Raven Walks (2 page)

“I don’t know,” she whimpered as she
shuddered all around his finger, clutching him deeper where she
needed him to be.

“Yes, you do,” he whispered as he slipped yet
another finger inside. She cried out again. “Tell me,” he
commanded.

Her head thrashed side to side as he fingered
her through the first multiple orgasm she’d ever had. He smiled as
he watched her let go, probably for the first time in her life. He
rubbed his massive erection against her leg until she whimpered for
him. But he wouldn’t give in. He wouldn’t take what she
offered.

Not until she begged. It was the price she
had to pay for making him chase her.

“Please,” she managed, desperate to feel him
inside, filling her where she had never even known she’d been
empty.

“Say the words, Aubry,” he coaxed as he
worked his magic with his fingers. With two fingers inside and his
relentless thumb flicking over her engorged clit, she was powerless
to fight her most latent desire – to be fucked by a stranger, a
vampire, right there in that alley, in full view of everyone.

“Please fuck me,” she begged in a hoarse
whisper. She didn’t even have to finish her sentence before he
exposed his raging hard cock and shoved himself roughly inside. He
caught her scream in his mouth. She submitted to his kiss and when
it broke, she found herself subtly offering the soft curve of her
neck. He groaned as kissed his way along its graceful slope. He
could taste her on the tip of his tongue, such sweet virgin meat.
His breath hovered over her skin and she was incoherent as he began
to fuck her against the wall. She found herself screaming out over
and over again with each thrust. Her fingernails curled into his
shoulders as she bounced against him.

He grunted as he fucked her, mesmerized by
her tantalizing skin, her lovely face and those bright blue eyes.
He smiled with deep satisfaction as he watched her face contort
with yet another orgasm.

She was his now, this stranger from the
street, this conquest in the alley he’d likely never see again. But
she’d never forget him. Her body was imprinted with his.

There was only one thing left.

She glanced at his protruding fangs, but this
time without the same fear as before. “Take me,” she whispered
urgently. “Do it!”

He groaned as he grabbed her hair with one
hand to expose her neck. When he felt himself on the brink of
coming, he sunk his teeth deep into her tender flesh and blood
gushed into his mouth just as he shoved himself deep inside of her
and spent his load.

She screamed as her blood poured away from
her body and into his mouth. He sucked deep as his hand covered her
breast, tweaking her nipple hard as her life began to slip away.
She struggled for a moment before slumping against him.

Gently he disengaged himself from her body.
Her eyes were glazed as she finally came to. She was weak, but
strangely fulfilled. She smiled as he pulled her skirt back down
and wiped the blood from her neck. With one last tender peck on her
lips he turned to leave, which took her by surprise.

How could he just walk away after what they
had just shared?

“Wait. Don’t go,” she pleaded.

He never turned back around, even though he
could see her in his mind’s eye as she slid down the wall and onto
the ground like a wilted flower.

Raven savored the taste of her blood in his
mouth and the sensation of her imprint on his cock; but he would
never return to fair Aubry. She had been good, but after hundreds
of years good just wasn’t good enough.

His thoughts returned to the mysterious
redhead from the bar.

Perhaps she could be the one, he pondered
just for a moment as lightning and thunder guided his path.

The thought made him happier than he had been
in a long, long time.

Though he returned to the bar many times
after that first fateful night, Raven Crowe did not see the
mysterious redhead again. This wasn’t to say he didn’t find other
suitable playmates, but what he began to obsess over was the woman
he couldn’t have.

Such a commodity was uncommon for the vampire
whose sexual appetite was as insatiable as his blood lust, making
this stranger impossible to forget.

It left him feeling more frustrated than
usual. Unfortunately his eager playmates would feel the sting of
his disappointment when, after he satisfied his physical hungers,
his emotional appetite only yearned for more.

So Raven decided it was time for a change in
the scenery, at least for the moment. He made his way west for a
weekend in Sin City.

