DarkHunger

by Aminta Reily

  “Be sure this is what you want. Your father will be very upset when he finds that you will take the Scion’s mark instead of the Lone Wolf’s mark.”

  Tyler shook his head. “I understand.”

  “Then it shall be. You will become my brother, and we do anything for our brothers, including kill.”

  “So be it.”

  Tyler smiled before making his way out of the den. He knew he was about to do something against his father’s will, but he didn’t care one damn bit. He wanted Kayla and he would have her before that vampire touched her.

  * * * *

  After a long day of shopping, Julia helped Kayla prepare the perfect romantic dinner. They prepared a garden salad and clam soup. For the main course, she prepared steak and potatoes and strawberry shortcake for dessert. They picked out a large bottle of red wine that would go great with the steak.

  Once everything was done , they had to pick out an outfit. They went through her closet twice before finding, correction, Julia finding a dress. Julia had made her put on one of the sluttiest dresses she had in the closet. It kept rising up when she walked and Julia told her it was perfect. The spaghetti-strapped black dress swung just below her thighs and it clung to her like second skin.

  “Why did I let you talk me into this?” Kayla asked as she made her way downstairs and into the kitchen.

  Julia stopped setting up the table and turned to look at her. “Girl, you look good. That’s why.”

  “I feel like a whore. What is this dress really saying?”

  “It’s saying that I want a second date,” Julia told her. “Don’t worry. You look great. Ian will get a hard-on just looking at you.”

  “That’s not exactly the look I was going for.”

  “What look are you going for then?”

  “More class. I want to be known as a businesswoman, not a stripper.”

  Julia walked up to her. “Have I ever given you bad advice before?”

  Kayla placed her hands on her hips and nodded.

  “Well, not in the past year. Geez, you never let go of anything.”

  Kayla laughed. “Well I did have a bruise from hell after that last stunt.”

  “That was in high school. Besides, we are not in high school, and Ian is not a boy. This dress looks wonderful on you. It’s not too short, and it doesn’t make you look like a slut. I promise you that.”

  Kayla knew that her friend would never do anything to embarrass her. If Julia said it looked good, then she would take her advice. “Thanks for your help today with everything.”

  “You’re welcome. The food is in the oven warming and dessert is in the refrigerator.”

  “I don’t know how I could have pulled this off without you.”

  “That’s what friends are for.” Julia hugged her quickly. “I’m leaving. It is five to eight and Ian should be here at any moment. Knock him dead.”

  Kayla laughed as Julia walked out the door.

  Kayla went to the kitchen to check on everything. Her stomach felt like butterflies were having a party in it. She had never been so nervous in her life.

  She jumped when the doorbell rang.

  He’s here. It’s now or never.

  She took a deep breath and headed towards the door. When she opened it, she was taken aback by Ian. He stood there wearing brown slacks and a light brown-buttoned shirt. He had his golden hair hanging past his shoulders. She immediately remembered the dream and how soft his hair felt when she threaded her fingers through it. How his body felt pressed against her naked flesh. Her skin burned at the thought of him touching her like he did in her dreams.

  “Good evening,” she finally spoke.

  Ian watched her closely. He hadn’t responded to her, and she wondered if the dress had been too much.

  “Hello, beautiful. I’m sorry. You took my breath away for a moment,” Ian told her. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the back of it.

  “I’m glad you like,” she said with a smile.

  “Hmmm, I love,” he teased.

  “This way.”

  As he closed the door, she knew it would be a difficult night. Her body stirred just from seeing him. So, how in the hell would she make it through this date without making a fool of herself by offering him her body? Ian said that he wanted to get to know her first and she wanted to get to know him. She didn’t know if he was a killer. She didn’t know anything about him besides his name and he had a very impressive hard-on when she was pressed against him.

  Oh, very bad thought, Kayla.

  She was ashamed that her panties were soaked already. She would have to make an excuse to run upstairs to change them.

