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  “Drink from me,” he instructed Damien, pulling him by his long hair away from the smooth clean neck of his human.

  Damien didn’t argue. He sunk his fangs into the hard neck of Raven and sucked loudly right in front of Abigail’s glazed eyes.

  That sent Damien off and he fucked Abi harder and harder to his own climax.

  Under Raven, Lillith was teetering on her own massive orgasm. Raven pulled her up by the waist just as Abi fell away from Damien.

  Abi watched as Damien positioned himself in front of Lillith and bared his neck for her obediently. Lillith sank into him with a hiss. The female vampire shuddered hard as she came around Raven and drank from Damien, sandwiched between the two sexy, ravenous vampires.

  Damien’s hands cupped her breasts as he ground his semi-erect cock against her stomach. Abi watched as Raven slid from her soaking wet pussy and glide easily into her ass. Lillith cried out, at first in the shock of pain but then in pleasure as Raven rocked inside of her. Damien positioned himself at the entrance of her pussy, and then right in rhythm he eased himself inside of her.

  Lillith couldn’t help but cry out as she was filled to the brim with two hard cocks. She glanced at Abi and wanted so badly to taste her virgin skin, but she couldn’t move an inch. Instead she just reveled in the feeling of being totally penetrated.

  Abi realized that Raven was watching her as he fucked Lillith. Her hand disappeared between her legs as she watched him slide easily in and out of the girl on his cock, but his eyes – his gaze – was fucking her instead.

  Her fingers slipped inside of her hungry cunt as she watched the lucky vampire being fucked by two rock hard cocks at the same time. She could feel them inside of her too, all of them. She watched his fangs drip over on his cheeks, and her neck throbbed where she anticipated one day he would sink them.

  Instead, he bit into Lillith, who jumped with a cry before she lost herself in another explosive climax. That was all it took before Abi herself was rocketing into another intense orgasm.

  All three sated vampires collapsed on the bed next to her, surrounding her, their breath, their hands, their bodies warming her.

  Her last conscious thought was that it was too dangerous to be turned on by their hedonistic ways... but it didn’t seem as though she had any say in the matter anymore.

  When she awoke sometime later in her own bed, unsure if it had been real or a dream, it unnerved her to think that she had wanted it to be real.

  Though she had no bite marks, something in her had definitely turned. She needed something more than what she had, she knew that now. And she would never stop until she was fulfilled.

  Chapter Eleven: Hunter

  “I don’t want you to go,” he said.

  She peered at his reflection in the bathroom mirror as she brushed her teeth. She spit, wiped her mouth and said, “It’s a little late for you to protect me, don’t you think?”

  He sighed as he watched her dress. “What can I say?” he quipped in an unmistakable, sexy southern drawl. “I thought I’d try being your white knight for a while.”

  She chuckled as she went over to where he stood, shirtless and beautiful. She ran her hands along his chiseled, tanned chest and lost herself in his bright blue eyes, slightly obscured by strands of his dark blond hair. “You always have been,” she assured him before she traced his four day old stubble with one finger. “And I’ve always loved you for it.”

  He kissed her then, tasting the mint on her full lips. He curved an arm around her waist and pulled her close, as close as he could get. He loved the feel of her soft curves against his rock hard body.

  There was a sexy glint in his eye as he pulled her back toward the bed, his hand slipping up her black t-shirt and easily releasing her bra. His mouth curved into that insufferable grin she’d found unable to resist years ago.

  “Distracting me won’t stop me from going,” she advised, but she didn’t protest as they fell together on the bed. She straddled him as he tore her shirt from her body. Her heavy breasts swayed in front of his hungry mouth.

  She gasped as his mouth found its target, and he rolled her over on her back. Strong male fingers undid the button on her jeans and eased the zipper down. She groaned as her hand grasped a handful of his long hair.

