The Lone Hunt

by L. L. Raand

  Synopsis

  A world of violent passions and inhuman hungers explodes as ancient taboos and primal desires collide.

  Wolf Were Alpha Sylvan Mir wants nothing more than to keep her pregnant mate Drake safe in their secluded stronghold, deep in the heart of the Adirondack Mountains, but enemies, political and praetern, force her into battle. Sylvan must confront the Vampire Chancellor Francesca, a one-time lover, about her part in a recent attack on Mir Laboratories—a confrontation that will test Sylvan’s alliance with the Vampires and lead to war. Francesca’s enforcer Michel, with a secret sexual conquest in Sylvan’s Pack and a Were centuri newly-turned Vampire, Lara under her command, may have divided loyalties, too. Lara, born to fight in service to the Were alpha, finds herself caught between two worlds, belonging to neither, and her unexpected obsession with an enemy Alpha puts ancient loyalties to the test. In a world where humans and praeterns conspire for the ultimate power, violence is a way of life...and death.

  A Midnight Hunters novel.

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  The Lone Hunt

  © 2013 By L.L. Raand. All Rights Reserved.

  ISBN 13: 978-1-60282-899-5

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  First Edition: March 2013

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Credits

  Editors: Ruth Sternglantz and Stacia Seaman

  Production Design: Stacia Seaman

  Cover Design By Sheri (GraphicArtist2020@hotmail.com)

  By Radclyffe

  Romances

  Innocent Hearts

  Promising Hearts

  Love’s Melody Lost

  Love’s Tender Warriors

  Tomorrow’s Promise

  Love’s Masquerade

  shadowland

  Passion’s Bright Fury

  Fated Love

  Turn Back Time

  When Dreams Tremble

  The Lonely Hearts Club

  Night Call

  Secrets in the Stone

  Desire by Starlight

  Crossroads

  Honor Series

  Above All, Honor

  Honor Bound

  Love & Honor

  Honor Guards

  Honor Reclaimed

  Honor Under Siege

  Word of Honor

  Justice Series

  A Matter of Trust (prequel)

  Shield of Justice

  In Pursuit of Justice

  Justice in the Shadows

  Justice Served

  Justice For All

  The Provincetown Tales

  Safe Harbor

  Beyond the Breakwater

  Distant Shores, Silent Thunder

  Storms of Change

  Winds of Fortune

  Returning Tides

  Sheltering Dunes

  First Responders Novels

  Trauma Alert

  Firestorm

  Oath of Honor

  Short Fiction

  Collected Stories by Radclyffe

  Erotic Interludes: Change of Pace

  Radical Encounters

  Edited by Radclyffe:

  Best Lesbian Romance 2009-2012

  Stacia Seaman and Radclyffe, eds.:

  Erotic Interludes 2: Stolen Moments

  Erotic Interludes 3: Lessons in Love

  Erotic Interludes 4: Extreme Passions

  Erotic Interludes 5: Road Games

  Romantic Interludes 1: Discovery

  Romantic Interludes 2: Secrets

  Breathless: Tales of Celebration

  Women of the Dark Streets

  By L.L. Raand

  Midnight Hunters

  The Midnight Hunt

  Blood Hunt

  Night Hunt

  The Lone Hunt

  Acknowledgments

  I have enjoyed sci-fi/fantasy since I was young. Ray Bradbury’s Martian Chronicles is one of the first I can remember reading. Marion Zimmer Bradley’s Darkover series was among my favorites and likely influenced the writing of the Midnight Hunters series in ways I never realized until I recall how fascinated I was by her ability to create endless new stories in a world filled with magic and romance. Despite my love of the genre, I never seriously considered writing a fantasy until the hybrid genre of paranormal romance exploded onto the scene in the late twentieth century. Paranormal romance “weds” my long-standing love of gothic romance with the limitless possibility of sci-fi/fantasy. Writing an entirely new world is a challenge, but as in every book I write, character is key. The Weres and Vampires and other Praeterns in this series may be driven more by primal urges than “civilized humans,” but the traits that create heroes remain unchanged. Loyalty, passion, honor, and love are at the heart of every story. I am thankful for all the pioneers who helped create this exciting genre and to the readers who support it.

  Thanks go to Sandy Lowe, for creating the space I need to write in countless ways; to Ruth Sternglantz for friendship and editorial expertise; to my first readers Connie, Eva, Jenny, and Paula for reading the early drafts and providing support and feedback. Cindy, Sheri, and countless others keep the wheels at BSB turning, and their skill and expertise are greatly appreciated.

  And to Lee, who shares my enthusiasm for all things fantastical—Amo te.

  Radclyffe, 2013

  For Lee, for the love of words

  Chapter One

  Lara stalked the human servant down the silent corridor into the depths of Liege Jody Gates’s lair. Hunger forced a flood of feeding hormones into her mouth. Her canines lengthened and throbbed. Her clitoris tensed in anticipation of having Zahn Logan, head of security for the Night Hunters—Jody’s Clan and one of the most powerful Dominions in the world—helpless beneath her. Lara envisioned the blonde submitting to her, imagined inducing the arrogant human to writhe in the throes of bloodlust, of driving her to orgasm with her bite. Her predator instinct surged. She growled, her wolf rising, eager for the claiming.

