Raven Walks

by Ginger Voight

  The boy’s face fell, but he nodded. “Wait here.”

  He disappeared behind a beaded curtain, leaving Raven to survey the scene. This coven was unlike the other. People were feeding in booths and out on the dance floor. And he thought he could clearly make out one couple actually fucking in a back booth.

  The boy returned. “She says she will not see you now.”

  Raven just smiled. He leveled his powerful gaze on the vulnerable man-child. “I believe you’re mistaken.”

  The young man shrank back visibly. “I could try again.”

  “No need, Henri,” a female voice purred.

  Raven glanced up to see a redhead, but not his redhead. Instead of copper tresses her locks were strawberry blond. Instead of being tall, she was quite petite in stature. Her face was lovely, her eyes intense and her breasts inviting. Perhaps the trip wasn’t a total waste after all, he decided.

  “Lillith?” he asked in his own husky tone.

  Though diminutive in size, her command of the room was undeniable. She nodded her head slightly as she rounded the bar and came to stand beside him. “And you are Raven Crowe,” she announced.

  He seemed surprised that she knew who he was. “Have we met?” he asked, although he knew the answer was no.

  “In a manner of speaking,” she said as she hooked her arm with his and led him away from the bar. “I know Constantine.”

  This was not necessarily good news for Raven. Constantine La Rouche was the man whom he turned, only because of his insistence. He had been ill and feared he would die and leave his beloved behind, so Raven took mercy on his situation and spared him from mortality.

  The next day, fearing that his lover was a witch, the town burned her at the stake before he’d even risen.

  Through the hundred or so years since, he would hear of Constantine’s lust for revenge. He made humans pay for his loss by taking what they loved most and corrupting it the only way he knew how. It made Raven sick to know he’d created this monster, but there was nothing he could do.

  It was because of Constantine that he would never turn anyone ever again, no matter how much they begged. He’d rather drive a stake through his own heart.

  It was hard being a vampire with a conscience.

  Lillith guided Raven to an upstairs hidden room that was draped in black velvet and illuminated by candles. She dropped her silk cloak to reveal her tight corset that showed off her proud breasts.

  “How is Constantine?” Raven asked as he stood beside a chair but did not sit.

  “Heartless as always,” she commented with a wry smile. “From what I understand, you know that better than anyone.”

  He said nothing, just watched her approach. She gave him a wanton grin as her hand slid up his chiseled arms. “So what exactly can I do for the legendary Raven Crowe?”

  “I was looking for someone.”

  “Aren’t we all?”

  “A redhead.”

  She grinned. “How convenient.”

  Coldly Raven retorted, “But since she’s not here, I suppose I should go.”

  Her face hardened but her voice remained unaffected. “Then go.”

  But he didn’t turn away and he didn’t leave. By showing she didn’t care if he stayed or went, he suddenly wanted to stay. She must have done this before, he decided.

  “How do you know Constantine?” he asked.

  “I thought you were going,” she snapped and attempted to stalk away. Only he snaked out a hand to grab her elbow and pulled her roughly toward him.

  “I’d rather be coming,” he said in a low, seductive voice.

  Slowly she smiled. So this was his game. “Such demands. What makes you so certain you deserve that pleasure?”

  Using his mind he invaded her thoughts, to plant images of his throwing her down on the velvet covered sofa.

  He was quite surprised when the imaginary Lillith pushed him on his back in his own thoughts.

  He once again focused on her face only to find two fangs protruding from her mouth. It was his turn to gasp.

  Through his clothes he could feel the sensation of her hands on his body and his mind filled of thoughts of her taking his hard cock into her mouth. He felt the texture of her tongue wrapped like a snake around his shaft as she swallowed him whole. She continued to mind fuck him with her mouth, and as his explosive orgasm built, his fangs grew.

  He needed to come… he needed to feed. And all she had done was touch his arm.

