Raven Walks (14 page)

When he finally did position the thick head
of his cock against her quivering pussy, she was deliriously
begging him to fuck her. He eased himself inside her tight cunt,
slowly opening her up to him. It caused her to come again, harder,
her spasming pussy clutching him in deeper inside of her.

Gently he rocked in and out of her as he
molded her to him. Every luscious bit of her sweet, tight hole
reconstructed to fit his exact length and width. He drove her crazy
with his slow lovemaking. No matter how many times she came, she
knew there was more. There to be more. She was so hungry, so
famished, for more.

“Do I … feed now?” she asked.

“Whenever you’re ready,” he told her.

“Do I … bite you?” she asked again, her eyes
wide.

“What do you hunger for?” he whispered.

Her eyes closed as she searched her soul.
What did she need? What would satisfy her newly awakened appetite?
“You,” she whispered back.

“What about me?” he prodded.

“I want you to come,” she whispered. “I need
you to give yourself to me. Drain yourself inside of me. All of
it.”

“Yes,” he replied as he lay on his back and
pulled her on top of him.

Like a tigress she rode him, bouncing on top
of his raging erection. He grunted and groaned as he watched that
pretty pink pussy dance along his dark meat, driving him to
distraction as she fucked him like an animal. His aura rose from
his body, thick and sweet like molasses, and as it hit her senses
she thrashed on top of him in the most intense pleasure she had yet
to experience. With one final thrust up inside of her their union
exploded in a brilliant flash.

She fell against him as he sucked all her
beautiful energy from her body. She could barely keep her eyes open
as she snuggled into the crook of his arm. “I love you, Sebastian,”
she said, and knew, though it made no sense, that she meant it.

“I love you, too,” he whispered to the
enchantress at his side, his final gift from Sonja.

Out in the club, the party and resumed,
though the crowd was considerably smaller than before. Sonja’s
demise had demonstrated that vampires were vulnerable to this
killer as well, and several weaker ones had already found other
places to haunt.

Gina tended bar with her eyes on the door.
She wasn’t sure who she expected to see; but she knew that she had
to keep her eyes, and her mind, open. When she caught sight of
Raven’s long, dark hair, she wasn’t surprised. Somehow she knew he
wouldn’t allow anyone to scare him, especially a bloodthirsty
cohort of the night. She smiled to herself as she reached for the
bottle of water she knew he’d order.

That smile quickly faded as she rose up to
find none other than her sister, Abigail Mandrake, at his side at
the bar.

“Gina!” Abi gasped. She had never expected to
see her again, much less at this bar. Gina gulped but said nothing.
Raven silently observed their exchange. “What are you doing here?”
Abi asked.

“Tending bar,” was the quipped reply.

“I can see that,” Abi said, her dander
starting to rise. “But why here?”

Gina just shrugged. “Why are you here?”

Abi sent a glance over to Raven. It was
difficult to explain. If she felt like she had to … which,
aggravatingly enough, she did. Gina’s eyes followed Abi’s only to
find Raven staring at her with renewed interest. “Never mind,” Gina
said as she turned to leave.

Raven grabbed her by the wrist, which sent
the same electrical shock throughout his body. “Don’t go,” he
stated in a low voice, before he added the powerfully seductive,
“Gina.” He turned to Abi. “Why don’t you introduce me to your
friend, Abigail?”

Abi gave her a pointed glare. “She’s not my
friend. She’s my sister.”

Raven let her go. “Sister?” he repeated. “How
interesting.”

Gina escaped to the other end of the bar to
tend to another customer. Raven glanced down at his hand, which was
bright red. “Very interesting, indeed.”

Abi’s eyes followed his. “What’s wrong with
your hand?”

He just smiled as he pulled her close. “It’s
not touching you.”

Though he kissed Abigail full on the mouth,
through one partially opened eye he saw Gina watching them. For
reasons unknown to him, that sent a powerful volt through his
loins. Who were these women? And what exactly were they doing to
him?

He glanced at Abigail who stood close to him.
Despite the spontaneous orgy at Lillith’s haven the night before,
Abigail had not yet given herself to him. He had forgotten exactly
whose idea that had been, his to keep her safe, or hers to keep her
whole.

