Raven Walks (5 page)

He smiled, and with great satisfaction he saw
her composure crack under its seductive weight. “I hope it’s all
good,” he replied, his voice as soft as hers.

Tracy Lynn decided to make her presence
known, threading her arm through his. “It couldn’t be anything
else,” she said with a flirty, but possessive, smile.

“Yes, all good,” Constantine replied, his
eyes boring through Raven. Whether it was fear, love, respect or
hatred, Raven couldn’t be sure. Instead he glanced back at Abigail.
Her bright red tresses tumbled over her bare shoulder, and in their
proximity he could see the silky expanse of the skin on her
neck.

It was completely clean.

Raven wasn’t sure but he thought he might
have groaned. The sexual tension was so thick you could have cut it
with a knife. Constantine responded by pulling Abigail closer into
his embrace. For some inexplicable reason Raven wanted to pull her
away from him. It was an impulse he reluctantly resisted.

Abigail smiled at Raven. “It was nice to meet
you,” she said before turning away to follow Constantine on the
dance floor.

Raven watched as Constantine folded her into
his arms; she practically disappeared into him. The beat was slow,
hypnotic and overtly sexual, and Constantine responded by grinding
her against him, his eyes swallowing her whole.

As he watched her respond to his seductive
gaze, Raven began to harden. She didn’t wilt against Constantine
like so many of his conquests. Instead, she gave him a glance of
her own. Her hands slipped up into Constantine’s long brown hair,
clasping a handful as she wielded her sexuality like a sword. Her
strength and her power over her own sensuality fueled Raven’s
obsession. He knew that he had to have her.

He felt Tracy Lynn press herself against him.
“So how ‘bout that ride?” she purred.

His eyes were hard as he glanced down at her.
She was so wrapped up in her own obsession she couldn’t see his
clear interest in someone else.

Or maybe she did and felt like she had to
turn up the heat. Either way he found her attention intrusive.

But it was also convenient. He grabbed her
arm roughly and pulled her on the floor.

He slammed her to him and mimicked
Constantine’s movements, making sure Abigail saw. In fact, he
didn’t look at Tracy Lynn once while they danced. He kept his eyes
on another woman, unconcerned that Tracy Lynn might see.

Despite the fact Abigail danced with
Constantine, her eyes also were locked on Raven. He invaded her
thoughts so that they were dancing together. He felt her soft
curves against his hard body. He tumbled headlong into those
intoxicating green eyes, and his body responded to thoughts of how
it would feel to kiss her, to thrust his tongue between those full,
glistening lips.

Tracy Lynn felt his erection start to grow
against her and though it was clear that wasn’t because of her, she
took it as a green light. She ground against him, her hands sliding
down his back to cup his ass and press closer to him.

This yanked Raven out of Abigail’s head. He
growled with displeasure, and Tracy Lynn groaned in response. Raven
instead looked back over to Abigail where he saw Constantine lean
down to kiss her. The younger man’s mouth covered hers, and he
could feel their tongues tangle and mesh. He tried to project
himself into her mind, but the thoughts were jumbled and
clouded.

He knew Constantine had pulled her under his
spell.

With desperation he watched Constantine pull
her from the floor and lead her into a back room, sending his
master a triumphant smirk as he did so. Without thinking, Raven
released Tracy Lynn abruptly to follow them.

The pulsating beat thundered behind them as
he wound his way through the bowels of the secret underbelly of the
coven. They could hear moans and screams coming from the various
closed doors, the smell of sex and blood rising through the air. He
was about to explode if he couldn’t find Abigail, to thrust himself
deep into her while tasting her virgin skin under his fangs.

But his senses were on overload and he
couldn’t pick up her scent. As he turned back he saw Tracy Lynn,
who had followed him like an expectant puppy.

Full of frustration, Raven snarled as he
grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. She gasped as she
saw the length of his fangs. “Is this what you want?” he demanded
angrily.

