Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  She attempted to bite his arm and laughed. “A beast virgin?”

  “One of us is,” he sneered and lowered his hand, grasping her entire labia with his fingers.

  Her body tensed and grew rigid.

  “Yes, there you are,” he purred to her ear and gave her a gentle tug, caressing her with his warm fingers.

  “I will kill you,” she growled.

  Payne remained silent as he let go of her clit and ripped her blouse open. Grasping her breast, he thumbed her hardened nipple. “Tsk-tsk, there’ll be no killing today.” His beast voice echoed out and the glass in the small cabin window rattled.

  She stilled at the echoing voice. “I remember who you are now,” she seethed at him. “The great King Malias. We’ve never been formally introduced, have we?” Her laugh sounded evil. “I’m Serena Giovanni and I’ve seen your grisly work, first hand.”

  Payne stilled.

  “You kill Mergers for sport.”

  He blinked and turned to flesh.

  Serena took full advantage of his hesitation and flipped around. “Are you going to kill me too?” Her eyes glowed at him.

  He tilted his head at her.

  “You don't remember all of your sins do you, oh king of beasts?” She laughed.

  Payne continued to stare at her.

  “How many?” she asked.

  He shook his head.

  “How many, Malias?” she taunted. “How many women have you taken and killed with your animal lust?”

  “You don’t know what you’re saying, you’re crazy with—”

  Serena flew at him, scratching wildly at his chest and face.

  Payne grabbed her and faced her back to the table. “There's one I missed, apparently,” he growled and pulled her shoulder holster from her, tossing it to the chair next to his gun. He swiftly tore the rest of her clothes away and planted her nude body firmly back up against the table. “I believe there's something strange going on here and I intend to find out how it is we seem to know each other.”

  Serena growled and seemed to ignore his gentle explanation as she fought him while her nails scored the wood of the table. She went to full beast and howled loudly, her breasts pressed against the wood while she panted and fought. “Get it over with then—just rape me like you’ve done to countless others!”

  Rage swept through him, a pure blinding pulse of simmering fury. He closed his eyes and released a breath to control his lust while he fought the urge to take her by force. Yes, how many? Memories flooded his mind from the days of old, when women would sacrifice their lives just to be his. His beast blood surged through his veins, ages of existence rippling through him of a time when he simply took what was before him.

  Serena held herself rigidly in his steel like grasp.

  Payne drew a deep breath and released it while lowering his fingers to her clit again, stroking her with slow, soothing circles.

  After a long moment, she let out a low throaty moan.

  He kissed the skin along her neck and tweaked a nipple, his hot breath in her ear. She lifted her hips up against him as he plunged his fingers into her, sliding them in and out.

  Serena slid herself on his fingers with need, her juices flowing out with his thrusts, moaning low with unbridled delight.

  The throaty sound vibrated through him while he fought his beast. The ancient call of her female chimera voice brought up a powerful beastly urge in him. Take her for yourself. No need for her to have pleasure. Just take her—it is your right.

  Serena panted hard and thrashed around while he held her body in his hands.

  He raised her body up and lay her on her back.

  Her skin rippled from beast to flesh and back. “Give me,” she faltered breathlessly. “Give me...”

  Payne gazed down at her silky skin, his gold eyes traveling from her creamy stomach to her heaving breasts, her rosy nipples erect while her long, dark hair lie spread out on the table. “I’ve waited for this.” He spread her thighs open and growled low. “Mmm.” He lowered his face between her legs and circled her clit with his tongue.

  Her head rose up and her eyes rounded.

  He dipped his tongue into her pussy and his fingers reached up to caress her clit.

  “Ahh!” Her body jumped as moisture seeped from her. “No, I can’t stand it,” she pleaded.

  Payne smiled on her skin, continuing his tongue-lashing, and reached up with his free hand to pinch her nipple with repeated caressing and tweaking. He continued to work on her body with his tongue and fingers using a relentless and skilled precision.

