Raven Walks (9 page)

Her body was empty.

He pulled her back to him. Her body burned
hot beneath him as their disease ran through her veins. Tenderly he
lifted away the tiny shirt she wore. He couldn’t help his groan as
he stared at her naked breasts for the first time. He felt his body
harden. Lightly he ran his hands over her hardened nipples, and
despite her pain she gasped in pleasure at the contact. He bent
down to capture a tiny pink bud in his mouth.

Her hand slid up his back and into his short,
tightly curled hair. He groaned against her. She was returning to
him. Encouraged, he sucked from one nipple to the other, feeling
her gyrate under him.

His hands grasped either side of the denim
short skirt she wore and pulled it down as he kissed his way down
her body. Her legs spread easily for him, but he was going to enjoy
what he had waited so long to savor. He blew cool air against her
painfully engorged clit, making her cry out. Her thighs clamped
down on his ears as she shoved her hungry pussy into his face.

Still, he took his time. His tongue danced
around over her clit, then along the shiny wet folds of her pussy.
The more he teased, the more responsive she became. He wouldn’t
take her until she finally understood where she was, what she was,
and who she was with.

Finally she uttered, “Sebastian...”

With a guttural moan of his own he dove into
her hot cunt. He latched his mouth over her clit and sucked while
his fingers knit together and entered her pussy and her ass in a
double penetration. She bucked her hips against him, lost in a
spiral of passion as he claimed her with his mouth and with his
hands.

As she sat straight up with a massive orgasm,
her eyes glowed and her fangs grew. He crawled up her body, held
her head in both hands as he kissed her deeply on the mouth. She
could taste herself on his lips, and her tongue thrust into his
mouth for more. With both hands she ripped away the shirt he wore
and bared his hard chest.

He didn’t resist as she flung him on his
back, taking little nips out of his caramel skin. He cried out as
she latched on one of his own nipples and her fangs pierced the
skin. The minute his blood hit her mouth, they both shot off like a
rocket. His cock was so hard it hurt. He needed to be inside
her.

She looked down at him with eyes alive with
the life his blood had restored to her. She smiled as she gripped
his enormous hard shaft. Just by touching him she could feel him
inside of her, spreading her wide, pounding her hard. She straddled
him, placed the throbbing head of his dick right at her hungry, wet
pussy and then slid all the way down.

Both Sebastian and Sonja cried out as he
disappeared inside of her. He was so big and so thick he felt like
he might tear her in half. But she didn’t care. She rocked against
him, bucking her hips, feeling him reach further up inside of
her.

She was empty no longer.

He watched his dark meat slide in and out of
her pretty pink hole. It was a sight that never failed to make him
crazy with desire. He grabbed her hips and he guided her up and
down on his hard shaft. He watched those perky tits bounce with
each thrust, as she was reduced to animal grunts.

Her hand slid between them and began to
fondle her clit. He reached up to capture her breast in his mouth
again, his tongue running across it like quicksilver. Her groans
and moans were growing louder into cries and screams. He knew she
was getting closer.

He grabbed her hair with one hand and then
bared his neck for her. She barely needed his guidance as she dove
in to feed. He jumped as he felt those fangs tear through his thick
neck muscle to find the vein, and then as his blood flowed into her
mouth he pumped her harder, taking her over the edge.

She broke her hold on him to scream out as he
felt her pussy clamp down on him with a powerful orgasm.

But, as a psychic vampire, he did not need to
feed from her blood to come. Instead, he wanted her energy. He
grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on her knees. His
hands parted her ass cheeks as he watched himself sink into her
still quivering pussy. Able to penetrate her much deeper this time,
with each hard stroke he made her scream out loud. He watched her
aura rise from her body as she approached another explosive
orgasm.

He lifted her up and drank from her
intoxicating essence, one hand flat against her small breast, the
other tangled into her pussy, toying with her clit. The louder she
screamed, the more his aura grew, stealing her life energy rather
than her life itself. He was grunting like an animal when he
finally thrust inside her one last time, emptying himself in her
raw pussy.

