E.V.I.E.: 13 Slayers, 13 Missions

by Lexi C. Foss

  Vying away from my brother, I go after her when she leaves her seat heading across the crowded floor. Have I spooked her? In no time at all, I find myself outside in the darkened garden, pursuing the mysterious female and not heeding the words of caution at the back of my mind. We’ve played this game before. In another lifetime perhaps? I’ve never believed in reincarnation, but tonight, I’m willing to reconsider the possibility. I catch up to her in the gazebo finding her hidden in the shadows, leaning against a wall.

  Her beauty hits me hard, and I stand transfixed for a moment. I’ve never wanted a woman more in my life. Without saying a word, I stalk toward her, pinning her against the wall, my mouth capturing hers. As if she’s almost been expecting it, she melts into the kiss, her soft lips clinging to my own. Pleasure rolls through me in its wake, my hunger roaring to life. Fingers making contact with the silkiness of her black and blue hair, I fist it, keeping her head tilted at a pleasing angle. The kiss goes on and on. Neither of us making a move to break it. Every inch of the feminine body molded to my own feels familiar.

  “I know you,” I whisper against her mouth when we finally come up for air.

  “I thought I’d dreamt you,” she replies, sounding as confused as I do.

  “What’s the last thing you remember when you woke up today?”

  “Fire,” she answers her wide, luminous green eyes bright with lust.

  Nuzzling her cheek with my lips, I nip at her earlobe. “Same.”

  I want her beneath me. Her limbs wrapped around mine as she writhes on the end of my cock. Sweat soaked and mindless to the pleasure I can give her. It's a sweetly addictive desire, dangerously seductive, and expels rational thought from my brain. From the way she responds to me, she wants this too.

  Moaning at the bite of my teeth, her hands slide upward against my shirt front. “We’re about to be…”

  “Attacked,” I finish for her, sudden awareness that we're no longer alone strong. Twisting to my left, I turn to confront our attackers. Ivory fangs flash before me in the dark. Red eyes gleaming with the hunger for battle.

  Assassins. My own kind. Sent by one of the other vampire houses?

  Silent as a ghost, the female launches herself at the nearest one, taking him down with her weight. Disarming him with ease, she stabs him through the heart with his own knife.

  Moving in a silver and black blur, she’s on a second one just as I dispatch my first. I can’t help but admire the graceful way she moves. She's a warrior. Her actions speak of skilled training as if she's done this a million times before.

  Ducking beneath the blow of another, she lashes out her leg in a fluid sweep toppling him to the ground. Bringing her blade around, she drops to a crouch, burying her blade through his heart. Skin blackening, it caves in turning to ash. She’s undeterred as another one attacks her.

  Focus switching to the two I’m fighting, I break the neck of the first, using his knife to kill the second before returning to finish him off. Working in a team, we take out our assailants with efficient thoroughness. Once more alone, we stand among the ashes of the fallen. We’re so close I can feel the heat from her body warming my skin.

  The female’s cold eyes slid to mine. “I need to leave.”

  Possessiveness coiling up, I clutch her arm jerking her into me. “No.”

  “Get your filthy vamp hands off me,” she snarls, the light of anger sparkling in her gaze.

  My lips brush the shell of her ear as I whisper, “Pussycat, if you think your insults and disobedience anger me, you're wrong. All it will achieve you is getting fucked so hard up against a wall that pain mixes with pleasure so you no longer know which is which. I’ll do it right here and make sure you won’t be able to walk for days afterward.”

  Her lips part temptingly, her expression becoming wary, but she doesn’t give me a sassy retort. I push aside the jab of disappointment. I’ll have her soon enough. Nothing on Earth will prevent me from fucking this little treasure. Once we’re upstairs in my penthouse, I’ll have her panting beneath me. Her pussy tightly gripping my cock as I pound into her. Then I’ll discover who she is and how the hell we’re connected. There’s no denying it. A deep ocean current buried beneath the surface linking us together.

  I press my mouth to her cool lips in a chaste kiss, the complete opposite to what I really want to do to her. The sound of voices calling my name brings me back to reality.