  “The food smells wonderful. I hope you didn’t go through too much trouble. I’m not a picky eater.”

  “Oh, no. My friend, Julia helped me most of the day. I usually cook for myself and friends only. It was nice to cook for someone besides myself. Have a seat and I will be back with dinner.”

  Kayla went into the kitchen to get the food. She opened the oven, but stopped before grabbing the hot plates with her bare hands. She turned to reach for the mitts and let out a low scream at Ian standing directly behind her.

  “Oh, Ian,” she spoke softly. “I thought you were sitting.”

  Ian towered over her, making her feel so small next to him. His hand touched her shoulder. A shiver wrecked her body before she could control it.

  She took a deep breath. Her gaze went to the spot where his hand touched, then she looked into his baby blue eyes.

  Kayla didn’t know if they stood there five seconds or five minutes just staring at each other. Ian’s finger moved and the moment it did a bolt of lightning shot through her body.

  “I’m sorry,” Ian finally broke the silence. “I came in here to help you. I know that you have been cooking all day for me, and I feel a little bad about that.”

  Kayla swallowed the lump in her throat. “It’s fine. I enjoyed every moment of it. I just hope you enjoy it. You can go have a seat and I’ll bring it out to you.”

  Ian nodded and took his hand away, which made her feel empty on the inside the moment he did. Gathering her composure, she grabbed the oven mitts, then grabbed the plates from the oven. As she walked back into the dining room, she knew this would be a long night.

  * * * *

  Cage Vasser pulled deeper at the young woman’s throat. Her blood flowed into him like a river. The more he pulled, the more he wanted. She clung to him like a lifeline, not knowing that her life hung on the edge at this moment. With only a couple more pulls, she would be dead. The beast inside him roared to life. He wanted her life. She clawed at his back, her body grinding against him. Her moans vibrated off the walls of the motel room.

  The visions of her life went through him, image after image about her past. Her pain. Her joys. Her wants. Her needs. She was so alone and her pleasure came from giving her body away to others for money. Being a prostitute was the only way she knew how to make money.

  “Do it,” she moaned loudly. “Take me, Cage.”

  Cage tore his mouth away from her throat. She went limp in his arms. He wouldn’t kill her, but he wanted to make her so weak that she wouldn’t be able to move. Tonight, he would do things to her that no man would ever think about doing to a female. After that, he would make her forget her lifestyle and try to do what needed to be done to make her life better.

  He stroked her blonde hair, then laid her on the bed.

  A shadow appeared in front of him, making him growl. He didn’t want to be bothered with any ghosts this evening. He wanted to be free. Fuck this human until he had his fill.

  “You must go and help them,” the shadow whispered.

  Cage looked at the woman, her skirt had risen above her thighs and he knew she wasn’t wearing any panties. He had the perfect view of her pussy.

  “Vampire, listen. Your need is overwhelming your judgment.”

  “No,” Cage growled. “You ghosts think that you can just pop into my life w
henever you want.”

  “You are the gateway.”

  Cage moved his dreadlocks from his face. During the last century, he let them grow long, and now his hair touched the middle of his back. Women seemed to like them on him. They always said that his golden dreadlocks, his chocolate colored skin tone, and silver colored eyes were the perfect mixture for him.

  “I may be, but now the gateway is closed. I want to fuck, and either you can stand there and watch and remember what it feels like, or you can leave. It’s been many months since I let myself be pleasured by a woman. I need energy to feed my spirit, and she will do it.”

  The shadow floated over to the woman lying on the bed. “A woman? You call this a woman? She’s so full of drugs that you didn’t have to drain her that much to be with her. She would have been with you for free.” The shadow floated back to him.

  “Go away.”

  “Cage, it’s your time. Go to them. They are in need.”

  “Who are them you keep talking about?”

  “The Night Hunters.”

  “Fuck no. I left the Night Hunters a long time ago. Now leave.”