  He grabbed her to him to take her on the spot. But she evaded his grasp and instead pushed him back on the chair, making the images she planted in his mind a reality.

  She groaned as she copped a feel of his massive erection through his pants. As she wrapped her hand around the bulge she could feel it pulsate inside of her. Like Raven, Lillith had an insatiable hunger. Not only did she need him to fuck her, she wanted to feel his fangs pressed into her flesh. And she needed to sink her teeth into his.

  Ever since Constantine had turned her, she too has associated her lust for blood with her lust for sex. And she knew from all she’d heard about Raven, he’d be the same.

  He was her match, and she was determined to show him she was his.

  Impatiently Raven pushed aside his pants to reveal his hungry cock for her. Unceremoniously he tangled his fingers into her hair and guided her down to where he needed her to be. Her tongue licked flames up and down and around his shaft and over the head, and he cried out as his cock jumped up to fill her waiting mouth.

  Finally she descended on him, sucking him into her mouth, carefully avoiding any contact with any of her teeth. He’d never been blown by a female vampire before, and was surprised at how skilled she was protecting his vulnerable body from her sharp fangs.

  In fact, most of the sensation was the head of his cock slipping into the back of her throat as he buried himself balls deep into her mouth.

  Though his urgency grew, she took her time. He tried to shove her head down on him but she was in charge. Right as she got him to the brink she’d lift her mouth away and allow her tongue to lick every inch of his delicious cock. He was delirious as he begged her to let him come.

  She instead lifted away to peel the rest of her clothing from her supple body. Her curves were inviting and he wanted to bury himself inside of her. But she was strong. She straddled his face and dove back down on his stiff dick with her hungry mouth.

  He grabbed her by the hips and pulled her down. His tongue teased her as relentlessly as she had been teasing him. He flicked her hard clit back and forth with his tongue until she was bucking against his face, then, with a grin, he’d stop, allowing the cool air to hit her before his tongue explored the rim of her sopping wet hole.

  He stuck two fingers deep inside her, feeling her clutch to him with powerfully strong muscles deep inside her pussy. He could only imagine what it was going to feel like to fuck her. The more he thought about it, the more he needed to come. His fangs grew almost painfully as he strained to bury himself into her mouth.

  Finally he couldn’t take it anymore. He had to taste her. He sank his teeth into her groin and tapped into a vein. This sent Lillith over the edge as she contorted in a full body shudder. She swallowed his massive load as she came over his fingers, still plunged deep inside of her.

  He fed on her much longer than he probably would have a mortal human being; the vintage of her essence intoxicated him. When he finally dragged his bloody mouth away, he had to sink his face back into her wet and trembling pussy. He couldn’t get enough of her, and he didn’t even bother teasing her. He sucked her hard clit into his mouth, his tongue circling around it, his teeth softly biting into her. She gyrated on his face as she screamed out in another mind bending orgasm.

  Just as she peaked, she sank her own fangs into the vein in his groin. As he was not used to being penetrated, he cried out in surprise. He felt his blood gush into her mouth, and he heard her feed noisily from him. His cock sprang back to life as he experienced a sexual rush
he hadn’t had for many years.

  Roughly he flipped her around so that she was sitting on top of him. He slid easily into her waiting pussy as she began to rock over him slowly, grinding herself down on top of him. He licked the traces of his own blood from her mouth before he kissed her hard and deep. Her pussy grasped his cock as his fingers found her hard nipples and cupped her full breasts.

  He bounced her on top of his rock hard dick, indulging in how tight and wet and warm she was around him. She encouraged him with alternate whispers and screams, commanding him to fuck her even harder and faster than he was doing. The dance of seduction and control out the window, he happily complied. He was still stone drunk on the taste of her and how her blood felt as it ran through his veins. He could hear her heartbeat thunder in his ears. His fingers dug into the tender flesh of her ass, forcing himself further and further inside her with each thrust while he watched her fangs grow longer and sharper.

