Raven Walks

by Ginger Voight

  Raven watched as Constantine folded her into his arms; she practically disappeared into him. The beat was slow, hypnotic and overtly sexual, and Constantine responded by grinding her against him, his eyes swallowing her whole.

  As he watched her respond to his seductive gaze, Raven began to harden. She didn’t wilt against Constantine like so many of his conquests. Instead, she gave him a glance of her own. Her hands slipped up into Constantine’s long brown hair, clasping a handful as she wielded her sexuality like a sword. Her strength and her power over her own sensuality fueled Raven’s obsession. He knew that he had to have her.

  He felt Tracy Lynn press herself against him. “So how ‘bout that ride?” she purred.

  His eyes were hard as he glanced down at her. She was so wrapped up in her own obsession she couldn’t see his clear interest in someone else.

  Or maybe she did and felt like she had to turn up the heat. Either way he found her attention intrusive.

  But it was also convenient. He grabbed her arm roughly and pulled her on the floor.

  He slammed her to him and mimicked Constantine’s movements, making sure Abigail saw. In fact, he didn’t look at Tracy Lynn once while they danced. He kept his eyes on another woman, unconcerned that Tracy Lynn might see.

  Despite the fact Abigail danced with Constantine, her eyes also were locked on Raven. He invaded her thoughts so that they were dancing together. He felt her soft curves against his hard body. He tumbled headlong into those intoxicating green eyes, and his body responded to thoughts of how it would feel to kiss her, to thrust his tongue between those full, glistening lips.

  Tracy Lynn felt his erection start to grow against her and though it was clear that wasn’t because of her, she took it as a green light. She ground against him, her hands sliding down his back to cup his ass and press closer to him.

  This yanked Raven out of Abigail’s head. He growled with displeasure, and Tracy Lynn groaned in response. Raven instead looked back over to Abigail where he saw Constantine lean down to kiss her. The younger man’s mouth covered hers, and he could feel their tongues tangle and mesh. He tried to project himself into her mind, but the thoughts were jumbled and clouded.

  He knew Constantine had pulled her under his spell.

  With desperation he watched Constantine pull her from the floor and lead her into a back room, sending his master a triumphant smirk as he did so. Without thinking, Raven released Tracy Lynn abruptly to follow them.

  The pulsating beat thundered behind them as he wound his way through the bowels of the secret underbelly of the coven. They could hear moans and screams coming from the various closed doors, the smell of sex and blood rising through the air. He was about to explode if he couldn’t find Abigail, to thrust himself deep into her while tasting her virgin skin under his fangs.

  But his senses were on overload and he couldn’t pick up her scent. As he turned back he saw Tracy Lynn, who had followed him like an expectant puppy.

  Full of frustration, Raven snarled as he grabbed her and pushed her up against the wall. She gasped as she saw the length of his fangs. “Is this what you want?” he demanded angrily.

  He brought up his knee to part her legs as he watched several expressions steal across her face, fear among them. It fueled his aggression. He had never taken what couldn’t be freely offered, but he was not above giving a pest like Tracy Lynn exactly what she wanted to prove she had no idea what she was inviting.

  Sometimes he had to be cruel to be kind.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked. “Isn’t this what you have been begging for?”

  She nodded. “Yes.”

  He bared his fangs. “Do you know what I do to girls like you?”

  She nodded again. “I’m not afraid.”

  He spun her around to press her face up against the wall, his hard cock pressed into the curve of her ass. “Yes, you are,” he told her. “And you should be.” He ripped her panties down and shoved a finger up inside of her. Though she trembled in fearful anticipation, she was sopping wet.

  What a foolish girl, he thought as he surveyed the smooth skin of her neck. With an angry hiss he bared down on her. She cried out when his fangs pierced her neck, all while his fingers toyed with her hungry cunt. It was blinding pain and searing pleasure at the same moment. She came almost instantly.

  A noise off to the side of them caught his attention, and without breaking his deadly embrace he glanced over to find Abigail standing there, her eyes wide -- her neck still clean.

