Raven Walks (20 page)

They all crashed into a guest room decorated
in blue satin and black lace, a tangle of arms, lips, hair and
skin. There was no more discussion on what was right or wrong, good
or bad – there was just blatant, raw, animal need. Constantine
ripped off his shirt before he lifted Abi up by the waist and
thrust her up on the four poster bed.

He was quick to follow, crashing down on her
with fevered kisses and hands that didn’t miss an inch of her
already exposed skin, as her tiny halter dress left little to the
imagination.

Raven was slower to follow, stripping
casually as he watched their passionate embrace. He felt every
touch, every kiss. Adding to that the voyeur experience of looking
on made it more deliciously erotic.

Abi pushed Constantine on his back and
straddled him, running her fingers along his bare chest and up into
his long, silky hair. From behind she felt Raven as he knelt on the
bed beside them, his hand in her hair, cupping her head as he
guided her mouth down across Constantine’s shimmering skin. Her
tongue burned tiny circles across his chest, over each nipple,
across his ribcage and down over his trembling stomach.

Her fingers deftly unbuttoned Constantine’s
pants and his huge member strained up to meet her full lips. Her
tongue slithered up the hardening shaft and danced across the
satiny head. He gasped from the contact of her breath against him,
and Raven’s hand grasped her hair. “Take it,” Raven commanded.

She needed no further urging. Her mouth
covered Constantine’s hard cock and slid down to take as much as
she possibly could into her throat. Raven, who had unbuttoned his
own pants before he knelt on the bed, grasped his own hard cock and
jerked off slowly, savoring the sensation of her mouth on his skin
through Constantine.

Her bright red hair fell over his thighs and
through Raven’s clenched fingers. She licked, she tasted, she
savored and celebrated his cock with slow strokes, alternately
sucking and slithering her tongue all around his stiff dick.
Constantine’s hand disappeared between her creamy white thighs,
slipping easily around her pussy, dripping wet with her own desire
for the two men whose bed she shared. They were like a drug, and
she was hopelessly addicted, even though she knew that each and
every encounter threatened her very life. She was willing to give
it all, just for one taste, to solve the mystery of what she
needed, and wanted, at last.

He gently teased her hard clitoris with his
fingertip, slow at first, but increasing in pace with the rhythm of
her mouth on his cock. Raven responded in kind, stroking himself
faster as he watched her grind against Constantine’s fingers.

The more of him she got in her mouth, the
more urgent Constantine’s fingers on her cunt. When she reached the
base, taking the whole thing deep into her mouth, he inserted two
fingers deep inside her and caused her to groan against his
skin.

Raven urged her to go faster, to virtually
fuck Constantine with her mouth while he in return fucked her with
his fingers. Raven’s head tipped back, spilling his long black hair
across his lean, muscled, bare back, as he furiously jacked off to
the once removed sensations that still felt as intense as if he was
being blown by or finger fucking Abi himself.

Just as everyone was racing toward their
first mind-blowing orgasm, Constantine withdrew his fingers and
slid himself from her mouth. He lifted her up on her knees to face
Raven. Now with Constantine’s hand in her hair, she began her
intimate journey across Raven’s body at his neck.

Constantine positioned himself behind her,
and slid his free hand down in between her legs to resume his
torturous teasing while she kissed her way down Raven’s rock hard
body. She barely hesitated as she dove down on his cock, sucking
Raven inside of her mouth while Constantine mimicked her actions
with his fingers in her pussy.

Constantine watched as Raven stroked himself
in and out of her mouth, and he could not hold back anymore. He
used both hands to push the fabric of her dress over her hips, and
used both knees to spread her legs wide so that he could mount her
from behind.

The minute he shoved himself deep inside of
her quivering cunt, Abi grunted against Raven’s thick cock shoved
deep inside of her throat. Raven cupped her face in his hand as he
fucked her mouth in the same rhythm that Constantine fucked her
pussy. She lost control and bucked against Constantine with the
force of her orgasm.

