Dark Desires (The Hunter Chronicles Book 2)

by Claire Marta

  The vamp standing in front of her snickered. “We can make it our little secret.” His hand was suddenly around her neck. Grip tight, he used his unnatural strength to hold her in place. Pain sliced across the area, as he pressed the bruises she already had.

  Jasmine began to squirm frantically against his grip, but he had her to securely pinned. Hot breath scolded her neck as he began to lean in towards her. Digging her fingernails in, she clawed at his chest.

  “What the fuck are you doing?” A familiar voice asked low and deadly.

  Suddenly she was free. Asier and Kane stood by the door. The Italian’s shrewd gaze was narrowed on the group around her. He looked seriously pissed. Jasmine scrambled towards them.

  “Nothing. We were just having a little fun.” The vampire who had been trying to bite her whined. The other vampires eyed them warily. Fear was pouring off them in waves.

  Asier clenched his fists at his sides. “Get out before I forget myself and let Kane here end you all permanently.”

  They didn’t wait to be told twice. In a blur of movement they were out the door and gone. Jasmine’s shoulders sagged in relief. That had been too fucking close. Eric had been right; it was time for her to leave. This place was no longer safe. Just now had proved that loud and clear.

  “Are you alright, bella?”

  Jasmine gave Asier a small shaky smile. “Yes thanks….I forgot to put my fucking collar on.”

  Looking towards Kane, he nudged his chin towards the door. The mountain of muscle nodded and left.

  “That is something very dangerous to forget.” The vampire’s voice was scolding.

  Jasmine fiddled with the ring on her finger nervously. “I know that now. I should get back to my room.”

  “But I do not want you to go.”

  Surprised at Asier’s words, she glanced up into his beautiful face.

  “I find myself continuously distracted by you.” He continued, his expression intent. “I can’t seem to get you out of my head piccola.”

  Suddenly she was aware of how alone they were. Memories of the fleeting kiss the night before stirred, the look that had been there in Asier’s eyes. The hunger.

  Jasmine backed up a step and found her back against the wall again. “I don’t know what you mean.”

  “Oh I think you do.” His accent thickened with the huskiness in his voice. “Without Eric’s collar, you are fair game for anyone, including me.”

  His words sent Jasmine’s heart beating a little faster. This time it was far from fear. Pinching her chin with his forefinger and thumb, he slowly tipped her face up.

  “If you were mine, I would never leave you unprotected. Something so rare, so precious should be guarded.” The words were a whisper, his breath warming her face. “I would keep you so thoroughly fucked and satisfied that you would never have the urge to look at another male.”

  Asier’s head lowered just a touch further. Lavender eyes darkened to amethyst, they smouldered fiercely with sexual hunger. Magic flared against her senses. This was all the warning that Jasmine got. Gone was the gentleness of before, when his lips crashed down on her. This kiss was meant to take and plunder.

  Jasmine gasped against his mouth. Taking advantage he plunged his tongue between her lips. An overwhelming thrill rocketed down her spine. Her nipples hardened and her stomach clenched as desire roared inside her. A hum rumbled out from Asier’s throat when her hands slid up to cup either side of his face. The vampire’s skin was smooth and warm.

  Everything around her fell away. Something had exploded between them, heat, lust, white hot passion. Jasmine was burning alive with a need she could not comprehend. Asier devoured her tiny mewling moans of pleasure, hands feverishly roaming the curves he found beneath her top.

  His body pushed hers trapping her against the wall. He caged her. The firm ridge of his arousal burnt like a brand against Jasmine’s stomach. Strands of his long, black flowing hair tangled in her hands. Hot and silky it caressed across her skin. Tightening her grip, she sensed his pleasure pain, at her sharp tug.

  A growl from the doorway broke them apart.

  Suddenly free, Jasmine stood gasping for air. Cheeks burning with embarrassment, she pressed a hand to her kiss swollen lips.

  Eric stood watching them, his face a rigid frozen mask of rage. “What is this?” The words were low almost guttural. A blue glow pulsated around him, as his power began to rise. Jasmine could see it clearly. Like icy fingers it tore against her senses, bitter and cold. As an artic wind began to pour into the room, she shivered with the sudden loss of heat.

