The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

The gunman fired, unloading bullet after bullet into Sadie’s cover. Sadie, realizing that he would be watching the only two ways out, the left and the right, chose option three. She leaped through the air, clearing the chimney and landing just a few feet to her opponent’s right-hand side.

. . . five . . .

Sadie caught the boy’s wrist as he tried to turn the gun on her, slapping one end of her cuffs on it.

. . . . six . . .

She stepped around to her adversaries back while kicking backward with her heel, knocking the gun from his hand.

. . . seven . . .

The young man was panicking. He’d never seen anyone move like this. He swung his free arm, trying to elbow this woman in the face.

. . . . eight . . .

Sadie caught his free arm, twisting it behind his back and slapping the other half of the cuffs on him.

. . . nine . . .

She ducked down and did a spinning leg-sweep, knocking him to the ground with his arms pinned beneath him.

. . . ten.

“Got him!” she said happily.

*We noticed! Nice work Arbiter! (click)*

“Shuck! It was nothing! Call me Sadie.”

*Hey,* came Koloff’s voice, sounding a little annoyed, *we caught one too! (click)*

“Yes you did, you big strong wolf man!” she said, using the voice usually reserved for talking to pets and babies. At the other end, she heard silence. “Vlad? Vladie?”

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An hour before sunrise . . .

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Sadie was having a great time. She’d invited the entire team out for drinks when their shift ended. About a quarter of them showed, with the rest having to get home to their families or other obligations. She’d called Melissa to see if she wanted to go, but the girl had refused. ‘Can’t quite figure her out,’ Sadie had thought.

Also conspicuous by his absence was Vlad. She had asked if he ever hung out with his men or if it was just because it was Sadie who had asked, but she had only gotten some snickers in return. It had been Fitzpatrick who had shed some light on that subject.

“See,” the man had said in a semi-drunken slur, “he probably had to go home because his wife is a bitch.”

“You know that female werewolves HATE being called –”

“Nah, she’s not a werewolf. She’s an elf. And she most definitely is a bitch. No idea why ‘e married her. They go together like sex and nunneries.”

Sadie didn’t have the heart to tell him that she had enjoyed many a night of passionate sex in nunneries, but chose not to. He was a good-old-boy kind of wizard and she would hate to burst his bubble by telling him the only thing that attempting to repress your sexual feelings did was make you really horny.

“And what I don’t get is he does anything she asks, and it ain’t even the good stuff. He ain’t no woose, which you can see fer yourself. He’d probably have a big pack here in Midian if he’d just lose her.”

“Maybe he loves her and –”

Fitzpatrick spit out his drink. “Love ‘er? He can’t STAND her.”

Sadie had let their field wizard go off on a tangent while secretly trying to scope out her chest. She’d gotten a fair amount of notice from her team, which didn’t bother her in the least. She’d have to be careful though. She didn’t mind bedding colleagues, but she stayed away from people directly under her control. It led to bad feelings. It was a shame really, since she had some fine looking specimens, including young officer Trent Devlin.

‘If I hadn’t been saddled with them as a team, I could bang anyone I wanted.’ That soured her mood a bit, but not for long. Sadie was almost incapable of staying depressed.

“You got a ride home?” she asked Fitzpatrick, who was on the verge of falling asleep in his chair.

“Yah. Devlin will get me home. He’s a good kid.” Fitzpatrick threw an arm around the rookie’s shoulder. “You know that right? You are a good kid.”

“Yes Donnie. You’ve told me that several times.” The young man was blushing, hating feeling like “the kid” in front of his knockout new boss.

Sadie actually hadn’t drunk that much and it took a lot to get her to where she knew she shouldn’t drive, so she got up and headed out to her truck. ‘Not a bad first night at all.’

It didn’t take her long to get home, and she had to resist the urge to drop by the Cat Scratch Club to look for Frankenstein or a little company. When her truck finally weaved its way down than narrow stretch of gravel leading to her trailer, she found not one but two visitors.

Melissa was there, dressed in a similar outfit to the one she had first worn over. She was leaning against the trailer, keeping an eye on the other newcomer. Sadie didn’t even need to guess who that guy was. He just screamed vampire-welcoming-committee.

“Hey Mel!” Sadie said happily, waving at the young woman. “You should’ve come out out for drinks. It rocked the hiz-ouse!”

Mel’s face kept that stoic form she used with most people but Sadie. “Yeah. Sounded like fun.” She was almost glaring at the vampire standing next to his black Porsche. Sadie wondered how he’d gotten something with such low clearance down her driveway.

“Sadie Hewitt,” the man said smoothly, taking off the obligatory sunglasses that so many vampires felt compelled to wear at night, “my name is Michael Dazza. I represent the Midian Council and was sent to welcome you do our little corner of the world,” he finished with a deep bow. “I was asked to confirm a date for you to present yourself to the Council so that you might meet your brethren and –”

“That would be never,” Sadie said primly, having a seat on the hood next to Melissa. “How long has the suit been here?” she asked.