  “Feed,” he whispered.

  She needed no further instruction. Her sharp teeth penetrated the skin of his neck. It was pain and pleasure in the very same instant. And he felt her start to come all around him the minute she began sucking the blood from his neck. She groaned deep in her throat as she lost control of her body.

  He ached to come as well, but he loved how it felt to be inside her while she fed on him. He waited until she’d had her fill. His strength stolen, he couldn’t flip her over and bang her from behind like he wanted. So instead he decided to feed slowly. His fangs scraped over the tender skin of her neck, piercing her ever so slightly. He felt her tighten all around him as he penetrated her, sucking rivulets of blood from her skin. He did it slowly, causing her to have a mounting orgasm that did not stop. He fucked her harder at her insistence, until he felt himself losing control. He shoved himself up deep inside of her as he drank heavily from her neck.

  He fell back against the sofa, spent. She lifted away slightly to gaze into his eyes. “Bet your other redhead couldn’t do that,” she murmured, licking away any evidence of blood from his neck and his chin and his cheek.

  He groaned and clutched her to him, prepared to keep her right where she was while he grew again for another session of hunger and lust.

  And he knew that despite his strong resolve to walk alone, Lillith was an Ice Queen he’d long to melt much more than once.

  Chapter Four: Tracy Lynn

  Lillith proved to be an interesting diversion for Raven for several weeks. But like anything else, his passion cooled and he began to yearn for something different. Fortunately for him, her lust for new blood was just as insatiable, so she did not cling to him like a forsaken lover as he returned to his favorite haunt to seek out yet another conquest.

  As the summer months crept along, the oppressive humidity drove people out later and later at night when it was cooler, which meant he was faced with a lot of new possibilities. Unfortunately, many of them were young college girls on the prowl for their next sexual adventure. Though they were ripe for the picking, he found them boring or worse – annoying. They were just as willing to pose for a wild girls DVD as they were to offer their neck to a complete stranger, which made their cheapened sacrifices of little use to him.

  Was it too much to ask for a woman who understood the true power of her sexuality? They treated their orgasms like spontaneous sneezes – something their body did with little to no thought or control. He wanted a woman who was fully able to savor her lascivious nature. He demanded more sophistication in his sensuality.

  Who knew if his redheaded temptress understood this power, but he was willing to go on a little faith. Very rarely did a vision revisit his dreams as she had done, almost as if she was doing it on purpose. If he didn’t know any better, he’d suspect that she was an aged bloodsucker like himself, with the ability to infiltrate the mind and manipulate the senses. Thoughts of her were slowly morphing from a curiosity to an obsession. He couldn’t even remember the exact curve of her face, but the image of her vibrant hair was burned into his memory, like a tattoo on his brain. Raven decided that even if she didn’t know the power of sex, she would when he was done with her.

  Of course, Raven felt that of all of his conquests. He had been hard pressed to find an equal, much less someone who could teach him a thing or two. But there was something different about this redhead – and he was determined to find out what that was.

  So he went to the bar every night and he waited, willing her to return. His aura grew so strong in his desire that he drew women to him like a magnet. One in particular found him especially interesting. Her name was Tracy Lynn, and she made sure he was aware of her presence.

  Like too many of the other young women who frequented the bar, she was far more annoying than enticing. She stood too close, laughed too loud and invaded his personal space without invitation on more than one occasion.

  While he’d been polite, he had not encouraged her behavior in any way. He refused to waste his time with her, and she had no real clue who she was dealing with despite the fact he could bare his fangs at will in the sanctity of the coven.

  She was, for lack of a better word, a groupie. Vampires were like rock stars in that way. Their ultimate dangerous, rebellious bad boy nature drew girls to them in droves. While their fascination was a bit of an ego boost, their desperation wore on Raven. They were why he was so selective, and found himself drawn to those girls who presented more of a challenge.

