Free Last Kiss from the Vampire by Jennifer McKenzie Page B

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    Steve wanted to know why Megan was late when she came home. He was, as she expected, playing video games again. He had a decent job at the local electronics store, but she felt he could do better. Steve lacked the ambition to attend junior college or improve himself and it was starting to bother Megan.
    “I had a former bus boy try to rob me,” she told him. “Idiot tried to stick a gun in my face at the bank drop. Can you believe that?”
    Steve dropped the video controller and ran to her. He hugged Megan to make sure she was okay.
    “Are you alright?” he asked. Then he looked down at her shirt. “Oh my God! What did he do?”
    “Tried to shoot me, the fool. Ruined a perfectly good top, too. Don’t worry the body transport people picked him up already. I will say he was tastier than the last one.”
    “I’m glad you’re safe!”
    Megan had to remind her self that mortals could be killed many ways and didn’t resurrect like vampires. Steve was becoming a little too needy lately and she was going to have to make a decision soon.
    Megan kissed him on the lips.
    “Taste him?” he was eating the wrong foods, all those losers do. It’s what makes them such easy targets.”
    “But,” she continued, “the good thing is that I don’t need any of your blood for another week. I know you’ll appreciate it. Now take my shoes off.”
    Steven took off his robe and got down on his knees. He removed the heels she had been wearing, smothered her ankles with kisses and put them in the closet. He was nude except for a small gold chain with her personal symbol she had placed around his neck after becoming a vampire. It was a way the vamps had of identifying their mortal companions to each other. Should another vampire need help from a human, all he or she had to do was look for the right symbol.
    “Is there anything else you need?” he asked, standing at attention, as she undressed.
    “I need my robe,” he said. “But not the knife or whip. No need for any bloodletting this morning.”
    He went to the closet, took out her favorite house robe and put it around her. As she tightened the tie, he gathered up her clothes and put them in the laundry basket.
    When he returned to Megan she placed one finger in his neck chain and pulled him to her.
    “I’ve had a rough night,” she told him. “I’m going to want some tenderness. Now go in the bedroom and wait for me.”
    Steve walked off and she heard the bed creek as he got ready for her. She had a drink from the faucet- she still needed water- and thought about her relationship with him. Steve had never been the most romantic man, but they had been an item since high school. She was worried he was getting too dependent on her. She needed him for his blood, but he could be replaced by another human. Still, they had been together a long time and she was fond of Steve. But why wouldn’t he just grow up?
    She understood why he liked having her in charge of the relationship. He’d hinted around about playing little games before she was turned, but the sex didn’t really get kinky until she became a full scale vampire. Some of the older vamps had told her it was a temporary aspect of the change and she would grow out of it, but she hadn’t. If Megan hadn’t bled that wannabe robber, Steve would be tied down to the bed right now with her scratching a pattern on his back until it bled. His blood always tasted so nice when he was sexually excited. She’s seen his erection rise to the occasion on his way back to the bedroom.
    But this morning she needed something less intense. Megan padded into the bedroom and sat down on the edge of the bed. She could see Steve was excited and ready to do whatever she asked.
    “Get up,” she said. “Off the bed.”
    Steve did as told and she untied her robe letting it fall to the floor. Megan lay back on the bed and looked at him.
    “Now turn around,” she said. “I want to see something.”
    He did as told right next to