If any city in the United States was built
for a vampire, it was Las Vegas. Freaks walk the night twenty-four
hours a day in that gaudy desert paradise, and with the liberal use
of alcohol it was a place where the inhibitions of an average human
were left at the airport.

Raven felt rejuvenated by the high energy of
the crowd as he wound his way through various casinos. He caught
the eye of many interested parties, both male and female. Though
his dress was unusual, he wore it with uncompromising confidence
and undeniable sex appeal. He looked like he stepped out of another
time, which, of course, he had. And his remarkable eyes fell on
more than one prospect, but he ended up looking right through
them.

He grew ever more exasperated that even being
dropped into the midst of a sinner’s paradise he was unable to find
anything to truly get excited about, even with the high emotions of
his fellow revelers.

In fact, if Raven were to get any kind of
instant gratification at that moment it would have had to have been
feeding on the psychic energy of the people around him. So he
focused all his energy to lead him toward the liveliest person in
the vicinity.

When he heard the contagious peal of laughter
from a nearby table, he knew he’d found his target.

The exuberant woman with dark, wavy hair and
ready smile sat at a blackjack table, having won her very first
hand. She didn’t even notice as he approached. As he drew closer he
instantly recognized her innately conservative nature. She voted
based on family values and no doubt went to church faithfully, if
the cross around her neck was any indication – something Raven
disregarded with a sneer. She probably only sat at that table to
appease her friends. Every other person at the table nursed various
mixed drinks or beer, but she drank from a water bottle with the
righteous air of self-deprivation.

He had to smile as he sat across the table
from her. He looked away when her dark blue eyes danced his
direction. From the long black hair to his black lined brown eyes,
he was an enchanting stranger that could attract even the likes of
her, despite her better judgment, and he knew it. “Are you going to
bring me luck?” she asked with a slight southern drawl.

“I don’t believe in luck,” he replied as he
tossed a hundred-dollar bill on the table.

She laughed and continued to beam with
southern charm. “And what do you believe in?”

“Fate,” he said as he looked directly at her
for the first time. A smile tugged at his mouth when he watched her
physically gasp. Her hands shook as she placed her bet.

He watched her own bubbly aura shrink as he
drank from her energy. The people in between the two could feel the
sexual charge taking place, and from the expression on her face it
was clear that he had successfully invaded her consciousness and
was tempting her from the inside out.

In his mind he was holding her close in a
dance to music with an erotic, heavy beat; he was swaying his hips
against her and she responded by grinding closer. Without any
encouragement, she bared her neck to the phantom lover in her mind
in compliance to a demand that was never made.

The more he drank from her, the more he
wanted. And even though the other players at the table, and even
the dealer, could feel their sexual foreplay, he knew that to get
the ultimate satisfaction he wanted they would have to eventually
leave the table. To do that, he knew he’d have to gain her
trust.

“I detect an accent. Where are you from?”

“Tennessee,” she answered automatically. “And
yourself?”

“All over,” he replied with a noncommittal
shrug. “But I do favor the south. Especially the women.” He tipped
his bottle of water her direction. She seemingly approved of his
beverage of choice, and he felt her resolve loosen just a bit.

“My name is Raven,” he offered.

“Raven? That’s an unusual name.”

He just smiled. “I am an unusual man.”

“I can tell,” she said with a smile of her
own. He looked at her expectantly and she found herself saying, “My
name is Nadine.”

“Nadine,” he said, rolling her name over his
tongue. “That’s lovely.” He noticed her blush. “So tell me, Nadine,
is this your first trip to the City of Sin?”

She didn’t seem to approve of the famed
nickname of Las Vegas. “I’ve been here a time or two. I’m not
usually a gambler or a drinker or a partier, so there usually is no
appeal.”

He leaned forward, his eyes boring into hers.
“And now?”

She stammered, unable to find a suitable
reply.

