Dark Enemy_Taken

by I. T. Lucas

  Diving in for more of that ambrosia, he wondered if she'd ever made that sound for anyone but him…

  The thought of his woman with some puny, weak human spurred his aggression, and his need to get inside her, to penetrate her became overwhelming…

  He did…

  With his tongue.

  Shaping it into a spear, he thrust it deep inside her, penetrating her as he would with his shaft, fucking her rhythmically, forcefully. His palms clamped on her butt-cheeks, he held her in place while he tongue-fucked her…

  No… damn it.

  He was supposed to be making love to his woman, not fucking her. And even though the difference was only in how he phrased it in his head, it struck him as a kind of sacrilege.

  Fuck!

  Damn it, he was starting to hate that word…

  Even if it killed him, he was going to make love to Amanda slowly, tenderly—his body an extension of his heart.

  Dialing back on his aggression, he began lapping leisurely.

  Amanda's animal groans soon tapered down to a more human sounding moan, and she cranked her head up to get a better view of what he was doing.

  Hot damn.

  His mouth and nose buried between her wet folds, he gazed up at her eyes.

  Seeing her beautiful face framed by the pair of her glorious breasts, flushed with lust as she watched him pleasuring her, was so fucking hot that he was afraid his mind would short-circuit.

  As it was, his fangs reached their full length, pulsating with the urgent need to be sunk into his female whether his shaft was inside her or not.

  "Do it," she breathed.

  Oh, man, was he tempted. Licking a spot at the juncture of her inner thigh, he felt Amanda shiver in anticipation, the slight scent of her fear doing nothing to cool him down—on the contrary.

  He was, after all, a predator, and for the first time in his long life he didn't have to wrestle with his nature to avoid hurting a female.

  Amanda was not only just as feral as he, but she was practically indestructible.

  Not to mention that after all her puny, mortal, boy-toy lovers, she must crave that which only he could give her.

  But biting her would be cheating, wouldn't it?

  He wanted to make her climax before the venom did the work for him. And not just climax; he wanted her to fly higher than she had ever flown before and fall apart all over him, screaming his name. Or moaning it, or whispering it…

  Whatever… as long as it was his name.

  "Not yet, I want to make you come first… over…and…over…again…" he said in between long, wet laps of his tongue.

  "Oh, hell…" She groaned and dropped back, the outpour of wetness he caught with his tongue the best kind of yes imaginable.

  CHAPTER 26: KIAN

  Trekking behind Andrew, Kian gritted his teeth. Despite the fact that they were nearing their destination well ahead of time, the easy pace the guy was dictating was driving him insane.

  Kian was well aware that his irritation was irrational, but he couldn't help it.

  He was losing it big time.

  Thankfully, it wasn't long before the cabin's steep roof came into view, and a few moments later Andrew motioned for them to halt.

  The plan was for Kian and the brothers to wait some distance away from the cabin while Andrew and his buddies went ahead and planted small explosives around its perimeter. No need to risk the Doomer's innate immortal-male-alert waking him up prematurely, and ruin the tactical advantage of a surprise attack.

  Hopefully, the fucker was a sound sleeper and wouldn't detect the faint scent emitted by the mortals. And besides, with the wind picking up, odds were that their scent would disperse before it had a chance to filtrate through the cabin's walls.

  Not that it had done any good with the rest of the creatures inhabiting the forest. Judging by the howling frenzy of a nearby wolf pack, the wind wasn't all that effective in taking care of their team's smell. The fucking wolves were not only aware of the interlopers’ presence, but the pack had been stealthily following them for some time now, getting vocal at the most inopportune time.

  Unfortunately, as careful and as detailed as Andrew's plan was, there was no way to factor in nature's hindrance or conversely assistance.

  Damn. Hopefully, the howling wouldn't alert the Doomer.

  As Andrew led the group behind the cover of a slightly denser growth, he shrugged off his backpack and leaned it against the heavy roots of a tree. Crouching next to the green army issue, he pulled out a laser range meter and pointed it toward the cabin, took the measurement, then pointed it toward a large outcropping some five hundred yards away. "Kian, I need to time your guys' speed out here. Every fraction of a second counts. When I give the signal, I want you to sprint to that big rock over there." He motioned toward the rock formation. "It's the same distance from us as the cabin."

  Readying for the next stage of the plan to commence, Kian's muscles were already coiled. "All three of us at once, or one at a time?"

  "One at a time."

  "I'll go first."

  "Wait for my signal… And go!" As Andrew pressed a button on his watch, a corresponding red light flashed on Kian's.

  He crossed the distance in seconds.

  "Damn, you're fast," Andrew said as he recorded the time. "Okay, now you." He pointed at Anandur. "Go!"

  Then it was Brundar's turn.

  "And the winner is…" Andrew pointed at Kian.

  Apparently, adrenaline had given him a boost. Kian had expected Brundar to win—the guy was their fastest runner.

  "And you guys are not even breathing hard. Amazing." Andrew shook his head. "Okay, listen up. I'm going to go over the details again."

  "No need." Kian waved him off.