Either way, she knew she was safest at his
side; she was far too deeply involved to get out now. So he had
obliged her request to return to the club, even though he still
wasn’t entirely sure he should.

But at the end of the day he was a vampire,
and he wasn’t in the habit of denying himself the things he truly
wanted. And heaven help him, he still wanted Abigail.

At least, that was what he told himself for
the weeks he’d spent pining over a mysterious redhead who had
vanished into the night before he could inhale her scent like a
fine wine. Raven glanced back at Gina, whose familiar face suddenly
made sense. Had she the same colored hair he could have easily
mistaken her for Abi’s twin – sharing that face that bore into his
conscious the minute he first laid eyes on them. He watched as she
sipped from her own bottle of water and quickly tried to look
away.

“Let’s go to the back,” Abigail suggested.
She wanted – needed – to return to the room where she’d been
attacked. It was the only way she could find a clue as to what this
Creature was and why it wanted her.

Raven liked the sound of that so he agreed
and they stepped away from the bar right into the path of a tall,
powerful man with long, blond hair and steely blue eyes.

Abigail gasped when she saw him.

“Hunter!”

He cracked his famously lopsided grin.
“Abigail,” he responded. He glanced back at Raven. “Who’s your
friend?”

Raven sized up the other man before reaching
out a hand. “Raven Crowe.”

Hunter glanced down at the offered hand.
“Sorry,” he murmured with a smile. “I’m a germaphobe.”

Raven dropped his hand but his eyes squinted.
There was something unsettling about this person, though he
couldn’t quite put his finger on it.

“What are you doing here?” Abi asked in a low
voice, trying to avoid looking him in the eye.

“The same could be said of you,” he replied.
Gina rounded the corner to come stand at his side. “I’m here to see
my wife,” he added with almost malicious glee. He seemed to delight
in how that comment hit home.

“Wife?” she repeated as she stared at Gina
incredulously.

Gina nodded, although reluctantly. Hunter
went on. “I followed her all the way to Europe. It only took one
substitute to realize that I always had the real thing.” He draped
his arm across Gina’s shoulders. “What you do for love, huh?”

Abigail gulped and looked away.
“Congratulations,” she managed through a tightly constricted
throat. She couldn’t even look Raven in the eye. “I’ve got to go. I
suddenly don’t feel very well.”

Raven didn’t understand, but he followed her
as she raced out of the club. With one final look back to where
Gina and Hunter stood he realized something very interesting.

The man had no trouble at all touching the
unusual sister with brightly colored hair.

“I can’t believe you told Abi we were
married.”

Hunter wore a lopsided grin as he watched
Gina behind the bar. She was taking out her aggression on the
counter, on stains that were not even there.

“Why not?” he asked, trying not to chuckle.
“It’s not like I haven’t asked often enough.”

“Hunter.”

He held up a hand. “Don’t get your panties in
a twist. I told her that to keep her safe.”

“Safe? How is that supposed to keep her
safe?”

“Did you see her face? There’s no way she
will come back here if she thinks she’s going to run into the happy
newlyweds.” He toasted her with his bottle of water, but Gina
remained unconvinced – for one reason above any other.

And that reason was standing in Abigail’s
living room at that very moment.

Raven Crowe went through the photos in frames
that sat on a densely filled bookcase. There he saw a much younger
Abigail next to a much younger Gina – before her punk hairdo and
fuck off persona. He picked up the frame to examine it closer.

“Well at least she can’t complain that anyone
mistake the two of us,” Abi said as she came up from behind.

“Twins?” Raven asked.

“No,” she replied as she replaced the photo.
“She’s older. But we were always mistaken as twins when we were
growing up. Probably because our mother insisted we dress alike,
wear our hair the same. We really weren’t encouraged to develop
personalities of our own. She’s certainly corrected that
problem.”

Raven watched her go over to the couch and
flop down. “Why’s she here?”

Abi shrugged. “Who knows?” Then, with effort,
she muttered, “Maybe a honeymoon.”

Raven went over to armchair next to the sofa.
“Tell me about Hunter.”

She closed her eyes. “I’d rather not.”

