Raven Walks (28 page)

She spied the dark red blood as it dribbled
from the two puncture holes in his neck. She reached forward, mouth
open, but Raven instead pulled back her head with a firm hair tug,
and planted a hard, demanding kiss on her lips.

It didn’t spark like before, but it certainly
felt like no kiss they’d ever before experienced. His long tongue
reached deep in her mouth and she crushed herself against him,
offering him her body while he took possession of her mouth.

His hands slid down her body to cup her ass
in both hands, and then back up again to wind themselves in her
hair. He wanted to touch her, to kiss her... to taste her.

From behind she felt long, strong fingers
open her long skirt as they rubbed up her thighs. Raven kissed his
way down her body until he knelt down in front of her, and tossed
his jacket free. His long hair hung over his bare shoulders as he
stared up at her with those bottomless brown eyes. He ran fingers
up each leg from ankle to thigh, and her legs trembled as she
spread herself for him.

He never broke their gaze as his fingers
traveled back and forth over the highly charged nerves of her
throbbing pussy. He finger fucked her slowly and deliberately until
she was screaming and bucking against his hands.

She was a puppet to their mastery as lovers
and authors of seduction.

When his mouth clamped over her engorged clit
she thought she might just black out. His serpentine tongue circled
around her, over her, across back and forth relentlessly orgasm
after orgasm until she was begging him to fuck her. She needed to
feel him inside of her.

He stood slowly, rising up against her body
like a shadow, until his mouth landed on hers and she could taste
herself on his lips. She felt those same strong hands reach around
to unfasten Raven’s pants and release his thick, hard meat. She
opened her legs as she felt Constantine guide his master’s cock
toward her quivering pussy.

The minute Raven sunk into her he thought he
might die from sheer pleasure at the very edge of pain. His cock
came alive inside her pussy walls as electricity danced over each
and every nerve’s end. As he began stroking in and out of her, the
friction just heightened the sensation.

He lost himself in her deep green eyes as he
rode her, a slave to her passion. In her eyes he saw a longing he
clearly recognized, but he knew he could not drink of her
blood.

The moment her blood mixed with his would be
the beginning of his death.

She was at the very edge of danger for them
now, but she was still dangerous.

Like a gun with only a couple of bullets
left.

So as he fucked her he concentrated on every
other sensation.

The way she felt tight around his dick.

The way her eyes looked, half-open and cloudy
with a passion for him that was more than she probably
expected.

The way her milky white breasts bounced with
each powerful stroke, as he endeavored to get deeper inside her
with every thrust.

The sparks between them felt like a bunch of
tiny fingers all over every inch of him, from his mouth and lips
right down to the head of his cock.

He thrust into her harder, pushing her back
against Constantine’s naked, growing cock. With every stroke he
felt like his entire body had been asleep and was just now waking
up to her touch.

Constantine reached around her and grabbed
Raven’s ass in both hands, urging his master to fuck her harder
while he rubbed himself against the curve of her ass. He watched
other couples fucking on the dance floor, having turned the entire
thing into a full-fledged orgy, and he desperately wanted to shove
himself up into her tight ass... but he wanted his master to get
his first.

He had renewed him with the gift of his
blood, and it was the least that Constantine could do, to offer up
this unusual human to him and him alone just once this lustful
evening.

He had the feeling his time would come.

Raven began to fuck her faster, due to
Constantine’s urging and her loud pleas. The harder he plowed into
her, the more he felt the lightning between them grow. But he
couldn’t let that stop him now. He had to have her, and nothing
aside from his skin peeling from his body was going to stop
him.

So he pressed her more on Constantine’s body
as he drove himself into her with powerful, masterful strokes. When
Constantine pulled Raven’s head forward by winding his long strong
fingers in his master’s hair, to kiss her deep and hard, it was
Constantine’s fangs he felt pierce into his skin.

As he felt his blood splash into
Constantine’s mouth he couldn’t hold back anymore. He shoved
himself deep inside of Gina and came so hard Constantine had to
keep holding him up.

When he finally could step away and pull
himself from her body, he realized everyone in the club was fucking
around them, and no longer paying any attention to them at all. He,
Gina and Constantine stumbled across to the bar, where Xavier sat
jacking off as he watched the incredibly lustful scene.

He smiled at Gina when she took her seat at
the bar. “Want some of this now?”

“She’s ours,” Raven told him decisively as he
positioned himself between Xavier and Gina. What he had wanted to
say was, “She’s mine”, but he somehow expected that was not her
purpose for her very skillful, and very public, seduction of the
both of them.

But as he looked into her eyes, there was
something more. He said nothing as he stroked the hair from her
face with a gentle fingertip, then pulled her into the crook of her
arm while they watched the people participating in carnal
activities all over the dance floor.

He ran his fingers along her scalp as they
looked on. Women and women, women and men, even a couple of guys
were all fucking their brains out under the bright strobe lights to
a soundtrack that had not yet stopped.

Cocks disappeared into tight little pussies,
mouths bobbed on thick, stiff shafts. Fingers and tongues probed
inside of wet little holes and enormous dicks stuffed themselves in
tight little asses. Tongues, fingers, hands all explored over naked
flesh while moans and cries of pleasure rose in a chorus from all
over the club.

Constantine began to stroke off as he
watched, and when Raven looked down at Gina he realized she wasn’t
watching the sexy scene before her.

She was looking into his eyes.

He reached down for another kiss, so tender
as his full lips parted and his mouth covered hers. And as his
tongue slipped between her lips he felt himself stir once more –
only not just physically.

He took her hand and led her silently back to
their quarters.

Constantine followed obediently.

It was there where morning found the tired,
sated huntress as she sat on the edge of the bed where her vampire
lovers slept.

She knew that the Creature would now not be
able to resist her now.

