Raven Walks (4 page)

“I’d rather be coming,” he said in a low,
seductive voice.

Slowly she smiled. So this was his game.
“Such demands. What makes you so certain you deserve that
pleasure?”

Using his mind he invaded her thoughts, to
plant images of his throwing her down on the velvet covered
sofa.

He was quite surprised when the imaginary
Lillith pushed him on his back in his own thoughts.

He once again focused on her face only to
find two fangs protruding from her mouth. It was his turn to
gasp.

Through his clothes he could feel the
sensation of her hands on his body and his mind filled of thoughts
of her taking his hard cock into her mouth. He felt the texture of
her tongue wrapped like a snake around his shaft as she swallowed
him whole. She continued to mind fuck him with her mouth, and as
his explosive orgasm built, his fangs grew.

He needed to come… he needed to feed. And all
she had done was touch his arm.

He grabbed her to him to take her on the
spot. But she evaded his grasp and instead pushed him back on the
chair, making the images she planted in his mind a reality.

She groaned as she copped a feel of his
massive erection through his pants. As she wrapped her hand around
the bulge she could feel it pulsate inside of her. Like Raven,
Lillith had an insatiable hunger. Not only did she need him to fuck
her, she wanted to feel his fangs pressed into her flesh. And she
needed to sink her teeth into his.

Ever since Constantine had turned her, she
too has associated her lust for blood with her lust for sex. And
she knew from all she’d heard about Raven, he’d be the same.

He was her match, and she was determined to
show him she was his.

Impatiently Raven pushed aside his pants to
reveal his hungry cock for her. Unceremoniously he tangled his
fingers into her hair and guided her down to where he needed her to
be. Her tongue licked flames up and down and around his shaft and
over the head, and he cried out as his cock jumped up to fill her
waiting mouth.

Finally she descended on him, sucking him
into her mouth, carefully avoiding any contact with any of her
teeth. He’d never been blown by a female vampire before, and was
surprised at how skilled she was protecting his vulnerable body
from her sharp fangs.

In fact, most of the sensation was the head
of his cock slipping into the back of her throat as he buried
himself balls deep into her mouth.

Though his urgency grew, she took her time.
He tried to shove her head down on him but she was in charge. Right
as she got him to the brink she’d lift her mouth away and allow her
tongue to lick every inch of his delicious cock. He was delirious
as he begged her to let him come.

She instead lifted away to peel the rest of
her clothing from her supple body. Her curves were inviting and he
wanted to bury himself inside of her. But she was strong. She
straddled his face and dove back down on his stiff dick with her
hungry mouth.

He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her
down. His tongue teased her as relentlessly as she had been teasing
him. He flicked her hard clit back and forth with his tongue until
she was bucking against his face, then, with a grin, he’d stop,
allowing the cool air to hit her before his tongue explored the rim
of her sopping wet hole.

He stuck two fingers deep inside her, feeling
her clutch to him with powerfully strong muscles deep inside her
pussy. He could only imagine what it was going to feel like to fuck
her. The more he thought about it, the more he needed to come. His
fangs grew almost painfully as he strained to bury himself into her
mouth.

Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He had
to taste her. He sank his teeth into her groin and tapped into a
vein. This sent Lillith over the edge as she contorted in a full
body shudder. She swallowed his massive load as she came over his
fingers, still plunged deep inside of her.

He fed on her much longer than he probably
would have a mortal human being; the vintage of her essence
intoxicated him. When he finally dragged his bloody mouth away, he
had to sink his face back into her wet and trembling pussy. He
couldn’t get enough of her, and he didn’t even bother teasing her.
He sucked her hard clit into his mouth, his tongue circling around
it, his teeth softly biting into her. She gyrated on his face as
she screamed out in another mind bending orgasm.

Just as she peaked, she sank her own fangs
into the vein in his groin. As he was not used to being penetrated,
he cried out in surprise. He felt his blood gush into her mouth,
and he heard her feed noisily from him. His cock sprang back to
life as he experienced a sexual rush he hadn’t had for many
years.

