Hunger Within (A Sable Hart Vampire Slayer Novel Book 1)

by Megan Hawke

  Hector caressed and stroked, kissed, sucked, and nibbled my breasts and nipples for a long time, keeping my libido red hot and my body tingling and quivering. He was even better than Boney, which up until that encounter I didn’t think possible.

  "You are so beautiful." Hector started nuzzling my neck. "So beautiful that I must have a taste."

  Hector sank his fangs deep into my neck. I felt them pierce my carotid. It was a heady feeling.

  While he was sucking my blood, Hector reached down and guided his erect member to my folds. He pushed through my protective nether lips, and slipped inside me. I felt that penetration like none before.

  My knees came up and spread even wider. Then of their own volition, my legs straightened, knees locked and my toes pointed at the walls. I groaned long and wantonly, my body was overwhelmed with need, awash with erotic heat. Sex had never felt so incredibly great, so right.

  He pushed all the way into me on the first thrust. My back arched and I strained to pull my hands free of the handcuffs. I so wanted to wrap my arms around him, to hold him close and intimately. It seemed so unfair to be denied that pleasure that I made tiny noises of distress.

  Hector released my throat, and that diminished my pleasure. I must've made some unconscious sound, because he looked at me with one raised eyebrow. That transformed into a smug look.

  "Were you a good girl or naughty girl before you were Changed?"

  "Very good. Now I'm very bad."

  He laughed. "Yes, is not the Change wonderful?"

  "So far." I started to buck underneath him. I lifted my hips up to meet each of his deep thrusts. I spread my legs even wider, intensifying the sensations a bit more. I needed to milk it of every drop of pleasure. "So good… Master."

  He started kissing my face and lips, soft and sexy at first. The man toyed with my lips, brushing them with his, or gently licking them, but always keeping me from kissing him back. It was enough to drive a girl crazy. Don't forget, he's evil.

  I stared up at him. "Oh, Master… uh… I thought… I thought only French vampires were wicked sexy… uh… like this."

  "The French are pussies."

  I smiled. That wasn't unexpected. Even vampires had national pride. I'm sure I wasn't making a good case for American vampires with him right then, being all weak and submissive.

  "Oh, Master, the French are lovers." I laughed, teasing. My toes started to curl. He was not letting up on the thrusting action at all.

  Hector began pumping harder and faster. My breasts started to bounce and jiggle about. All I could do was gasp and wrap my legs around him. I was so close, but fighting it. I wanted this incredible sensation to last as long as possible. I found the longer I held off on the climax, the stronger it hit me.

  Hector was pounding my libido to the very brink as I gasped and writhed beneath him on that bed. I was starting to lose the battle with self-control, but that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

  "Ay!" Hector cried, and I felt his seed gush into me.

  That kicked me over the edge. I did a header into another orgasm.

  "Heeelllooooo! Ooooohhhh, Jesus."

  Hector raised a not so amused eyebrow at my outcry, “I do not think your Jesus has anything to do with this,” but kept on pumping, milking me of that last ounce of pleasure. He might've been a dirty, stinking vampire, consummate evil, but he was a great lay. Granted, he was not particularly romantic, but what vampire was? Truth be told, I wasn't particularly romantic anymore either, probably due to the curse, or was I already becoming jaded with all the sex?

  I no longer thought of sex as "making love." It was screwing or fucking. Absolutely no emotional baggage attached. Could I still "make love" with someone I really cared about? I wasn't sure.

  "Oh Master… that was good," I said. "Maybe you could take off the handcuffs?"

  "But you look so good in them."

  "Well, yes, I agree." I graced him with my best sultry smile. "But I can do so much more for you, so much more to you, with my hands free."

  His smile broadened. I'm sure his perverted head was filled with kinky ideas. All vampires were perverts to some degree. Even I was starting to like a little kink. I don't know if it was due to being subjected to BDSM on a nightly basis, or part of the curse of vampirism to be attracted to things dark and unsavory, things scary and shunned by the "normal" world.