“About an hour. He got here right after I did.”

“You shouldn’t have waited, or at least called –”

“Ahem!” Mr. Dazza said, looking irritated. Vampires hated being ignored. “What do you mean ‘never’? It is your duty –”

“Dazzy boy, I never really cared much for duty, or tradition or . . . well, anything that probably gets you all hard in your shorts.” That got a snicker out of Melissa. “Listen, I don’t pay dues . . . or attention for that matter. So go on back to your Council and tell ’em that I’m not here to cause problems but I just as soon they left me alone and stayed out of my business. Got it?”

“This is highly improper!” Dazza growled.

“Improper is what I plan on doing with this little lady as soon as you get going,” Sadie replied, wrapping an arm around Melissa’s shoulders. She didn’t like the way this clown was eying her, and since Melissa didn’t seem at all interested in him, “So why don’t you get to getting?”

The other vampire looked furious. The light of the full moon really didn’t help his complexion one bit. “This is yours?” he said, his voice suddenly dripping with sugar. “She doesn’t smell claimed.”

“Gimme a break! I just got here! I’m taking her for a test drive, seeing if I want to buy.”

Melissa nodded, offering her neck to Sadie in a submissive gesture. Even though they were just playing a game to piss this guy off, Sadie couldn’t resist a lick and kiss to that beautiful skin.

“I’d invite you to stay, but I don’t think I’m going to like you.” Sadie stared at him for a minute. “You’re still here. Could you please correct that?”

Dazza had no idea what to do. He’d probably never encountered this kind of reception in his life. He turned and got back into his car, heading at a snail’s pace down the drive. Sadie took great delight in hearing that expensive car bottom out in at least two places.

“So . . . why aren’t you presenting yourself to the Council?” Mel asked.

“Can’t stand ’em. It’s like the world’s most boring wine and cheese party, except everyone walks around being mysterious. It’s dull.”

“Will you get in trouble?”

“No. I’ll get bad-mouthed and probably can’t expect much help from them, but I can live with that.”

Melissa smiled. “You really are a different beast.”

“You should smile more often. You’ve got a great smile. Why didn’t you come out with us tonight?”

The girl shrugged. “I really don’t want most people at work to see me as . . . approachable. I’m not a people person.”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“I’m still trying to figure you out.”

“Join the club.” Melissa was quiet for a moment. “I know you said that you don’t do broods, but . . . but –”

Sadie hopped off the car and stood in front of the young lady. “But what? You had a potential brood master standing in front of you and you didn’t even blink.”

“I don’t want just anyone,” Melissa said, getting a little angry.

“So what do you want?”

Melissa sighed. “I’m not a hundred percent sure. I don’t like or trust most vampires that I’ve met, but I can’t shake this feeling, this . . . need.” She blushed from head to toe. “I can’t believe I’m even talking to you about this.”

“Sometimes it helps just to get things off your chest.” Sadie lowered her eyelids halfway. The girl looked good, and she hadn’t left yet. “What kind of relationships have you been it? How do you know that being a broodling is what you want, or are you just a goth submissive?”

“And the award for making-me-really uncomfortable goes to . . . you!” Melissa replied, fighting to regain her stoic poise.

“I’m not trying to embarrass you. I just think that you should know for sure what you want before you get into something dangerous. Being in a brood with a callous or particularly pompous vampire can be VERY dangerous. Same with having a bad dom in just a sexual relationship. I’ve seen people want in so badly that they give themselves to the wrong person, and sometimes they can’t get themselves back.”

Melissa cocked that one eyebrow again. “You know, you’re actually behaving all serious now. You’re a lot more depressing when you’re serious.”

“Hey, I’m ALWAYS willing to be playful,” Sadie responded, letting her smile come back. She pushed forward, spreading Melissa’s knees slightly with her hips. Melissa didn’t move except to lower her head, but didn’t break eye contact. ‘Her first response when approached sexually is to submit.’ The girl seemed excited, so much so that the pounding of her heart echoed in Sadie’s ears. ‘Now to test something else.’ She placed one hand on the side of Melissa’s head and the other on the girl’s bare shoulder. Almost instantly, Mel began trembling. It was feint, but Sadie could pick up on it. The closer the vampire’s mouth got to that luscious neck, the worse the trembling got.

Sadie was very careful and particular about who she bit, but this girl’s delicate neck was tempting her like few things could. But satisfying THAT particular craving was not what this was about, and she had to keep reminding herself of that. She let her fangs extend just enough to touch the skin but not break it. And as she had expected, the girl’s skin went completely clammy and she heard a feint whimper. Slowly she pulled her head back away from Melissa’s neck. When their eyes met again, the young goth chick was obviously confused.