So it's now after 3AM here, but I just couldn't stop writing. It turned out way longer than I had anticipated. I'm really enjoying writing this one a little too much. I just can't seem to stop myself. But I guess y'all aren't gonna complain about my rapid updates now are you? :)
The beach was packed; boys and girls running around in nothing but their swimwear, even a few girls with only half of their bathing suits on. There was a huge bonfire blazing in the center of the party, further out from the fire was a table crammed full of a variety of liquors and other assorted drinks, several kegs were also set up beside them, and there was music blaring from a car that was parked out on the sand.
Their little group split up rather quickly, all of them wanting to get in on the action taking place down on the beach. Helen and Nikola were more hesitant. Nikola most of all. He looked so out of place in his pristine suit, it was comical. She couldn't help but laugh.
"What's so funny?" he asked.
"You," She giggled. "You look so out of place."
He rolled his eyes at her, but at least removed his jacket and vest, storing them in the back seat of her car for safe keeping.
"It's a start," she shrugged, still thinking he looked ridiculous.
She looked at him a minute longer before making up her mind. Stepping up to him, she unbuttoned the right cuff of his dress shirt and rolled the sleeve up loosely to the middle of his forearm.
"Helen, what are you doing?"
"Just trying to help," she cooed, repeating the process on his left arm.
When she was satisfied with his sleeves, she gave him another look over as if contemplating his appearance, trying not to make it seem like she knew exactly what she was doing. With a little grin she stepped even closer to him, effectively pinning him with his back against her car. She locked eyes with him, her body only inches away from his. Everything in her screamed to close the distance between them, but she held her ground. Never losing eye contact, she started to un-tuck his shirt. His hands came up to grasp her elbows, but he made no move to stop her.
When his shirt was finally free, she moved to start on his buttons. She never looked away from him. She was practically undressing him, but the only sign she gave that it was affecting her was the way she was biting on her bottom lip. Her fingers were sure and steady as she worked the line of buttons at a torturous pace. After half the buttons had been released she finally tore her eyes away from his to glance down at his chest. He wasn't wearing an undershirt which worked perfectly with what she was trying to accomplish, not to mention giving her another chance to stare at his gloriously defined chest and abdomen.
With the last button undone she slipped her hands into his shirt. At the first contact of her hands on his bare skin Nikola shivered. She spread her fingers out wide, trying to touch as much of him as possible. She slid her hands across his chest, pushing his shirt further open as she did so. A thrill ran through her as his muscles twitched under her touch. God, she could run her hands over him all night and not get enough.
"Helen…" his voice was strained, breaking her out of the trance she'd fallen into.
She jumped and cleared her throat awkwardly before stepping away from him.
"There, that's much better now," she breathed, not catching his eye.
"Hey Nikki! Aren't you gonna come join the party?" Megan chirped, skipping up to them with a drink already in her hand.
He glanced to Helen for the briefest of seconds before smiling and taking the hand Megan held out for him, letting her drag him towards the party. Helen followed them after a few more seconds, needing some time to take a few deep breathes.
She headed straight for the alcohol table, which was apparently where Megan was leading Nikola as well. They had every imaginable kind of liquor and several coolers with different beers, but no wine. Not that she'd really been expecting there to be any; college kids weren't exactly known to enjoy or savor their drinks, they wanted to get plastered and that was about it. Even if someone had brought wine it probably would have been the cheap stuff that came in a box. She shuddered at the thought. So she settled instead for making herself a rum and coke.
Megan grabbed a half empty bottle of vodka and poured shots into two little plastic cups, the kind you put in the bathroom to use for mouthwash or something. She offered one to Nikola, but he shook his head. Helen could have told her that would be his reaction. He'd never been anything but a wine man. Rare was the occasion when Nikola Tesla drank liquor. Megan shrugged and quickly downed both cups herself. Helen made a note to keep an eye on her, she may not like the girl all that much but she certainly didn't wish anything bad to happen to her. She'd heard way too many horror stories of kids getting alcohol poisoning during parties like this or managing some other kind of serious injury due to the lack of cognitive thinking massive amounts of alcohol produced. It was why she'd never let Ashley attend anything like this. Her daughter would have been beyond shocked if she could see her here now.
By this time Tyler had found his way back to her side. Coming up behind her, he wrapped his arms around her stomach and pulled her flush against his chest. Instinct told her to give him an elbow in the stomach, but then she remembered where she was and what she was doing. The look on Nikola's face helped remind her even more. His eyes went black as night and if not for the blaring music she knew she would have heard him growling.