Roughly he flipped her around so that she was
sitting on top of him. He slid easily into her waiting pussy as she
began to rock over him slowly, grinding herself down on top of him.
He licked the traces of his own blood from her mouth before he
kissed her hard and deep. Her pussy grasped his cock as his fingers
found her hard nipples and cupped her full breasts.

He bounced her on top of his rock hard dick,
indulging in how tight and wet and warm she was around him. She
encouraged him with alternate whispers and screams, commanding him
to fuck her even harder and faster than he was doing. The dance of
seduction and control out the window, he happily complied. He was
still stone drunk on the taste of her and how her blood felt as it
ran through his veins. He could hear her heartbeat thunder in his
ears. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her ass, forcing
himself further and further inside her with each thrust while he
watched her fangs grow longer and sharper.

“Feed,” he whispered.

She needed no further instruction. Her sharp
teeth penetrated the skin of his neck. It was pain and pleasure in
the very same instant. And he felt her start to come all around him
the minute she began sucking the blood from his neck. She groaned
deep in her throat as she lost control of her body.

He ached to come as well, but he loved how it
felt to be inside her while she fed on him. He waited until she’d
had her fill. His strength stolen, he couldn’t flip her over and
bang her from behind like he wanted. So instead he decided to feed
slowly. His fangs scraped over the tender skin of her neck,
piercing her ever so slightly. He felt her tighten all around him
as he penetrated her, sucking rivulets of blood from her skin. He
did it slowly, causing her to have a mounting orgasm that did not
stop. He fucked her harder at her insistence, until he felt himself
losing control. He shoved himself up deep inside of her as he drank
heavily from her neck.

He fell back against the sofa, spent. She
lifted away slightly to gaze into his eyes. “Bet your other redhead
couldn’t do that,” she murmured, licking away any evidence of blood
from his neck and his chin and his cheek.

He groaned and clutched her to him, prepared
to keep her right where she was while he grew again for another
session of hunger and lust.

And he knew that despite his strong resolve
to walk alone, Lillith was an Ice Queen he’d long to melt much more
than once.

Lillith proved to be an interesting diversion
for Raven for several weeks. But like anything else, his passion
cooled and he began to yearn for something different. Fortunately
for him, her lust for new blood was just as insatiable, so she did
not cling to him like a forsaken lover as he returned to his
favorite haunt to seek out yet another conquest.

As the summer months crept along, the
oppressive humidity drove people out later and later at night when
it was cooler, which meant he was faced with a lot of new
possibilities. Unfortunately, many of them were young college girls
on the prowl for their next sexual adventure. Though they were ripe
for the picking, he found them boring or worse – annoying. They
were just as willing to pose for a wild girls DVD as they were to
offer their neck to a complete stranger, which made their cheapened
sacrifices of little use to him.

Was it too much to ask for a woman who
understood the true power of her sexuality? They treated their
orgasms like spontaneous sneezes – something their body did with
little to no thought or control. He wanted a woman who was fully
able to savor her lascivious nature. He demanded more
sophistication in his sensuality.

Who knew if his redheaded temptress
understood this power, but he was willing to go on a little faith.
Very rarely did a vision revisit his dreams as she had done, almost
as if she was doing it on purpose. If he didn’t know any better,
he’d suspect that she was an aged bloodsucker like himself, with
the ability to infiltrate the mind and manipulate the senses.
Thoughts of her were slowly morphing from a curiosity to an
obsession. He couldn’t even remember the exact curve of her face,
but the image of her vibrant hair was burned into his memory, like
a tattoo on his brain. Raven decided that even if she didn’t know
the power of sex, she would when he was done with her.

Of course, Raven felt that of all of his
conquests. He had been hard pressed to find an equal, much less
someone who could teach him a thing or two. But there was something
different about this redhead – and he was determined to find out
what that was.

