Huntress

by Taft, J L

  As soon as she closed the door behind her she started stripping the clinging leather off her body. Her boots and sword were dropped to the floor in various places as she made her way to the bathroom.

  It was just as hard to get out of the damn thing as it was to get into and she was cursing and stomping her foot in frustration by the time she threw the clinging black leather to the floor.

  Taking a hard look at her reflection in the mirror, she wasn’t happy with what she saw. Her eyes were huge in her face, she was pale and there was a smattering of dried blood along her cheeks.

  She cranked the shower on as hot as it would go and stepped into the scalding spray. The tears came then. She was helpless to stop them and didn’t try to.

  They mixed with the water of the shower as she scrubbed her skin hard enough to hurt. When she was done she started all over again because she still felt dirty.

  She finally got out of the shower when the water ran cold. She wrapped her wet body in a fuzzy towel and wrapped another around her hair.

  As soon as she stepped from the bathroom she heard the pounding on her front door. Then the shouting as she got closer.

  “Fiona! Are you all right? I know you’re home! Damn it, woman, you have three seconds to open this door or I’m breaking it down!” Trent yelled, followed by more pounding.

  She opened the door and whatever he was about to shout next died on his lips.

  He jerked her into his arms, holding her tight against his chest. She knew she should pull away but he felt too good and she just wanted a minute.

  His heat warmed her better than the shower had but the night air was cold on her wet skin.

  She pushed out of his embrace and stepped back inside. He followed her in and closed the door behind him.

  “Are you all right?” he asked. His eyes traveled over her body, looking for any signs of injury, she was sure. When he got to her toes and started back up, his gaze heated with undeniable desire.

  By the time he reached her eyes she no longer felt the previous chill and her sex clenched in need of him.

  “I’m fine, Trent,” she said quietly. The look on his face went soft and understanding as she sniffed and felt the lump return to her throat.

  I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry!

  Even as she chanted it over and over in her head she felt the tears slide silently down her cheeks.

  He was inches away in a second. His big hands cupped her face and his thumbs wiped the wetness away.

  “Talk to me. What’s going on?” His voice was gentle and it only made her cry harder.

  He sighed and scooped her into his arms, the towel falling from her hair as he swung her up. He carried her into the living room and fell to the couch with her in his lap.

  He rubbed her back and smoothed her hair as she cried quietly against his chest. She didn’t know how long they sat there together but after what felt like hours she pulled it together and lifted her head.

  He handed her a tissue from the coffee table and she gave him a wobbly smile.

  When she had wiped her face she noticed the huge wet spot on his shirt.

  “I’m sorry. I made your shirt all wet.”

  “Not a problem. Want to talk about it?” he asked gently.

  She shook her head and then nodded. “I don’t know,” she sighed.

  “Try it. It might make you feel better.”

  She hesitated and then it all came out in a big rush. She told him everything. The vamp and the woman, how dark it had been and how she had failed to save her.

  Trent listened without interrupting her. But he didn’t seem surprised by her story. Then something occurred to her.

  “Why did you come over?”

  “I saw you leave the house in that black leather outfit. I couldn’t figure out where you were and I was worried. I knew if all went well you would come home when you were done so I came here first.”

  “You saw me?” She knew she shouldn’t be as shocked as she was but after being alone and hiding who she was for so long it still surprised her that he was so open about his talent.

  Although he didn’t know about all of that until he had met her. Did he regret it? It wasn’t always easy to live with.

  “Yeah. I saw you.” He didn’t elaborate and she was about to push him until she saw the look on his face. He looked almost…angry. Maybe he wasn’t having as easy a time of it as she thought.

  Was he angry she had gotten him mixed up in all of this? She suddenly slid to get out of his lap.

  He stopped her with arms that came around her like bands of steel. She grunted in surprise as he jerked her back to where she had been sitting. His gaze caught hers and they clashed with all the things left unsaid between them.

  But there was something else there too. A connection she had never felt before and it drew her like nothing else ever had. It was getting stronger between them.

  It changed in an instant. Before she even had the time to blink his mouth was crushing hers. It wasn’t a gentle kiss or even one that felt as if he was trying to seduce her. He was branding her as his.

  Something inside her that she didn’t even know had been waiting came to life and she clung to him.

  Her fingers went to his hair and she clenched them into tight fists. Trent released a growl from somewhere deep in his chest. She moaned in reply and he took advantage of her parted lips.

  His tongue went deep and Fiona forgot about how messed up everything was right now. Forgot about responsibility and doing her duty. Forgot about failing.

  All she knew was that she wanted to have Trent’s hot body pressing harder into hers. Her fingers left his hair as he turned her toward him and she felt her breasts come up against his wide chest.

  Her nipples pebbled against the towel and she kissed him back with new abandon. Her nails dug into his shoulders as their tongues and lips tangled, deep and passionately.

  They broke apart only when they couldn’t breathe. Fiona’s head lolled as she tried to get control of the raging heat rolling inside her.

  Trent kissed her neck and tightened his fingers in the tips of her hair. He gave it a tug until she lifted her head and looked at him.

