The Hunters 6: Rafe and Sheila

by Shiloh Walker

  Rafe’s hand caught hers and she pulled him forward, shifting her attention to the thicker length of his cock, licking on him like an ice-cream cone while she wrapped the fingers of her free hand around Dominic’s length, pumping up and down.

  Harsh groans filled the air and she could feel the fine trembling of their bodies. Sitting back, she smiled up at them. Fair play, she thought.

  That was her last clear thought, because Rafe pounced on her, slanting his mouth across hers as he took her to the floor, stretching her hands over her head as he plunged his tongue into her mouth. The cool black tile bit into her back, a startling contrast to Rafe’s warm, sleekly muscled body. His cock pressed against her belly as one knee pushed between her thighs, pressing upward so he could stroke it over the pad of her pussy.

  Then he was gone, her body cold in the air and clamoring for him.

  Dominic knelt at her side and she rolled toward him, cupping one hand over the back of his neck and drawing his mouth toward hers. As he met her lips, she pushed him backward and he went. Covering his body with hers, she teased herself by rubbing the wet folds of her pussy against his cock, shifting so that she could rub her clit against him.

  Dominic growled at her and one big hand came up, cupping her hip and holding her still. Rising, she stared down at him, her body shuddering. She watched as he wrapped a hand around his cock, urging her upward so that she could take him inside. A hungry little mewl slipped from her and she shifted, moving so that the tip of his cock was poised at her entrance.

  “Fuck her, Dominic.”

  Both of them turned as one to stare at Rafe as he strode back across the room. In his hand, he held a blue plastic bottle and Sheila’s excitement careened higher as she realized what it was. She didn’t know for sure where the lube had come from, but maybe the club provided it.

  Handy…very handy.

  Dragging her eyes up, she met his, terror and anticipation twining inside her. Maybe a little too handy.

  His lips crooked in a teasing smile and he knelt beside her, stroking one hand down her ass. “Now you didn’t think you were going to leave here without fucking both of us, did you? He’s too hot, burning for you…if you walked away from him without letting him put that fire out, he’d snap.” His eyes never left hers as he leaned forward, pressing his lips against her shoulder before he again said to Dominic, “Fuck her.”

  Something rolled through the air, a power she wasn’t unfamiliar with…a Master speaking, commanding. The reservations she had felt withered away and died and she screamed abruptly as Dominic gripped her hips and buried his cock inside her.

  Dominic’s eyes were wide and blind, his teeth bared as he threw his head back. The cords in his neck stood out and Sheila fell forward, licking at his neck, raking her teeth along his skin as his cock shuttled in and out of her aching pussy.

  She was aware of Rafe moving behind her and she whimpered as she felt him kneeling down behind her, his cock against her backside, his hands stroking up and down her back, one finger trailing down the seam of her ass.

  As if they had rehearsed this act a thousand times, Dominic slowed his frantic thrusts as Rafe applied the lubricant to her puckered anus. He pushed inside with his finger and crooned softly to her. Then he pushed a second finger in, pumping in and out slowly.

  Catching her lip between her teeth, she arched, pain streaking through her. It had been too long since she had done this…not since she had kicked Rafe out of her bed, and her muscles were tense, too tense and damn it, she couldn’t…

  Lifting her head, she turned to look at Rafe with wide, panicked eyes. “Rafe, I can’t…” she wailed.

  His hand came up, cupping over the back of her neck, urging her back down. Dominic’s mouth took hers, his hands cupping her face as he stroked his tongue inside her mouth, falling into a slow tantalizing rhythm. His hips circled against hers teasingly and she gasped as the friction again lit the fires inside her. Her clit ached—a visceral, needy ache.

  Rafe started to fuck her ass with his fingers, his other hand stroking over the full globes, sliding up and down her spine, gliding upward to cup one breast in his hand.

  They fucked her into a frenzy and she erupted around Dominic with a scream, quivering as Dominic scraped his teeth over her neck, breaking the surface and licking the deep wine-red blood from her flesh.

  Everything seemed to freeze, though, as Rafe moved closer, his fingers withdrawing from the tight clasp of her ass, only to be replaced by the blunt tip of his cock.