Effortlessly Constantine lifted her up into
his arms. She was still cumming the minute Constantine thrust her
right down on Raven’s hard cock, which caused her to cry out.

Though he had felt the sensations through
Constantine, to feel her tight, hot pussy all around him was
mind-boggling. He had dreamed of this moment from the very first
moment he saw her, and now he was here, fucking her with a raw
intensity that normally scared his partners – but one that Abi
encouraged. His fingers dug into the soft skin of her ass as he
drove inside of her with an urgency he hadn’t felt in a very long
time. He couldn’t get close enough or deep enough, and all he
wanted to do was to keep her cumming until she was ready to pass
out from pleasure.

Still slick from her well lubricated pussy,
Constantine positioned himself right against her tight asshole. She
shook her head, but only slightly, as she was reeling from the
pleasure of Raven’s fucking her faster and harder.

Constantine gently pushed the head of his
cock into her ass, which prompted her to cry out again. She had a
full body shudder that encouraged him in even further. While Raven
was pumping into her, Constantine took his time, sliding in,
opening her up to him, until he was balls deep inside of her.

She was completely filled with vampire cock.
She thought she’d black out from the pleasure they were giving her,
but even as good as it felt it still wasn’t enough. There was still
something she needed more than she needed to breathe.

She bared her neck.

Raven’s eyes burned red as his fangs grew,
and though he wanted to resist he found himself unable to once he
stared down at the clean side of her neck. He felt her pussy clutch
at him, begging him, urging him for more. He bent forward and put
his mouth on her neck, scraping his fangs against the virgin
skin.

Constantine lifted her hair from the side of
her neck he’d already marked. He mirrored Raven’s actions by
licking the skin and teasing her with the sharp tips of his own
fangs.

From the cocks plunged in both her pussy and
ass, to the dangerous mouths that circled her veins, she couldn’t
take it any longer. If the choice was hers, she was going to make
it. “Please!” she begged breathlessly.

Simultaneously four fangs penetrated her
skin. Abi came harder and longer than she had ever come in her
life, and the more blood they sucked the more exquisite the
pleasure.

Both vampires lost themselves in their own
passion, and with raw animal power they drove themselves to the
brink and beyond … each cumming inside of her while they felt her
blood pour down their throats.

Only when she started to slump against them
did they regain their senses. Surprisingly, Constantine was the
first to break his hold on her and stumble away. Raven was quick to
follow, easing the pale, unconscious woman on the bed and checking
her pulse to see how far they’d gone.

It was weak, but a pulse was there.

Raven collapsed on the bed next to
Constantine as they both tried to catch their breath. “She’s
alive.”

Constantine sighed. “For now.”

Raven said nothing, but his thoughts mirrored
Constantine’s. No matter how hard they tried, Abi would likely die
in the arms of a vampire.

The only question was if she’d awake a
vampire or be torn apart by a Creature determined to steal all of
those Raven had marked.

Raven stood on his terrace, watching how the
moonlight glinted off of the pond behind his property. He sipped
whiskey on the rocks, something strong to ease his troubled mind.
Inside his home were those he had to protect, and he didn’t even
know why. For someone who had made it a point not to get close to
anyone, he’d let entirely too many people near.

He sighed before he brought the crystal glass
up to his lips and let the rest of the amber liquid burn down his
throat. It was because of that nearness they were all at risk.
There was Abi, a human who teetered precariously between the world
of the living and the world of the damned. Despite their better
intentions, Raven now knew neither he nor Constantine had the
willpower any longer to resist taking her that final inch over to
immortality. To complicate matters, he had allowed a couple of
hunters into his secret lair. A couple of hunters who, a scant
hundred years ago, he would have eliminated the moment he realized
they posed any threat. And last but not least a vampire whom he had
regretted turning from almost the moment he had done it; a
continual thorn in his side for longer than he cared to
remember.

They were all his to protect now.

How did that happen?