  “Holy fuck I want you,” he groaned against her neck.

  “Yes,” was all she could manage to get out.

  He stood suddenly with her in his arms and headed for the stairs. Sanity took over and she wiggled. The towel shifted but stayed together and she clutched it to her chest.

  “Trent, put me down. I can walk.”

  “Quit squirming. I would hate to drop you,” he told her with a devilish grin. She opened her mouth to make him put her down and he unceremoniously tossed her over his shoulder at the bottom of the steps. The towel fell to the floor and he sucked in a deep breath.

  “Trent! Put me down!” she screeched but he just chuckled and headed up the steps.

  He didn’t stop until he was standing at the foot of her bed. He gave her naked ass a good smack before tossing her down on it.

  He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the floor. She couldn’t drag her gaze from his ripped chest. She wanted to scrape her nails over every inch of it.

  He kicked off his boots, toed off his socks and popped the button on his jeans. She held her arms out to him but he stood and just stared down at her for a few seconds.

  “Damn, you’re sexy,” he growled as he reached down and adjusted the bulge in his jeans.

  Fiona was trembling by the time he grabbed her ankles and tugged her to the end of the bed until her feet were on the floor.

  He knelt between her knees and ran his hands slowly up and down her thighs. She watched him for a few seconds but when his head lowered and he nibbled on her inner thigh her eyes closed. She could feel the stubble on his cheeks brushing against her.

  She was vulnerable and exposed but in that moment she realized how much she had come to trust him. The tightness left her muscles and she relaxed into the bed.

  She felt
the cool air on her pussy and knew she was incredibly wet. Trent noticed it too.

  “God, baby, I can see you dripping for me. Your body doesn’t lie, Fiona, you want me.”

  His words were spoken close to her sex and she quivered with each gust of breath. She knew what he wanted from her. To admit what was between them. But what he wanted to hear wouldn’t come out.

  She had a duty to hunt vampires and she wasn’t going to let him get hurt. There was no way she was going to live with his blood on her hands because she couldn’t save him.

  He lifted his head. “Fiona?”

  She opened her eyes and looked down at him, his green eyes boring into hers. He was waiting.

  She shook her head and whispered, “I can’t.”

  He growled in disapproval but then his hot mouth was covering her clit. Everything else scattered and her back arched off the bed with the exquisite pleasure.

  Moans were ripped from her throat as he attacked her with his mouth. He wasn’t careful with her but she didn’t want gentle. Her hands reached blindly for him. She needed something to hold on to.

  Her fingers found his hair and tangled in its silky waves, pulling him tighter against her. Her only thought was to get closer.

  She lifted her feet and put them on his back. He groaned and sank his tongue into her. But it wasn’t enough. She squirmed and then his mouth closed over her clit again.

  He shoved two fingers in her waiting opening and curled them, hitting just the right spot.

  She exploded hard on his fingers, her hips bucking and high-pitched noises coming from her mouth.

  “Oh yeah, come for me,” Trent groaned.

  He pumped his fingers and rode her through the waves of ecstasy until they faded to gentle rolls.

  Her body went limp against the bed and she was breathing heavy when he removed his fingers and sat up.

  She had to drag her eyes open when he stood and pushed his jeans off his narrow hips. His cock sprang free, long, thick and hard. She licked her lips and knew she had to have a taste.

  The lethargic feeling from her orgasm left her and she sat up and lay on her belly, facing him. Using her arms to hold her torso up, she scooted closer until she was at the edge of the bed.

  He took a step forward and his cock twitched up against her cheek. He groaned at the contact.

  Fiona gazed up at him as she flicked her tongue over the swollen head. His eyes closed and he tangled his fingers in her hair. But he didn’t move her head as she expected.

  She liked that he let her take over, this part of it at least.

  Her lips opened and she took as much of him in her mouth as she could before closing around him. He growled loud and it reverberated off the walls of her bedroom. She slid her tongue back and forth over him and then sucked him as hard as she could.

  Fiona didn’t go easy on him. She would swallow him as far as she could go and then lick him from tip to base. His salty-musky taste filled her mind and the smooth steel of him against her tongue had her pussy clenching in need again.

  It was always like that with him, satisfied for the span of a heartbeat.

  “You would not believe how amazing my view is right now,” he groaned.

  Fiona shifted a bit and wiggled her ass, lifting it a little to make his view even better. However, she never let up the ministrations she was applying to his cock with her lips and tongue.

  “Oh god! Baby, stop!” he moaned and jerked free of her mouth.

  He didn’t hesitate as he slid his hands under her arms and lifted her off the bed. She smiled down at him and he gave her that devilish look she had come to love before he threw her backward on the mattress.

  He was on her before she quit bouncing. The first press of his hot skin against her body drove her wild. She sank her nails into his back as his mouth came down on hers, hard.

  She had no control over the kiss. Trent kissed her as if he meant it. His tongue plundered her mouth so deeply their teeth clanked together.

  Fiona pushed his jeans down his legs and he shimmied out of them without ever breaking their kiss.

