The Jaded Hunter
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"I’ve never listened very well."
"Then we are both doomed," he sighed with feigned sorrow, though nothing could wipe the pleasure from his face, "for I am ordered to kill you if you disobey me."
"Really?" she preened. Leaning back, she batted her eyelashes coquettishly at him. "Well you know I stand to inherit a lot of money. What if I pay you off? Would you promise not to tell on me if I was bad?"
"It is not your money I’m after," Tyr growled with a seductive proposition to his low words. His lips devoured her neck with licks and kisses. His fangs brushed over her skin. As he moved, his body pressed against her. His thick arousal stood ready and waiting for her touch. "And I must insist that you are bad. We are vampires after all. We have a reputation to uphold."
"Then get me out of here," Jaden said, her eyes round and serious, but so very pleased. "I can kidnap some child for the council another night."
"With pleasure, m’lady." Tyr sped off into the night, into their eternity, carrying her in his steady arms. "And where would you like me to take you?"
"I know of a sunlit field where no one can find us," she whispered, tenderly stroking his long hair back from his handsome face. "And, if I remember correctly, you know how to get us there. Oh, then we can battle those knights you mentioned. And didn’t you say something about jumping off a castle wall and--?"
Tyr’s laughter rang out. He cut off her words with a deep kiss that left the vampiress completely breathless, which was hard to do since she didn’t need air. The sultry sound of his laughter continued, fading behind them, wicked with intent, full of promise.
"Yes, my love," he murmured into the parting night, planting kisses along her neck. His hands explored up her body, not waiting for the comforts of a bed. They blurred into the surrounding darkness like the wind, as he whispered, "You’ll have to close your eyes for I’m going to have to kiss you to get there."
THE END
A Sneak Peak of
Tribes of the Vampire 3:
ETERNALLY BOUND
By
Michelle M Pillow
COMING SOON FROM NCP
Eastwich Manor, England, Spring 1896
Dark eyes pierced easily through the shadows of the dense trees. The lone figure stayed silent, in the darkness, watching the pair pass close by him. Curiosity caused the old vampire to stop and watch the brother and sister as they entered the forest. He had smelled the carnage of blood easily as he whisked his way home.
His sensitive ears detected their whispered words without difficulty, just as his eyes saw every detail of their forms. The girl was slender, just new into her womanhood. Her features appeared as if they had only just emerged from the chubbiness of youth- - so fresh was her complexion, so unmarked by mortal time, even if it was marred by the crimson streaking of blood. Her face was pale from her late night tryst into the forest, but he could tell it would be the color of peaches once her color returned.
The man, Henry, was taller, slender in such a way that was popular with mortal men of this era. He carried himself with an air of importance, but the vampire could smell his fear--and not just fear of this night, but of all nights, all things. He was a timid creature, frail and a failure. He reeked of implausible ideas and never realized dreams. He was a drifter--a man who would float through his life on his family’s money. This was a man who would never accomplish anything of importance. The blood within Henry’s veins would taste just as insipid as the man himself. The vampire had no interest in the man, content to let Henry have his half-existence.
However, the woman was a different matter altogether. She was definitely the more interesting of the two. The vampire turned his attention back to her. Closing his eyes, he tried to read into the woman’s thoughts, hear her secrets. Her mind was blank, numb. This interested him. She agreed to help her brother, but she did not have the raging, incoherent thoughts of a killer. On the other hand, her mind did not drown in cynicisms as one use to witnessing such dire acts as was the case with Bobbies in London. She was a pampered girl, spoiled no doubt by the look of her rich gown, and yet here she faced that which most men could not stomach to do.
The vampire frowned, moving stealthily to walk behind the brother and sister, knowing they led the way through the trees to an abandoned cottage. The mortals’ feet crunched lightly on the fallen twigs and leaves of the forest floor. The woman stumbled, her foot left only to the protection of a tattered stocking. He could smell the blood on her foot as she walked, the scent stirring up from her, temptingly sweet. She didn’t make a sound.
It was a short walk to the cottage. The vampire kept himself hidden from them with the will of his mind. He concentrated, hearing the heartbeat inside the woman’s chest. He had just eaten and yet he had the urge to feed again. The need was overwhelmingly strong. Her blood would be pleasant against his tongue, strong, pure, vigorous, erotic. It would fill him with energy and life. He could smell its intoxicating potency. He wanted her. He wanted to drink from her slender neck, her ample breasts, her opened thighs. It had been a long time since his body had been quickened by the smell of his food.
The vampire breathed deeply of her scent, moving to whisk by her neck to better smell her. He was not disappointed. He felt chills rise on her flesh as he passed by. She sensed his nearness. He let her.
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