  Raven’s eyes glazed over as he invaded her thoughts and it was her blood on which he feasted. In his mind, he was plunged deep inside her tight pussy, fucking her fierce and hard as she cried out underneath him.

  His thoughts were so potent that though both Abigail and Raven were completely dressed they both teetered on the brink of massive orgasms. Just as he felt himself about to explode, she yanked herself out of his dream world and turned and raced away into the shadows.

  He cried out in frustration. He wanted to chase after her but he needed to come. He urgently pulled his hard dick from his trousers and shoved it right up inside Tracy Lynn where she stood pressed up against the wall.

  He continued to suck from her neck as he pumped in and out of her. She began to struggle against him, his passion and his hunger terrifying her as she felt her life slowly begin to drain out of her. As she began to swoon against him he finally released her neck from his ruthless fangs as he shoved himself up inside of her to spew his load with an angry yell.

  That was when he caught the tear hovering on the tips of Tracy Lynn’s eyelashes. She was ravaged, and it had been because of his anger.

  He backed away and Tracy Lynn slid down the wall into a heap on the floor. She glanced up at him through half closed eyes. “Next time, careful what you wish for,” he advised as he pulled up his pants. “You just might get it.”

  “But I love you,” she mumbled, but it was garbled and incoherent. She could barely focus on him as she sank into unconsciousness, weakened by her loss of blood.

  It almost felt like a dream when she was hoisted into strong arms and carried into another room. Her head bobbed as she tried to pull herself out of the murky depths of her subconscious, and she caught just a glimpse of long, luxurious dark hair. “Raven?” she murmured.

  A door closed behind them as she was laid ever so gently on a satin covered bed. She blinked as she tried to focus on the man who lay down next to her. “Who are you?” she whispered.

  “Your salvation,” he responded back in a voice so gentle it set her whole body on fire. He loves me, she thought to herself as she rode the waves in between consciousness. He really, really loves me.

  Slowly his eyes pierced through the fog. Those intense brown eyes that seemed to fuck her before their bodies had even touched. She groaned as his fingers tenderly opened her blouse and pushed her bra away. A warm mouth descended on her erect nipple, teeth gently piercing the tender skin there. She gasped but arched her back toward him as she was overcome with sexual bliss once her blood mixed with his saliva.

  He continued to undress her as he licked his way down her body, taking little bites from her skin. She cried out, her fingers in his hair as she guided him where she wanted him to go.

  She was rewarded with hot breath against her quivering pussy. Immediately she opened her legs wider and his tongue danced along her erect clit. He took his time, savored her taste, his tongue flickering around the hard nub and then sliding in between the wet lips of her cunt. He sucked her into his mouth and sent her off into outer space.

  He crawled up her body and her legs scissor crossed around his naked waist as he bent in for a kiss. His tongue crawled around her mouth as his cock slid just inside of her. Using her legs, she pushed him in further, feeling him impale her on his rock hard erection. He moaned into her mouth, which she echoed.

  He thrust in and out of her slowly, taking his time, feeling each and every inch of her grasping him and pulling him in deeper. Her hips
rose to meet his as the desire in her rose. He had one hand underneath her, pulling her ass closer to him, the other hand was in between them, cupping her breast, pinching the nipple.

  She was lost in his kiss. This was what she had wanted, not angry consolation sex in a hallway. She savored him right up until she felt his fangs begin to grow. She knew how close she had come to losing herself before. She still was hovering on the brink. She knew that if she wanted to live, she couldn’t allow him to feed anymore. She whimpered as she shook her head when he rose up.

  All she saw was fangs and bottomless eyes. “No,” she whispered.

  “Shhh,” he whispered as he continued to fuck her. “Just feel me.”

  She closed her eyes and obeyed. She felt his hard cock filling her, invading her, completing her. She clutched at him with desperation, needing him deeper. His own urgency began to build. He began to pump harder, stronger, deeper. She responded in kind, until she was crying out loud from feeling him reach deep inside of her, his impossibly hard cock stretching her wide.

  “Now,” he said as she began to come. “Let me taste you.”

