a hand through my blue hair.

“Yeah you guys should get along just fine,” Micah quipped as if I didn’t know Knox was going to be a handful already. 

“Good luck with that.” Cade smiled and gave me another kiss on the cheek because he knew it got me going.  Fucking tease…

“Don’t let that ass throw you around.  Stand up for yourself.  Gets him all hot and shit,” Micah teased and I almost threw something at him but realized I wasn’t about to break a few hundred dollars worth of Apple.  I tucked my laptop bag tighter to my side and huffed.

“Goodnight gentlemen,” I replied and straightened up, looking to George.

“Night, sexy,” Cade called out as they walked away and I flipped him off.  Unless you were gonna come through, don’t mess with my head.  I could only hope as I watched their denim clad asses waltz out of the great room.  Om nom nom my body replied and the butler sighed hopelessly.

“I think it would just be best to go on up before you are ensnared once more.” George offered me his arm but I refused, favoring the feel of the slick banister under my hand.

After what seemed like forever, we finally came to a stop on the fourth floor.  My legs were dead and my feet ached in my wedges, but my thighs looked killer in my skinny pants after that little work out.  Passing four more elaborate doors, we came to a side hallway in the gothic hotel of never ending  and stopped. 

“I don’t go in there unless he’s out.  It’s the only door at the end of the hallway.  I hope you don’t think ill of me, it’s just that his…his room makes me a little uncomfortable is all.  And he is quite…temperamental.  If you are in need of service feel free to hit the zero button on the phone in his room and I will be happy to assist you.”

“George…what’s in there?”  I swallowed and glanced down the dim hallway lit with only a few sconces.

“You tell me.  You are…” he trailed off.

“Yeah.  I know.  That’s what I was afraid of,” I replied dryly and sighed, letting my shoulders slump.

“It’ll be alright Miss.  He tends to be a little more lenient around women but I’d still be on your guard.” George patted my shoulder and smiled.  “When you are finished, I will take you to your quarters.  Good luck.”  With that George rounded the turn from which we had come and walked out of my sights.

Well, hells bells.  Here we were. I could turn around and go running with my tail between my legs or I could just suck it up and interview the great big son of a bitch.  Hey, we had matching hair so I guess we had that in common.  Maybe he would lighten up around a fellow blue.  Nah, prolly not.  Fuck it.  Night, you’re a big girl you can do this.  I marched down the hall putting a little extra swagger in my step and stopped in front of the black metal door. Cool to the touch, my hand connected with the knob and I turned it before I could chicken out.

Darkness greeted me and a burst of even colder air rustled through my hair.  “You ever heard of knocking darlin?” A deep voice asked right in my ear.  Turning I tried to see where he was but was pulled into the room without another word with only the click of the door shutting to tell me where my exit had gone.

TO BE CONTINUED…….

Turning A New Leaf & A Yes Master Flashback

TO ALL MY READERS ON LITEROTICA.COM :

After a lot of thinking it over...I have decided to pull my work from literotica.  First, I do plan to publish the Cade series and all the follow up stories and I can't very well do that if they are taken right out from under me.  With this rash of story theft from literotica for other sites, I'm not okay with leaving my stories for the wolves.  Lit is doing nothing to protect its authors nor are they doing anything about retrieving material stolen from their site.  The admins have even gone as far as not answering emails of conern any longer and frankly that concerns me.

Not only that but the entire dynamic of Lit has changed within the last couple of months from what it used to be. It's not fun and insightful as a FREE author any longer.  You're left wondering what is going to go wrong or who will say what after this latest submission.  It hurts when you work hard on a story and then the voting gets turned off for almost two days and you get almost no views because of it.  That hurts your new reader base and as someone trying to get into writing seriously, a reader base is obviously everything.  What's worse is when you email someone running the site and they could care less about sending you a quick apology or an explanation.

Secondly, I love my readers and I love writing sex scenes but I like to write about creatures of the night, blood and guts, and fighting too.  I feel I've really limited myself because I'm worried if that crowd will think i've gone overboard with sword hacking and blood letting.  But you know what?  It's my story to tell and I'm going to do so on this blog from now on, or at least until I start looking around to publish.

I am so sorry if you feel I am abandoning any of you but I hope that you will stay with me and continue to read about Dan and Rowe and all the Guardians and even Jordan and Vendish....Plus a lot of new characters as well. :)

As a thank you for your continued loyalty, I've included a scene that I cut from the last chapter of Yes, Master.  Just something fun to read!  Thanks again guys!

