90: Photogenic – Pt. 3

“As I was saying, I know where the threat is coming from. In your time, I took down Al Capone?”

“That’s right. You and your ‘Untouchables’ singlehandedly ended the threat to prohibition and organized crime in Chicago,” Mike said, the huge grin never leaving his face. “Honestly, you’re like one of my biggest heroes!”

“It’s true. He has a framed picture of you in his office…which is kind of surprising he didn’t recognize you,” Victoria smirked at the displeasure on Mike’s face. “Anyway, you’re thinking it’s a threat from Capone, Eliot?”

“I am indeed. I’ve just been appointed to the Bureau of Prohibition on assignment from the U.S. Treasury Department. I’ve been tasked with destroying all lines of illegal smuggling and thereabouts ending the reign of these gangs that are plaguing the city. I haven’t been personally assigned to the task force for Al Capone but, my department is working up to creating individualized teams who will cover different parts of the state. And you’ve ruined the surprise as to which city I’m getting.”

“Yeah,” Mike smiled sheepishly. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. At least I know I get the job done.”

“And then some.”

“Careful, Mike…” Victoria again warned and glanced behind her at Derrick. “So, you knew Eliot Ness? Does that mean you’re in the city somewhere?”

“I am. But…I wouldn’t suggest looking for me.”

“Oh, don’t worry about that. I just thought it was neat. What other famous and historical people have you known; I mean aside from Ness and Victor Hugo?”

“I’ll tell you all about it when we get home. For now, let’s figure out how we’re going to make that happen.”

“Right,” Mike agreed, glancing over at Eliot. “Now that you’re sure you know who put the hit on you, what’s the next move?”

“Well, honestly, I don’t think I need you guys from here. Judging by your reaction, I’m fairly certain I’m not going to be whacked by Capone.” 

“Wait, I’m confused,” Victoria said, focusing her attention on Ness. “If you had a witch cast a spell for you to bring in a clean detective, why not just have her single out the threat? That way this whole ‘trip through the painting’ could have been avoided.”

“It was my first time with the ‘juju,’ I didn’t know what it could do, so I went with what I needed most.”

“Ok, so, if that’s everything, think we can work on how we’re getting out of here?” Derrick asked, placing an arm around Victoria’s waist.

“Wait, first!” Mike patted his back pocket in search of his phone. “Damn.”

“Yeah, you dropped it in the office. Doesn’t matter though, not like you’d have service here,” Victoria replied.

“Service, no. But I was hoping to get a picture of myself with THE Eliot Ness.”

“Ah!” she nodded and retrieved her cell. “Then allow me.” 

Mike rushed to Eliot’s side and, before looping an arm around his hero’s neck, froze. “I’m sorry, you don’t mind, do you?”

“Not at all,” Eliot replied, inching closer as Mike got into the perfect ‘buddy cop’ pose.

“Say ‘Untouchables,’” Victoria took a few quick shots of the duo in a few different poses but stopped before Mike got too carried away.

“Right, well, I’d like to thank you for coming to help solve my little problem,” Eliot said, extending his hand to Mike. “You’re a helluva detective.”

“Thank you, Eliot, for saying that. This has been a very interesting experience,” Mike beamed. “Eliot fucking Ness.”

“Actually, the middle name is Paul,” Eliot joked. 

“Alright. You guys ready?” Victoria asked, moving into the center of the room. Mike and Derrick nodded and stepped closer toward her. “Fair warning, Mike, teleportation can cause nausea.”

Closing her eyes, she mumbled a spell beneath her breath. A bright burst of light surrounded the trio and Eliot moved away as he watched the glow become brighter as Victoria, Derrick and Mike became consumed in the radiance before altogether vanishing.

 “You know, for someone as superstitious as you are, you certainly stumble into a lot of supernatural cases, Mike,” Derrick teased once they were safely back at Moonlight.

“Yeah, it’s kinda my luck. Like the guy who hates humor becoming the butt of every joke.”