  “Unh,” she helplessly panted while swallowing heavy gulps of air. “Take...”

  At the sweet, throaty, desperate sound in her voice, he paused. “Take what is mine?”

  Her eyes glowed at him with need. “Yes!”

  He growled low and altered to marbled beast as he pulled her close to him, bent her knees, and thrust high into her.

  Sabrina screamed with the marbled thrust and the glass cover on the oil lamp shattered.

  He thrust into her repeatedly, hard and deep, his mind full of the world in which he‘d ruled an existence full of lust and blood, war and battles. A mate after a thousand years of waiting—your mate.

  Panting and howling while thrusting back with wild abandon, Sabrina’s body tensed with a rigid, sensuous heaving. Her skin rippled with color as she went into a full orgasm.

  Grasping her legs, he slowly spread them wide open while he gazed into her glowing eyes and pulled his hips back. He reveled in her helpless ecstasy while he marbled solidly and with a spear-like thrust, he plunged deep into her while he came.

  Rising from the table, their bodies swiveled around as he held her hips with a fierce grip. Tugging her knees forward, he secured them to embrace his hips while his heat flowed into her and they floated aloft in the darkened room.

  The room lit up with a bright, fierce light and the walls rumbled as he grew to full spectered beast. An unearthly sound rumbled through the room with a great deafening violence, the glass of the windows crackling with the waves of it. The king of old was there in him—the power he ruled with vibrated through the room like a living thing.

  The flame from the oil lamp rose with a hiss, the glass well exploding with the heat. The table shimmed with a loud tapping across the bare wood floor.

  She gazed into his blazing eyes, her body shuddering with his flowing heat. The power infused orgasm was shooting through her as he held her aloft, those glowing eyes gazing back at her.

  “You were meant to be my queen—the only female in a thousand years to bear my spectering and survive. A Merger, of all things strange in the world, is now Queen of the Lycians!” He threw his head back with cruel laughter and the room grew instantly cold with the sound.

  Serena gasped at the fierce expression he wore while the unearthly chill rolled over her and her breath blew out in frosted puffs. Her head fell back and she wept, her body quivering uncontrollably. “Oh...” she moaned breathlessly.

  Payne held her firmly and floated them back down.

  “Victor?” Valentine’s blue eyes gazed at him.

  Silent, he lay her gently down to the table.

  She wept loudly and he grabbed her up, holding her close while she cried into his shoulder.

  “That was really you?”

  “Yes, the old me... From a long time ago. It was your beast who brought him back.” He sighed.

  “Why did you take me like that?”

  “It’s what we do when a female turns—we mate and if we don't, you will kill anything crossing your path.” He sighed loudly.

  “Kill?” Valentine went limp in his arms.

  Payne turned to flesh. “Marla Rose.” His mind came alive with the full memory of her. She came back to me despite all of it. He caressed her lovely, pale face. “And, I won't let you go again.” He floated them over and lay her spent body on the narrow bed, tugging an old blanket over her.

  He sat down next to the bed while
she slept peacefully. She would be out for hours. His gaze softened. We part, to live separate lives, and then we find each other all over again, because we’re made for each other. And we will stay together, he vowed.

  Looking around at the sparse cabin, he stared at the small space. What in the hell will I give her to wear? I ripped her clothes to shreds. He rolled his eyes with wicked humor. Well, I am a beast after all. Payne stilled as he realized with her appearance into his life again, he was experiencing something he’d never known before. Happiness? Yes, I’ve heard about it, but never believed it was real.

  The jubilant feeling almost scared him and he forced it aside as he stood up to search through the small room.

  A rattling came from the door and it swung open. A female Aborigine stepped through the open doorway and gaped at the tall man who wore no clothes.

  Payne studied her native style dress. Mmm, just about the right size. He gave her his most charming, wicked grin.

  ~* * * *~

  Valentine awoke, as they were aloft in the speeding air. She gasped and held onto his shoulders with an apprehensive grip.