Both vampires collapsed on the bed in each
other’s arms. Her eyes had returned to the same beautiful topaz
they had always been. He smiled as he traced the face he worried
he’d never see again. “You did beautifully, my love,” he whispered,
his hand possessively trailing across her body.

“I love you, Sebastian,” she whispered back
and they shared a tender kiss. “Do you love me?” she asked, her
eyes wide.

His eyes teared up as he gazed into her
beautiful face. “My Sonja. Do you even have to ask?”

She shook her head and cuddled up against
him.

As she toyed with his body and felt his dick
grow in her hand, she turned to him and said, “Would you do
anything for me, Sebastian?”

He groaned as he ground against her.
“Anything, my love. Whatever you desire will be yours. You need
only ask.”

She leaned on one arm and looked at him. “I
want a woman.”

His brow knit, but she bent to kiss him
before he could inquire further.

Instead they made slow sweet love again and
again.

Abigail blinked awake. Wind hit her in the
face like tiny needles, and it roused her from what felt like a
deep hibernation. That was when she realized she was in strong arms
and nowhere near the ground. She gasped as she clasped her arms
around the neck of Constantine. “What are you doing?” she
shrieked.

“I’m following orders,” he smirked in return,
as he kept his eye on the horizon for the rising sun. Maybe, if he
had time, he could manage another snack before he had to retire for
the day.

“Whose orders? I don’t understand!”

He chuckled then. “If you’re expecting to
ever understand Raven, you’re in for a long, frustrating wait.”

“But why isn’t he ... I mean... why are
you...?”

“Why am I in his place?” She nodded. “Because
he has tired of you. You’re never to return to the coven
again.”

She crossed her arms and steamed. Who did
Raven Crowe think he was? If he thought he could dismiss her like
some sort of jilted lover, he had another thing coming. Constantine
could easily read her mind. He really didn’t even have to try.
Again he smirked but said nothing as he made the descent toward the
open door on her balcony.

She stepped out of his arms once they landed,
and he leaned casually against the railing. “It won’t work, you
know.” She defiantly tipped her chin but said nothing. Constantine
added, “You don’t know him.”

“No,” she corrected. “He doesn’t know me.”
She went over to the railing to stare out into the night. “He may
be your master but he’s not mine.”

He leaned really close to her and whispered
hot against her neck, “Yet.”

Her eyes flashed. “Ever.” She crossed her
arms again. “If I were easily seduced how could I have resisted
you?”

Ah
, he thought.
A challenge
. He
could barely suppress his smile. “Maybe I just didn’t try hard
enough.”

“Or maybe you vampires aren’t as compelling
as you think you are.”

Constantine grew serious. “We’re not all
alike, Abi. I think you know that now.”

Her thoughts returned to the Creature in the
alley. She shivered in spite of herself. “Yeah. I guess I do.”

He touched her hair. “And that’s why you
shouldn’t return to the coven.”

She said nothing for a moment as she looked
into those intense brown eyes. She still hadn’t decided if she
could trust him. Finally she stepped back, out of their spell. “I
guess I should go. I’d ask you inside but I think the general rule
of logic is never extend an invitation to a vampire.”

He grinned as he leaned forward to kiss her
nose. “Clever girl.” He hopped up on the railing.

“Aren’t you going to say goodbye?” she
asked.

“Nope,” he quipped.

She put her hands on her hips. “And why
not?”

“Because nothing short of full bondage is
going to keep you from the coven,” he told her. She grinned at his
knowing look, and then watched as he took off into the sky.

She was still smiling as she went into her
apartment.

And despite what he had said to Constantine
the night before, Raven’s head turned every time that door opened
to the coven the next night. He wanted her to stay away, but he
knew she would return. And though he didn’t want to admit it, he
needed her to return. He just wasn’t willing to admit it out loud
yet.

Finally he left the refuge of the back booth
to saunter over to the bar. He hadn’t even ventured that direction
since he had entered the coven, simply because he couldn’t bear the
thought of Sonja being gone.