  She arched up as he pushed inside, slowly, working past the ting ring of muscle there. With slow, shallow strokes, he pushed her back into ecstasy, waiting until she started to push back against him before he thrust deeper.

  She wailed out his name and collapsed against Dominic, her breasts flattening against his chest, their hearts banging against each other. “Rafe…”

  He heard the soft, helpless whimper and it just made him hotter, made him harder. He stared down, watching the pink moue of her ass flower open around his cock, taking him inside slowly.

  Through the thin membrane, he could feel Dominic’s cock, throbbing and jerking in the snug confines of Sheila’s pussy. “She’s got the sweetest pussy, doesn’t she?” Rafe said gruffly, flicking his eyes upward to meet Dominic’s gaze.

  The younger man looked drugged, his eyes wide and dark, the flickering glow of vampire starting to emerge. “Fuck, yeah,” Dominic groaned.

  The need to move, to come, was heavy on Dominic, Rafe could feel it. Sliding just a little inside the younger man’s control, he reined in the pulsating need to come as he whispered against Sheila’s ear, “Ride him while I ride you.”

  Her hips rolled forward, then back, and Rafe hissed as the motion took another inch of his cock inside her ass. “You’re tight,” he whispered, hunkering over her, pushing deeper, limiting how much she could move. “You feel it?”

  Sheila whimpered as she rocked her hips again, still moving slowly. It took him deeper, then she slid away to take Dominic fully inside.

  “You feel it?” he repeated. “Tell me what you feel…what you want…”

  Sheila’s voice shook as she whispered, “It feels hot…tight…too much…”

  Rafe gritted his teeth—she flexed around him, the silken, clinging muscles of her ass caressing his length. “And what do you want?”

  “Damn it, Rafe,” she snarled, shoving back against him as much as she could. He grinned wickedly as she demanded, “Fuck me, damn it. Both of you…”

  The words ended in a wail as Rafe started to plunge, hard and deep. Beneath Sheila, Dominic bucked, and Rafe could feel him pumping against her, inside her, as well. Dimly, he was aware of Dominic’s hands coming up to grip at Sheila’s waist, bracing her weight just slightly, keeping her from collapsing against him under Rafe’s plundering cock.

  Pulling back, he stared down at her, where he entered her, just the head of his cock still inside her. Savagely, he pushed back inside, fucking her hard, deep, forcing her to take his cock and feeling her erupt around him, screaming his name.

  Sharply, he barked out, “Dominic, don’t come. Not yet.”

  Sheila sobbed as the climax racked her body. Dominic muttered, “Shit. I gotta come…she’s too hot, oh hell…”

  Rafe ordered, “Don’t!”

  He felt the power that flooded the room, dimly aware that it was him, asserting his dominance over the younger vampire, but more…he was aware of Sheila’s whimpering pleas, the way her skin started to flush, the way she bucked under his hands.

  Slowing his thrusts, he moved seductively within her, waiting until she had calmed, feeling Dominic follow his lead.

  “Suck on her nipples, Dom,” he whispered, wrapping one forearm around her limp body and lifting her for the other man. “She tastes sweet…hot…like strawberries just pulled off the summer vines.”

  Turning his head, he stared at their reflections in the mirror, Sheila’s long banner of golden curls spilling down her back, ar
ound her shoulders, blocking his view. Reaching up, he pushed her hair aside and watched Dominic suck one nipple deep inside his mouth.

  Sheila’s head hung limply, her eyes closed, her mouth open as another soft moan slid from her.

  As Dominic pulled back, her nipple, deep pink and hard, wet from Dominic’s mouth, gleamed in the light. Sliding his hand up her side, Rafe cupped her breast in his hand, plucking on her nipple and feeling her clench around his cock in reaction.

  “Tell me you love me,” he whispered, hunkering down over her, resting his chin on the curve of her shoulder and watching as another man loved her body.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she shifted, staring at him blindly. She shuddered and Rafe smelled blood, dropping his eyes to see Dominic licking a drop of blood away from the swell of her breast. Hunger flared inside him. Cupping her chin in his hand, he arched her neck, licking the skin he’d exposed and whispering against it, “Tell me.”