  Asier placed himself slightly in front of her. Jasmine got the strangest impression he had done it to protect her. Did he think Eric would hurt her? That was ridiculous.

  “I am at fault Eric. I took the kiss.” The Italian muttered. Chest heaving, he seemed to be having trouble regaining control of himself.

  Eric was across the room before she could blink. Capturing Asier by the collar of his shirt, he slammed him back against the wall which vibrated with the force. Ice crystals spread like a frozen mural across the surface where they stood. The temperature in the room became biting and harsh, dropping even lower. Jasmine shivered again. She felt it seeping beneath her clothes and into her bones.

  “She belongs to ME.” Eric snarled, blue eyes burning manically.

  Asier calmly stared into Eric’s face. He didn’t seem frightened at all by his friend’s show of power. Jasmine had the impression he was letting Eric push him around.

  “She was not wearing your collar. I was not the only one to make advances.” Asier informed him quietly. “You are not taking care of her as you should.”

  “You took without my permission.” Eric continued. The breath from his words puffed out in a cold little mist. His skin was so pale now it was almost blue.

  The Italian’s olive skin had become almost paper white. Thin dark veins had begun to creep beneath it, but still Asier did not react. Jasmine took a few steps back. Eric was terrifying. This was not the vampire she knew. He seemed so enraged. His icy façade had finally shattered revealing primal emotions beneath and somehow he had lost control.

  A bejewelled layer of frosty white began to glisten in Asier’s long black flowing hair. “I have wronged you and I am sorry – mi dispiace.” He continued trying to pacify.

  Eric’s lips curled in a snarl as he barred his fangs in aggression. Nose to nose with the Italian, his eyes gleamed hard and dangerously. Jasmine was not sure what to do. Abruptly Eric shoved his friend away and stalked towards the door. When he reached the threshold he spun on his heels.

  “Jasmine, come here.” Eric pinned her with a look. Red was threaded through the blue of his eyes, merging the colours.

  Jasmine hesitated, not liking the harshness of his tone. Biting her lip she glanced hesitantly towards Asier. He still stood against the wall. For once no emotion showed on his beautiful face.

  Anger flashed in Eric’s changing eyes. “Jasmine.” His low menacing growl captured her full attention.

  Sliding nervously past Asier, she made her way to his side. Large hand snaking out like a manacle around her wrist, Eric dragged her close. His touch was so icy cold; it practically burned as Jasmine gave a small gasp of pain. The next thing she knew, she was being hauled from the room.

  Asier’s face, when she briefly caught sight of it held worry and regret.

  ERIC COULD BARELY SEE THROUGH the red haze of jealousy, which ripped at his insides like serrated claws. Jasmine had been in the arms of another. She had dared let another male touch what was his. The fact she had enjoyed it also flowed through his veins like a poison. The sweet scent of her arousal had been distinct. She desired Asier.

  A scolding heat was pouring through his chest. Burning, it urged on the darkness that gripped him. He wanted her savagely. This smothered any softer feelings. Common sense or any warnings to stop and think were blasted away. Choking, terrifying, he could not seem to fight it. These dark desires consumed him.<
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  All Eric knew now was that Jasmine needed to learn her place.

  ***

  The bedroom door slammed closed behind them, so violently that it shook in the frame. Jasmine yanked her arm from Eric’s bruising grip. What the fuck was the matter with him? She had never seen him so angry. All his sudden emotion was scaring the crap out of her.

  “You disobeyed me Jasmine. You did not wear your collar, when you knew well its importance here.” The vampire’s voice was lethally quiet.

  Jasmine stepped back, not liking his glare. “I just forgot this time…Eric something isn’t right. I keep sensing magic around you and Asier.”

  Even now she could feel it. So very similar to what she had just experienced with Asier. This time though it felt stronger.

  Eric stalked closer. “You are mine and belong to no other. I am your Master.”

  The lash of his wintry powers stole the heat from her body making her shiver. Before she could blink she found herself pressed to the long length of his body.