  With Tracy Lynn, there was no challenge. She made sure he understood in no uncertain terms that he could have her in whatever way he wanted her, which was the number one reason he didn’t want her.

  That and she was impossibly dull. From her drab, unstyled tresses to her careless wardrobe, everything about her screamed to the heavens above how much she needed him to even validate her existence.

  Unfortunately for Raven, his disinterest fueled her obsession. And this night was no exception. She buzzed around him like an annoying gnat, despite the fact he had taken to communicating her only with curt head nods or placating smiles. She remained astonishingly unaware. In fact, she seemed to take whatever sign he gave her as positive reinforcement for her behavior. She inched closer and closer to him as he turned more the other direction.

  Clearly she had not been schooled in the fine art of body language.

  He managed to ignore her for the most part as he kept his eye on the door of the club. And almost like a mirage, the shock of bright copper hair appeared from the moonless night.

  He was so struck to see her again he forgot about Tracy Lynn. He wasn’t sure but he even thought he might have forgotten to breathe.

  Her black cloak fell away to reveal the milky white expanse of her ample cleavage, pushed high and proud by a purple and black velvet corset. Her bright green eyes were lined with black eyeliner, while her pale ivory face was illuminated under the lights over the dance floor.

  It was her. She had come to him.

  Why hadn’t he thought about calling to her before?

  Just as he pushed away from the bar to go to her, he caught sight of the man who entered the bar just behind her. What he saw stopped him in his tracks.

  It was Constantine La Rouge.

  The tall, imposing figure commanded attention the moment he entered the room, but it was his devastatingly powerful eyes that would render anyone in his path defenseless to his will. He had a cocky, rock star swagger and a self-indulgent pout that would make women practically fall at his feet.

  Quite simply he was beautiful.

  And he had draped his arm possessively over the shoulders of Raven’s dream woman.

  “And so I was thinking, maybe you could take me home.”

  Raven blinked and turned his head toward the voice speaking to him. It was Tracy Lynn. “What?”

  “My ride,” she repeated and pointed off to another girl making out with a vampire at the end of the bar. “She looks like she’s going to be occupied. I was thinking maybe you could take me home.”

  His inst
ant refusal died on his lips as Constantine and his date passed right in front of him.

  When her eyes met Raven’s he felt electricity shoot down to his loins, as if she had touched him. Her full lips beckoned him to disregard all protocol and kiss her promptly and without reserve. He was so thunderstruck he had to look away, and that was when he caught a glimpse of Constantine’s smug face.

  “Raven,” he said with a nod of acknowledgment. “It’s been a long time.”

  Raven nodded and then glanced back over at the redhead. Constantine bent to tell her, “This is Raven. My master.”

  Raven cringed at the term, but extended his hand anyway. “Abigail Mandrake,” she responded in a voice so soft he felt it slide all the way down his spine. “It’s nice to meet you finally.” Raven’s eyebrow rose, to which she replied, “Your reputation precedes you.”

  He smiled, and with great satisfaction he saw her composure crack under its seductive weight. “I hope it’s all good,” he replied, his voice as soft as hers.

  Tracy Lynn decided to make her presence known, threading her arm through his. “It couldn’t be anything else,” she said with a flirty, but possessive, smile.

  “Yes, all good,” Constantine replied, his eyes boring through Raven. Whether it was fear, love, respect or hatred, Raven couldn’t be sure. Instead he glanced back at Abigail. Her bright red tresses tumbled over her bare shoulder, and in their proximity he could see the silky expanse of the skin on her neck.

  It was completely clean.

  Raven wasn’t sure but he thought he might have groaned. The sexual tension was so thick you could have cut it with a knife. Constantine responded by pulling Abigail closer into his embrace. For some inexplicable reason Raven wanted to pull her away from him. It was an impulse he reluctantly resisted.

  Abigail smiled at Raven. “It was nice to meet you,” she said before turning away to follow Constantine on the dance floor.