Raven Walks Page 17

  Abi had to smile. The physical evidence of what she was doing to him showed in his tense muscles and the stiffening in his loose-fitting jeans. “What’s the matter, Hunter? I don’t have anything you haven’t seen before.”

  He gritted his teeth. “Weren’t your vampires enough for you?” he asked, referring to the fresh wounds on either side of her neck.

  She moved toward him. “There’s only been one who has been man enough for me,” she told him as she touched his arm.

  He brushed her away. “Aren’t we past this, Abigail?”

  She brushed her hand against the bulge in his jeans. “You tell me.”

  He growled in his throat as he tried to curb his growing desire. “It’s not going to work on me,” he told her resolutely. “I’m not ruled by my desire like your vampire lovers are.”

  She finally bent to retrieve the towel. “Then why are you here, Hunter?”

  “You know why,” he said quietly.

  She nodded. “Ah yes. Gina.”

  He came up to her, a breath away. His eyes softened as he stared into her face, and then gently he touched the wound on her neck. “Not just Gina,” he admitted close enough to kiss her if she wanted.

  And God help her, she did.

  Her lip quivered. “Go to your wife,” she whispered. “I’m a lost cause, Hunter. I always have been.”

  His other hand slipped up to touch the other side of her face. “Not to me,” he told her softly, and then finally bent forward to touch his lips to hers. Her tears finally squeezed through her closed eyes and landed on his hands.

  His arms wrapped around her and held her tight to him as he covered her mouth with his own. Slow opened mouth kisses savored her lips as he lifted her up against him. He felt the heat rise from her body as the towel slipped and fell to her waist.

  Her arms locked around his neck as she took charge of the kiss and thrust her tongue in between his lips. He groaned against her as one hand grasped a handful of her hair, and the other hand went to cup her ass and press her up against him.

  He broke the kiss long enough to mutter against her lips, “Woman, what are you doing to me?”

  “I don’t know,” she admitted. “Should I stop?”

  “Yes,” he said, but didn’t make a move to let her go.

  She felt his body grow hard against her and it recalled every passionate night they ever spent wrapped in each other’s arms. How he’d make her scream, or how she’d brought him to his knees with nothing more than a look in those amazing eyes. And here they were again, as if they’d never been apart.

  Yet everything had changed.

  She was in love with a vampire and one orgasm away from giving herself up to the realm of the undead forever, and he had pledged himself to her sister. Not to mention they were all pooling their efforts to fight a blood thirsty creature to save everyone from certain, violent death.

  This could be the very last opportunity they had to steal a moment from the past. Neither of them seemed eager to allow it to pass by.

  Instead she bent forward the half an inch to kiss him again, and with a groan he tore away the towel from her body and lifted her up to straddle his body.

  He slammed her up against the tile wall of the bathroom and fumbled with the zipper to his jeans. She rained kisses along his neck and face and mouth as he roughly pushed the material of his underwear away and released his aching erection. Without any ceremony he shoved himself up inside of her, and she rewarded him with a passionate cry.

  He held up her knees with his hands as he drove into her where she laid flush up against the wall. With each thrust he punished both of them for their lack of self-control. But the rougher he got, the more turned on she was. This was what she deserved she thought as his mouth clamped over her sensitive breast. She grabbed a handful of his hair and begged him for more.

  The closer she got to her orgasm the more she needed his mouth on her neck, his mouth covering the wounds that pulsated with need. “Suck me,” she begged in a breathless whisper.

  “No,” he told her.

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  So he bent forward and he covered both of the wounds on one side of her neck with his warm mouth. He ran his tongue gently over the puncture marks and she clawed at his back desperate for more. “Do it!” she cried out, on the verge of her massive climax.

  Gently he sucked the tender, raw area of her neck until it sent her spiraling off into the stratosphere. She screamed in pleasure as she bucked against him.

  He broke away from her neck and stared into her face as he rode her hard through her orgasm. Her eyes were wide as he filled her with his throbbing, probing cock, and she screamed out his name as his face grimaced with the force of his own orgasm as it built to a mind-blowing crescendo.

  “Come for me,” she begged. “Come in me, Hunter!”

  He growled deep in his throat as his thrusting reached a frantic pace, and he cried out and spent himself inside of her.

  He held her pinned up against the wall as he gasped for breath, his heart thundering against her chest. He strong, beating heart – proof that he was a living being in her arms. Everything he had done to her was life, from his kiss to his cum. Even his sucking her neck hadn’t stolen anything from her, but given something to her.

  Her arms linked around his neck as she held his warm body near.

  How close she had come to never feeling this again, replacing sex for pleasure with sex for survival.

  Together they slid down the wall until he was in his knees and her legs were locked around his hips. Though he had softened he hadn’t slipped free, and she loved how he felt inside of her. She squeezed him with her tight pussy, and he groaned against her neck. “You’re insatiable, Red,” he told her, and her heart warmed from his familiar term of endearment.

  “Some things never change,” she said with a grin. As she stared into his eyes, it was all the more true. This time when she kissed him it was soft and loving, and he barely thought of Gina at all when he responded to her kiss.