Round two had just begun and she definitely had the upper hand. With a wicked smile she covered Tyler's arms with her own and arched her bum into him. She was rewarded by Nikola taking a step forward, claws extended and everything. Thankfully no one seemed to have noticed. She'd have to scold him for his recklessness later. For now she'd have to settle for getting Tyler away from his general vicinity lest he decide to use those talons of his. The last thing she needed on her vacation was an emergency surgery and a cover up job.
"Tyler, what's this game they're playing over here?" She asked, pulling him towards a bunch of tables where people were trying to throw ping pong balls into plastic cups.
"It's called beer pong," he explained, chuckling. "The cups have beer in them and if your opponent lands a ball in your cup you have to drink it. When one team runs out of cups they lose and the game's over."
"Wanna play?" Megan asked eagerly.
"No thank you. I think I'll just watch," Helen told her politely.
"What about you, Nikki? Will you come play with me?"
"I'd love to play with you dear….but not in that silly game," he leered.
Megan blushed and giggled, swatting at his shoulder playfully. He pulled her against his chest and kissed her neck, causing even more giggles. Helen was fuming. She supposed it wasn't any different than anything she'd done so far, but it sure felt different. It was one thing for her to do it, but it was another thing entirely to see him doing it. Fine, she thought, if he wanted to play dirty than she was more than willing to take things to the next level.
"Tyler, love, if you want to play I'll watch. I'll even make you a deal," she said seductively.
Nikola hadn't released Megan from his arms and to anyone else he would have appeared not to be listening, but Helen knew he heard every word.
"Yeah? What's that?" Tyler asked, liking the promise in her voice.
She curled a finger at him, indicating she wanted him to come closer, which he did. Laying her palms to his chest, she leaned in until her breasts were rubbing against him and whispered something in his ear so low that she knew there was no way Nikola would've heard even with his enhanced abilities.
"Ok, yeah sure!" Tyler said excitedly before rushing off to find someone to be his partner.
"You guys should come and watch too," Helen told the still intertwined Nikola and Megan.
"We can be Tyler's cheerleaders!" Megan gushed enthusiastically.
"Yes, that's exactly what I was thinking."
Megan missed the mockery in her tone, smiling brightly at her as if she really thought Helen was being serious.
"I'm just gonna make something to drink," Megan announced, finally pushing away from Nikola. "Helen, do you want anything?"
"No thank you, I'm still working on this one," she replied, holding up the rum and coke she'd just made as evidence.
"You really shouldn't tease him, Helen. Don't start something you aren't going to finish," Nikola admonished once Megan was out of earshot.
She could hear the double meaning in his words.
"Who said I'm just teasing?"
"I'm serious, Helen."
"So am I," she stated before waltzing off to find Tyler again.
He'd convinced Danny to be his partner and apparently managed to persuade Kevin and Scott to be their opponents. They arranged the cups quickly and had the beer poured in record time. It was obvious that they had done this before. They flipped a coin to see who'd go first; Kevin and Scott won it by calling tails. The four friends faced off, calling out rather colorful jibes and insults.
By this time Megan had found her way back to them. She had a red plastic cup in one hand and two smaller clear ones held awkwardly in her other.
"I know you said you didn't want anything, Helen, but I brought you a shot anyways," she explained, coming closer.
She normally wasn't much for shots, but she shrugged it off. Why not? She took one of the cups silently and toasted it with Megan's before throwing it back, the younger woman doing the same. The vodka burned her throat, but in a good way. Megan beamed at her stupidly, clearly already a little inebriated.
"So what deal did you make with Tyler?" Megan finally asked.
"I told him I'd kiss him every time he made it into one of the other team's cups," she said it nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders as if it were nothing. She could see Nikola's jaw tense at her words.
"Well then it looks like you're up," Megan commented, pointing towards the game where he had just scored the first point.
She glided gracefully over to Tyler, who had looked up in search of her upon his victory. She could see the desire in his eyes as she approached. A small part of her felt a hint of pride at the fact that she could still be attractive to someone his age. She raised a hand to his chin and then turned his head to the side before kissing him on the cheek, lingering just a second longer than you would in a normal friendly kiss.
"Oh come on!" Tyler complained.
She tutted at him, waggling a finger in his face.
"Keep it up and the rewards will get better," she purred.
"Yes, ma'am," he said eagerly, turning back to the game.
Nikola was glaring at her as she walked back over to his side. His eyes were a darker grey than normal and his jaw was tensed. He should know better than to push her. If it was too much for him, he could always bow out. But she knew he'd never give in. Nikola Tesla was nothing if not competitive. But then again, so was she. This game of their's was quickly turning into a battle of wills.