  Vincenzo and Mateo are looking for me. Knowing them, they have my whole damn security team in tow. The woman in my arm tenses. As I open my mouth to tell her not to try anything stupid, I see the shadow detaching itself from the darkness in a blur. Red eyes glimmer. An assassin overlooked by the both of us. Shoving her aside, I bring my arm up to defend myself. Pain slashes along my arm as it’s sliced open. I don’t anticipate the second one in his other hand quickly enough. A roar erupts from my throat as the metal of the knife pushes its way through my chest. Raw rage and violence envelope me, but they can’t stop it from skewering its way through my heart. The agony is blinding. As he steps back with a triumphant grin, my hands curl around the hilt of the weapon. Within my cells decay.

  The woman ‘s scream echoes around us, her nails sharpening into claws, canines lengthening. White fur sprouting over her body, the white tiger is the last thing I see before death claims me.

  Consciousness surges as I awaken. Just as before, I find myself in my bedroom lying in bed. The restraints though are new. What. The. Actual. Fuck? I remember dying. My body had crumpled to ash. Two things hit me at once. One I remember what happened before I died. The other is that I’m not alone.

  My mystery woman is standing at the end of the bed, the metal of the blade she’s clutching gleams in the light.

  “And what are you planning to do with that?” I ask her with a smirk. No point asking her how she got in. I’ve seen her ninja-like moves.

  Beautiful, almond-shaped eyes meet mine. “Shut up. I don’t know how you're doing this, but it needs to stop.”

  “I’m not doing anything,” I counter, testing the strength of my bonds. They may have been forged to keep vampires restrained, but I’m stronger than most with my royal blood.

  Growling, her lip curls up in annoyance. “Liar. Somehow, you're causing the day to repeat, but this time, I remembered when I woke up. I’m reliving the last forty-eight hours all over again. It... feels like we’ve been doing this over and over.”

  So she’s caught up in this the same as I am. It makes me wonder who else has noticed? Vincenzo, Mateo? My bodyguards? Or just us? And if we are stuck on repeat, why is it only us?

  Brows furrowing with that thought, I stare at my captor. “I know. Believe it or not it’s happening to me too. What’s your name?”

  “Yukie,” she mutters begrudgingly like she’s not sure she should tell me.

  It sounds right on my tongue, familiar. She still looks like a disgruntled pussycat. Soft with razor sharp claws, ready to purr for the right male. The image of her writhing beneath me shoots straight to my dick. If she’s real, it must mean what I saw in the shower wasn’t just a fantasy. How many times have we fucked? Why can’t I remember? I have the feeling it’s something that under normal circumstances would be unforgettable.

  Her attention drifts down along the length of my naked spread-eagled body and back to my mouth. Does she think I’m at her mercy? Is it as heady as I imagine having her at mine? I groan in response to the need to devour her rising.

  Yukie’s eyes settle on my cock. I’ve been hard and aching for release since the second I saw her. Having her watching it like it’s something she covets is the hottest thing I’ve seen in a very long time. She’s practically mesmerized at my erection bobbing in the air.

  “You think I don’t notice the way you gaze at me, Pussycat. The longing looks at my mouth. That I can’t smell the growing wetness between your thighs or know of the fire of arousal burning you down low.”

  Yukie shakes her head, but the guilty truth is written all over her f
ace. Twin dots of pink staining her cheeks. “No…”

  “Yes,” I cut off her angry denial. “You want me as much as I want you. It was the same last time around, but this time it's stronger. Here kitty, kitty,” I rasp, knowing even though I am bound, she can’t escape me. This thing between us was quick to ignite. I want her slender fingers wrapped around a certain part of my anatomy, which is already craving to be inside her.

  She huffs. “You're a dick.” Her feet move toward the bed, the weapon still clutched in her dainty hand. “What the fuck is wrong with me? I shouldn’t want you like this.”

  My chuckle makes her shiver. “I know shifters, and I recognize when one is in heat.”

  A look of horror washes over her beautiful face. “I’m not in heat.”

  “Oh believe me, you are. Unlike others of my kind, I’ve made alliances with them. You need someone to give you what you need because anything else isn’t going to help. It’s just going to get worse.”