  “You should cage that wolf,” Zahn said without turning, her stride nearly as sensuous as the glide of a Vampire. “You dishonor your master with your lack of control.”

  “I am no one’s slave.” Lara leapt, her claws slicing the back of Zahn’s tight black T-shirt before the human twisted aside, surprising her with her speed and agility.

  Zahn spun to face her, the blade she carried in a sheath strapped to her muscular thigh now in her right hand. Silver glinted in the double-edged weapon—a Were killer. “I will feed your Vampire with pleasure, but your wolf will die on my blade.”

  Lara crouched, her wolf eyes glinting amber, her bones and muscles sliding, shifting, morphing. “I will take what I want, when I want it.”

  “No,” Zahn said softly, “you won’t. You are more than Were now. You are Vampire.”

  Lara shuddered, caught in the dark swirls of Zahn’s russet eyes. Her nipples tensed
, and tawny pelt streaked down the cleft between the rigid columns of her abdominals. The deep glands surrounding the base of her clitoris filled and she wanted to fuck. Fuck and feed. Instincts laced with pain and mindless need. “Get away from me.”

  “No. I do not fear you.” Zahn smiled, her mouth twisted in arrogant challenge. “I want to feed you.”

  “Why?” Lara growled, her vocal cords thickened with the change.

  “Because I can. Come with me, Warlord.” Zahn turned and walked on. Her flesh was scored with shallow pink gouges beneath the torn black shirt, but she was nearly healed. She wasn’t immortal like the ethereal Vampires she served, but her raw power and sexual allure were nearly as potent.

  Warlord. The word cut through the frenzy clouding Lara’s senses. She had once been centuri, one of the elite guard protecting the wolf Were Alpha. Now she was a Vampire’s general, the commander of an army on the verge of war. She had lost her Pack, her station, and her honor when she had died and been resurrected as a Vampire, but she could still fight. She could still kill the enemies who had taken everything.

  Lara gathered her will and forced her wolf to withdraw. She would not let Zahn witness her loss of control, would not let Zahn have the satisfaction of goading her into sex frenzy. Zahn might be faster, stronger, more resistant to injury than an ordinary human, but she was still human. And Lara would not let a human hold power over her, even when the human offered her blood and sex, all that she now craved. “You will not need your blade, Capitaine. It is your blood we will spill.”

  A fine shudder ran through Zahn’s muscular body. The pleasure of the Vampire’s bite was magnified a thousand times for those of her line. She had been born to answer a Vampire’s call, the urge to sustain her master’s lineage with the unique chemicals in her blood a primal instinct. And Lara was of her master’s blood. She ached to feed her. She slid the blade into the leather sheath with a flick of her wrist, so fast only a Praetern could have followed the motion. “Come, Vampire. Take what I offer.”

  Lara was beside her in an instant, her claws pressing into Zahn’s lower back. She smelled Zahn’s need, rich and verdant. She sensed the beat of her heart, strong and seductive. “Hurry. I want you in my mouth.”

  Zahn’s hands trembled as she opened the door with a key she withdrew from a pocket in her leather pants. Lara followed her into one of the many chambers in the underground stronghold where Gates and her consort, and Gates’s Vampire soldiers, spent the daylight hours guarded by their human servants.

  The dim room was warm and windowless. A large bed filled the space, centered on the wall opposite the door. Silky dark-chocolate sheets covered the surface, and a row of matching satin pillows was piled against the mahogany headboard. A royal blue brocade settee, angled in one corner as if waiting for a third participant to arrive, was the only other piece of furniture. The room held no dressers, no night tables, no armoires. Just the bed and the empty settee. A space for feeding—for blood and sex and pleasure-pain. Lara’s thighs tensed as her wolf surged again, long denied but still strong. Still eager to hunt.

  Taking a breath, keeping a short leash on the prowling predator raging to chase, to capture, to take, Lara closed the door behind her and forced herself to wait while the human walked to the side of the bed and methodically began to disrobe. As humans went, Zahn was attractive—as elegant and beautiful as any of the Vampire guard who answered to her, although Zahn was blond, and most of Gates’s Vampires were black haired and blue eyed. Strange that a human should hold such a lofty position as head of a Dominion’s security forces, but Lara did not know all the political nuances of the Vampire world in which she suddenly found herself. Wolf packs were controlled not by politics, but by power alone. The Alpha ruled through sheer force of will, cunning, and physical dominance. Before she was turned, Lara had succumbed on occasion to the seductive thrall of a Vampire’s power and experienced blood ecstasy herself. Like many Weres, she enjoyed the intense pleasure accompanying a Vampire’s bite, but she had always distrusted the Vampire alliances that shifted as easily as a battle won or lost, where trusts were betrayed for fleeting advantage. She walked on the side of the Vampires because she had no choice. She was one of them now, and better to fight where she had a place than to die a slow death every day among the Weres, where she no longer belonged.

  Lara locked the door.