  “Sleep well?” he asked.

  “Your face, Payne. It's all scratched up!”

  “Aww, it's nothing, you should see my back,” he joked with a smile.

  “What the hell is going on?”

  He stared down at her. “Don’t tell me that you don’t...”

  Startled by his reaction, she studied his face.

  “You don't remember me?”

  Valentine smiled. “Of course I do, my king.”

  Payne let out a relieved breath. “Good, because if I have to do more convincing, I think I’ll go crazy!”

  “I was just wondering why we’re in the air, is all.” She peered down at her clothing. “And why am I wearing a weird dress?”

  Payne laughed with relief.

  “But, I do need to know how this all came to be.” Valentine reached her fingers out to touch the clouds passing by them.

  “What do you mean?”

  “I remember being at the Rayne Estate.” She bit her lip.

  “And?” he prompted.

  “Now we’re here.” She shook her head. “Wherever here is?”

  He grew silent and his body grew rigid.

  Valentine peered at his face. “And who scratched you up like that?”

  “You, sweet V.” He shook his head with a sigh.

  “What?”

  “You’re definitely missing some time, sweetheart.”

  “How much time?”

  Payne avoided her intense gaze as he stared ahead. “A year?”

  “What?”

  “It’ll come back,” he assured her.

  “So, what did we do together for a whole year?”

  “Now, Valentine—”

  “Just tell me!”

  “We weren’t together...the entire time.” He let out an exasperated sigh.

  “What do you mean?”

  “Oh! We’re here!” He dropped down and set her on the ground.

  “Where are we, Payne?” She gazed around.

  He stared at the bungalows. “Australia?”

  “And, why are we in Australia?”

  “Do you remember Barbie?”

  She nodded. “Yes, we captured her.”

  Payne shook his head.

  Valentine drew in a sharp breath. “Where is she?”

  “Here in the Outback.” He watched the lively Aborigine guides as they came up the path.

  “Payne!” Binja called as he grinned and rushed over.

  “And who are these guys?”

  “Our guides, Valentine. The one with the huge smile is Binja and the other one is your guide. His name is...,” he paused with a nudging smile. “Gimmie.”

  Binja and Gimmie took careful steps closer while they stared at her.

  She blinked at their astonished expressions.

  “Her hair!” Binja squeaked.

  “Oh, the Dreamers touched her!” Gimmie’s dark eyes rolled while he slumped in a faint against Binja.

  Valentine raised her hands to her hair. “What?” Her gaze swung to Payne.

  He stepped back.

  “What’s wrong with my hair?”

  Binja whistled. “Oh, Mister Payne, you bad man, you.” He shook his head. “You change her, you sexy Jungle beast!”

  “What the hell is he talking about, Payne?”

  “Mirror in the bungalow.” Binja pointed at the huts.

  Valentine glared at Payne and strode toward the huts.

  Binja shook his head at the tall cop. “What you do, big man?”

  “Um—well?” He put his tongue to his inside cheek.

  Valentine screamed from the hut.

  Payne jerked his head up.

  “Oh my, you in big trouble, Jungle Beast.” Binja batted his eyes at his boss.

  ~* * * *~

  Valentine stared at her reflection as two half-inch white streaks were painted on both sides of her head and ran the entire length of her dark hair. “How?”

  “You became my mate,” Payne answered from the doorway.

  “So, to mark the occasion you died my hair?”

  He sighed and crossed the room. “Apparently, I spectered to full beast while we were—”

  “I’m really beginning to get mad here!” She placed her hands on her hips.

  “I know it's hard to understand.”

  “Hard to understand?” she shouted at him. “I look like Mortica Adams for fuck’s sake!”

  He smiled wickedly at her.

  “And don't you dare do it!” She pointed her finger at him. “One crack, Mister, and you will regret it!” She peered at her reflection again. “Or maybe, I should say the bride of Frankenstein?”

