Page 87 of Jackal's Pride
A curvy blonde vampire sat on the stool next to me. She didn’t jog a memory. I was positive I didn’t know her. She stood, leaned in, pressing her breasts against my arm. I’d been in a constant state of arousal every time I thought of Maureen, but now, as a woman stood with her shamelessly displayed breasts against me and not as a strange hallucination in my mind, I wasn’t hard at all. It was the opposite. I yanked my arm away from her irritated that she thought I’d welcome her touch. If anything, this moment felt the most normal, like the old me. It appeared the sexual part of me only awakened for the woman I was determined to remember.
“So the rumors are true? You are back. Where have you been?”
“Another one,” I repeated to the woman behind the bar after downing my second drink. The vampire leaned forward again. I scowled as she reached for me again. “Don’t touch me. I’ll stake you.”
“That’s not very nice,” she whispered with a grin.
I stiffened when I smelled lavender, a moment later a hand slid over my shoulder and then she sat by me, filling up the empty stool—on the opposite side from where the vamp sat next to me—with her intoxicating presence. “Having fun without me?” Maureen whispered as her hand slipped down from my shoulder onto my chest. My blood ran like wildfire. The reaction the blonde had tried to invoke came like lightning across my skin—instant and out of nowhere for Maureen. I stiffened as my body overloaded my senses with all these instincts. All of them leading to Maureen and what my cock wanted. To be inside her. As her palm flattened and rubbed over my chest, I had another pang in my chest. Not a pang. A lightness to my chest, like a thousand bubbles were popping off into my ribcage at once. I was elated.
It took another several seconds before I realized that it was because of her.I’m happy to see her.To be near her.
But it was apparent from the bulge in my jeans that I was reacting all sorts of ways for her. It seemed the memories of her that I couldn’t remember weren’t the only thing I was after.
“Can’t you see I was talking to him fir—” The vampire’s words died out the second Maureen leaned over me, materialized a blade, and held it to the vamp’s throat.
“Didn’t he say not to touch him or he’d stake you?” Maureen asked nonchalantly, rubbing my chest idly as she did. “Get the fuck out of here, or I’ll stake you.”
The vampire bared her fangs before rushing off. Maureen sat back on her stool. “Don’t think I’m not upset that you threatened her,” she murmured. “Molly, I need a drink!” she yelled at the bartender.
I sent her a bewildered squint. “You’re mad I threatened the vampire?”
“That’s how we started off, you threatening to kill me when you could… You’re not allowed to do that anymore. I can’t have you falling for everyone you threatened, now can I? I’m not about sharing.”
I found myself smiling. “You’re a bossy Little Monster, aren’t you?”
Her eyes widened. They twinkled so beautifully. There was something so hopeful in the expression she tried to mask through furrowed eyebrows. “Did you say Little Monster?” She searched my eyes. “Are you starting to remember?”
I shrugged. “I dream of you,” I admitted, “and nothing else.” The black tightly fitted shirt and jeans she wore clung to her every curve and trapped my mind. It was torturous seeing her shape, yet unable to see her bare. I needed to see every inch of her…again. “I don’t know anything beyond the fact that I’m restless and bound to follow you when you leave here.” I took the glass in front of her and swallowed her drink.
“Isabella’s coven leader or whatever they call her, Melinda, told me there was no point in getting a memory spell for you. She said all entities were more or less the same. Our bodies heal themselves. We fight off spells and wards like a human’s immune system does sickness. Melinda also explained the reason the collar was of no use for immortals like us. Sure, it’d work for a while, but every second it stayed on our body, our power was already working to get rid of it. She said the same with your memories…” Maureen shook her head with a sigh. “All I’m saying is that you got an hour left in this day—almost an entire day you’ve forgotten about me. You have some nerve, Jack…” Her words were harsh, but her voice was meek and unhappy. She glanced down at the bar, not meeting my eyes as her hand snuck out and slipped into mine. I watched as red tinged the side of her face and neck. “…to go and let some witch steal our memories—”
I didn’t know why I did, I just knew I wanted to. Lifting her face by the chin, I pressed my lips to hers, silencing her. And she let me. She tasted of everything beautiful, sinful, and sweet. Maureen opened her mouth and let me probe her further, slipping my tongue inside.
And everything—every experience, every emotion, every touch and yearning I had for Maureen came pouring back all at once. The memories synchronized with every hungry kiss. She murmured something against my mouth, and I held back a laugh. I was positive she was still grumbling about my memories.
“I don’t care how good his lips taste, I’ll make him suffer long and hard for forgetting me.”
My eyes popped open. Did I just hear Maureen talking?
“I promise to be a little nicer once he remembers… He deserves it…”
Did I? I smirked.
“Why does he feel so good? All mine…”
I could hear the dreamy sigh in which she said it. Dragging my lips from hers, I studied her.
“Why is he looking at me like that? Does he remember something besides how much he loves fucking me? Preferably that he loves me? Oh, fuck. I don’t even know if he loves me. Dammit. If he made me fall, he better have fallen too.”
She sat taller and wiped a finger across her swollen lips. “Any day now,” she hissed at me, then yelled at Molly to get her another drink since I drank her last one. “It’s been a long day.”
“It’s only been a day and I miss you this much already, Jack.”
Maureen sniffed quietly, grabbed the drink the moment Molly set it down, and finished it in one gulp.
“Shit! My throat has that itchy feel to it… Am I going to cry? God forbid, didn’t I do enough in front of my family? I’m just going to leave before I do…”
“When you feel like remembering me completely, come and grovel,” she told me as she rose from the stool, but I grabbed her arm and pulled her into my lap. She fell against my chest, and her ass hit my erection.