He brought up his knee to part her legs as he
watched several expressions steal across her face, fear among them.
It fueled his aggression. He had never taken what couldn’t be
freely offered, but he was not above giving a pest like Tracy Lynn
exactly what she wanted to prove she had no idea what she was
inviting.

Sometimes he had to be cruel to be kind.

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Isn’t this what
you have been begging for?”

She nodded. “Yes.”

He bared his fangs. “Do you know what I do to
girls like you?”

She nodded again. “I’m not afraid.”

He spun her around to press her face up
against the wall, his hard cock pressed into the curve of her ass.
“Yes, you are,” he told her. “And you should be.” He ripped her
panties down and shoved a finger up inside of her. Though she
trembled in fearful anticipation, she was sopping wet.

What a foolish girl, he thought as he
surveyed the smooth skin of her neck. With an angry hiss he bared
down on her. She cried out when his fangs pierced her neck, all
while his fingers toyed with her hungry cunt. It was blinding pain
and searing pleasure at the same moment. She came almost
instantly.

A noise off to the side of them caught his
attention, and without breaking his deadly embrace he glanced over
to find Abigail standing there, her eyes wide -- her neck still
clean.

Raven’s eyes glazed over as he invaded her
thoughts and it was her blood on which he feasted. In his mind, he
was plunged deep inside her tight pussy, fucking her fierce and
hard as she cried out underneath him.

His thoughts were so potent that though both
Abigail and Raven were completely dressed they both teetered on the
brink of massive orgasms. Just as he felt himself about to explode,
she yanked herself out of his dream world and turned and raced away
into the shadows.

He cried out in frustration. He wanted to
chase after her but he needed to come. He urgently pulled his hard
dick from his trousers and shoved it right up inside Tracy Lynn
where she stood pressed up against the wall.

He continued to suck from her neck as he
pumped in and out of her. She began to struggle against him, his
passion and his hunger terrifying her as she felt her life slowly
begin to drain out of her. As she began to swoon against him he
finally released her neck from his ruthless fangs as he shoved
himself up inside of her to spew his load with an angry yell.

That was when he caught the tear hovering on
the tips of Tracy Lynn’s eyelashes. She was ravaged, and it had
been because of his anger.

He backed away and Tracy Lynn slid down the
wall into a heap on the floor. She glanced up at him through half
closed eyes. “Next time, careful what you wish for,” he advised as
he pulled up his pants. “You just might get it.”

“But I love you,” she mumbled, but it was
garbled and incoherent. She could barely focus on him as she sank
into unconsciousness, weakened by her loss of blood.

It almost felt like a dream when she was
hoisted into strong arms and carried into another room. Her head
bobbed as she tried to pull herself out of the murky depths of her
subconscious, and she caught just a glimpse of long, luxurious dark
hair. “Raven?” she murmured.

A door closed behind them as she was laid
ever so gently on a satin covered bed. She blinked as she tried to
focus on the man who lay down next to her. “Who are you?” she
whispered.

“Your salvation,” he responded back in a
voice so gentle it set her whole body on fire.
He loves me
,
she thought to herself as she rode the waves in between
consciousness.
He really, really loves me
.

Slowly his eyes pierced through the fog.
Those intense brown eyes that seemed to fuck her before their
bodies had even touched. She groaned as his fingers tenderly opened
her blouse and pushed her bra away. A warm mouth descended on her
erect nipple, teeth gently piercing the tender skin there. She
gasped but arched her back toward him as she was overcome with
sexual bliss once her blood mixed with his saliva.

He continued to undress her as he licked his
way down her body, taking little bites from her skin. She cried
out, her fingers in his hair as she guided him where she wanted him
to go.

She was rewarded with hot breath against her
quivering pussy. Immediately she opened her legs wider and his
tongue danced along her erect clit. He took his time, savored her
taste, his tongue flickering around the hard nub and then sliding
in between the wet lips of her cunt. He sucked her into his mouth
and sent her off into outer space.