Raven had to laugh. “The journalist doesn’t
answer questions, I take it?”

She peered at him through one partially
opened eye. “Something like that.”

He simply waited. She held out for about a
minute and a half. “Hunter was Gina’s high school sweetheart. They
dated the entire four years. They were the ‘perfect’ couple.”

“And you hated them,” He surmised.

“I hated them.” She sat up with a sigh. “We
looked alike but we are fundamentally different. I always felt like
I was running to catch up. She barely had to study and she’d get
good grades. Yet I always managed to get distracted and ‘fail to
live up to my potential’ – which was code for being like her. But I
wasn’t her. I was me.”

He waited and he watched. She hopped up and
began to pace.

“Senior year she got accepted into a program
where she’d spend a semester in Europe. Just one more feather in
her cap. And of course she took it. She’d have been an idiot not
to. And Gina’s no idiot. So she went, but not after a big fight
with Hunter, who wanted to get engaged before she left so he’d know
for sure she’d come back to him.”

“An insecure boyfriend. What’s a jealous
sister to do?”

Abi let out a long sigh. “What, indeed.”

Raven watched as she headed over to her mini
bar, pouring herself a stiff drink. “It took a month, but by the
time we finally slept together he was as mad at her as I was. It
fueled our affair until a month before graduation. That’s when our
father died and Gina came home. Let’s just say it was a pretty
interesting funeral.”

Raven nodded. He could only imagine.

“She went back to Europe and I never thought
I’d see her again. Neither did Hunter, which seemed to matter more
to him than to me.” The hurt in her voice was palpable. Raven knew
in an instant that she still loved him, even if she couldn’t admit
it to herself. She simply shrugged. “Ultimately Hunter left for
college and I guess I kind of forgot about it over time.”

Raven got up to join her where she stood. He
took the glass from her hands. “Listen. Take it from the undead
guy. Anything you bury eventually comes back up again.”

She nodded. He was right. She had forgotten
nothing – especially what it felt like to look into Hunter’s blue
eyes and know he loved someone else. She closed her eyes and
embraced herself. It still hurt.

How could she still love him after all these
years... after all they’d done?

Raven touched her face. Her eyes opened. His
eyes were dark and intense. If he was thinking of another, she
certainly couldn’t tell. And she liked that. Suddenly she liked
that a lot.

When he pulled her into his arms, she didn’t
resist. His lip curled into a smile. “I never would have imagined
you as a boyfriend-stealing seductress,” he said, humor laced in
his voice.

She smiled back. “Never judge a book by its
cover,” she advised. “I only look sweet.”

His head bent towards hers. His mouth opened
and covered her lips, his tongue like fire as it penetrated her
mouth and slowly blended with her own.

She groaned as she felt herself dissolve
against him. It was wrong, it was all wrong... but it wasn’t like
that had ever stopped her before. When he lifted away she was
breathless. “You shouldn’t sell yourself short. You taste pretty
sweet as well.”

She laughed. “So you say. But you haven’t
really tasted me yet.”

His eyes darkened. He didn’t know what she
meant, but her words had made his already hardening cock jump. With
a glint in her eye she took his hand and led him toward her
bedroom.

The room was yellow – like an explosion of
marigolds. Her hair stood out in the bright room, dark copper
tresses that toppled over her bare creamy shoulders as she took off
her shirt. She took him by both hands and pulled him toward the
canopied bed.

They fell against the soft cotton fabric,
cool against their exposed flesh. She pushed him over on his back.
He loved how her hair cascaded over her shoulders as she bent to
kiss him. His hand wound into the dark copper curtain and pulled
her up on top of him. He toppled headlong into her clouded eyes as
he watched her full mouth descend on his own.

Their kiss was long and sweet as they
explored and savored each other’s mouths. The braver they got, the
more they groaned against each other. They clutched one another
tightly, as if they suddenly couldn’t get close enough.

He felt the exquisite longing he’d
experienced since he first laid eyes on her rush over every inch of
his hard body. He had never needed a woman more, that he
remembered. It rendered him helpless under her artful tongue and
tender kisses that lit on his mouth, his face and over to his
ear.