And she was ready.

She sipped from a bottle of water and she
waited.

The wind began to howl early that afternoon,
heralding an incoming storm. Gina could hear the thunder roll in
the distance, and the weather warnings from the radio barely
touched her ears. Tornadoes were the least of her worries.

She tipped another bottle and let the liquid
pour down her throat. She may not have known how to battle a
vampire-warlock, but she was willing to bet her life on the fact he
didn’t know how to fight her either. She wasn’t like any human he’d
likely run across.

At least, that was what she was counting
on.

She was sitting at the bar when Walter
finally found her. He was an absolute wreck. “Gina!” he admonished
at once as he gathered her up in his arms. “What the hell are you
doing here?”

“Preparing for battle,” she stated
matter-of-fact. “Isn’t that the idea?”

He glanced over her frame, from the tangled
hair to the corset to the wrinkled skirt. “Looks like you’ve
already been a few rounds.”

She shrugged but didn’t say anything, and she
didn’t look his direction.

The only thing that assured him at all was
the fact she was drinking their water. Having left untouched the
one he offered her before, he wondered if she had stopped drinking
it purposefully in order to get close to the vampires.

He couldn’t stomach the thought. “Gina,” he
started as he touched her arm.

“I want you to go, Walter,” she told him in
the same dull monotone.

“Forget it,” he said right away. “I’m not
leaving you alone.”

She turned her gaze on him then. A stubborn
and unyielding gaze. “He’ll never come for me if I’m not.”

“You’re crazy,” he said. “You don’t know how
to deal with this thing.”

“Nor do you,” she pointed out. It was a gut
call, but she knew by the look on his face she was right. But she
also knew that if she wanted to get rid of him, she had to be
straight with him. “Walter, this thing has a certain M.O. It goes
after the people who both Constantine and Raven have... have been
with.”

He jumped on her hesitation. “But that
couldn’t have been you.” He glanced down at the bottle in her hand.
But then he took another look at her hair, her clothes, the very
look in her eyes. Immediately he glanced at her neck.

“I’m clean,” she told him as she glanced
away. “It was a trap. I had no intention going any further than
that.”

He nodded but he didn’t totally buy it. She
had deliberately played with fire, and there was definitely
something different about her. “So what next?”

“I wait for the Creature to come.”

“And?”

She shrugged. “And I wing it from there. I
have all the tools, you made sure of that.”

He didn’t buy it. She had a plan. She always
had a plan. “Gina...”

She turned to face him. “You have to go,
Walter. With the storm, I expect him to get an early start.”

He nodded. The oncoming storm looked to bring
night to New Orleans early under a blanket of ominous black clouds.
These types of storms were probably the reason so many vampires
called the South home. They could move about freely, without any
threat of the sun.

But he still didn’t want to leave her.

He touched her face. Words hesitated on his
lips that she couldn’t allow to fall. She turned and left him
standing alone at the bar.

She stepped out into the air charged with the
energy from the approaching storm. Her hair whipped around her face
and she hugged herself as she set out on the street.

People stared as they drove past, on their
way to anywhere but outside. Her shoes clattered against the cement
as she moved farther away from the club. Thunder grew louder and
lightning lit up the darkening sky as she walked past the one of
the infamous cities of the dead; an above ground cemetery filled
with ornate tombs and death.

It fit her mood.

Rain that began softly started to assault her
like sharp needles, and pea sized hail targeted her like bullets.
The streets cleared as people took to their places of shelter, but
Gina marched on, not even bothering to cover her head. The wind
picked up speed and she could barely hear the thunder over the
storm.

Yet she felt his presence. The hairs on the
back of her neck stood on end, and she could almost feel his eyes
travel over her frame as he studied her from behind. It wasn’t just
the storm that crackled in the air between them. It was his
supernatural power as a vampire-warlock mixing with her altered
chemistry from years of drinking the very thing that could kill
him.

She had been right, she thought hopefully.
The only thing left was to pray that he was far more interested in
vengeance than self-preservation.

Otherwise her intention to fuck him to death
would never work.

She wasn’t sure what she was expecting when
she turned around to face him, but Argos looked far more
degenerated than any other vampire she’d ever encountered, even
when she was killing them. Her breath caught in her throat as she
took it all in: the gray skin, the yellow teeth, the red, glowing
eyes.

He wore a sick smile on thin skin that should
have been lips as he stopped just within the circle of her aura. He
was surprised how his body reacted so close to her, this familiar
looking redhead who looked raw and delicious and surprisingly
unafraid.

Maybe it was the storm, he thought as he
stepped closer.

His bones hummed and what was left of his
skin felt like a hundred needles dancing lightly over him.

She tipped her head high. “Argos,” she said
as she crossed her arms in front of her.

He gave a slight bow, a bit pleased not only
that she called him by his name but that she did not seem disgusted
by his appearance, nor afraid as he advanced.

He loved a challenge.

“My reputation precedes me,” he said with a
raspy voice. Thunder punctuated his sentence but neither of them
moved. “I am afraid that you have the advantage, as I do not know
who you are.”

“Yes, you do,” she corrected.

He stepped closer, and the electricity danced
between them. “You look like Abigail, but you cannot be her as I
killed her just last evening.”

She gulped but let no expression show on her
face. “No, you didn’t,” she said. She’d have known. Despite it all,
she’d have known. He was trying to scare her now. “Besides, Abi’s
not the one you want anymore.”

“I don’t?”

She shook her head. “You came for me because
I am the one that Raven and Constantine share now.”

He laughed and it rattled low in his throat.
“You think you’re woman enough for either of them?”

“I think I’m woman enough for you,” she
said.

He advanced on her purposely, and ignored all
the strange sensations that surged through his dead body. “We will
have to see.”