  Her lips part as if she’s about to deny it, but I see the second everything clicks inside her head. “Holy crap.”

  Lust hangs in the air between us. For once, the huntress looks like the prey. A doe caught in headlights with no way of preventing what’s coming next. She’s already caught in the trap. Its coils, tightening even closer the longer we share the same space.

  “I can control it,” Yukie insists.

  Canting my head, my nostrils flare with the scent of her building arousing. “First time hmmm? Then you have no idea what’s in store for you. You can’t fight this. It’s only going to get worse unless you do something about it, and we both know you aren’t going to use that knife on me. I need you focused enough to help me figure out what's happening to us. If riding my cock is going to achieve that, then I suggest you climb aboard. Take all that energy and put it to good use.”

  “Wow, you're such a gentleman,” she mocks. “But I’m sure I can get someone else to satisfy me.”

  “You're going to handcuff another male to a bed and have your wicked way with him when you already have the Vampire King of Rome at your mercy?” I arch a brow. “Bella, if you need references, I can provide you with the phone numbers of many sexually satisfied bed partners. I can guarantee you won’t leave disappointed.”

  Yukie shoots me a hot-eyed look, kicking off her heels. “Fine, if it means these urges go away, I’ll do it. Don’t think for a minute, though, just because you're some kind of undead Casanova it's the reason I’m even agreeing to this. You're just an attractive looking dildo right now. This is just going to be a quickie, nothing more.”

  Hiking up her skirt, she shimmies her hips tugging her thong down her toned legs. A glimpse of dark curls at the apex of her thighs has my cock swelling even harder. She leaves her underwear discarded on the floor. I swallow down the command to order her to strip. Not yet. Right now, I have her exactly where I want her. Letting her think she’s in charge will lead me to the promised land between her lovely legs. I’m not about to spoil the moment.

  Climbing onto the bed, she crouches over my lower half and sinks down onto my cock in one smooth movement. A soft mewl leaves her lips, her body shuddering above mine at the intrusion.

  Biting back a moan as her tight hot pussy grips my shaft snuggly, I tug at the metal of my restraints. Right now, I’d kill to have a grip on her hips. Pin her under the weight of my solid torso while I fuck her into the mattress. Consoling myself that either way I’m going to come, I lay back and watch the show. Lifting herself up, Yukie thrusts downward, finding a rhythm I’m more than happy to join. I’m a willing sacrifice to her needs. The ferocity in her gaze just makes me harder. It burns with unadulterated lust and an innocent confusion.

  Cupping her breasts and twisting her nipples through the material of her dress, she rides me like I’m her personal toy. I’ve never seen anything so breathtaking. It’s something I could get used to.

  "Dio, I can't get enough of you." My words are thick and hoarse through juddering breaths. "Can't get close enough."

  "I hate you," she mutters, eyes dilated, heavy lidded with desire, grinding herself down on top of me.

  My attention skips to her lips that I badly want to savage with my own. "You don’t have to like me to have sex, but you like this don't you, Pussycat. The things I do to you, your body. You’re as caught up in this thing between us as I am."

  "It's wrong. I'm supposed to kill your kind. Not fuck you." Trailing a hand along to skim my jaw, she gently touches my mouth.

  "Who will ease your ache then? No one else can stop it from hurting like I can." Tilting my head, I take the finger tracing my lips into my mouth. Yukie shivers as I suck gently on the digit.

  Her orgasm is explosive. Stuffing a fist into her mouth, she stifles her cry, her body arching and stiffening in ecstasy above me. Her inner walls spasm around my cock, and it's a second later before I’m cumming inside her with a blinding force, and I’m sure I black out for a second. Yukie crumples against my chest, panting, shaking, her face pressed into the crook of my neck.

  I can’t resist turning my head toward her. Opening my mouth to her skin. Her blood calls to me. Excites me in ways I’ve never experienced before. Intoxicating. She’s sacred but profane, like a beautiful sin I'm eager to commit over and over.

  Yukie sucks in a heavy breath the moment I bite down. “Dante.”