  The stubble of his beard tickled the soft ivory skin of her chest and stomach, but she did not giggle as she pulled him up for a scorching kiss. His mouth plundered hers, taking all the passion she had to give. Her nails carved into the taunt muscles of his back as her legs wrapped around his waist. Through his jeans, she felt how hard he had become. She ached for him.

  She pushed him back over on his back and her hands slid across the smooth terrain of his stomach. His hand was in her hair as he watched her caress his erection over the cool denim of his jeans. She placed loving little kisses along his chest and over his stomach as her hand reached into his pants to cup that which she burned to touch, to taste, to feel.

  His head tipped back when she eased his pants over his hips and released his rock hard shaft. The cool air was replaced by her hot breath as her red and black hair spilled over his thighs.

  He watched her full lips cover the head of his dick as she swallowed him in a slow, sweet motion. She took her time... she savored him. Her tongue danced along the silky smooth head of his cock and he thought he might just spontaneously combust if he didn’t fuck her soon.

  So he pushed her by the shoulders on her back as he fiercely ripped her jeans down, which caused her to gasp. But she was right there with him and kicked her pants free, then opened up for him.

  He crawled between her legs, feeling her warm body surround him as he slipped inside her. She was tight, wet and warm and he groaned as he buried himself as deep as he could. He wanted to disappear into everything she was.

  Their eyes locked as he thrust in and out of her; their intimacy was one of body and soul. Her hand was in his hair as it fell over his shoulders. She watched his face contort with his desire for her and she cried out for him.

  They were lost in their own world, whispers and moans. He loved to watch her eyes widen with each thrust, as he filled her in ways she couldn’t even articulate. It was as if he was made for her and she for him. They fit each other perfectly.

  She rolled him on his back and straddled him and clutched him deeper inside of her. His hands went to her full hips as he guided her up and down on his cock. She writhed against him, her movements fluid and languid like a cat. His hands slid up her bare back and around to her supple breasts and the smooth curve of her stomach. He loved everything about her.

  He sat up and kissed her, his hands in her hair. She groaned as he flipped her back on her back, his movements more urgent – his need tangible.

  She cried out as he fucked her harder and faster like she begged. She felt herself lose control and she screamed with each wave of indescribable pleasure. That was all it took for him to fall over the edge himself. He too cried out as he thrust himself deep inside of her and spent all his passion in an intense orgasm that took his very breath away.

  He collapsed on top of her and gasped for breath, his forehead against hers, his hands cupping her face.

  When he was able, his eyes met hers.

  “I don’t want you to go,” he repeated.

  “I know,” she whispered, fighting the tear that threatened to escape.

  But she slipped out from underneath him and went anyway.

  ***

  Sebastian moved like a zombie through the darkened halls and secret rooms that lay beyond his club. He could still feel her, he thought – though his mind was numb with pain. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her face.

  He swayed with the enormity of his grief and steadied himself against the hallway wall. Who had done such a horrible thing, he wondered again.

  When he heard the sobbing, he could have sworn it was his own. His dazed amber eyes peered into the dark recesses of the hallway. He heard it again; it was muffled but it was definitely
another person sobbing in one of the rooms.

  It was a woman.

  Sebastian ran over and threw open the door. Was it possible? Could it be?

  There, amidst dark blue velvet and black lace, was a tiny girl with black hair, smudged dark eyeliner and pale blue eyes.

  His brow knit with confusion. “Who are you?”

  “Pixie,” she managed in between hiccuping sobs. Her fearful eyes were wide under tangled wisps of hair. “Who are you?”

  “My name is Sebastian,” he said. His shoulders drooped with his disappointment but he couldn’t bring himself to leave this frightened girl all alone. He stepped inside the door but kept a safe distance between them, to prevent scaring her anymore. “How did you get here?”

  She shook her head before wincing in pain. Her hand slipped up to her neck, which bore two hungry puncture marks. She gasped and then reached for the other side of her neck, only to find identical marks. “Oh my God,” she whispered.