  She rocked against him slowly, and was rewarded by feeling him rise from a semi-hard state inside of her. His hands slid down her bare back and over her hips, cupping her closer to him as he gyrated slightly against her.

  His lips traveled from her mouth to her ear and then back down her neck. The hot breath against the raw wounds made her gasp as she clutched him tighter inside of her. “I wish I could heal you,” he whispered against her neck.

  She tipped his face up to meet hers. “You are,” she said and then kissed him again, a slow deep kiss that any outsider could tell was pure love.

  And as Gina watched from the crack of the bathroom door, she knew there was no denying the connection between her sister and Hunter. She watched as Hunter slid Abi on the floor and cradled her in his arms as he began making love to her for a second time – this time slow and easy as they rediscovered each other amidst kisses and hands that knew just where to explore.

  Her heart ached to see the look on Hunter’s face as he traced his strong fingers along Abi’s delicate skin, fingers that just the night before had explored her body with declarations of love she knew he could no longer honor.

  He kissed Abi with the tenderness he had promised would be hers, and she felt her heart crack in two as her sister wrapped her legs around him and he pushed further on top of her. Unlike the raw passion of the first time, something Gina had come in on much to her surprise but had been too stunned to turn away, their lovemaking now was slow and deliberate as they savored every single sensation. Every kiss, every touch, every stroke.

  Though she wanted to run far away, Gina’s feet seemed rooted to the floor. She watched Hunter’s hands run the length of Abi’s body, and when his fingers paused over the wounds on her sister’s neck a tear slipped from Gina’s cheek.

  As much as it hurt to know Hunter had chosen her, at least she was alive still to be chosen.

  And wasn’t that why they were here? The purpose for their very existe
nce?

  She thought of how she had pined for Stephen last night while Hunter slept, their bed still mussed from their own lovemaking just hours before.

  The truth was she had cheated on Hunter many times, in thought if not in deed.

  And her betrayal was far worse, because she longed for that which they were bound to destroy.

  So she looked on as punishment for her sin, deserving every single crack in her heart with every stroke of Hunter’s body into Abi’s.

  As his tempo increased with their urgency, tears coursed down Gina’s face. She heard their moans and their whispered words and each felt like a dagger into her chest. Had they proclaimed their love to one another, Gina was certain her heart would have literally exploded.

  And as her whole soul ached from watching them together, Gina sort of wish it would have.

  But Gina stayed where she was as Hunter fucked Abi harder and more ardently. Abi cried out as another powerful orgasm overtook her, and Hunter responded by grunting his way to his own climax and spilling himself inside of her yet another time.

  Gina waited only briefly for the remorse that seemed never to come, and as Abi and Hunter kissed deeply she understood instantly she had been replaced.

  Probably from the moment Hunter first slept with Abi all those years ago.

  So this was it, Gina thought to herself.

  She truly was alone.

  Her sobbed hitched in her throat, and that was when Hunter finally glanced toward the door. The minute he saw her tear-stained face, he scrambled away from Abi and sprinted toward the door, still hard from their lovemaking.

  Abi grabbed for the towel and followed as Hunter chased Gina down the hall. “Gina!” he cried out. “Gina... baby, I’m sorry!”

  “Gina!” Abi chimed in, as suddenly filled with regret as the man she had just made love to. But it wasn’t the sex she regretted. She knew that Hunter had very well saved her life by showing her how to love again instead of the dance with death she had attempted with the vampires who had tempted her so.

  And somehow she knew that Hunter didn’t regret being with her either.

  It was the pain they both saw in Gina’s face that prompted them to chase her, both still naked, down the hall.

  “Gina, please!” he cried out as Gina flew through the door and out on the grounds. Both Abi and Hunter stopped at the door and watched helplessly as she sprinted across the lawn and headed for the obscure road that would take her back to town.

  A road that, now that she was alone, put her at greatest risk for the deadly dreaded Creature.

  She was now vulnerable and by herself, and she didn’t give a damn.

  Chapter Nineteen: Demetri

  Abi watched on, silently wringing her hands while Hunter tugged on his boots. “I’m sure she’ll be back,” she said, but even she wasn’t convinced.

  “If you think that, then you really don’t know your sister,” he said as he grabbed a shirt from the bed he had just hours before shared with Gina. He felt sick that he’d hurt her like he did – for the second time.

  “Then I’m coming with you,” Abi decided.

  He glanced where she stood, wrapped in a robe. “You’re safer here,” he curtly replied as he turned away.

  “With a couple of vampires that are dead during the daylight hours?”

  He brushed past her. “Look at it this way,” he said, “the Creature is just as dead. You’re safe until the sun sets.”

  She grabbed his arm. “Will you be back by then?”

  His eyes were steely blue as he stared down into her face. Her eyes glistened and he could clearly tell she was terrified. The one thing that their frolicking had proven was that she realized how close she’d come to willingly giving herself over to the undead. He had saved her, and she was petrified of facing the vampires who clearly had a hold on her without him there to pull her back from the brink.