  "Please, Master." Yeah, I begged prettily. It was remarkably easy to beg while I was on my back, legs spread wide, with a man I was calling "Master" between them and still impaling me. My parents would be horrified to see me now. "Free me, and see what I can do for you."

  "Really? You will do all the work?"

  "All of it."

  "You want to switch?"

  "Yes." I wasn't expecting it. I had not planned on even suggesting it. Hector didn't have a submissive bone in his body. Or so I thought. "Submit to me, Master, and I'll take you to erotic heights you never dared to dream about."

  "How?"

  "Set me free and see."

  Hector was intrigued. I could see it in his face. He was hesitating, unsure, but considering it. That was half the battle.

  "Take a hint from me, Master. See how willingly I bottomed to you? I've learned that submitting to the right person can be incredible. Really. I'm a devout Dominant ninety-nine percent of the time."

  Hector released my wrists. I grinned roguishly at him as I slipped out from beneath him. He looked excited, though a little nervous. I guess natural Dominants aren’t real comfortable surrendering total control to anyone else. Now isn't he in for a surprise? I could hardly wait.

  “You only have the one set of cuffs?”

  He handed them to me. “That is all I need.”

  “Lay back with hands over your head.” He complied, grinning. I gave him a smoldering look as I climbed on top of him and straddled his chest. I snapped the handcuffs on his left wrist, ran them behind a thick bar on the headboard and then snapped his right wrist into them. “This will be fun.”

  I did it. One of Clive's bloodthirsty vampires was my prisoner. Sort of. I didn't delude myself. If Hector wanted to he could rip that headboard off the bed. He was that strong. I'm not sure about breaking the handcuffs. I couldn't break them. I tried, but vampires grew in strength with age. Hopefully, the cuffs were enough to slow him down and give me the advantage if everything went south.

  Now that I had him, I wasn't sure how to proceed. I wasn't an interrogator. I was a vampire slayer. Slayers kill vampires and rarely speak with them. Well, except for a cry of, "Die Abomination!" as they drive a stake through the heart.

  "You're a very powerful vampire." I raked my long red nails not so gently down his chest. I didn't break the skin, but it was enough to make him grimace. "So dangerous that it gets me all excited."

  "You have no idea, Señorita."

  "Really? Are you a member of one of the Five Families?"

  The Five Families were vampire criminal organizations – Vampire mafia.

  "Ha! That is funny. I am not vampire mafia. Though, if I was not following Clive I might consider joining one of the Families."

  Yes! He opened the door. Bless his eternally damned heart.

  "Clive?" Feigning confusion for a second, I allowed realization to start to bleed into my face. "Oh, you’re with Clive Honeywell? You’re that Hector Lopez?"

  I swear, the man puffed up like a peacock.

  "Sí, Señorita. You like?"

  "Oh yes, I like." I kissed him passionately. “What woman doesn’t love a dangerous man? A man of action.”

  I locked sultry eyes with his and slid down his body until I was straddling his muscular thighs. Not breaking eye contact, I took his semi-flaccid penis in hand and began to stroke it. It hardened quickly. Vampirism is like supernatural Viagra. Vampires of the male persuasion could get it up with little or no stimulation, and keep it up. Before I became a vampire of the female persuasion, I didn’t even like to think about it. After my Change, I can’t stop being reminded of
it by the vampires I encounter.

  Not that I’m complaining.

  “So you’ve heard of me?”

  “Of course! Everyone in the community knows about you. You’ve scared half of us witless.”

  He was clearly amused. “Really?”

  “Yes. Most of the local vamps are terrified you’ll bring the vengeance of the mortals down upon us all. You know, fire and pitchforks crap.”

  “You don’t believe that?”

  “No.” I made my eyes hard and took on a disdainful tone. “Damn mortals. It isn’t right we are so ruthlessly suppressed. I should have the same rights as they have. I am an American, too. Hell, I'm stronger and faster than them and immortal.”

  “I agree. It is time vampires rose up out of the shadows and took our rightful place in society.”

  “As rulers,” I said. He smiled with satisfaction as he nodded agreement. “We are, after all, at the top of the food chain.”

  “Well said, Señorita. Clive is just the man to make it happen, too. We’ve created vampire kingdoms in a number of cities around the world over the past thirty years.”