Kevin and Scott each made it in the next round, with Danny sinking one and Tyler missing. Apparently they'd opted for the six cup version as opposed to the ten, Megan was explaining as the game wore on. The six cups meant a tighter formation, which made it harder. But they also filled the cups up more than they would with ten to make up for the difference. The whole point of the game was to get sloshed, at least from what Helen could tell.
In round three Scott was the only one to score for his team while both Danny and Tyler made it in. She dutifully made her way back to the waiting young man, this time kissing his other cheek. The crowd laughed at her mockery and he rolled his eyes at her, but she just smiled promisingly back at him.
They went a few more rounds without any luck on either side, already starting to get a little sloppy. Kevin finally managed to land one, evening the score up to two cups on both sides. Tyler was the next one to make it and this time she gave him a quick peck on the lips. His body followed her's as she pulled away, begging for more, but that was all she was willing to give for the time being.
Eventually Kevin or Scott, she hadn't been paying attention to who, evened them out to one cup per team. They battled it out for several minutes, some shots way off and others just barely missing. Every time Tyler came up she could see Nikola start to fidget beside her. She was having a hard time staying still herself. Part of her hoped he wouldn't be the one to make the winning shot because that would mean she'd have to give him a worthwhile kiss. But the other part of her really wanted to drive Nikola up the wall making him watch her snog another guy.
She was so lost in her own thoughts that she missed the end of the game. The cheer from the on looking crowd brought her back to reality. Everyone was looking at her expectantly. Pulling herself together she made her way over to Tyler one last time. Nikola's words from earlier about not starting something she couldn't finish rang in her head as she went. When she got close enough Tyler swept her into his arms and crushed his lips against her's. She could smell the beer on him and it made her slightly nauseas'. She kissed him as hardily as she could without allowing him entrance to her mouth. She could feel his disappointment, but she was grateful when he didn't push it.
"Congrats Tyler!" Megan yelled, finally making her way over to them and dragging a fuming Nikola with her.
"Uh, thanks," he said, still keeping Helen tight against his body.
"Megan, would you care to dance?" Nikola asked, just a hint of that gravely quality to his voice that he got when in vampire mode.
"Sure!" Megan bounced with excitement.
There were several people dancing over by the car where the music was blasting from. If you could call it dancing. It looked more like dry humping in Helen's opinion. Dry humping with very little clothing on. Guys in only their swim trucks with girls in skimpy bikini's rubbing against each other in time to the music. She watched Nikola and Megan go, her discomfort growing more by the second; Megan slipped off her tank top so that she was only in her bikini and tight little shorts, and it sky rocketed.
"Are you ok?" Tyler asked, noticing her distraction.
"Yes, I'm fine. I just need another drink."
"I'll go get you one. What do you want?"
"Whatever's fine," she finally tore her eyes away long enough to give him a grateful little smile.
He nodded and headed back in the direction of the drinks table. Helen was rooted to the spot, her eyes finding and locking on the pair 'dancing' further up the beach. Their bodies had begun to move to the music, grinding into each other, hands beginning to wander. Helen's vision went red with rage. Everything in her screamed to go rip them apart. Nikola looked up, catching her eye. A range of emotions played across his face; lust, though for who exactly she wasn't sure at the moment, fear, remorse, anger, and finally jealousy as Tyler walked back up to her side.
Tyler offered her up another shot, which she downed quickly before grabbing his hand and pulling him towards the make shift dance area. She made sure they were in Nikola's line of sight before she began to move against him. He caught on quickly, pulling her tighter against himself. His hands were on her hips, which she moved in time to the music, and his own hips ground against her in a counter rhythm. She swung her arms around his neck, fisting a hand in his wavy hair. They were so close that her breasts rubbed against his bare chest. She couldn't remember when he'd taken his shirt off exactly, but it didn't matter. His hands traveled across and down her hips to cup her ass, pulling her even more firmly against him. She could feel his growing erection pressing into her stomach.
She risked a glance in Nikola's direction. Megan had her back to them and he was staring over her shoulder, his eyes never leaving Helen as she ground into Tyler's all too willing form. His eyes had reverted back to the sheer black of his vampire nature, thankfully his claws were still sheathed, but she could see that he was clearly baring frighteningly sharp teeth at the young man she was currently clinging to.