  "Maybe yes, maybe not. But you're going to listen anyway."

  Kian rolled his eyes but said nothing. Arguing with Andrew was pointless, and besides, he gave his word that he would not interfere and let the guy lead.

  "Once the explosives are in place, I'll give the go signal, and you guys sprint for the cabin. Fifteen seconds later, I'll detonate the explosives. The timing is crucial. I timed your speed and calculated exactly how many seconds it takes you to cross the distance. The explosive will detonate precisely three seconds before you guys breach the cabin".

  In addition to blowing a hole in the wall for unobstructed entry, the explosions would create a distraction, going off simultaneously in several spots around the perimeter and, hopefully, disorienting the Doomer.

  If everything happened exactly as planned, the commotion would distract the fucker long enough for Kian to get to him before the Doomer had a chance to grab Amanda and put a knife to her throat.

  Then it would be game over.

  The Doomer was Kian's.

  CHAPTER 27: AMANDA

  Holy, hell.

  The best sexual experience of her life, and this was just the foreplay. While expertly playing her body to fever pitch with his mouth, Dalhu had kept his pants on, and she could only imagine how amazing that hard length she'd felt before through his jeans would feel inside her.

  Amanda had expected sex with an immortal male to be different, but this was on a level she couldn't have even conceived.

  In comparison, her prior experiences couldn't even qualify as masturbation.

  What was it that cranked the dial on the erotic gauge all the way up? Immortal male's pheromones at work? The right chemistry? Was it Dalhu's magnificently powerful body?

  Holding her in place, making her feel feminine, delicate, fragile…

  Dominating her…

  Gently, reverently…

  The combination was so fucking hot—the novelty of being with a male who could overpower her with ease and yet never would without her permission.

  Who knew that a male's dominance could be such a turn on?

  Well, not just any male, but still…

  Even though Dalhu was more than strong enough to subdue her without tying her up, and e
ven though she could've gotten free if she wished so, the make-believe restraint allowed her to give herself over to the pleasure. For once, she was allowing a male to take the lead and not thinking of what would be her next move.

  Amanda didn't have even one submissive bone in her body, and though not quite the dominatrix, she was used to being the one in charge.

  Maybe this was it. Maybe it was so hot because this was all new to her.

  Different.

  It felt like a new beginning.

  A fresh start.

  All thoughts ceased as she felt his thick finger slowly penetrating her. First one, then two… and as he began pumping, her body surged up to meet his lips.

  He clamped a hand on her thigh, holding her down as he licked around her clitoris, his fingers moving in and out in a maddeningly shallow thrusts.

  She shifted up and heard herself say a word she never said during sex before."Pleeeease…"

  Dalhu growled as he lifted his head. “Please what?"

  His eyes glowing and his fangs fully extended, he looked feral, and instinctively, she knew the time to truly surrender was now. Behind those wild eyes, she saw little, if any, of the man. The beast had taken over, and it couldn't care less that she was impatient for him to bring her to a climax, and it certainly never heard of women's lib.

  The beast was asserting its dominance as it claimed its female.

  Damn, it was hot.

  As her body responded with an outpour of wetness, Amanda let her head drop back. Perhaps there was a little submissive bone somewhere in there after all.

  Nah… Not me…

  But as Dalhu kept her at a near boiling simmer, growling and nipping at her inner thighs whenever she wouldn't hold still, the coil inside her was winding impossibly tighter.

  Amanda held on.

  He wasn't going to let her come before he was good and ready, and once he did, she was going to shoot through the roof.

  At first, the desperate sounds she was making—the mewls and the growls and the keening moans—embarrassed her. But as it became almost painful to be held over that elusive edge, she stopped thinking and let herself go wild. She didn't care anymore if Dalhu heard the tortured sounds he was wringing out of her, or that her head was thrashing side to side as her bound hands banged on the armrest.

  Letting it all loose was liberating.

  It felt amazing.

  She was burning, and with her the whole world was going up in flames.

  Let it burn. She didn't care.

  Then Dalhu thrust his incredibly long fingers all the way inside her and curled them against that sweet spot on her front wall, at the same time sucking her clit between his lips, hard.

  The orgasm exploded from her with the force of a volcanic eruption, and she screamed his name as she flew, soaring above as it went spewing out like lava, on and on, until there was nothing left inside her.

  And with her, all around her, the world was exploding.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  Boom!

  CHAPTER 28: ANDREW

  Andrew cleared the tree line and stopped. The cabin had approximately a hundred feet of open space around it, with only one mature oak in front to provide cover. But as he'd expected, the place was mostly dark. All but the two uppermost windows were shuttered, and some dim light was visible through those two small triangles of glass. Still, with the moonlight finally breaking through the heavy cover of clouds, the illumination was sufficient for him to take off his night-vision goggles.

  Behind him, Jake and Rodney did the same.

  He'd left the immortals who needed no help with night vision some distance away, where the forest was denser and provided better cover.

  Stronger, faster, and the bastards can see perfectly in the dark.

  Well, good for them. Hopefully, they could also do something about that bloody wolf pack because the fucking howling was getting on his nerves.