So he went to the bar every night and he
waited, willing her to return. His aura grew so strong in his
desire that he drew women to him like a magnet. One in particular
found him especially interesting. Her name was Tracy Lynn, and she
made sure he was aware of her presence.

Like too many of the other young women who
frequented the bar, she was far more annoying than enticing. She
stood too close, laughed too loud and invaded his personal space
without invitation on more than one occasion.

While he’d been polite, he had not encouraged
her behavior in any way. He refused to waste his time with her, and
she had no real clue who she was dealing with despite the fact he
could bare his fangs at will in the sanctity of the coven.

She was, for lack of a better word, a
groupie. Vampires were like rock stars in that way. Their ultimate
dangerous, rebellious bad boy nature drew girls to them in droves.
While their fascination was a bit of an ego boost, their
desperation wore on Raven. They were why he was so selective, and
found himself drawn to those girls who presented more of a
challenge.

With Tracy Lynn, there was no challenge. She
made sure he understood in no uncertain terms that he could have
her in whatever way he wanted her, which was the number one reason
he didn’t want her.

That and she was impossibly dull. From her
drab, unstyled tresses to her careless wardrobe, everything about
her screamed to the heavens above how much she needed him to even
validate her existence.

Unfortunately for Raven, his disinterest
fueled her obsession. And this night was no exception. She buzzed
around him like an annoying gnat, despite the fact he had taken to
communicating her only with curt head nods or placating smiles. She
remained astonishingly unaware. In fact, she seemed to take
whatever sign he gave her as positive reinforcement for her
behavior. She inched closer and closer to him as he turned more the
other direction.

Clearly she had not been schooled in the fine
art of body language.

He managed to ignore her for the most part as
he kept his eye on the door of the club. And almost like a mirage,
the shock of bright copper hair appeared from the moonless
night.

He was so struck to see her again he forgot
about Tracy Lynn. He wasn’t sure but he even thought he might have
forgotten to breathe.

Her black cloak fell away to reveal the milky
white expanse of her ample cleavage, pushed high and proud by a
purple and black velvet corset. Her bright green eyes were lined
with black eyeliner, while her pale ivory face was illuminated
under the lights over the dance floor.

It was her. She had come to him.

Why hadn’t he thought about calling to her
before?

Just as he pushed away from the bar to go to
her, he caught sight of the man who entered the bar just behind
her. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

It was Constantine La Rouge.

The tall, imposing figure commanded attention
the moment he entered the room, but it was his devastatingly
powerful eyes that would render anyone in his path defenseless to
his will. He had a cocky, rock star swagger and a self-indulgent
pout that would make women practically fall at his feet.

Quite simply he was beautiful.

And he had draped his arm possessively over
the shoulders of Raven’s dream woman.

“And so I was thinking, maybe you could take
me home.”

Raven blinked and turned his head toward the
voice speaking to him. It was Tracy Lynn. “What?”

“My ride,” she repeated and pointed off to
another girl making out with a vampire at the end of the bar. “She
looks like she’s going to be occupied. I was thinking maybe you
could take me home.”

His instant refusal died on his lips as
Constantine and his date passed right in front of him.

When her eyes met Raven’s he felt electricity
shoot down to his loins, as if she had touched him. Her full lips
beckoned him to disregard all protocol and kiss her promptly and
without reserve. He was so thunderstruck he had to look away, and
that was when he caught a glimpse of Constantine’s smug face.

“Raven,” he said with a nod of
acknowledgment. “It’s been a long time.”

Raven nodded and then glanced back over at
the redhead. Constantine bent to tell her, “This is Raven. My
master.”

Raven cringed at the term, but extended his
hand anyway. “Abigail Mandrake,” she responded in a voice so soft
he felt it slide all the way down his spine. “It’s nice to meet you
finally.” Raven’s eyebrow rose, to which she replied, “Your
reputation precedes you.”