Page 73 of Scout’s Honor

Dallas stood stock still with his head down and his senses alert, sussing out if there were any vampires left anywhere. There didn’t seem to be. The meadow still glowed with blue and green light from the shifters and switches milling about, but was subdued.

Near him, Bonhi kicked at a rapidly decomposing vampire carcass, then circled a bush, shaking the branches.

Aven flew in too close to her, and she swung her knife at him. He jumped back, shifting to a man and laughing. He grabbed Dakota by the hand and pulled her into the forest saying, “Let’s go this way, sexy switchy. Maybe there’s more vampires over here.”

Goldilocks rode off on the bear’s back, waving madly at Bonhi, shouting, “Come by Resperanza soon!”

Bonhi didn’t seem to hear. She held up her knife and strode down a forest trail saying, “Olly olly oxen free, come out come out wherever you are…”

Dallas grabbed her wrist and swung her back around toward the cabin. “It’s over, Bonhi, you did it, you won. We kept the bottle safe and chased the vampires off.”

“Oh no, they’re around here somewhere,” she whispered, peering in the foliage. “I have two very special vampires to kill. Two Count Chocula motherfuckers.” She pulled away from him and took off down a game trail. Dallas followed, wondering what he was supposed to do now.

Fuck it. He caught her around the elbow and gently disarmed her, slipping her knife into his pocket, then he bent and caught his switch around her hips, picking her up in an fireman’s carry.

“Dallas!” she shouted, beating at his back with her fists. It felt like a massage.

“The vampires ran, Bonbon,” he said. “You scared them off with your savagery. We’ll have to sneak up on them next time.”

She arched her back and pushed at him, making it as hard as possible to carry her.

“Where are you taking me?” she screeched.

“Somewhere that you can work out your aggressions.”

She stilled. He carried her to the cabin. The door stood open for them, and a fire blazed cozily in the wood cook stove. He put her on the front stoop, then swooped her up again in a bridal carry.

“Bonhi Bon Bonbon, will you do me the great pleasure of becoming my wife?” he asked, stepping over the threshold with her in his arms. The door swung shut behind him. “I promise to always hunt vampires with you. I promise to always support your hopes, your dreams, and your career. I promise to treat you as both the lady and the savage witch that you are, and I promise to get you a pretty ring when our lives aren’t in danger.”

Bonhi stared him in the eye, breathing heavily, her hands locked around his neck. She nodded, but seemed unable to speak, heightened emotion locking her throat.

He took her to the bed and lowered her gently onto pink pillows that turned blue the moment she touched them. He jumped as high as he could and came down with knees and hands on the sides of her. She bounced and smiled at him, then grabbed him around the neck and pulled herself against him for a rough kiss, ripping at his clothes and biting at his lips.

His cock hardened like stone, but he ducked away, grinning. “Hold on a sec, wouldn’t want anyone to get hurt.” He removed Bonhi’s knife from his pocket and placed it on the table. Bonhi got up and tackled him, trying to pull him to the bed. He tumbled onto it, pulling her down with him, her ocean air scent engulfing him.

“Bonbon,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck.

“Dallas,” she moaned, “Fuck me before I-I—”

Dallas met her mouth with a rough kiss, freeing his belt, button and zipper with one hand, then pulling his pants off. “Before you what? Tell me.”

“Before I mark you up,” she said, biting him on the arm.

“Ow, Bonhi,” he said, grabbing her loose hair in his fist, tugging her head back. She smiled and didn’t fight him. Dallas ripped off his boxers and forced her hand to his hard cock. “Is this what you need?” he rumbled directly against her ear.

“Yes,” she panted, fumbling with her clothing, getting it all off as quickly as possible, then returning her hand to his. He wrapped it around his cock and she grasped it eagerly, jerking him off roughly.

“Uh, Bonbon, take it easy on me, I’m not a vampire,” he purred, covering her hand with his, slowing he strokes.

“Good thing,” she whispered savagely. “Or I’d stab you with the pretty knife my boyfriend made for me.”

“Your fiancé,” he growled.

“Right, my fiancé. He’s big and strong and good with his hands.”

She climbed on top of him and maneuvered his cock right where she wanted it, then dropped down onto him slowly, until he was halfway inside her. He grabbed her arms and stilled her, reveling in the silky feel of her body on his.

He shook his head, eyes closed, jaw tight against the urge to come, biting out words. “You feel amazing, so fucking soft and wet. This is going to be over way too soon.”