  Apprehension tightened her chest. “Eric you’re not listening to me. This is….all pretend…remember? I don’t belong to anyone.” The vampire had pinned her hands to her sides. Jasmine realised she was trapped. Pushing against him she tried to free herself, but he was not letting go.

  “Eric there’s something wrong with you. Can’t you feel the magic?” She asked, voice filled with desperation.

  Ignoring her words Eric carried her to the bed. With an oomph Jasmine found herself flat on her back on the mattress. As she went to roll off, he covered her with his big body. Bracing her hands on his chest, she tried to push his away.

  The growl that left his lips was low and warning. One hand skimming up her side beneath her t-shirt, he pushed her bra aside. His hand was warm now. In fact Eric’s skin was on fire.

  Jasmine moaned softly as his palm found the rounded curve of her breast. Deep inside, her body responded with a clench of need. Massaging the flesh he squeezed gently, brushing the pad of a finger over a rigid nipple.

  Eric did not say a word. His anger though was still beating around them as a thick and palpable force. The icy chill of his powers had also not diminished. Swirling around them it sent goosebumps racing across her skin.

  Pleasure drove any thought to fight back from her head. No thought to protect herself. Every ounce of Jasmine’s being was centre on this vampire’s touch. Moving from breast to breast, he caressed and toyed with her mercilessly. In no time at all he had her squirming eagerly beneath him. Yet he continued to watch her in intent angry silence.

  Arching her back, Jasmine thrust her nipple up willingly into his mouth as he began to suckle on one. Eric continued to pleasure her, keeping her mindless with need. Only when she found herself stripped of her clothes, did reason begin to surface.

  In a blink of an eye she found herself flipped onto her stomach. Grabbing her by the hips, Eric pulled her up swiftly onto her hands and knees. One big hand tangled itself in her short coppery hair. Head now pulled backwards, he controlled her movements.

  Teeth nipping her shoulder, his other hand curled around her hip. With a quick tug backwards, Jasmine found herself impaled on his cock. Pleasure and pain collided inside her. Crying out in shock, she tried to jerk away. He felt incredibly deep. In this position he was buried to the hilt.

  A frozen wind whipped across her exposed heated skin, its touch becoming stinging. When he began to thrust into her roughly, Jasmine moaned. Excitement began crashing through her as his flesh slapped against her rounded backside.

  “You belong to me Jasmine, have no doubt in that.” He growled, slamming forcefully into her. “You’re body, this tight little cunt. Never again will you desire another. I will continue to fuck you until you understand that.”

  He had played her until she was at fever pitch. Need tightened inside her sharp and painful. The vamp kept his movements in such a way though it held her on the edge of release.

  This was his punishment. Eric, she realised was taking what he wanted. Sex without her own orgasm, she was nothing but his toy. A whimper left Jasmine at the thought. How could he be so cruel?

  “You are mine, say it.” He whispered hotly in her ear. The fingers that still imprisoned her hair tightened painfully. The coldness of his power spread against her back, a chill seeping into her blood. Jasmine’s cheeks began to burn with humiliation. He really did want her submission and he would continue fucking her until he got it.

  “Please Eric.” She sobbed. Dizzy with need, she was both hot and cold as if battling a fever. Eric remained leaning over her. Pressed to Jasmine’s back the metal of the medallion he wore around his neck scorched her with its energy. The smooth surface was pulsating as magic swelled greedily from within. Insidious, dangerous it felt as if whatever enchantment imbued it was cutting jaggedly into her spine.

  “If you want to come you will say it Jasmine.” Eric’s voice was guttural and low. “Say that you are mine. That you belong to me, to do with as I see fit.”

  Teeth nipped at her ear. Then he began to nibble on the curve of her neck. Jasmine mewled, pressing herself hard back against him, as he continued to fuck her. She knew if he bit her she would orgasm immediately. Eagerly she tilted her head to offer herself up. When she did though, he abandoned the area.

  A growl of frustration left her throat.

  Eric pulled out before ramming into her again. His strokes now were ferocious as he screwed her mercilessly hard. The air around them had become frozen, still. This was a taste of winter. Panting, aching she rocked herself desperately into him.