As he drew closer, he saw a shock of red hair
and it took his breath away. Only this wasn’t the copper-red of
Abigail, this was a true red – the color of a stop sign, he thought
ironically – and it stood out in the darkened club.

The girl had her back to him as he
approached. Her redder than red hair was tied up in a ponytail,
which showed the bottom layer of her hair was jet black. She had
fuller curves than Abigail as well, curves that were hugged by
black denim jeans.

When the mystery girl turned around, his
breath caught in his throat. Though her hair was a different color,
the resemblance to Abigail was stunning. She wore clunky, black
rimmed glasses, three earrings in each ear and bangs that tried to
hide the equally striking green eyes. Her breasts were fuller, her
frame larger – but he could sense immediately they were related. He
knew it the minute he could taste her aura.

There was something familiar there, like
remnants of a dream.

His brain scrambled to fill in the missing
pieces. They shared the same strength. While Abi was a Gothic
beauty, this girl was a Punk Queen. His interest was immediately
piqued, especially when he realized he couldn’t penetrate this
strange, new girl’s thoughts as easily as he could Abigail’s, as if
she had been trained or learned how to fend off such an
invasion.

She eyed him with an arched eyebrow as he
desperately tried to crack the code to her innermost thoughts.
“What can I get for you?”

“Water,” he finally said. “Bottled
water.”

She nodded and pulled one from the
refrigerator under the bar. As she handed him the drink he
attempted to make physical contact by covering her hand with his.
The minute they touched there was an electric charge that sent him
backward.
What the hell
, he wondered to himself. She said
nothing as she went to tend another patron at the other end of the
bar.

He watched her closely as she did her job
efficiently, serving another customer with a polite smile, but the
same guarded expression. He stared harder, trying to force his way
into her thoughts with images of his hands on her body. The only
visible sign he was getting to her at all was the rapid beat of her
pulse in her neck. A neck, he couldn’t help but notice, was as
clean as Abi’s.

She stopped in front of him to rinse out some
glasses. “My name is Raven,” he said.

“That’s nice,” she answered without looking
up. Without missing a beat she was off again to another end of the
bar.

She must have heard about Sonja
, he
decided. She knows better to get involved with vampires. But he
didn’t take his eyes off of her as he sipped the water from his
bottle. There was something different about her. Perhaps it was the
invisible but distinct “Fuck Off” sign on her face that compelled
him to learn more about her.

He was never one to follow the rules.

Just as he opened his mouth to speak to her
again, a voice purred in his ear, “Did you miss me?”

Raven twirled around to find Tracy Lynn, more
made up than he’d ever seen her, her hair full, her breasts
climbing out of her tight bodice. “Where have you been?” he
demanded in a low whisper. Did she have any idea what kind of guilt
he suffered not knowing if she was dead or alive?

Raven Crowe did not do guilt.

“Here... and there,” she answered. She
trailed a finger along his arm. “But you know I couldn’t stay away
from you.”

“What about your husband?” he bit out. “And
your three kids?”

She chuckled as she climbed on the bar stool
next to him. “Better off without me. I’m nothing but trash, right?
Isn’t that what you tried to teach me as you fucked me and left me
for dead?”

He looked away.
Damn guilt
, he
thought. Such a wasted emotion for a vampire. “You should go, Tracy
Lynn.”

She didn’t respond, but instead caught his
eye as he sized up the new bartender. “She’s kinda hot,” Tracy
leaned in to whisper. “You should definitely do her next.”

He gave her a suspicious glance. “That’s
rather generous for a jealous girl like you.”

“No,” she whispered as she leaned close. “I
like it when you fuck them hard and leave them alone and
vulnerable. That way, I get to finish them off.”

He looked at her and she ran her tongue over
her protruding fangs. He jumped back. “What the hell? I didn’t do
that to you!”

“Didn’t you?” she said. “More importantly,
does it matter?” She paused thoughtfully, deliberately baiting him.
“Of course, maybe it mattered to Sonja.”