  Sebastian approached her slowly. “Do you remember what happened?” he asked. It was a moot question. He could feel her apprehension tangle with her dismay. She didn’t move away as he sat next to her on the bed. He reached out a large, gentle hand to capture her tear when she nodded.

  She didn’t know why his touch was familiar. When he opened his arms to her, she didn’t resist. She climbed into his lap like a child, even though she’d lived to see her second decade. His presence enveloped her and for some inexplicable reason she felt safe. She felt loved.

  He rocked her as she tried to wrap her mind around her new existence. “What do I do now?” she whispered, and somehow knew this ebony god would be able to answer her question.

  “You feed,” he replied in a low voice, his hand in her hair.

  Her eyes swallowed her face whole as she stared up at him. “How?”

  “Do what feels natural to you,” he suggested.

  She nodded as she stared at his full, seductive mouth. She bent forward and kissed him tentatively, slight open-mouthed kisses that felt like butterfly wings against his lips. He groaned into her mouth, which made her braver. Her tongue traced the fullness of his lips before it slipped inside to explore the recesses of his mouth.

  His hands went to her narrow waist as she straddled him. She felt him hard beneath her and suddenly she hungered for him in a way she’d never before experienced. Her arms wrapped around his neck as she arched against him and kissed him harder.

  His large hands spread against her small back as he pressed her into him. He felt her spirit rise and her aura explode all around him. There would be no fangs with this one, he realized. She was a psychic vampire – like him.

  She was the being his power with Sonja had created.

  And he loved her. Instantly, he loved her.

  He laid her back on the bed gently, his hand touching her face, his whispers lost in her mouth. Their energies fused together in an electric kaleidoscope of color. Her tiny hands pushed away his clothing as he gently disrobed her. Without ever breaking their kiss, they were naked against each other, the yin to the other’s yang. He was dark, she was light. He was large, she was petite. He was older, wizened and seasoned, she was born anew. There were different, but the same.

  When she felt his thick cock against her leg, she whimpered into his mouth. She needed him to fill her, to complete her. The hunger that had awakened her was stronger than she’d ever experienced. Every need was exaggerated, all her senses were heightened. But he knew she needed more preparation. His hand slipped between their bodies to seek out her engorged clitoris. She gasped as he found it, his fingers feather light as they moved rapidly against her. She bucked against his hand and opened her legs to scissor cut around his waist. He fondled her to her first orgasm before he even thought about fitting himself inside of her, simply because he was so hard he thought he might tear her in two.

  When he finally did position the thick head of his cock against her quivering pussy, she was deliriously begging him to fuck her. He eased himself inside her tight cunt, slowly opening her up to him. It caused her to come again, harder, her spasming pussy clutching him in deeper inside of her.

  Gently he rocked in and out of her as he molded her to him. Every luscious bit of her sweet, tight hole reconstructed to fit his exact length and width. He drove her crazy with his slow lovemaking. No matter how many times she came, she knew there was more. There to be more. She was so hungry, so famished, for more.

  “Do I … feed now?” she asked.

  “Whenever you’re ready,” he told her.

  “Do I … bite you?” she asked again, her eyes wide.

  “What do you hunger for?” he whispered.

  Her eyes closed as she searched her soul. What did she need? What would satisfy her newly awakened appetite? “You,” she whispered back.

  “What about me?” he prodded.

  “I want you to come,” she whispered. “I need you to give yourself to me. Drain yourself inside of me. All of it.”

  “Yes,” he replied as he lay on his back and pulled her on top of him.

  Like a tigress she rode him, bouncing on top of his raging erection. He grunted and groaned as he watched that pretty pink pussy dance along his dark meat, driving him to distraction as she fucked him like an animal. His aura rose from his body, thick and sweet like molasses, and as it hit her senses she thrashed on top of him in the most intense pleasure she had yet to experience. With one final thrust up inside of her their union exploded in a brilliant flash.

  She fell against him as he sucked all her beautiful energy from her body. She could barely keep her eyes open as she snuggled into the crook of his arm. “I love you, Sebastian,” she said, and knew, though it made no sense, that she meant it.