“Well, hopefully, you can stay out of trouble for the rest of the night. Otherwise, I might kidnap you myself and put you to work at unpacking boxes,” Victoria said.

“No, thank you. I think I’m gonna head home, take a shower, have a few beers and try and sleep this off,” Mike replied, scooping Victoria into his arms. “Thanks again, Vik. You’re always there when I need you.”

“And don’t you forget it.” Victoria and Derrick bid Mike goodnight before heading home.

Victoria smirked and closed the book up in Derrick’s hands. He looked up with a smile and glanced at his pilfered manuscript before his eyes moved back up to Victoria’s. “I was reading that.”

“I know,” she paused, holding it over her head as he tried to snatch it back. “I want to talk to you about something.” Derrick leaned back in his seat and nodded and Victoria placed the book on the coffee table.

“Alright. What’s on your mind, Victoria?”

“Ok,” she sighed, exhaling a deep breath. “I know this is a little out of left field but, I’ve been thinking about this for a while. Well, ever since my run in with Cecily, and I think I have a pretty good argument for it.”

“Well, are you going to tell me what it is or continue the argument with yourself?” Derrick laughed, watching her nervously fidget in front of him. 

“Oh, hello,” Derrick said as Victoria plopped herself into his lap. His hand skirted up her side and settled over her breast, giving it a firm squeeze as he teasingly kissed her neck.

“Derrick!”

“Hmm?”

“I wanted to talk to you!”

“So, talk. I’m listening. I promise.” His lips moved from her neck to her cheek and Victoria giggled before she started speaking.

“I think—I can make you better,” Victoria stated hesitantly, gently rubbing her hand through his hair. “I know what happened last time was…super scary. But I think, if you wanted, we could try again but in moderation.”

“No, Victoria, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“I do, Derrick. My blood can make you into a super being; well, more than you already are. And with everything that we’re facing lately, I think it would be smart to have that card to play. I know it scares you. I know you’re afraid of what I might think, Derrick. But you should know I’ve never seen you as a monster. I’m not scared of you. I’ve never thought lesser of you because of how you have to survive and that won’t change.”

“Victoria, what if I can’t control it? What if I hurt you again? I can’t live with that. It almost destroyed me the first time.” 

“I trust you. But if it helps, I can start you off with a tiny amount in a glass or something. You don’t have to go right from the vein if you’d prefer.”

“No. If we’re going to do this, we need to know all variables.”

“So, does that mean you’re game.”

“I’m willing to try, Victoria.” Glancing up the stairs, he smiled to himself before looking at her again. “If we’re doing this, I want to make it special.”

“What does that mean?” Victoria asked with a smile.

“Wait here.” Disappearing up the stairs, Derrick prepared the bedroom by lighting candles and turning on low mood music. He wanted to show Victoria how much he appreciated her trust in him; giving herself completely was a big step in their relationship and he needed to make this perfect. 

Moments later, he escorted her inside and the smile on her face made it all worthwhile. “You really know how to show a lady a good time,” she smirked and crooked her finger at him.

Derrick made it to her in two large strides. Snaking an arm around her waist, he pulled their bodies together and leaned forward as Victoria draped herself from his neck. “I’m always eager to please you, Victoria.” The way he said the word please shot a pulse straight to her core and she unconsciously moaned and tightened her arms around him.  

Derrick dipped his head down, letting his mouth meet hers in the softest of touches. Victoria curled her fingers in his hair, pulling him harder against her lips and he began to kiss her, really kiss her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, his need apparent as he moaned with hunger and squeezed her closer against him. “Derrick…” she whispered softly against his lips. 