  “I love you…so much it hurts,” she gasped.

  Rafe sank his teeth into her skin and felt her start to come around them, her anal muscles clenching at his cock. Her pussy would be hot, tight, the muscles inside her clinging to Dominic as he thrust inside her.

  Her blood flowed down his throat like wine—fuck her, or feed…damn it… Lifting his head, he licked the small wounds on her neck before he straightened and started to plunge his dick inside her. Dropping the reins of control, he felt Dominic react. He could feel the other man as he bucked and plunged, his breath rattling harshly in the air.

  As Sheila wailed out his name, Rafe came, the semen jetting from his cock in scalding bursts. His head fell back, and he stared blindly at the ceiling as he whispered, “I love you, Belle.”

  * * * * *

  Dominic curled against Sheila from behind now, the scent of soap clinging to their bodies. Across the room, he could see the humans they had fed from, sleeping, still oblivious, sprawled on some enormous padded cushion Rafe had tossed on the floor.

  Dominic didn’t remember that. Or where the cushion had come from…hell, he barely remembered the shower, or Sheila kneeling in front of him and taking him in her mouth, sucking him off, giving him yet another mind-blowing orgasm while Rafe fucked her pussy from behind.

  Part of him felt guilty.

  It should be wrong, taking the blood, using them that way…right?

  But another part of him felt a satisfaction so enormous, so complete, it encompassed his entire being.

  But he was jealous.

  Sheila draped against Rafe’s body, her fingers trailing up and down his chest and via the mirror overhead, he could see the small smile on her face.

  Rafe’s eyes were closed, but he had the same smile, satisfied…complete. He’d known when he first started pursuing the sad-eyed blonde that she had somebody in her heart. Normally it was a very bad idea, pursuing a woman on the rebound. He just hadn’t been able to help himself.

  Of course, if he had known where he’d end up—a vampire, condemned to walk in darkness for years and years to come—well, hell. Maybe he still would have done it.

  He didn’t know, but there was something about this that felt fated. Like he was destined to come into this life.

  He wanted to kill the bastard who had done this to him. The memories came at him in the bitter dark of his sleep, making him scream silently, making him want to beg for mercy. And that totally pissed him off.

  But that wasn’t exactly why he wanted that man dead.

  He wanted him dead to save others from his fate…not being a vampire, but the…the rape.

  His body stiffened as he admitted it silently to himself.

  He’d been raped. Hell, being raped hadn’t even been one of his worst nightmares… It was beyond that, something that had been incomprehensible for him, something unthinkable. And now it haunted him. He wanted to get strong, stronger than he was…strong enough to keep this from happening ever again.

  Strong enough to protect others.

  Maybe that would help fill the sick hole that had taken root in his gut.

  “You’re thinking too hard, Dom,” Sheila murmured sleepily.

  Stroking a hand down her hip, he pressed his lips against her shoulder. “Sorry, sugar. Just got a busy mind.”

  Damn, would it sound ridiculous if he said “thank you”? His mind was busy, all right. Whirling, full of relief and satisfaction—this was the first time he’d felt like a man since that night. Even though just a few days had passed, his entire life had changed. When it had happened, a sick fear had settled in him. He’d wondered if he would feel so scared all his life? So broken? Wondered if he would ever feel like a man again.

  He doubted Rafe or Sheila could understand how deep that fear had run. Doubted they could understand what it had meant to him to feel a woman sighing under his hands, to feel her come around his cock, and to come inside her.

  God above, how could one night so totally destroy the fabric of his soul?

  Dominic didn’t realize he had whispered that part aloud until Rafe shifted up onto his elbow, and stared at him with black eyes. “He didn’t destroy you, Dominic. You’re stronger than that. And now even stronger than before. Swords forged in fire and all that.”

  Dominic flushed, the blood that pumped so sweetly through his veins just moments before rushing to stain his cheeks.

  Sheila wiggled between them, rolling over onto her side, wrapping an arm around him. “Busy thoughts, huh?” she whispered, hugging him tightly. “You’re going to be fine, Dominic. I don’t know what is running through your head, but I see pain in your eyes. Feel it in the air around you…but it will pass. Whatever he did to you, you’re stronger than that.”