  Cage pulled his shirt off and was prepared to do exactly what he wanted to do to this female. His sexual urge was more than he could bear at the moment. He wanted to fuck, and he wanted it now.

  “No! Listen to me!”

  Cage closed his eyes, concentrating on removing this ghost. The wind in the room picked up. He couldn’t push him out with his hands, but he could do it with his powers. “Go away now or I will make it so you cannot pass over to the living anymore. You will be trapped in darkness.”

  “You wouldn’t!” the shadow yelled.

  “Oh, yes, I would.” He wanted this ghost to leave him alone. He left the Night Hunters many years ago because they used him. His powers were different from many other vampires. For one, he could see the dead, which no other vampire he met could. Sometimes he saw the future. Even if he got it wrong at times, it did help him solve some cases.

  He was done with that and he wanted to be free.

  When he opened his eyes, the shadow had disappeared. He sighed in relief that he hadn’t had to go through with his threat.

  A beep came from his phone and he knew it was an email. He almost decided not to read it, but he wanted to see why this shadow was here.

  Cage growled when he saw the email was from a young vampire named Logan. He remembered Logan when he ran into him a couple years ago. They were almost alike, free spirited vampires who did what they wanted.

  Logan needed him to come to Florida to help investigate some killings. Cage sighed, knowing that he couldn’t let the young vampire down. He did say if he needed anything to send him a message. Not that he thought he would actually need his help.

  “To Florida I go. You are lucky, young lady, because your pussy would have been sore for weeks and you would never want to fuck again.” Cage decided to clear her mind and leave immediately.

  He sent a message back to Logan, letting him know he would be there as soon as possible.

  * * * *

  After they had dinner, Ian suggested they watch a movie after a couple of long, awkward, silent moments.

  Now she sat on the sofa with him, his arms around her shoulders.

  Occasionally, his hand would massage her arm, making her quiver. Kayla couldn’t take the constant touching any longer. The movie they were watching didn’t take away the feel of his touch.

  “What’s wrong?” Ian asked her as she moved out of his embrace.

  “Nothing,” she whispered.

  “Don’t lie to me, Kayla. Talk to me. Tonight has been going great, and if I did something wrong please tell me.”

  “Oh, no, Ian,” she quickly spoke. “It’s not that you have done something wrong.”

  “What is it then?”

  How could she tell him that she was wet, and they were only hugging? Kayla looked away from him.

  “No, Kayla, don’t look away from me.”

  Ian touched the side of her face, making her tremble with desire.

  “Talk to me.” His voice was a mere whisper as he moved closer.

  Kayla couldn’t talk, but only feel. She leaned closer to him, pressed a kiss on his lips. She almost pulled away from him, knowing that she may have crossed the boundary line, but he stopped her with his fingers in her hair. He pulled her closer to him, kissing her deeply.

  This was what she wanted, him to touch her, to kiss her, to want her as much as she wanted him.

  Kayla let out a low moan when he released her lips, kissing her cheek, then moving down, leaving a hot trail as he made it to her neck. She reached up, threading her fingers in his hair, pulling him closer to her. Ian growled against her neck. She followed his lead as he pushed her back onto the sofa. Kayla let her body follow what he wanted her to do.

  Once she lay back on the sofa, he moved between her thighs.

  Ian trailed kisses down her neck to the front of her dress. She didn’t have on a bra, so she knew that her nipples where hard and in need of attention. His hands were touching everywhere. They sent tingles down her body. The touch of his lips on her nipple through her dress sent a spark of sensation showering through her body. Moisture flooded the crotch of her thong. Ian must have read her mind as he pulled the strap off her shoulder and immediately attacked her nipple.

  He nipped at her nipple, teasing it, tugging it between his teeth.

  His body moved fractionally against her, his leg against her mound, applying just the right amount of pressure.

  Ian twirled his warm tongue around her nipple. Every sensation in her body came to life, and from that point, she knew she was lost. Being with Ian in real life would be more exceptional than in her dreams. Far more than what she thought it could be.