  She knew she wasn’t that strong.

  Gina clearly was.

  “I don’t know,” he told her honestly. Her lip quivered. “I’ll try,” he promised in a low voice before he turned and headed out the door.

  He berated himself over and over again as he hopped aboard his motorcycle. What had he done? How could he have made the same mistake twice? He still remembered the first time Gina walked in on he and Abi in the throes of passion – the night she returned for her father’s funeral and found them naked and in each other’s arms in Abi’s room in their family home.

  There had been no excuses to give. There was no way he’d have insulted her intelligence. He really had been comforting Abi and it had gone farther than he had intended, but that was just the way things were when he got anywhere near Abi. He needed her. And even seeing the woman he had loved from his freshman year wasn’t enough to chase those feelings away.

  Instead it had chased Gina away – back to Europe and into the arms of the most dangerous rebound guy she could have possibly found. A vampire long dead, who wanted nothing more than to ensure Gina was with him forever.

  Worse, Gina seemed perfectly okay with the idea.

  The thought still made Hunter shudder at how close she had come.

  He supposed it was karma to find her making love to Stephen the night he had gone to apologize and beg for a second chance.

  He managed to step into the room at the exact moment Stephen was going to sink his long, sharp fangs into her sweet-smelling, virgin neck.

  Hunter had rushed the monster and tore him off of Gina, and the vampire reacted accordingly. He flung Hunter up against the wall and nearly knocked him unconscious from the force of the blow. All Hunter could remember was peering out of barely opened eyes as Gina rushed to his side, naked and blurry and scared.

  Who saved who remained a mystery. All he knew was how she looked when she told Hunter that she was in love with Stephen, and no matter what he did or didn’t do she planned to follow him where ever he would go... even if that meant to the grave.

  Hunter sped along the dirt road, racing for town, scouring the swamp land around the road for any sign of red hair.

  He had worked hard to regain her trust so that he could save her from that evil, cursed fate. How was he ever going to make it right again? He did the one thing to the one person that would have severed their bond forever.

  And he knew it when he took Abi in his arms that morning.

  It was a bitch loving two sisters, especially when he was addicted to one of them.

  He had naively thought he could return to New Orleans and face Abi again without losing his composure. But he knew from the first time he looked at her face in that club it was a losing battle.

  That was the real reason he told her that he and Gina were married. He’d hope it would be the barrier she needed to keep far away.

  He should have known that the way he felt when she was near Raven or Constantine, he was fooling no one.

  But he made love to Gina last night anyway, knowing that Abi was fucking two vampires just a few rooms away. If she noticed that he was more desperate, more demanding, more forceful, she never said anything.

  He had to prove to himself yet again that he had chosen the right sister. But the harder he fucked Gina, the more he saw Abi’s face.

  When he had thrown Abi against the wall that morning he was doing it to punish them both for a lust they could neither deny.

  But when they made love on the floor, it was gentle and it was sweet... and it was everything he had wanted for more years than he could remember. He knew as he did it that he would have to face Gina and tell her the truth, but he was hoping to put that off until after they had killed the Creature.

  He was terrified that she would run off and do something self-destructive.

  Like give herself to a vampire.

  Fortunately she had been drinking holy water for enough years that any that dared to touch her would find much more than a conquest. With any luck their skin would peel from their bones and their bones would then turn to ash.

  That
was their theory anyway – they had never put it in practice. It was the idea of a man named Walter, who had saved them both from vampire clutches and taught them to become hunters.

  It was also Walter who told Hunter to follow his heart to Gina, that she needed to be loved by someone who would never let her down. It was the only way to purge her vampire lover from her heart for good.

  Walter would strangle Hunter for what he had done, especially knowing that Gina had run off into the swamp with a shattered heart, heading straight for a Creature unlike any that they’d ever dealt with before.

  She couldn’t charm this Creature, couldn’t use her feminine wiles like she had done in the past. It only wanted to destroy anything and anyone who had anything to do with Raven.

  After that electrifying kiss at the club, she had painted a huge target on her head.

  It was evident that Raven wanted her, proven by the way he wouldn’t let her go even when it physically hurt him to hold on.

  Hunter gulped down a throat full of regret when he realized Raven had sacrificed more than Hunter had been willing to.

  Worse, Hunter was painfully aware that Gina had never fully gotten over Stephen. For Raven to show her that kind of determination to be with her must have been intoxicating to a woman who had only found that once before.

  And it wasn’t with Hunter.

  His lips set into a firm, thin line as he raced along the country road, praying to find Gina before any other vampires did.

  ***

  Abi watched the sun set from the veranda facing the back of Raven’s plantation. It peaked through the drooping arms of the sleepy willow tree until it finally sunk somewhere in the swamp. A tear slipped down Abi’s face when she realized that Hunter had not yet returned.

  The love she had felt just this morning deflated just like a balloon. The wind picked up as darkness fell in shadows around the old plantation, and Abi quickly retreated within the safety of the house and locked the door behind her.