  Staring into her compassionate blue eyes, Dominic felt the fear festering in him finally break loose, leaping to his lips before he could stop it. “What if I become a monster like he is?” he asked harshly, rising up, closing his fingers around her arms, staring at her desperately.

  “Shhh,” she whispered, pressing her fingers to his lips. “You’ve already chosen your path, Dom. Even if you haven’t acknowledged it, we know. You’re one of us, you’ll fight and destroy men like him, not become one.”

  “How do you know?” he demanded, unaware of the torment written all over his face. Just aware of that sick fear in his gut…what if he did became a monster?

  Glancing down, he realized with shock that his hold had turned bruising on her arms, the flesh above and below his grip turning white. Disgusted with himself, he let go of her, and started to turn away, only to have her arms come up around him. One hand buried in his hair, the other stroked up and down his back.

  “I just know.” Her lips skimmed across his cheek and she shifted back, still holding him close but staring into his eyes. “Dominic, I’ve been a vampire for more than twenty years, and a Hunter for fifteen. I know what evil is, I know its taint, its taste, how it feels. I know what it looks like when it lurks inside a man’s eyes.” A slow smile curved her lips as she gazed into his eyes, stroking her fingers down his cheek. “You’re many things, Dominic, but evil isn’t one of them.”

  Squeezing his eyes closed, he rested his forehead against hers, wrapping his arms around her. She shifted into his lap, her naked hip pressing against his cock. Blood stirred and he felt his cock lengthen, harden. But he was just content to sit there holding her.

  Feeling Rafe’s eyes on him, he looked up, meeting the older vampire’s dark gaze. “I needed this,” Dominic said quietly. It was the closest he could come to voicing what was in his heart.

  Rafe’s mouth crooked in a wry grin. “Yeah. I kinda guessed that.” He sank down behind Sheila, pressing his lips to her shoulder. She squirmed a little and shifted until she could wrap an arm around Rafe’s waist as well. “I think we all did.”

  Some twenty minutes later, they prepared to leave the room, gathering clothes, and shoes. Dominic helped Sheila find her purse as Rafe woke both Beth and Jake, staring into their eyes for long moments.

  F
inding the palm-sized purse under the bed, she slid the strap across her chest, and then leaned over to whisper to Dominic, “He’s leaving a false memory. As far as they are concerned, we all had a major gangbang in here.”

  Sheila’s heart smiled as Dominic flashed her a wicked grin, the humor she adored lurking in his eyes. His black brows arched over his dark eyes and he whispered, “You mean we didn’t?”

  Flashing a flirtatious smile at him, she said, “Well, maybe we did. But they weren’t involved. Now they don’t feel so shortchanged.”

  Dominic slid his eyes to the two humans who stood staring at Rafe as though they were entranced. Well, they were, sort of, lost in his eyes as he created the false memory of a wild, wicked night. “Something tells me a memory instead of the real thing is shortchanging them.”

  Sheila snorted. “Not for her. She isn’t going to find what she is looking for with him. He’s no more a master than I am.”

  Rafe turned away from the humans as they sank together onto the bed, their eyes staring sightlessly at them. “Well, not that I’m welling to turn sub on you, but I’d sure as hell love to see you in leather and stilettos,” he murmured, moving closer and pulling her against him.

  Waggling her brows, she teased, “You got it. So long as I get to see you in leather pants, chest bare, and some kinky black leather collar with studs on it.”

  They felt it, then. The presence of a deadly evil drifting through the air.

  Searching.

  The spit dried in Sheila’s mouth as she cuddled against Rafe’s chest, fear rolling through her as that presence tried to reach out and touch her.

  Rafe pressed his lips to her brow and then he moved her protectively behind him. Dominic moved to stand at Rafe’s side—Sheila realized that Dominic would to be a Master at some point, just by that simple, courteous action. Moving to stand between a woman and harm seemed like such a simple thing—but weaker vampires would have felt as devastated and weakened by that presence as Sheila did.

  She swallowed, dragging her tongue across her dry lips, focusing on the back of Rafe’s head, on the unique, male scent of him, anything to keep that fog of fear from taking control of her mind.