The Hunters Series

by Shiloh Walker

  “That was…unlike anything I have ever seen,” Eli said moments later. He stood guard over Manuel. Though his energy was depleted, the vampire still lived, and could still escape, if the mental ropes Tori had on him slipped.

  Eli nodded to the still body at his feet. “We need to finish this. Tori?”

  She eyed the body nervously. The knowledge that ran through her brain told her she could kill him completely if she took his head. Or the sun could finish the job. She couldn’t imagine taking his head and all three of them knew it—through the mental bond they shared—one that was wide open right now.

  She knew before he spoke what Eli would suggest. “If you leave the bonds on, the sun will finish it.”

  She also knew it would be long and painful. She would feel it, and experience it. “No. That is too brutal. I will not be a monster, not even to kill one,” she said softly against Declan’s chest.

  A shutter seemed to slide down, blocking her from him as he settled her on the ground, stroking one hand down her hair.

  Eli barely glanced at Declan, his golden gaze rapt on her face. “I think perhaps I should fear you as well,” he said, half joking, “if killing a vampire puts that look on your lovely face.”

  “He was evil. That was what made it so sweet,” she whispered, her lids drifting down. “The death of evil fulfills me—I think it’s part of what I am.”

  A soft mental stroke had her eyes opened and she stared up into Rosa’s face. Make it quick, she pleaded, her eyes full of grief and pain. He is not my son, but he was, once.

  Tori reluctantly nodded. She had started this, and it was her responsibility to see it done. But before she could figure out how to behead the vampire, Declan had returned. She watched in confusion as he doused the still body with gas.

  Rosa’s body jerked with a sob, and Tori gripped her tightly in a mental hold, trying to comfort the sorrowful woman as Declan tossed the gas can aside. Manuel’s eyes flew open, but the bonds still held, and he couldn’t move.

  The flaming match fell from Declan’s hand and the Spaniard went up in flames. A long, painful, hideous shriek filled the air and then all was silent. It took only a few seconds for the body to turn to dust. As soon as the flesh was consumed, the flames went out, the wind blowing the dust around.

  Rosa gently shrugged Tori’s hold off. And for a moment, her ephemeral form solidified and she reached out, caught Tori’s face in her hands, rising on her toes to kiss one cheek, then the other. “My thanks, always,” she murmured.

  And then she started to fade, her body becoming glittering white and sparkling, like faerie dust, Tori thought, before it drifted upward, flowing up and away from them.

  “Be at peace,” Eli said softly from the safety of the porch. He had moved away from the body quickly once he realized what Declan was up to and now he moved back to them, studying the scattering pile of dust, the charred grass around, dampened by the water Declan had thrown the minute Manuel’s body went up in blazes.

  “It wasn’t her fault,” Tori said softly, staring up into the sky. The glittery silver cloud was gone from her sight, but it was a sight she was certain she would never forget. For a brief moment, she had felt that light inside her, felt the peace, the warmth, the love and acceptance.

  And her fears had faded. She wasn’t evil. That soft beautiful light had filled her, and soothed the lingering doubts.

  She wasn’t a monster.

  She was the Huntress.

  Chapter Eleven

  Eli stood in his chambers alone. He had sent his bedmate away after he had awoken and fed. Her sweet blood had filled his belly but he still ached.

  He heard them coming. He remained by the fireplace, staring down into the deadly flames. And he wondered, not for the first time, if he would ever have the strength to touch that fire and let the flames burn him, and release him.

  “It would be no release, Eli. Merely an escape, a weak one at that,” Declan said from behind him.

  Tori stood in front of him, her hand linked with Declan’s.

  “When do you plan to return to your home, Declan?” Eli asked, his tone bored.

  “Soon enough.”

  “Tori will need to mark her territory, so that the ferals know a Master Hunter now protects it.”

  “I’m aware of that,” Declan said.

  Eli turned back to stare into the fire. “I had planned on either training her myself, or finding another vampire Hunter to do so. Our strengths are different from yours, and I had intended she be well aware. But you already know what you need to know, don’t you, Tori? Huntress?”

  “I haven’t sifted through all the information in my head, Eli. I don’t know what I know or don’t know. I certainly don’t know how that knowledge came to be there. But I know that if I need you, you will come,” she said quietly.