But the boy in question wasn't paying attention. He took the opportunity to latch his lips onto Helen's neck, sucking harshly and effectively drawing her attention back to him. It caught her so off guard that she jumped, gasping in shock. He didn't seem to notice though, sucking so hard she was sure he was going to leave a mark. His hands were becoming more adventurous as well, skimming up and down her sides. Seeking flesh, he yanked on her dress, pulling the top half of it down until it pooled loosely around her waist. One hand came up to brush against her breast before squeezing it lightly, while the other drifted back down to cup her ass again.
She tried to look back over at Nikola, but he was no longer there. She glanced around as best she could, eventually seeing Megan stumbling back in the direction of the drink table. There was no sign of Nikola with her. But then she heard his deep, fully vampiric voice behind her.
"Mind if I cut in, sonny?"
He didn't wait for Tyler to answer, shoving him away from Helen before pulling her hard against him. Tyler seemed to consider protesting, but Nikola hissed menacingly before he could say anything.
"Whatever man, she's all your's," he said, backing away from them.
Nikola didn't wait any longer before beginning to move against her back, gently coaxing her body into a rhythm with his own. Not that she needed much persuading. She could feel the skin of his chest against her now mostly bare back. One hand was low on her thigh, the other splayed across her stomach holding her firmly against him.
"That wasn't very nice, Niko," said purred, using her own nickname she'd given him years ago back at Oxford. A growl was his only response.
She clutched at the hand on her stomach, twining their fingers together. Her other arm reached behind her to wrap around his neck. She arched her back, pressing and grinding her back side into his much more impressive erection. His head came down and he planted a soft kiss just behind her ear. She hummed at the sensation, letting her eyes flutter shut as his tongue darted out to taste her skin. She felt all tingly and her body screamed for more, something he was all too willing to give. He kissed his way down her neck and across her shoulder, alternating light pecks, hot open mouth kisses, tantalizing caresses with his tongue, until she didn't know what to expect next. Her heart thudded wildly in her chest and her breathing had turned shallow. He made his way back up the trail he'd just laid across her skin before moving to the other side of her neck to do the same. When he came to the spot Tyler had previously been abusing she felt more than heard his growl. His lips latched over the spot sucking with even more force than Tyler had. It bordered on painful, but there was no way she was going to ask him to stop. When blunt human teeth sunk into flesh she groaned. He didn't break the skin, but there was no doubt that he was covering Tyler's mark with his own. The thought turned her on immensely.
"Dr. Magnus!"
Someone was calling her name, but it was distant and hazy.
"Dr. Magnus come quick!"
Whoever it was sounded urgent, but she was trying to ignore them.
"Dr. Magnus! Dr. Magnus! You gotta help!"
With a growl of her own Helen finally broke out of the haze of pleasure she'd been so totally lost in. She could feel Nikola chuckling behind her. He stopped their sensual movements and took a slight step back from her, but didn't break contact with her all together, keeping his hands loosely on her hips. She straightened herself out, unfisting the hand she hadn't even realized had been in his hair and bringing her arm down from around his neck. Quickly she re-adjusted her dress to cover herself once again.
Apparently the voice that was the cause of their interruption belonged to the little red head, Bridget. She had come running up to them, breathless and panting. Her hands were resting on her legs as she bent over to try and catch her breath.
"Calm down, Bridget," she instructed a little more firmly than was necessary. "What happened?"
"It's Megan," the girl gasped between breaths.
"What about her?" Helen ground out. Figures she'd get in the way without even having to be around, she thought bitterly.
"She fell…passed out…hit her head…blood…throwing up…thrashing around," Bridget panted.
"Oh bloody hell."
She knew the girl had been hitting the vodka rather hard, but hadn't thought she'd reached the point of passing out yet. Maybe Megan had had more than she realized. She'd been rather distracted herself all night and hadn't been paying as close attention as she should have. What an inconvenience. Damn kids these days couldn't even hold their liquor.
"You better take me to her," she told Bridget, who'd finally managed to catch her breath.
The girl nodded, all big eyed and frightened looking. Maybe it was worse than she was thinking. Maybe Megan really had hurt herself. Bridget had said something about blood. Either way, they were about to find out.
She followed Bridget silently through the still raging party, Nikola close behind. To her surprise she led them away from the party, back towards where the cars were parked. As they got closer she could make out two of the other girls, Courtney and Sarah, standing awkwardly over a lump on the ground which she assumed was Megan. When their feet finally hit the hard pavement she could see Megan more clearly. The poor girl was covered in vomit and laying in a pool of blood.
Ok, I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I did. I'm cruel, I know, cutting it off just when things were starting to get good. But I promise there is plenty of smut ahead. You just have to be patient. I promise to make it worth your wait. ;)