  I froze. I never heard anything of that. Could it be true? Why would he lie?

  “Where?”

  “Barcelona. Amsterdam before that. We will have a system in place that will see Budapest completely controlled by vampires within a year; we already have effective control.”

  “Wow.” I gazed at him with a look of worship on my face. He basked in my adoration. “I never knew. You are a king maker.”

  “Not me, but Clive. I am his right-hand man, Señorita.”

  "Such a strong right hand, too." I kissed him hungrily. "Will Dallas be ruled by vampires within two years?"

  "For all practical purposes, Dallas is already ruled by vampires. Like Budapest, vampires have effective control now. Within two years vampires will have absolute control."

  "Really? But…" I acted all distressed. "Is it too late for me?"

  "Too late for what?"

  "For me to gain a position of power within the new government." I began stroking his cock again. It never went limp the entire time we were speaking. "I have immortality; now I want power. I want puny little humans jumping to my every command."

  "Is that what you really want?"

  I smiled wantonly at him.

  "What I really want, Don Hector, is what you have," I said. "I want to be feared and respected by other vampires." I kissed my way up his rock hard belly and heavily muscled chest. I kissed and nuzzled his neck and ears. Then I reached between my legs, while straddling him, and guided him into me. Sliding down his shaft with a wanton groan, I locked eyes with him. "What I want is for you to take me under your wing and teach me to be a great vampire warrior like yourself."

  Taking his face in both hands, I kissed him passionately as I started a slow up and down motion on his cock. It was difficult to concentrate on my objectives with that penis sliding in and out of my most sensitive organ. I slowly picked up speed. Hector seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was, and that was saying something.

  “It is not a safe or easy life.” His voice was strained. “Ay, Señorita, you are good. So beautiful. So passionate.”

  I pressed my lips to his ear, voice breathless. “I can be yours, my dark knight.” I swear the man’s cock got even stiffer, swelled a bit more inside me. Oh, he wanted me. I smiled. “I will do whatever I have to do to be with you. Just tell me what you want from me. Tell me where to go, who to see. Whatever it takes.”

  Hector groaned. His arm and chest muscles bulged and strained at the handcuffs. It felt as if every muscle in his body was tensing up. He was close, so I intensified my efforts, starting to ride his shaft hard and wantonly. I sat back on it and bounced for all I was worth.

  I cried out, throwing my head back. “Oh Lord Almighty!” The feeling was all consuming ecstasy. I thought about uncuffing him, so he could play with my boobs. I so loved the feel of men’s hands on my breasts. “Oh, my… I can’t… I’m coming!”

  A wave of pleasure engulfed me. I gasped and groaned, but kept up my incessant bouncing. Hector wasn’t finished. I had to impress him. I had to please him. I had to do it.

  I had nothing to worry about. My climax was too much for him. He became so excited that he quickly lost his battle to prolong our sex and shot his seed deep inside me with a gusty groan of pure satisfaction.

  I lay atop him and gave him a big, wet kiss.

  “What time should I come over tomorrow night so you can introduce me to Mr. Honeywell and your associates?”

  “You seem very confident we would want you working with us.”

  “I am. And I’m confident you will enjoy fucking the bejesus out of me for decades and centuries to come. I promise, our sex will get better as we learn more about each other.”

  “I will be your Master.”

  “Of course.”

  His eyes glazed over as he considered my offer. I thought it was a pretty good one, too. The damn Spaniard was a horn dog and would screw anyone, male or female, at the drop of a hat. To keep his mind clear on what I offered, I began to kiss and nuzzle his neck and chest. He especially seemed to enjoy it when I licked and sucked on his nipples. And since he never went limp, I was still well mounted and gyrating my hips to keep our pleasure alive.

  “It’ll have to be Clive’s decision,” he said at length. “I cannot make any promises, but I’ll take you to see him. I’ll do what I can, but you’ll have to offer more than sex to him.”

  “Don’t worry about me, loverboy. Where and when should I meet you?”

  “Meet me? No, we’ll go now.”