Turning her in his arms, his mouth continued its exploration, licking, sucking and lightly nibbling her soft skin as Derrick made his way down to his prize. Victoria mewled as every nerve in her screamed for joy feeling his lips blaze a path down her jaw toward her collarbone. His tongue was light and bold, knowing exactly where to touch, finding the sensitive spots beneath her ear, making her gasp. Derrick’s hands moved from her hips to her thighs, trailing upwards and brushing against her center. Victoria moaned and closed her eyes as he made quick work of her top and pants. 

His hands edged back in place, inching closer to the apex of her thighs. Slipping her panties to the side, Derrick slid one finger into her moist center. “Fuck,” he hissed, joining a second finger inside, making her arch her back against the pressure. “You’re so wet.” His eyes were on hers, hungry, starving, and watching her every move. Derrick curled his fingers, pressing up toward her belly. Victoria trembled at the sensation, her body climbing higher toward climax in just a matter of moments. His thumb began to move in slow circles at her nub, his fingers rocking her, coaxing her.

“Oh my god, Derrick,” she sighed, firmly squeezing her breasts as he continued his explorations. His fingers plunged inside her again and again, curling, rubbing, stretching her as he listened to her symphony of lust. Victoria began rocking her hips, moving in sync with Derrick’s motions. She could feel him, hidden behind his jeans, his deliciously hard cock aching to be freed, his deep, heavy groans teasing at her ear. 

Every inch of her body screamed for release with all her senses stimulated at once. Her body involuntarily tightened and tensed and she knew she was about to go. Derrick slid one hand up her waist, settling it over her breast as he whispered against her ear. “Let go, Victoria. Don’t fight this.”

“Derrick!” she moaned, her pulse pounding a thousand beats. “Derrick,” she cried out again.

“I got you,” he replied, his mouth teasing her ear. Victoria arched her back, launching herself into her lover, allowing Derrick to thrust deeper and letting her orgasm ignite her body on fire. Instantly, her body shuddered, giving in to his will. Twisting, turning, the force of her climax hit her like a truck. Her head fell back against his shoulder, her core clenched and pulsed all around his fingers, her whole frame melting like butter under the sun. He held her firmly to his chest as Victoria was reduced to a quivering mound against him.

But before she could catch her breath, his mouth went to her neck. She cried out as his fangs sank in deep. Heat burst inside her as the venom from his fangs entered her bloodstream. Then his slow, strong suctions increased the pleasure, stunning her with their intensity. He gripped her tighter, his fangs sinking in again to send more of those incredible surges through her, moaning when her blood slid down his throat. Every swallow sent delicious fire through his veins, bringing him to life and closer than he’d ever been to Victoria.

 

Good god, she hadn’t known it could feel like this! It had hurt the first time he had bitten her; well, until she’d passed out and nearly died. But this, this was different. Derrick propelled her mouth toward his, kissing her so hard all the feelings he’d failed to voice transformed into desire. A new frenzy of emotions exploded inside her as he shredded away the last of her clothing and went equally as quickly removing his own until his bare skin touched hers. 

Derrick lifted Victoria into his arms and slowly walked her backwards toward the bed. His body settled heavy on top of her and she stared up at him in wide-eyed wonder, preparing herself for what came next. Derrick’s lips moved down to her chest, teasing and licking her left nipple as he took it in his mouth. His thick cock pressed against her wet sex and she moaned in pleasure, shaking with anticipation. Desperately wanting to feel him, Victoria reached her hand down and squeezed his shaft. “Fuck, Victoria, I love your touch. Squeeze me harder,” he groaned as his mouth trailed over her throat.

She did as he asked before guiding him between her legs. A hiss escaped his throat as her warmth quickly enveloped him and Victoria felt the glorious burn of his thickness thrust. Even as he started to pull out, she gripped him with arms and legs to force him deeper, crying out when that roughly buried him all the way inside her. His lips kissed her cheek as he increased his pressure and speed. Victoria reached her hand back and grabbed his ass, bringing him harder against her. “Yes, Baby, show me how you like it,” Derrick grunted, moving deeper at her beckoning. 