  She shook her head, but her orgasm overtook her. It was such exquisite pleasure she wanted to cry. He was touching her in a place she’d never even known existed.

  “Give yourself to me,” he demanded in a seductive whisper.

  She was incoherent as wave after wave flooded her body. Finally she nodded, a tear rolling down her face. Gently she felt the sharp fangs sink into the tender skin once more. Her blood pumped into him, causing him to race to his own climax. As he sucked, his movements grew more urgent, more demanding.

  He was slamming into her by the time she started to black out, the last of her blood dripping from the sides of his mouth. He took the last of everything she had to give, and spent himself inside of her.

  Moments later he fell on her lifeless body, feeling its warmth already beginning to fade.

  Tenderly he traced her face with his fingertip. “Sleep well, my love,” the sated vampire whispered. “You will wake soon.”

  He pulled out of her, covered her up and left her there.

  The wait now began.

  Tracy Lynn died never knowing she would soon walk the same dark path Raven Crowe walked.

  Chapter Five: Constantine

  Raven sat staring into the bottom of his glass, losing himself in what little amber liquid that remained. He had long given up liquor for blood, but he felt such self-loathing for what had taken place with Tracy Lynn that he needed something with a little more kick than his usual bottle of water. Something that burned as it poured down his throat, and sat in his stomach in a bubbling mass of acid and regret.

  He had behaved in a way that repulsed him. He had punished her for annoying him, and punished her for wanting something he didn’t want to give. He’ll never forget how pale and how lifeless she looked when he left her. With one swig he killed his drink and held up a finger to Sonja to indicate he wanted yet another.

  She was concerned, given he was acting totally against type, but she obeyed. He was a paying customer after all. Besides, she got a sense that he had little patience for disobedience and didn’t particularly want to test the depths of his wrath, especially when he looked so angry. He practically snarled at anyone who tried to cozy up to him, even beautiful women who clearly wanted to give themselves to him. He needed to feed, she could tell from the pallor of his complexion, but he seemed reluctant to do so.

  She didn’t know what exactly was wrong, but she knew something had to be. Very, very wrong.

  His mood went from bad to worse when Constantine sauntered over to the bar where Raven sat. Sonja watched from the sidelines as the younger vampire smiled at his master. “What a night,” he commented as he signaled for his own drink. “How did things work out with your victim?”

  It was a term that hit Raven below the belt. He had made such a point to only take from those willing to give that he never looked at his donors as his “victims,” even though he was stealing their life from them in small doses.

  “Not well,” Raven muttered as he gulped his second drink. Then he ordered another. His angry gaze leveled on Constantine. “How about you? Abigail, was it?”

  Constantine chuckled. He knew for a fact Raven knew damn well what her name had been. “She’s a tigress,” he baited. “I can’t wait to have her again.”

  “Bullshit. You didn’t have her. Her neck was clean when she left here.”

  Constantine’s eyes twinkled with mischief. “Her neck was clean. The rest of her wasn’t.”

  Raven felt bile rise in his throat. Sonja poured her usual amount of bourbon into his glass, and he indicated rather impatiently that she double it. She complied, and he downed his drink in a swallow. “A groupie?” he finally managed to ask.

  Constantine contemplated his answer for a moment. For maximum effect he should probably be somewhat honest, if only to feed Raven’s lust. Making Raven burn for what he couldn’t have seemed proper punishment. It was Raven himself who had damned him to immortal hunger while allowing his beloved Nina to perish while he slept.

  “No,” he finally said. “She’s a journalist who wants to learn about vampirism from the inside.” He gave Raven an evil grin. “I’m more than happy to oblige.”

  Raven glared at him. “Don’t turn her.”

  Constantine offered a nonchalant shrug. “Who am I to deny her immortality if she wishes?” Raven didn’t answer, but Constantine read him like a book. He chuckled. “I had no idea you were so hot for virgins, Raven. Or is it you want to turn her yourself?”

  Raven grabbed Constantine by the shirt, which surprised the nearby Sonja. “Never,” he hissed. “I too deeply regret the first time I made that mistake.”

  Constantine’s smile faded. “As do I,” he said in a low voice as he pushed Raven’s hand away.

