Chapter 51

Now, Where Were We Before We Were So Rudely Interrupted?

Pam's POV

I kept stealing side glances at Quinn. So far he didn't seem to be regretting his decision to come home with me.

It'd been a real bitch to help him get into the car. My shocks would ever be the same on that side again.

What the hell was I getting myself into? Was I really taking a Were back to my house to fuck his brains out? Was I doing this because I was genuinely attracted to him or was this the act of a desperate vampire who feared being alone now that her maker was bound to another.

Quinn caught me looking at his package and I wanted to slap the smile off of his face. I was most definitely attracted to him, I didn't feel the need to just slap anyone. A slap, to me, was personal and should be reserved for when someone you really like has upset you. You can't go wasting slaps on just anyone.

"A penny for your thoughts, babe?"

"Shall I be honest or do you wanna hear an obvious lie?"

"Hit me with the brutal truth. I can take it."

"I'm thinking this is a mistake. I'm thinking that I shouldn't take you to my home, where I sleep, because if this ends badly, if we're not on the same page, you have some pretty heavy duty info on where to find me to get your pound of flesh. I'm thinking you should tell me where I can drive you to."

I had pulled to the side of the road and turned to face him. He didn't have to know that we were sitting directly across the road from my house.

"Whoa, hold on a minute! Can I tell you what I think Pam?" His hands were up in a mock-defensive gesture. I nodded my approval. "I think you are one of the most righteous women I have met in a while. I think you are a little psycho, but hey, bat-shit crazy really turns me on. I think you're in a weird place right now with your maker just having created and shacked up with that hot little number, Sookie." I opened my mouth to protest and call him something foul, but he held up a finger to shush me. "Wait, I'm not done. I think the way you had me feeling four days ago was fucking hot and I think that we could have a really good time together. No strings attached. See where it goes, not that it has to go anywhere mind you. Okay, now I'm done."

"So we agree to not have any expectations of each other. We can fuck and that's all?" I was leery of him and yet hoping he would say yes. I really REALLY wanted to fuck him. I felt like I might be getting some of my mojo back.

"Agreed."

"As long as you know that I am planning on dominating you in every which way." That was for damn sure. Not even Eric had tried to dominate me in bed. He'd enjoyed my take charge attitude but drew the line at some of my wilder sexual appliances. I had SO wanted to see him wearing the Pony Tail butt plug.

"Plan all you want, honey. We'll see how things go. You might be in for a surprise."

Well, I just didn't know how to feel about that little statement.

I swung the Mercedes into my driveway and noticed Quinn's lack of reaction. He was one cool customer. He might be the right influence to rub off on me. Well I was hoping to get him to rub something on me anyway.

"Just so you know, Were, I don't take too kindly to criticism of my personal decorating style. So consider yourself warned."

I pushed the garage door opener and pulled inside.

Just go with the flow Pam. No expectations. That includes expecting him to rag on what you've done to your house as far as motif.

I really did not like feeling all these emotions. When had I become such a insecure wreck?

Quinn's POV

Pam was about as high strung as I'd ever known a vamp to get. Something had changed her in the last four days and I'm pretty sure that I'd been on the mark with the Eric and Sookie comment. I mean, wouldn't anyone in the same position as her feel a little less that stellar? What she needed was a good old fashioned, no holds barred, using every position and then creating new ones, sexual adventure. And I was just the one to put the skip back in her step.

It's funny but I'd never been even remotely attracted to vampires before Pam. I'd always found them rude, too focused on power and wealth and totally devoid of any sort of humor. I'm a laugh-a-minute kind of guy and I can't live in a fun-free environment. I'd seen enough hard times and bullshit by the time I was 15. I am through with that fucked up part of my life. Now that I've been released by the Queen and no longer was working off my mother's debt, I felt like a new man.

I refused to say a word about the total Leave It To Beaver decorating theme she had going on in her house. I wanted to ask her what the hell her inspiration was but she would take that as a personal affront. It wasn't that it was bad, it was actually really nice and homey. It's just I expected some straight up Ikea catalog looking New wave shit. Cubes and triangles sitting everywhere, chairs shaped like big hands waiting to fondle your ass when you sat in them. She had surprised me yet again.

She turned and asked if I would like something to drink. I wondered why a vamp would have anything but blood substitute, then realized that I wasn't the only person she might choose to entertain. The pang I felt at that realization felt a little too much like jealousy. I needed to nip that shit in the bud.

Stay frosty and vigilant, Quinnster. No strings attached, hit it and quit it.

Damn, I needed to stop watching Generation Kill. Cause right now all I could think about was mounting a Marine-style offensive to get her out of those clothes and onto my dick. It was time to get my groove on, Ninja style.

My kung-fu is strong, my game is tight and my pimp-hand is heavy, I am the master.

I asked if she had any beer and she nodded.

"That'll be fine, then." I waited for her to turn her back on me and I shifted there in her living room. And then, my friends, I pounced on that phat ass.

Pam's POV

I was nervous and that fact was pissing me off. He had been good and refrained from saying anything about my home. I knew that he probably expected to come in and see something straight out of the Munsters, black and red everywhere, Tim Burton-esque furnishings. Chalk one up to the tiger for his tact.

I was on my way to the fridge to get a Warsteiner for him, (I'd bought those because thats the beer he'd been drinking in New Orleans before the shit hit the fan.) when I felt the air behind me crinkle. Thats the only word that comes close to describing the sound and feeling of magic as it happens.

I spun on my heels and gasped at the creature crouched in front of me. He had to be eight feet long from bow to stern, tail not included. He was a beautiful rusty orange with deep obsidian stripes. His eyes were the same deep shade of violet, only now they glowed with an almost fluorescence.

"Aren't you fucking magnificent?" I couldn't help myself. I was in awe of the beast and I was wetter than April in Louisiana.

The big cat came closer, still crouched but low crawling. We circled each other, his tail was knocking shit off of my tables and shelves right and left. I didn't give a fuck. This was the hottest and most like myself that I'd felt in a week now.

"So what's the plan? I for one didn't think I would end up with a big pussy in my house tonight."

We both sprang at the same time. He transformed back into his human form midair and tackled me in all his naked, cock-swinging glory.

He had me pinned underneath him. I knew I could struggle and make it hard for him to keep me down, but for the first time in my undead life, I felt the need to let someone else be in control of the way things were going to go down. As long as I was deciding this, it was okay, right?

He released one of my hands but quickly pinned it with my other above my head. I saw a huge black claw pop out of his human finger. Interesting, indeed. He ran this single claw down the front of my shirt and I felt the fabric fall, along with my bra, onto the floor on either side of me.

"Well, now aren't YOU fucking magnificent?" he purred as he licked his lips. " I hadn't done them justice in my imagination, you know." He leaned his face down and guided his tongue all over my nipples in long, excruciating licks. I fought the urge to flip him over and eat him alive. I needed to not be the one in control, I needed to let it go so I might find my way back to the way I was. Eric was my maker, but not the only reason for me to exist. I relaxed and closed my eyes.

Sometimes letting go is the best way to gain control.