Heat built in her core as his thrusts became more uncontrolled and she squeezed her inner muscles, tightening her body around him. The sound he made was worth it. Derrick slammed into her over and over again, pushing harder and faster. His size filled her to the point of pain, but she didn’t care. She arched against him and he began to move as if the passion boiling over in her was spilling out into him as well. Her blood was empowering him to a degree she didn’t know existed. Rolling her mouth over his, she kissed him hard, pushing the pain into his lips as she enjoyed the feel of his body on hers. The ache increased but so did the pleasure, until both made her scream so loud, Derrick paused and ripped his mouth away from hers. “Are you ok?” he asked, concern laced in the stony gaze of his steel-gray eyes.

“Yes. Don’t stop!”

“Victoria, I’m hurting you.”

“Please. I don’t care. Don’t stop.”

“I care,” he sighed. Leaning forward, he kissed her but didn’t move the way she wanted. He stayed buried deep while he began undulating his hips, his pelvis rubbing against her clit with an erotic caress. The fullness combined with the instant starbursts had her crying out against his mouth. Heat blossomed once again in her core. Desire maddened her. Each rub of his skin made her flesh over sensitized.

He continued the sensual rubbing while his hands moved over her until the rest of her nerve endings felt raw from pleasure. It was all too much. She lifted her hips to meet him, begging for more. Derrick moved faster, and felt her insides clench around him once more. “Mmm fuck, I love how your body grips me. Come for me, Baby,” he groaned. 

“Yes, Derrick, YES!” Victoria cried as her whole body tensed as pleasure wave after wave rolled through her that his kiss could not completely muffle.

She could barely think through the ecstasy. Running her hands over his back and ass, she reveled in the feel of his sleek skin over those hard slopes and ridges. Then her nails raked deep, feeling his shudder all through her as he pushed harder, driving himself to her depths again and again. A long moan tore from her as he started to move with unrestrained passion, his hips demanding the same pleasure that was cascading through her. Victoria came with a climax that seemed to go on forever as an incredible rapture pulsed through her core. 

The faster Derrick moved, the more she craved everything he was doing to her. His fingers moved between them and circled her clit, adding to the pressure that already had her screaming his name at the top of her lungs. His thrusting grew more powerful and his mouth moved back to her neck, but this time, she found herself moaning with pleasure, not pain. Victoria held him tighter as her body became aflame. Derrick continued humping into her, lapping up her blood. She felt the pressure building and knew she was on the brink of another mind-bending orgasm.

Weakened and on the verge of passing out Victoria fought desperately to return the dizzyingly intense sensations she felt. With all the energy she could muster, she tightened her inner muscles with all her strength and squeezed. Derrick gave a shout and Victoria relished in every one of the deep spasms that came next. After the last shudder left him, he fell against her as if his own body weight was suddenly too much for him to support.

Her body was on fire, her heart hammered in her chest. It felt as if thousands of little, electric currents were still rippling beneath her skin. Derrick finally lifted his head and balanced his weight on his arms. Slicing his thumb against a fang, he slid the droplets of blood over her wounds and smiled before leaning down to kiss her, savoring the taste of her lips. “Every time I think we’ve reached our peak it just keeps getting better. I love you, Victoria.” 

“I love you too, Derrick,” she sighed as she embraced him. Rolling to his back, Derrick brought Victoria with him. She quickly nestled into his arm, pillowing her head in the crook of his neck. “Do you feel any different? Like Manchester-ish?” she asked, closing her eyes as she waited on his answer.

“No. Nothing.”

“Does it feel different this time? Are you more in control?”

“So far, yes. I didn’t drink as much as last time. I was afraid of hurting you again.”

“Do you think that may be the key? If you concentrate on me; on our love you can drink from me and allow me to empower you without losing yourself?”

“Maybe. We’ll know more in a few days.” Victoria sighed before a big yawn drew Derrick’s gaze. “Get some rest, Baby. I’ll be fine. I promise.”