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“Hahaha.” Dan spit his champagne across the hall runner and doubled over with laughter. 

“No. I’m serious!  I saw something move under that fur coat and it wasn’t her body. Something was alive!  No, oh God my jaw hurts,” Cade whined with a smile and smacked Oliver on the arm.  “You still breathing drunk ass?”

Olly cracked a smile. “I’m good.  I think I need more champagne.”

“Oh that’s a great idea!  Where did that hot dude go, the one in the red jacket?” Dan slurred and tried to stand but ended up sliding back to the ground in defeat.  “It’s dizzy up there.  Be careful.”

All three men sat on their asses in the third floor hallway of Jacob Caldwell’s estate.  They were dressed to the nines with their designer tuxedos and high polished shoes but they didn’t really care about that.  They were here to get drunk and have a little fun amidst all the tight collared, fat pocketed bitches downstairs. 

“I would go look for him Daniel but I think that Mrs. Julian is still on the prowl.  She told me earlier that I looked delicious.  Huh uh,” Oliver relayed with an eye roll.

“Ugh,” Cade and Dan chorused.  “That lady is disgusting.  What did she bathe in Red Door?  Gross.  Plus she’s gotta be pushing eighty.  Not enough oil in the world to work that rust.  Give it up already you old hag,” Dan exclaimed to the ceiling as if Mrs. Julian could hear him.

Cade crawled to Dan and sat beside him with a laugh.  “You are so trashed!”

“You are too!  You drank a whole bottle and had some of that nasty ass egg nog.  Bleh.” Dan made a face and Cade put his arm around his best friend.

Oliver watched with a slight tug of loneliness as the two men shared a fun drunken moment.  He sighed and pulled the loosening bow tie from his neck and shoved it in his jacket on the ground next to him.

“Hey Olly,” Dan called him from his thoughts.  Looking up he saw Daniel ushering him over quickly and then he looked to his right and saw none other than Mrs. Julian slinking their way, trying to act as if she didn’t notice them.  Oliver scrambled to the other side of the hallway and tried to get behind the other two men but they had plans of their own.

 Pushing Oliver back against the wall while seated, Dan straddled the bigger man and gave him a wink and a giggle before undoing his collar buttons and going to work at his neck.  Oliver had little time to react to this before Cade laughed and got behind Dan, snaking his arms around the smaller man and starting to pull his shirt from his tuxedo slacks. 

“What the?” Oliver groaned and grabbed Dan’s ass, pulling him closer to his own hardening dick.  Dan’s lips tried to connect with Olly’s but the larger man pushed him back to his neck to avoid that scenario altogether. 

“Dan,” Cade whispered and ran a hand under the white button up shirt and along the smaller man’s smooth bare chest. “She’s watching.  Let’s make sure she gets the hint.”

“Who?” Oliver had almost forgotten until he noticed a shocked but obviously aroused Mrs. Julian peeking from behind the hall corner.  The woman had stopped her ‘casual’ stroll on the third floor of the main house and only her dark beady eyes and tuft of white hair could be seen from around the corner.  It was kind of laughable actually or maybe that was the booze talking, Olly thought closing his eyes for a second to feel Dan roll on top of him.

“Let’s give her a show.” Dan narrowed his drunken eyes and whispered, ending with a laugh.   The smaller man’s uncoordinated fingers tried to work his own dress shirt but Oliver ended up helping him because it seemed to be too much work for the blonde.  Oliver was feeling loopy but he managed to get the garment off and get a good look at the tanned boyish chest of the guy on top of him.  What a piece, Oliver licked his lips.

Were they really doing this or was this for show, Cade thought running his hands over Dan’s nipples.  He and Dan had fooled around in the past and it had never changed anything for them.  Who else were they supposed to learn from growing up?  But they knew boundaries even drunk and never would they go all the way.  Both of them knew there was no coming back from that.  They also knew that they loved each other but weren’t in love with each other, so when a situation like this occurred they just let it happen because they knew where they stood.

Oliver on the other hand was so lost and confused but at the same time the big bastard looked ready to explode.  “Dan, help me out.” Cade reached down in between the two men in front of him and started grasping at the buckle to Olly’s belt. 

“You guys stop,” Oliver attempted but was cut off as Dan helped Cade lower the zipper and pull the slacks down a little. 