  Sweet, thick, her life essence fills my mouth. It’s nectar. Every nuisance I savor. Each drag, I gulp it down greedily. I love the way she moans my name.

  If she knew anything about her species, she would have known fucking me would just make this worse for her. Instead of satisfying her urges, she’ll just crave me more.

  A second orgasm collides with the tail end of the first, quaking through her. Her pussy milks my cock still buried half hardened inside her. Running my tongue along the puncture marks I’ve left on her neck, I enjoy the feel of her against me.

  “You shouldn’t have done that.” Yukie’s words are rough but soft. Dripping with bitterness and sprinkled with anger. Climbing off me, she grabs one of my shirts off a chair and uses it to clean away my cum from between her legs.

  Laying back on the pillows, I watch her lazily. “What’s the matter, never been bitten by a vampire before, or are you afraid to admit you enjoyed it? You certainly seemed to enjoy my cock.”

  Tossing the spoiled garment on the floor, she readjusts her dress. Right now, I think she could happily stake me. My pussycat has claws, and so far, she’s refrained from using them. Instead she spits and hisses like a green-eyed kitten. How far would I have to push her to make her snap? See the beast lurking beneath her skin in all its glorious fury. I have the balls to unlock her cage; it's just a matter of time.

  Snatching up my phone from the bedside table, she taps off a quick text before scowling at me. If looks could kill, I’d be a pile of ash right now.

  9

  Yukie

  I’m losing my bloody mind.

  How could I have let Dante bite me? Sink his fangs into my neck and sample my blood. He’d given me another earth-shaking orgasm that had me blacking out for a heartbeat. I’m still feeling the ebbing pleasure. I’ve gone above and beyond obeying my orders. I kept the Vampire King safe as per the request of my client. Nothing else has mattered. Now I’m stuck in this goddamn nightmare. Reliving the same two days over and over is not my idea of fun.

  And how can I be in heat? I’ve never experienced it before. My tiger has always been quiet, but now she’s loud in my head, purring at the male we’ve just had sex with. He makes me lose focus, and my body pulses with animalistic need. Fucking him was a mistake, but I just couldn’t resist. Even now, his deliciously strong, intoxicating scent is filling my nostrils.

  His eyes stay on me, assessing and inquisitive. The smug expression his royal pain in the arse is wearing just makes me want to punch him in the face. Unfortunately for me, he seems to be connected to whatever is happening to me.

  A door opens in another room.


  “Your royal highness? I’m sorry to disturb you and one of your lady friends, but Mateo asked me to check on you.”

  The male voice has my tiger growling inside me. A werewolf. More than likely his sensitive nose has picked up the scent of sex. I shouldn’t be surprised; From what I’ve learned Dante is used to having women up here. Typical Alpha. Cocky, arrogant, and a player.

  Dante doesn’t say a word. Makes no attempt to call out for help. Instead we have a staring contest for about ten seconds until the footsteps become louder. We’re about to be interrupted. Before I even realize what I’m doing, I have Dante’s belt off the chair it's laying on and in my hand. Slinking toward the door, I stand by the wall just out of the line of sight of anyone entering. As soon as the bodyguard appears, I sweep his feet out from under him, taking him down.

  The wolf barely has time to gasp before I have the belt looped around his neck. Using my knee to keep him pinned to the floor, his shouts of fury are cut off as I tighten the leather strap around his throat. He struggles beneath me, clawing at the choke hold, trying his damnedest to buck me off.

  Attention darting to Dante, I find him observing in dark fascination. His flaccid cock stirs, hardening as he continues to watch. Seeing it thicken, a growing ache throbs deep in my core. Gaze bouncing to his, I keep the pressure up until his guard goes limp. When he wakes up, he’s going to be pissed.

  “What’s your plan, Pussycat? Keeping me tied up all night?” he murmurs, lips curving in a seductive smile. “Use me as your personal sex slave?”

  My inner tiger likes the thought of that. Having this male at our mercy. Making him submit to us while we take pleasure from his body. I don’t like it, these needs and unfamiliar urges that he’s causing inside me. Whatever they mean, I know he’s the catalyst.

  I sense another presence just before his brother steps into the room.