  His tongue pressed her nipple flat against the roof of his mouth. His effort caused a soft moan and her body arching against him, trying to push more of her nipple deeper into his mouth. His large hand covered her other breast. His fingers worked at her other nipple. Her head moved from side to side. How could just his mouth on her feel like this?

  “Ian,” Kayla couldn’t hold back the feel of his mouth on her.

  She should be ashamed for letting Ian touch her like this. She had only known him for a day. Her mind screamed, stop, but her pussy and her body told her mind to shut the hell up and enjoy.

  She decided to follow her body over her mind. She moved against his body, wanting him to relieve the burning traveling through her.

  Ian licked, kissed, and pulled at her nipple until she thought she would burn from the passion.

  His hand roamed down her body until it reached the bottom of her dress. Her thighs parted more, on their own, letting his hand slide further. The moment he met the heat through her panties, he moaned against her breast.

  Kayla hissed at the feel of his finger brushing against her panties. She couldn’t hold it in any longer. “Please touch me, Ian.”

  His fingers pushed aside her panties, and she knew his fingers were drenched the moment he touched her.

  Ian lifted his head, looking into her eyes. “You’re soaking,” he whispered.

  Kayla opened her mouth to speak, but the moment he slid a finger inside her wet passage, her body clamped down, stopping her.

  “Oh, Kayla, I need you so much,” he spoke against her lips before kissing her deeply.

  She needed him, craved him, also. His finger moved in and out of her. Kayla felt the rush of desire throughout her body. She couldn’t stop it, and she didn’t even want to think about stopping it.

  Her hips moved with his finger. Ian added another finger, and she felt herself being stretched. She fought the urgency of her orgasm as it rushed to the surface. She couldn’t believe that she was about to let Ian bring her to an orgasm with his fingers.

  Kayla’s head fell back onto the sofa, releasing his lips. She shook her head, fighting the rising climax.

  “No. Do not hold back. Cum for me, Kayla, and drench
my fingers with your cream.”

  His words made her stomach clench. Her body shaking as the first wave of her orgasm hit her like a train. She didn’t know if she screamed or not, but she did know that once her body stopped shaking, Ian lay on top of her, smiling. He removed his fingers, bringing them to his lips, tasting her, which she had to admit, turned her on more.

  “Your taste and smell is going to drive me wild,” he told her.

  “What about you?” Kayla asked.

  “Oh, my dear, Kayla, I’m far from done with you. I just thought you would like to go to a more comfortable spot—like your bed.”

  Kayla didn’t want to move because she felt the need starting again. Yes, she just had an orgasm, but she craved another one already. “My room is upstairs.”

  Kayla squealed when Ian moved quickly, lifting her off the couch, moving up the stairs two at a time. Before she could blink her eyes, they were standing at the top of the stairs.

  “Which room?”

  “First door on the right.”

  Ian walked into her room and let her slide down his body. The shock of touching his body made her wonder how she could be responding like this to him.

  Ian took her dress and pulled it down her body. He hurriedly discarded her panties next. He sat her back on the bed, taking off her shoes.

  “Lay back on the bed,” he told her.

  Kayla did as instructed. The light from the moon shone through the window made her feel sexy as it streamed on her body.

  “You’re beautiful,” his harsh voice spoke.

  “Let me see you,” Kayla said boldly.

  “I would never deprive you of that.”

  Ian took off his shirt, and Kayla wanted to faint at the sight of just his chest. Ian had many muscles under those clothes. Nice flat, toned stomach, wide muscular chest. Hmmm, arms of steel. Damn, she wasn’t going to make it until he took off his pants. She was about to explode just looking at him. He toed his shoes off, and she held her breath when he began to unbutton his pants. Kayla wondered if he wore boxers or briefs, but got a big surprise when he had neither. She was met with a very hard cock, throbbing happily.

  Kayla never seen a naked man in real life, and Ian looked to be a lot larger and thicker than the men she seen on television.