  And what's worse, the wind was picking up at an alarming rate, which might render the helicopter useless for the return trip.

  Fuck! Like he needed another complication.

  He'd better hurry and assess the situation inside that cabin.

  It would’ve been great if the immortals could also see through walls, but unlike Superman, they didn't have that ability.

  Bummer, it could've saved him some time.

  He would need to get close and check.

  After all, it wouldn't be much of a rescue if they placed the explosives next to where Amanda was sleeping and blew her up. Though, if luck would have it, the perp was sleeping right next to a wall.

  As Andrew approached the east side of the structure, he carefully lowered his heavy backpack to the ground, then pulled out the portable Xaver 800 Electromagnetic Radar. The thing was not as easy to operate as the smaller models, requiring a tripod, but it provided the most accurate picture of a room's interior, including placement of furniture, the exact location of live occupants, and their movements. With the tripod's legs extended, he placed the device next to the wall and turned it on.

  Fucking, hell.

  The good news was that he had two live ones in there, which meant Amanda was okay. The bad news was that they were together… busy… and unless that Doomer was performing a medical exam, they were doing the horizontal mambo… And it didn't seem as if Amanda was struggling either…

  Golly gee-fuckin'-whiz.

  Thank God, Kian couldn't see through walls. No one would've been able to stop the guy.

  If not for Andrew's many years of training, he would've been no better than Syssi's hotheaded boyfriend and would've charged inside himself.

  This complicated everything. Not only was the perp awake, but it would be next to impossible to get to Amanda before the guy grabbed her.

  At least the sofa he had Amanda on was practically in the middle of the room so the explosives could go wherever on the perimeter of the cabin.

  Circling his finger, Andrew gave the sign for Rodney and Jake to go ahead and place the things at the spots they deemed best—no impediments to point out.

  By the time he was finished folding the tripod and packing the Xavier in his backpack, the guys had everything in place. His men were the best.

  Hefting the heavy load over his shoulders, he joined his buddies as they backed away, reluctantly clearing the stage for the immortals to do their thing.

  They couldn't have been more than a few feet away from the cabin when he heard the scream. An ear-piercing sound that carried over the whistling wind and the howling wolves and straight into her brother's ears.

  Fuck. Here goes the plan—

  There was a terrifying roar, and as he fumbled with the remote-control detonator, Andrew had the impression of something hurtling toward him with the speed of a runaway car and the force of a locomotive.

  No time to double-check the timing, he pressed the button and prayed to God the explosives would detonate before Kian reached the cabin.

  A split second later, the explosions shook the structure behind him, and the three immortal titans passed him and his buddies, almost knocking them over as they galloped at what was an unbelievable speed even for them—they must've been faster than cheetahs.

  Immortal or not, the perp was a dead man.

  CHAPTER 29: KIAN

  The fucker is torturing Amanda!

  Racing for the cabin, Kian felt like crossing that distance was taking forever though it couldn't have been more than a few seconds.

  And yet, as fast as he was running, his mind was going even faster.

  Planning.

  First, he was going to tear the Doomer's throat out.

  With that out of the way, he'd make sure Amanda was safe before taking out of Andrew's hide every ounce of pain Amanda had suffered because he'd been dragging his feet. While Andrew was pacing them and forcing Kian to go slow, Amanda had been tortured.

  Damn, he should have listened to his gut when it had urged him to push forward as fast as he could.

  As
he leaped over the smoking debris at the bottom of the large hole in the wall, the scene unfolding before him was even worse than what he'd been expecting.

  Crouching with his arms spread wide and his elongated fangs dripping venom, the Doomer was trying to block the view of Amanda's nude body laid out on the couch behind him.

  The fucker had her wrists tied with some rags, and although Kian couldn't see any bruises, it looked like she was passed out.

  This vile creature has tied and raped my little sister.

  He is going to die… painfully.

  With a roar, Kian attacked.

  He expected the Doomer to rush ahead and use the momentum to add power to the clash, but the fucker didn't budge from his spot, waiting for Kian to come to him.

  If he thought Kian would hesitate to tear him apart in front of Amanda, he was dead wrong. Very. Dead. Wrong.

  But something was off.

  On impact, the huge Doomer barely moved an inch, and Kian was starting to realize that he'd underestimated his opponent. But he couldn't count on Brundar and Anandur's help because he'd given them orders not to. They'd been assigned the important task of safeguarding Amanda.

  And yet, besides keeping his neck out of reach of Kian's snapping fangs, the monster did nothing more than defend himself.

  And guard Amanda.

  But as the brothers circled around, approaching the couch from behind, the Doomer's attention was diverted for just long enough to provide Kian with the opening he needed, and he sunk his fangs into the fucker’s thick neck.

  Kian's intention wasn't the merciful venom killing, though, not for this monster. He was going to rip out the fucker's throat, and as the Doomer was bleeding, go for his heart.

  "Nooooo!"

  Amanda's shrill scream was followed by the sound of ripping fabric, and then she was on Kian's back, clutching his torso between her naked thighs and pulling on his hair with both hands.