  At the comical comparison, he chuckled. “Something like that, I suppose.”

  “Yeah, and I should rip the nasty bolts from your beastly neck!” She glared at him.

  “You nearly ripped my skin from me in any case!” He raised his brows. “You were one wild—”

  “No sly, witty remarks, I said!” Valentine glared at his mirrored image.

  “I was only going to say that you were one wild, beautiful beast.”

  “I will just...,” she faltered. “Dye it back, I suppose.”

  “It won't work.”

  “And, why not?”

  He sighed. “You’re a full chimera now and the power which ran through you did this. It’s sort of like a supernatural jolt of electricity and dye won't penetrate that.”

  “You lost me at chimera, Payne.”

  He lowered his head. “I can’t fill you in on all of it, but it will all come back, okay?”

  “And, that’s another thing.”

  “What?”

  She released a troubled breath. “You promised I wouldn’t get wiped.”

  “I know.”

  “Then why did it happen?” Valentine turned around to face him.

  “When they went to wipe Sabrina, you were instantly wiped.”

  “And then?”

  He looked away. “I just...”

  “Allowed it?”

  “I really had no—”

  “Ooh!” she screeched. “You gave us up!”

  He stepped closer.

  “Don't!” Her hands rose to halt him.

  “You were wiped and it was a Merger thing...at least that’s what the Mesmers said.”

  “You gave us up!”

  “Maybe.”

  “So, you just what?” She was breathing fast with rage. “Dropped me off in the middle of the street and flew on your beastly merry way?”

  “No!”

  “I was a fool to think that you,” she halted. “A beast king could maybe—have the same feelings as...” Tears filled her eyes. “Get out!”

  “It was the worst thing I’ve ever felt,” he whispered.

  Valentine turned her back as though he hadn’t spoken. “You just walked away and left me with a blank mind!”

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p; “I did not.”

  “Well, you sure as hell didn't stick around, did you?” she accused, as the room grew quiet.

  “Just change your clothes. We need to get after this killer.” Payne’s voice sounded flat and cold.

  Valentine spun around. “She’s killing again?”

  “That‘s why we’re here, Valentine.”

  “Fine, we catch her and then...”

  Payne gazed into her eyes.

  “You can go back to being the king!”

  “I gave all that up.”

  “Well, whatever!” She shrugged her shoulders.

  He strode to the door and halted. “I was wiped, too.”

  She shivered at his words, but gave no reply.

  Payne shut the door.

  Stomping her foot with a surge of aggravation, Valentine looked around. She spotted a suitcase in the closet and jerked the bag out, slamming it to the bed. Halting, she peered at the odd dress she wore and peeked down through the collar. No bra or underwear. A glimpse of him ripping them from her body floated through her mind, and she could see his angry eyes glowing at her. He raped me? She shook her head. No, he wouldn’t do that.

  Valentine grew even more bewildered as she realized these were indeed her clothes in the case. Looking around the room, she searched for her holstered gun, spotting it on the bureau by the door. A loud humming sound pelted from above the shack while she pulled the dress off and glanced into the mirror. Purplish bruises glared back from her hips and thighs.

  An eerie image lit up in her mind, of the room glowing with a bizarre light flashing blindly while the sound of glass shattering rang from all around. She shivered and sat down to pull her pants on. What the hell happened? Her hands shook while she tugged on her boots. She stood, adjusted her gun and opened the door.

  A helicopter landed in the clearing and her eyes narrowed as she spotted a lone woman stepping to the edge of the copter door.

  Payne reached up and lifted her down.

  Sabrina! Valentine trembled with rage and saw her twin cling to him. Oh! An ugly jolt of jealousy bolted through her.

  The pair moved away from the copter and made their way to the Bungalow. The animated Binja moved behind them, his eyes wide as he followed.

  Valentine yanked her gun from the holster. “I’ve been looking for you.”

  Sabrina didn’t blink. “And, I you.”