  “Too fast,” he panted and pulled back to stare down at her. “I want to tie you up and drive you insane. I don’t want this to be over yet.”

  She stared at him in shock for a second. He grinned down at her and she realized she did trust him enough to let him tie her.

  “Okay,” she agreed.

  He leapt from the bed and went to her dresser. “Where are your scarves?” he asked.

  “In the top drawer.”

  He found what he wanted and came back across the room to her. She assumed he would tie her spread-eagle on the bed, using the posts to hold her. But he surprised her.

  Taking her hands, he tied them together with one scarf and then knotted it through one of the slats in her headboard.

  She watched him closely as he secured two scarves together to make one long one. His devilish grin made her smirk as he secured one end around her thigh, looped it up around her neck and tied the other end to her other thigh.

  It effectively kept her legs apart but not so much that it was uncomfortable. He gazed down at her for a long moment.

  Fiona liked the feeling of being at his mercy, knowing he was going to take her to new heights.

  He started at her neck, licking and leaving a wet path from one shoulder and then to the other. Fiona relaxed and her legs settled open wider.

  He continued down her chest, not missing an inch of skin with his mouth. When he got to her breasts, he gently moved around her peaks, leaving her nipples puckered and aching.

  She moaned in protest and he smiled before sucking one nipple deep into his warm mouth. Releasing it with a pop, he moved to the other one, giving it the same attention.

  Trent made low, satisfied noises in his throat as he moved down her torso, over her belly and then her hips.

  He slid down on the bed and she immediately missed the heat of his body. He laid his lips on the exposed underside of her thigh, kissing and nipping his way to her dripping sex.

  She knew as soon as he touched her there she would come again. She was so close already. But he seemed to know that and was intent on keeping his word of driving her insane.

  Moving to the other thigh, he nibbled his way down to her ass. She shivered when he blew on her puckered hole and then groaned when he rubbed his stubbly chin against the sensitive line between her cheeks.

  “Ah,” she moaned and his soft chuckle answered her.

  “You have such a pretty pussy, Fiona. It makes my mouth water.”

  As soon as the words were out of his mouth he buried his face between her spread legs. With the first lick he sent her over the edge, her whole body riding the waves of ecstasy.

  He stayed with her as she came for long minutes and then moved up her body to kiss her lips. She tasted her juices on him and he offered his chin for her to lick clean.

  Carefully he released her legs then her hands and massaged her wrists where the scarf had rubbed.

  Fiona had come harder than she ever remembered doing before but she still needed him, needed his hard cock inside her. Otherwise she would feel incomplete. Not wanting to think too closely about that, she pushed it aside.

  She reached for the condom that was in the nightstand drawer, opening it and sliding it down over his shaft quickly.

  When he settled back between her legs his hard cock was pressing against her thigh. She tried to shift under him but he held her captive with his body.

  “Trent, please!” she begged.

  “What, baby?” he whispered in her ear.

  “I need you,” she groaned back.

  “Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he lifted up slightly on his arms to look down at her.

  “I want you!” she cried out, tired of his teasing while her body was on fire.

  “Tell me you want more from me than my cock.”

  Fiona lifted her startled gaze to his. There was something there she hadn’t seen before. Som
ething that touched a deep place inside her that she had kept under lock and key for so long.

  “I do, Trent,” she whispered as she cupped his face with her hands.

  He smiled in triumph the same second he thrust inside her. He was balls-deep with one push and she moaned loudly as her eyes crossed, her mind cleared and there was only him.

  Trent held on to his control with a death grip. She was so hot and tight around him that he wanted to ride her until she wouldn’t remember anything or anyone else but him.

  But he didn’t want to hurt her. He held his place, letting her adjust to his size. He swore he was hard enough to punch a hole in a brick wall.

  He stared down at her as she moaned and her pussy clenched around him. She was so beautiful with her cheeks flushed and her fire-colored hair spread out around her head.

  He wasn’t sure why he had pushed so hard to get her to admit she wanted him, and not just for sex, but he had needed to hear it. He could see the truth in her eyes whenever she looked at him.

  Trent knew she would try to push him away again but he wasn’t going to have it.

  Then she lifted her hips suddenly and ground against him. His thoughts scattered and his control slipped away.

  He pulled out and slammed back home inside her, loving the sexy noises that were ripped from her throat.

  Watching her eyes glaze over, he knew she was close to coming again. He wasn’t going to disappoint her.

  He lifted his weight onto his knees and filled his hands with her perfectly rounded ass. Pulling her hips up, her legs spread wider and he drove downward into her over and over again.

  Her moans got louder and her thighs tensed. He didn’t slow his pace but knew if he tilted his hips just a little he could hit her G-spot.

  She screamed and her pussy clamped around him. His cock couldn’t take any more and he spilled inside her, deep and hard.

  Chapter Eleven

  Trent woke alone and knew Fiona was downstairs in the kitchen. She was fighting what was between them harder than he was. He just couldn’t figure out why. He hadn’t told her about Granny’s warning and he didn’t think Granny had mentioned it either.