  “I love you, too,” he whispered to the enchantress at his side, his final gift from Sonja.

  Out in the club, the party and resumed, though the crowd was considerably smaller than before. Sonja’s demise had demonstrated that vampires were vulnerable to this killer as well, and several weaker ones had already found other places to haunt.

  Gina tended bar with her eyes on the door. She wasn’t sure who she expected to see; but she knew that she had to keep her eyes, and her mind, open. When she caught sight of Raven’s long, dark hair, she wasn’t surprised. Somehow she knew he wouldn’t allow anyone to scare him, especially a bloodthirsty cohort of the night. She smiled to herself as she reached for the bottle of water she knew he’d order.

  That smile quickly faded as she rose up to find none other than her sister, Abigail Mandrake, at his side at the bar.

  “Gina!” Abi gasped. She had never expected to see her again, much less at this bar. Gina gulped but said nothing. Raven silently observed their exchange. “What are you doing here?” Abi asked.

  “Tending bar,” was the quipped reply.

  “I can see that,” Abi said, her dander starting to rise. “But why here?”

  Gina just shrugged. “Why are you here?”

  Abi sent a glance over to Raven. It was difficult to explain. If she felt like she had to … which, aggravatingly enough, she did. Gina’s eyes followed Abi’s only to find Raven staring at her with renewed interest. “Never mind,” Gina said as she turned to leave.

  Raven grabbed her by the wrist, which sent the same electrical shock throughout his body. “Don’t go,” he stated in a low voice, before he added the powerfully seductive, “Gina.” He turned to Abi. “Why don’t you introduce me to your friend, Abigail?”

  Abi gave her a pointed glare. “She’s not my friend. She’s my sister.”

  Raven let her go. “Sister?” he repeated. “How interesting.”

  Gina escaped to the other end of the bar to tend to another customer. Raven glanced down at his hand, which was bright red. “Very interesting, indeed.”

  Abi’s eyes followed his. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

  He just smiled as he pulled her close. “It’s not touching you.”

  Though he kissed Abigail fu
ll on the mouth, through one partially opened eye he saw Gina watching them. For reasons unknown to him, that sent a powerful volt through his loins. Who were these women? And what exactly were they doing to him?

  He glanced at Abigail who stood close to him. Despite the spontaneous orgy at Lillith’s haven the night before, Abigail had not yet given herself to him. He had forgotten exactly whose idea that had been, his to keep her safe, or hers to keep her whole.

  Either way, she knew she was safest at his side; she was far too deeply involved to get out now. So he had obliged her request to return to the club, even though he still wasn’t entirely sure he should.

  But at the end of the day he was a vampire, and he wasn’t in the habit of denying himself the things he truly wanted. And heaven help him, he still wanted Abigail.

  At least, that was what he told himself for the weeks he’d spent pining over a mysterious redhead who had vanished into the night before he could inhale her scent like a fine wine. Raven glanced back at Gina, whose familiar face suddenly made sense. Had she the same colored hair he could have easily mistaken her for Abi’s twin – sharing that face that bore into his conscious the minute he first laid eyes on them. He watched as she sipped from her own bottle of water and quickly tried to look away.

  “Let’s go to the back,” Abigail suggested. She wanted – needed – to return to the room where she’d been attacked. It was the only way she could find a clue as to what this Creature was and why it wanted her.

  Raven liked the sound of that so he agreed and they stepped away from the bar right into the path of a tall, powerful man with long, blond hair and steely blue eyes.

  Abigail gasped when she saw him.

  “Hunter!”

  He cracked his famously lopsided grin. “Abigail,” he responded. He glanced back at Raven. “Who’s your friend?”

  Raven sized up the other man before reaching out a hand. “Raven Crowe.”

  Hunter glanced down at the offered hand. “Sorry,” he murmured with a smile. “I’m a germaphobe.”