He kept her off her game until her stack of
chips disappeared. She offered a nervous laugh. “I guess you didn’t
bring me luck after all.”

He pocketed his chips, which he had managed
to double. “Allow me to make it up to you. Let me buy you
dinner.”

“I should,” she retorted in good humor.
“Considering I lost all my money once you sat down at the
table.”

He knew she was joking, but he acted on the
suggestion anyway as he got up to follow her. When he was right
behind her and she could feel his breath on her exposed back, he
said ever so softly, “So where shall we eat dinner, Nadine?”

She tried to swallow her audible gasp.
“I’m... I’m not really very hungry.”

“That’s a shame,” he said, his eyes on her
mouth. “Because I’m famished.”

She licked her lips, which caused him to
shudder himself. “A rain check,” she offered an empty promise as
they headed outside.

Where it was raining.

He chuckled as his arm slipped around her
waist. She trembled from the power of his touch and offered no
further reluctance to follow where he led.

They ended up in a secluded booth in a dark
restaurant where she regaled to him her many experiences as a
television executive. It was as though she knew the minute she
stopped talking he would whisk her away and force her to come face
to face with her own deteriorating resolve.

In her mind she had no intention of going
very far with this enigmatic stranger, but the longer she stayed in
his company the more it felt like a lie.

With every word she spoke, Raven drew nearer,
his aura overtaking her and effectively throwing off her moral
barometer. Finally he was flush up against her, his arm against the
back of the booth where she sat, his breath rippling goosebumps
across her skin. “So Nadine,” he said, repeating her name to draw
her further into his web. “You don’t drink or smoke or gamble. What
exactly do you do for pleasure?”

She wrenched her eyes away from his intense
gaze. “I’m very active. I ski, sail, go dancing...”

“Then we should dance,” he said softly.

Immediately her mind went to that initial
vision she had of them locked together. She shook her head. “I
really have to get back. My friends will wonder where I’ve
been.”

Her words trailed off as she glanced up at
him again. His eyes were dark and potent and decisive. There was no
saying no.

The next thing she knew they were at a club,
on a dance floor, the familiar erotic beat thundering through her
senses. Different colored lights danced on his face as he once
again invaded her consciousness with thoughts of how it would be if
she were to lay under him, submitting to the passion she so clearly
felt.

He watched her physically react to the sex
they had in her mind, her body responding to touches and caresses
he hadn’t even made yet. She began to moan as her hips writhed
against him. She felt him as he penetrated her, though they were
both still fully clothed.

He was relentless as he assaulted her senses.
In her mind he was fucking her, raw and wild, until she shuddered
and literally came on the spot. Her eyes snapped open to look at
him in surprise, and could not pull away when his lips descended on
hers. Once his mouth opened and possessed her own she felt her
knees give out and she collapsed against him in complete sexual
bliss.

He dragged his mouth across her check to
whisper in her ear. “Where is your room, Nadine?”

She shook her head, holding on her virtue
with a death grip. “I’m sorry... I can’t.”

His arms locked around her and she had to
look into his eyes, those deep penetrative eyes that reminded her
of the foreign but complete ecstasy awaited in his embrace. His
mental seduction hadn’t stopped, not in the least. Every time she
closed her eyes she was right back in his arms, his hard body
encased in her own, as she begged him for more. Just as she
teetered on the brink of another orgasm he released her
suddenly.

“I understand,” he told her. “If you can’t,
you can’t.”

He turned and left her cold on the dance
floor. She stared after him incredulously.

He walked without ever looking back, all the
way out of the club, through the casino and finally out on the
street washed clean by the random desert rain storm.

He didn’t stop until he reached the dancing
fountains in front of his own hotel. He stood and he waited.

Sure enough, within a few minutes she was
standing right behind him, breathing hard from her marathon to
catch up to him. He turned around to face her but said nothing.
That’s when he smiled and she finally saw his fangs.