  Zahn stripped off her tattered shirt and turned to Lara, her high breasts gleaming in the slanting glow of lights tucked away, unseen, in corners. Her nipples were two tight, dark disks on the pale flushed beauty of her breasts. Her muscled abdomen rose and fell in shallow bursts. Her arousal skated over Lara’s tongue and flooded her throat with pheromones. Lara’s canines jutted, elongating, scraping the tender inner surface of her lower lip. She tasted her own blood, subtly changed. A metallic undertone tingled in her throat. Her sex glands bulged, full and ready, forcing her engorged clitoris to extrude. The red haze of bloodlust curtained her vision. It would be easy, so easy, to surrender and take what had been offered. The host had come willingly, agreeing to feed her, making no demands, giving no restrictions.

  She was free to take—to plunge her canines into the etched column of Zahn’s throat, to drink her ferrous-rich blood until her cells were empowered, until her sex throbbed, full and potent. Until she was satisfied.

  “You should have a second,” Lara said. Her wolf rose to the call of blood just as her Vampire parts thirsted, and she could not hold her back completely. Zahn was not safe without a guard of her own if Lara lost control.

  “I need no second.” Zahn unstrapped her knife sheath and tossed it onto the brocade settee, out of reach, a deliberate show of confidence and superiority. “I can meet all your needs.”

  Lara leapt and dug her claws into Zahn’s naked shoulders, forcing her down onto the bed. She straddled Zahn’s hips, pressing her torso to the bed with extended arms. She didn’t draw blood yet—once she did, she wouldn’t stop. She dropped her head over Zahn’s face, the curtain of her own chestnut hair framing Zahn’s high cheekbones and arched jaw. The pulse of Zahn’s blood beneath the unblemished skin of her throat was a siren’s call. She flashed her canines and Zahn gasped. “You don’t know what I need.”

  “You’re wrong.” Zahn gripped Lara’s black BDUs and tore them down the length of her thighs on both sides.

  “Am I?” Centering her hand on Zahn’s chest, Lara raised up enough to pull off the shreds of her pants. Her sex throbbed in time with her heart, driving all thoughts save one from her consciousness. Take her. Take her. Lara rumbled a warning.

  “Yes,” Zahn whispered, sweat beading in the hollow of her throat. She reached between them and peeled the leather from her hips. Bowing beneath Lara, she angled her hips and rubbed against Lara’s lower body. She was wet, her flesh hot and open. Fingers digging into the hard muscles of Lara’s ass, she arched her neck, exposing the great vessels that pulsed vibrantly beneath the surface of her slick skin. “Take my blood. Take my body. I am ready.”

  Lara snarled. This human sought to control her by offering what made her weak. She needed blood. She craved sex. She ached to lose herself in the taking. And if she did, she would give up what little power she still had. She gathered Zahn’s wrists in one hand and pinned her arms above her head, the skin beneath her fingers as delicate as porcelain against the rich chocolate sheets. As strong as Zahn was, she was stronger—she could rip her throat open, tear her heart from her chest, bleed her dry. Slowly, body quivering with the effort to control her bloodlust, to contain the sex frenzy, Lara lowered her head until the points of her canines indented Zahn’s skin but did not break through.

  “Beg me,” Lara whispered. Don’t let me kill you.

  Zahn struggled for sanity in the cloud of pheromones seducing her senses—rich wolf Were stimulants flooded her blood, Vampire thrall enticed her very cells. Every inch of her screamed for the Vampire bite that would transport her, for the Were body that would release her. Never had she ached so much t
o be bitten, to be drunk, to be filled. To be fucked.

  “Oh God.” Zahn groaned and wrapped her legs around Lara’s hips, forcing her tense clitoris against Lara’s. “Please. Bite me. Fill me. I need. Oh God, I need.”

  Lara’s eyes glowed the amber of her Wolf shot through with flame as she drove her Vampire canines into Zahn’s throat, releasing the erotostimulants that turned pain into pleasure, transformed sacrifice to scorching satisfaction. Zahn cried out and orgasmed, her sex throbbing against Lara’s.

  Lara swallowed, her cells expanding with the rush of life, her clitoris taut, swollen, pounding for release. She thrust her hips and slipped between Zahn’s drenched folds, sliding easily into her cleft, lodging there, tight and hot.

  Zahn thrashed, another orgasm crashing through her. She scored Lara’s back with her nails, the distant pain a grace note to the agonizing pleasure. Lara thrust and swallowed, thrust and swallowed, taking life with every swallow, releasing her essence with every thrust, the victus thick and rich with borrowed life. She shuddered, close, so close to the final shattering release her wolf craved. Her skin burned, her breath tore from her in tortured sobs. She couldn’t empty, couldn’t find the ultimate satisfaction without—

  Lara’s need called to Zahn as her masters’ had called to those of her line for millennia. She tightened her grip on Lara’s shoulders and jolted upward, sinking her teeth into Lara’s shoulder, breaking the skin, drawing blood.

  A shaft of pain arrowed into the deepest reaches of Lara’s sex and she exploded, her glands emptying, her clitoris spasming in the depths of Zahn’s flesh. Zahn sucked at the bite she’d made and came again.