  They sat silently as they drank. Raven’s mood went more downhill as he realized Constantine had started to seduce Sonja.

  His eyes inhaled her petite frame, from her bobbed black hair to her tiny waist. She had an exotic look, with amber eyes that shone like topaz, and a sleek, almost carved face. Her small breasts lifted up her tiny shirt to expose the smooth tone of her stomach, which was adorned with a belly button ring, as well as an ornate tribal tattoo that sprawled across her tail bone.

  Raven watched as the younger vampire seared his way into her thoughts with a purposeful gaze, and then witnessed her body physically respond to his mental manipulation. Her nipples hardened underneath her thin t-shirt, and goose-flesh spread across her skin as a blush rose up her neck.

  When she turned to face him, she gasped. Raven watched her fend off his mental lovemaking.

  “What are you doing?” he demanded under his breath.

  “I’m fucking her,” Constantine answered in an unaffected monotone. “Want to join me?”

  “No, thanks,” he answered. “I don’t retread old territory.”

  Constantine chuckled and Sonja moaned out loud as she leaned against the further end of the bar. “Sloppy seconds, is that what you’re saying?”

  “Something like that,” Raven said as he took another drink.

  “Then you’re getting soft, old man,” Constantine taunted. “You didn’t finish the job.”

  Raven’s eyes slid over to where Sonja stood, and watched blood rise just to the surface of her neck. He grabbed Constantine by the arm. “Stop.”

  Constantine leveled his gaze on Raven, releasing Sonja who sighed in relief as slumped toward the counter. “And why should I do that?”

  Raven said nothing as he looked back at Sonja. Her eyes begged him to save her. She looked like a rabbit on a woodsy trail, or a squirrel caught in a trap. He could smell her fear, like the bubbles of fine champagne tickling his nose.

  Next thing they all knew they tumbled into one of the back rooms, this one draped in purple satin. Sonja wrapped her arms around Raven and succumbed to his kiss while Constantine stood behind her, grinding his stee
l hard dick into her firm ass.

  As Raven dropped to his knee and alternately kissed and sucked his way down her body, she leaned back to kiss Constantine, his tongue wrestling with hers as he lifted her hips up into his hands. Raven found himself squarely between her spread legs, offered generously by the other man.

  As Raven’s tongue darted inside of her, Constantine’s erection, still hidden underneath his clothes, slowly rocked against her bare ass. Already on the brink of his manipulation from earlier, Sonja didn’t take much to end up screaming and bucking against Raven’s hungry mouth and expert tongue.

  Her legs shook as Constantine lowered her to the floor. He grabbed her by the hair and turned her to face him, which she did -- drunk on both of their auras. She tore away his shirt and planted hot kisses down his chest.

  Raven rubbed her back and cupped her ass as he watched her unfasten Constantine’s pants. In one motion she sank his entire erection into her mouth. Raven had felt that mouth on him before, so he could absolutely imagine what it would feel like to be the dick inside, teased by her magical tongue. His fangs grew as his cock hardened, needing to feel her around him.

  He released himself with one hand while spreading her hips with the other. With one swift thrust he buried himself inside of her hot, waiting pussy with a grunt. Constantine’s eyes met Raven’s. Like swords sparking as they collided, the sheer, raw power of their lust made both men unsteady on their feet as they pummeled their willing playmate from both ends. Their fangs dug into their cheeks as their faces contorted into snarls. Her screams of ecstasy were lost under the union of forces taking place inside of her and around her.

  Constantine’s eyes almost glowed as he glanced down at the human neck. He needed to feed. Raven feared that he would turn her with his insatiable hunger and instead grabbed the other man by the hair. “Take it from me,” he growled.

  Constantine needed no further encouragement, considering it was what he had wanted in the first place. There is no taste like that of a seasoned vampire. It was the purest high in the world. He sunk his teeth into the strong neck of his master and drank from him. As Raven spent himself inside of Sonja, the taste of his blood exploded into a kaleidoscope of color in Constantine’s mouth, causing him to lose control and come harder than he ever had before.