  My heart jumped into my throat. I was not prepared to meet Clive. Hector might not know about one Sable Hart, but I was sure Yuri had told Clive all about me. Yuri was Clive’s “employee.”

  I acted horrified. “But I look terrible. We just had sex. He’ll smell the sex on us. I don’t think he’d give me the time of day if you took me to see him now.”

  “Don’t underestimate Clive.” Hector tugged on his cuffed wrists. “He’ll smell the sex on us both, and I’m sure he will insist on a little taste, too. Clive prefers vampires to humans in bed. He plays rough, and humans can’t always take that kind of punishment.”

  Oh great. I could read between the lines. He was taking me to meet his boss, and get royally banged. Somehow I didn’t think it would only be Clive taking his turn with me. The expression, “Passed around like a two-bit whore,” came to mind.

  “It’s late. How much time do I have to clean up? How far away is it? Y’all live together in a mansion, right? Is that where we’re going?”

  He laughed. “Yes. We all live together in a mansion at Northwest and Midway. It’s not that far, so you have time to clean up and make up your face.”

  “Really? Northwest and Midway?”

  “Yes. A very nice mansion. You’ll enjoy living there if Clive accepts you into the Family.”

  What else do I need? I knew where Clive and his gang lived. I just have to decide what to do with this information. The police wouldn’t do anything about it, if Hector and Boney were telling the truth. So, either I went in and staked some vamps, or I called in the cavalry. Problem was the cavalry didn’t trust me, mostly because I was a vampire and I tried to kill their commander, Dane. I wondered if the Fort Worth vampire slayers had heard of my fate. Naw, if I called them they would call Dane to alert him.

  So it was up to me.

  “Thanks. You’ve been a wealth of information.”

  “What do you mean?” he said, suddenly suspicious. A little late for that.

  “I mean, I have all I need from you.” I pulled my right hand back and locked my fingers straight. “I’ve seduced you; now I’ll steal your heart!”

  With that, I thrust my hand into his belly. My supernaturally strong hand knifed in below the breast bone. His dark eyes widened, his back arched, and I thrust my hand up into the center of his chest. I seized his beating heart, and pulled with al
l my strength.

  “Aaaaaiiiii!” Hector cried as I ripped out his heart.

  I watched Hector die. Even without a heart, it took a good thirty seconds for him to die and his aura to vanish. Good thing he died, too. That man gave me the most withering glare I'd experienced to date.

  I walked over to the window and yanked down the drapes. Nothing would be allowed to remain to block the cleansing rays of the sun. Opening the window, I poked my head out and looked around. There wasn’t anyone around to witness my deed. Of course the night manager knew I was up here, but not my name. She only dealt with Hector.

  “Good riddance.” I threw the heart atop the roof next door. The rising sun would vaporize it, about the same time it vaporized Hector’s body on the bed. “Gotta love an eastern exposure.”

  Chapter 16

  "My lucky night." I gazed up at my old apartment, all lit up like someone was home. “Or not.”

  Two parking spots right in front were empty. The big moving truck I rented would fit in one, but I straddled the line and took both. I rented it using Hector's credit card. I was hoped it had unlimited funds, and it would never be locked by the bank, but if Clive had any access to it, or controlled it, the funds would be cut off soon enough. Until then, it was free money, baby.

  I scanned the night shadows all around. Nothing was out of place. No one was in sight. It was ten o'clock on a Saturday night. Clear skies and a big ole full moon to light up my life. I did find the source of my lit up apartment – three cars belonging to members of my family. Oh, joy.

  Despite the temperature I wore a black leather "biker" jacket over my red Ozzy t-shirt and faded jeans. The jacket hid my shoulder holster and pistol. Even as a vampire I felt better with a pistol full of blessed silver bullets.

  I got out and opened up the back of the truck, and then I headed for the stairs. I could feel seven human bodies: six adults – three men and three women – and one baby. My family. Won’t they be surprised.

  The door was ajar and I could hear voices. Familiar voices that sent my heart into my throat. They were the only people I feared meeting more than Yuri and his gang, but I had to face them sooner or later. So I pushed the door open and went inside.