“And you thought Beyonce karaoke was the showstopper,” Cade murmured and Dan snorted.  “Loud and trashy?  Or maybe soft and sensual?” Dan giggled and Cade buried his face in Dan’s neck to hide the loud laugh.

“Loud and trashy.  Oh God do it,” Cade pleaded with a huge smile.  “He’s so good at this it’s ridiculous.  Whatever you do, don’t laugh.”

“One audible orgasm coming right up.” Dan moved the shirt around his hips and grabbed the bottle of champagne next to them on the floor, taking a huge swig before slamming the thick bottle back to the ground.  “Oh,” Dan moaned and threw his head back.

Oliver’s eyes widened but Dan just wrapped his arms around the dark haired man’s neck and ground his dick in Olly’s lap.  “Oh yea!  Oh fuck Oliver.”

Cade sucked in a breath and bit his lip with a smile and turned his head away from the voyeur down the hall.  Being super wicked he ran his hand down Dan’s hip and into the blonde’s lap and right over his…

“Holy shit!” Dan croaked and Oliver narrowed his eyes with heat.  Why couldn’t he have friends like this; hot, drunk, best friends?  Grabbing Dan’s ass hard, the little blonde leaned forward and began to rub deeper into Olly’s lap.  Friction started to build.  Everything got really hot and then…

“Oliver James Caldwell!  What in the….” Jacob Caldwell stood there with his mouth hanging open and next to him was Isaac Hightower holding back a laugh with a glass of champagne in his hand.

“Boys…” Isaac scolded lightly.  Cade and Dan hopped off of Oliver so fast you could’ve missed it altogether.  Gripping the fly of his pants in place, Olly quickly got to his feet and turned around to adjust his zipper and belt.

“Father, I uh…” Oliver began.

“Save it.  Get yourself together and be downstairs in five.  Governor Derenger and his wife are here and they would like to be formally introduced to my son,” Jacob Caldwell spat and narrowed his eyes at his son.  He wasn’t ashamed of his son’s homosexuality, although it didn’t fully sit with him.  No, Caldwell Sr. was pissed that his own flesh and blood would make a public spectacle of himself earlier with their drunken singing and then this little episode and in a sexual way no less. 

“Oh Caldwell, boys will be boys.” Isaac flashed a brilliant white smile at his colleague and hoped it was enough to cool the fire in the man’s eyes.  For a man of thirty, Oliver sure was kept on a short leash by his parents; being dragged in two different directions of what they thought to be best.  Isaac knew from watching the both of them though that they loved their son, even if they probably had never said so.

“That’s just it though Hightower.  They are men.  Not boys,” Jacob clipped and watched his son pull his tuxedo jacket back on over those broad shoulders.  He was every bit his father.

Isaac shrugged and pulled a pair of clipped cigars from inside his jacket.  “Come on Jake.  Let’s let the boys finish getting ready while we take a breather.”  Get downstairs. Isaac mouthed to the three males with red cheeks in front of him. 

“Good idea. Five minutes Oliver,” Jacob grit and turned around, letting a grinning Isaac guide him down the hall.

Once the fathers were out of sight Cade, Dan, and Oliver all sighed.  “Wow.  That was interesting,” Cade offered to a stunned Oliver. 

“I have another word for it,” Oliver grumbled and readjusted himself down below.  Yep, still hard, he thought.  Shit.

“Sorry about that,” Dan apologized with a grin and a hiccup. 

“Jesus slick, how much did you have?” Cade shook Daniel’s shoulder and the little blonde laughed.

“Not enough to deal with that.  Hey, Mrs. Julian you still creeping around down there?” Dan laughed.

“Oh my God, D.  Shut up!” Cade clapped a hand over Dan’s mouth and Oliver laughed.

“You two are something else.” Oliver shook his head.

Dan peeled Cade’s hand off his mouth with a childish lick to his palm and a squeal.  “Yeah well that something else got the message sent loud and clear to old skin bag down there.  And that something else knows how to shake his shit to some Beyonce.”

“Oh no.  Here were go,” Cade groaned and put his hands on his hips as Dan started to walk the runner like a cat walk and flip his curls with an over the shoulder stare.  “Shall we ladies?” He covered his mouth with another hiccup.

Cade and Olly looked at each other with a snort and followed behind an extremely drunk Dan. 

“Baby boy you stay on mind, fulfill my fantasies…” Dan belted with a swish of hips and laughed.

“Dan!” Oliver and Cade shouted at the same time and went to fetch their drunk as fuck friend.