He crawled up her body and her legs scissor
crossed around his naked waist as he bent in for a kiss. His tongue
crawled around her mouth as his cock slid just inside of her. Using
her legs, she pushed him in further, feeling him impale her on his
rock hard erection. He moaned into her mouth, which she echoed.

He thrust in and out of her slowly, taking
his time, feeling each and every inch of her grasping him and
pulling him in deeper. Her hips rose to meet his as the desire in
her rose. He had one hand underneath her, pulling her ass closer to
him, the other hand was in between them, cupping her breast,
pinching the nipple.

She was lost in his kiss. This was what she
had wanted, not angry consolation sex in a hallway. She savored him
right up until she felt his fangs begin to grow. She knew how close
she had come to losing herself before. She still was hovering on
the brink. She knew that if she wanted to live, she couldn’t allow
him to feed anymore. She whimpered as she shook her head when he
rose up.

All she saw was fangs and bottomless eyes.
“No,” she whispered.

“Shhh,” he whispered as he continued to fuck
her. “Just feel me.”

She closed her eyes and obeyed. She felt his
hard cock filling her, invading her, completing her. She clutched
at him with desperation, needing him deeper. His own urgency began
to build. He began to pump harder, stronger, deeper. She responded
in kind, until she was crying out loud from feeling him reach deep
inside of her, his impossibly hard cock stretching her wide.

“Now,” he said as she began to come. “Let me
taste you.”

She shook her head, but her orgasm overtook
her. It was such exquisite pleasure she wanted to cry. He was
touching her in a place she’d never even known existed.

“Give yourself to me,” he demanded in a
seductive whisper.

She was incoherent as wave after wave flooded
her body. Finally she nodded, a tear rolling down her face. Gently
she felt the sharp fangs sink into the tender skin once more. Her
blood pumped into him, causing him to race to his own climax. As he
sucked, his movements grew more urgent, more demanding.

He was slamming into her by the time she
started to black out, the last of her blood dripping from the sides
of his mouth. He took the last of everything she had to give, and
spent himself inside of her.

Moments later he fell on her lifeless body,
feeling its warmth already beginning to fade.

Tenderly he traced her face with his
fingertip. “Sleep well, my love,” the sated vampire whispered. “You
will wake soon.”

He pulled out of her, covered her up and left
her there.

The wait now began.

Tracy Lynn died never knowing she would soon
walk the same dark path Raven Crowe walked.

Raven sat staring into the bottom of his
glass, losing himself in what little amber liquid that remained. He
had long given up liquor for blood, but he felt such self-loathing
for what had taken place with Tracy Lynn that he needed something
with a little more kick than his usual bottle of water. Something
that burned as it poured down his throat, and sat in his stomach in
a bubbling mass of acid and regret.

He had behaved in a way that repulsed him. He
had punished her for annoying him, and punished her for wanting
something he didn’t want to give. He’ll never forget how pale and
how lifeless she looked when he left her. With one swig he killed
his drink and held up a finger to Sonja to indicate he wanted yet
another.

She was concerned, given he was acting
totally against type, but she obeyed. He was a paying customer
after all. Besides, she got a sense that he had little patience for
disobedience and didn’t particularly want to test the depths of his
wrath, especially when he looked so angry. He practically snarled
at anyone who tried to cozy up to him, even beautiful women who
clearly wanted to give themselves to him. He needed to feed, she
could tell from the pallor of his complexion, but he seemed
reluctant to do so.

She didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but
she knew something had to be. Very, very wrong.

His mood went from bad to worse when
Constantine sauntered over to the bar where Raven sat. Sonja
watched from the sidelines as the younger vampire smiled at his
master. “What a night,” he commented as he signaled for his own
drink. “How did things work out with your victim?”

It was a term that hit Raven below the belt.
He had made such a point to only take from those willing to give
that he never looked at his donors as his “victims,” even though he
was stealing their life from them in small doses.

“Not well,” Raven muttered as he gulped his
second drink. Then he ordered another. His angry gaze leveled on
Constantine. “How about you? Abigail, was it?”