“Are you all right?” a female voice asked
from behind, and Raven turned to see Gina standing there, in
loose-fitting pajama bottoms and an old concert T-shirt that clung
to her body like a second skin. “Peachy,” he quipped. “For a dead
guy.” He brushed past her and headed back to the bar to pour
himself another drink. “Can I get you something?”

She joined him and pulled another crystal
glass from the shelf. “Make it a double.”

He smirked as he filled her glass. “No
Vampire-B-Gone? Are you sure you can trust me?”

“Yes.”

It was stated simply, and Raven glanced up
into her endless green eyes. “That’s what your sister thought. Now
she’s upstairs sleeping off four holes on her neck.”

He went over to sit on his sofa. Gina took a
sip before she followed. “I’m not my sister.”

His eyes bored into hers. “I’m well
aware.”

His body still tingled at the thought of
their kiss, a kiss that was doomed to destroy him had they not
broken apart.

Death by a kiss
, he thought. What a
fitting way to go. If they had sex, he might just explode in more
ways than one.

“So what are you doing up, Gina?” he asked.
“I thought you’d be in bed with your husband.”

She tucked her foot under her knee as she
perched on a nearby chair. “Hunter is not my husband,” she
admitted. Raven raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question. “He said
that hoping it’d keep Abi away from the club and away from the
Creature. We have a lot of history,” she confided.

“I know,” he told her bluntly. “Jealous
sister, ditched boyfriend. Classic somebody done somebody wrong
song.”

She nodded and took another drink.

“So who is Hunter to you now?”

“My partner,” she answered almost absently.
“When he showed up in Europe, I was … well I wasn’t in the best
situation. He got me out of it. He’s stayed by my side ever
since.”

“So you owe him?”

“No,” she rejected immediately. “I love
Hunter.”

“But...?”

She sighed. “I don’t know. But nothing, I
guess. I just don’t think in terms of forever anymore.”

He just laughed. “You mortals. As if you
could think in terms of forever anyway.”

She nodded. That was exactly the point. As
vampire hunters they walked the line between life or death
constantly, and it wasn’t fair to ask someone to risk their hearts
in addition to their lives. She glanced at Raven to find him
staring at her thoughtfully. “Looks like none of us own forever
anymore... vampire or human.”

He said nothing as he took another drink, but
he never took his eyes from her face. Finally, “So how many
vampires have you killed, Gina?”

She looked away. “It’s not important.”

“That’s a matter of perspective. To a
vampire, it’s very important.”

She looked him in the eye. “I’ve hunted more
than I’ve killed. Let’s just leave it at that.”

Raven sat up and placed his glass on the
table. “I’m afraid I can’t.” He came over to stand in front of her.
“If you won’t tell me where your limits are, I’ll be forced to test
them.” He bent down to eye level. “Is that what you want?”

She didn’t bat an eye. “I want you to trust
me. I’m no threat to you.”

He smirked. “No?” He leaned in, and though
she knew she should have moved away she couldn’t. His lips touched
hers, tentatively at first and then more urgently. His skin burned
and electricity hummed between them as his tongue probed between
her lips and brushed against her tongue. She heard his skin sizzle
but he refused to pull away from her, and instead kissed her harder
almost to punish her for the pain.

When he pulled away, bits of his skin had
burned away. “You see how dangerous you are to me?” he whispered,
and she thought she might very well drown in his eyes.

“Then save yourself,” she managed to eke out.
“Stay away from me.”

He chuckled as his eyes scanned her face, the
curve of her jaw, the fullness of her lips, the brightness of her
eyes rimmed with dark lashes. “If only I could,” he whispered back.
He leaned in again but this time she sprung from the chair sprinted
from the room before he could kiss her again.

She didn’t stop running until she reached the
suite she now called home. Full of purple velvet, black satin and
lace, it felt like movie set more than a bedroom. And with Hunter
sprawled naked across the bed, an adult movie at that.

She embraced herself as she stared down at
him. She wasn’t lying to Raven when she said she loved Hunter. She
had, in some way or another, since she was fifteen years old. And
had it not been for Hunter, she’d be dead by now.