  “Please...” Jasmine made a pathetic little whimper. She felt weak for begging. But what else could she do?

  Eric ran his tongue temptingly once more along the curve of her neck. “I am quite capable of keeping you on the edge of release for hours and perhaps I should as punishment.” The drag of his fangs pricked her flesh as he spoke.

  God no. She couldn’t imagine hours of this. Hours of him holding her body hostage as it begged for fulfilment. It wasn’t fair. Didn’t he know how close she was?

  “I’m yours...Eric.” The words left her lips on a whiny sob. “Only yours.”

  Suddenly his fingers were gently rubbing her clit. Jasmine mewled as he began to expertly manipulate the sensitive bud. Rubbing and teasing he continued to thrust in and out of her. The hand gripping her hair let go. Caressing and fondling, it found its way down to one of her breasts. When he tweaked her nipple between a forefinger and a thumb Jasmine saw stars.

  Eyes rolling back into her head, a scream was torn from her, as she orgasmed violently. Fangs quickly followed sinking hard and fast into her neck. The pain made her cry out before ecstasy crested over it.

  Hot on its heels came Eric’s own release. With a snarl he shoved once more into her. His shaft pulsed as his hot essence shot from him spurting inside her.

  Breathing hard he released her and dropped down onto the bed. He lay on his back, one arm flung over his eyes. Chest heaving, he seemed to be struggling to catch his breath. Clothes rumbled, his trousers hung low on his hips baring his softening cock.

  Jasmine collapses onto her front, trembling from the force of her climax. What the vampire had done had both excited and frightened her. This time there was no cuddling or caressing. No warm intimate moment as there had been the other times they’d had sex. They just lay apart breathing hard.

  What the fuck had just happened? Eric had been out of control. She had never seen him this way before. He had been possessive and cruel. Jasmine shivered. He had forced her to submit to his will. The vampire had punished her, using her body’s attraction against her.

  Suddenly she felt used. For him it was just another act of physical release. Yet for Jasmine, sharing her body with him had become something more. She loved him. The heat was yet to return to her body. This left her feeling terribly numb. Quietly as she could, she crawled away. Creeping off the bed, Jasmine grabbed her clothes. She needed to get away.

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ragging her panties up her legs, she struggled into the green t-shirt. Whoever Eric was now, she did not want to be around him. She needed to escape. Needed time to think.

  “Where do you think you are going? I am not done with you yet.”

  Suddenly he was there looming over her. His eyes glittered with threads of red and blue. Jasmine shrank back.

  “Keep the fuck away from me Eric. I’m not your sex toy. I won’t let you use me again.” She shrieked in panic.

  When he began to reach for her, Jasmine screamed. Without warning Conall suddenly materialized within the room.

  ERIC WHAT THE HELL ARE you doing to the lass?”

  Conall’s voice snapped him from the lust filled haze. Blinking in confusion, Eric focused on the little female at his feet. Eyes large and frightened, she looked unnaturally pale. A blue hue tinged her lips, as she cowered half naked and trembling.

  Jerkily he pulled his trousers up his hips and fastened them. “Jasmine?” Her lovely green eyes darted away from him. Eric caught the flash of distrust mingled with a hint of fear.

  “Stay away from me.” She whispered turning her face away.

  Emotions swirled turbulently and disturbed through his head. What had he done? Eric closed his eyes in realisation. He had allowed the dark urges that plagued him to take over.

  Instead of asking Jasmine what had happened to her with Asier, he had been blinded with jealousy. A breath hissed out from between his teeth. He had made her submit to his dominance in their bed by force. This was something he had sworn to himself he would never do.

  “I am not myself.” He muttered.

  “Jasmine go and wait in my room please.” Conall ordered, not wasting any time.

  Jasmine obeyed swiftly. Snatching up the rest of her clothes, she scurried from the room half dressed. Eric growled, raking both hands through his tousled hair. Messy and violent emotions seethed inside him, threatening to overpower once more.

  Even now he wanted to go after her. Drag her back to the bed and have her again. Pound himself into her, balls deep until she would never dare look at another male. Only him. Always him.