  He heard soft muffled sounds behind him but he didn’t turn to see. “You know I will.” They had forced themselves deep inside him, inside his head, his soul, and his heart. Eli wanted to hate them for that.

  It was so much easier to simply exist, to keep all others at a distance so he didn’t feel their departure so deeply when they left, or died. She was moving closer and Eli stiffened his body.

  The jealousy inside his gut was a deadly thing. But it wasn’t a jealousy for her, exactly. Rather that Declan had found a mate, something Eli had been searching and hoping for. And he hadn’t ever found it.

  When her hands landed on his waist, his eyes closed. “What do you want, Tori? If you’ve a need to feed, Declan can take you out. Or ask one of my people.” But go, and leave me be.

  “We want to keep a promise.” Her slender feminine hands reached for his shirt, hanging loose and open over his lean belly, and drew it down his arms.

  When she pressed against him, Eli knew what sounds he had heard. She was naked—he could feel the firm, warm push of her breasts against his back, the hard peaks of her nipples, pressing tightly against him. He whirled away from her and stepped back, staring at her lithe, nude body.

  Declan had flopped into a chair, naked now as well, one hand cupping his balls, stroking his shaft idly while he watched. Tori stared at Eli with hot, hungry eyes. “You’re a part of us, Eli. We feel you inside us. I do not like to know you are hurting.”

  “So you plan on the three of us living together, a happy threesome?” he asked mockingly.

  Her lips quirked at that and she shrugged. “I love Declan. He has my heart. But we want to be with you.”

  “One more time?” he queried, shaking his head. “The last thing I need is to be with you and make me want you more and more, and know I’ll never have it again.”

  Declan asked roughly, “Who said you couldn’t? Tori wants it, I want it. You want it.”

  “So you are willing to share her? Let me fuck her?” Eli demanded, feeling the lust build inside him, side by side with the despair.

  “If we weren’t willing, we wouldn’t be here. Take what is offered, Eli,” she murmured, moving closer and trailing her hands down his smooth, muscled chest. One hand paused briefly over his heart, pounding hard and heavy against his ribs, then they moved lower, to shove his pants down, freeing his aching flesh. She caught his cock in her hands, stroking lightly as she asked, “Isn’t that what you told me?”

  Eli grabbed her and whirled, pinning her between the wall and his body. Turning his head, he stared at Declan with tortured, hungry eyes. “Will you let me have her? Just me?”

  Declan’s eyes glittered and narrowed. But he nodded slowly. “If Tori is willing, I will.”

  “And will you stay, and watch? Suffer what I have suffered?”

  Declan smiled sadly and shook his head. “I cannot suffer as you have. I have her heart. But we can share our souls, her body.” Settling in the chair, Declan started to pump his cock with his hand. “Your time will come, Eli. You will find your match. Until then…”

  “Until then,” Tori repeated, catching his mouth with hers and tangling her tongue with his. T
he fat flared head of his cock probed her labia and she arched in invitation.

  He dropped to his knees in front of her instead, staring up at her with adoring eyes. “My life, my soul is yours,” he murmured, catching her hips in his hands and pressing his mouth to between her thighs, laving the plump outer lips before spreading her and thrusting into her with his tongue, drinking her down like a man dying of thirst.

  Declan stared at them with wide eyes that swirled and shifted. His cock bobbed in his fist insistently, demanding he go and take his place. He stayed seated, watching as Tori’s hands fisted in Eli’s hair. Along the path of their bond, he could feel her rising pleasure, feel phantoms of the pleasure Eli was giving her as he ate at her pussy.

  Her misty dazed eyes met his across the room and he shook his head, and mouthed, “Eli,” while he stroked his cock quicker and harder.

  Inside her, along that odd bond the three now shared, she had known how badly Eli hurt and how badly he needed this. She couldn’t deny him now, any more than Declan could.

  And oh, the pleasure. His teeth closed over her clit and tugged lightly, and Tori lifted her hips pleadingly for more.

  Her lids drifted closed and she climaxed with a scream, the pleasure that ripped through her echoing in Declan’s body and causing a tiny stream of come to jet from his shaft to land on his belly. Never breaking rhythm, he watched as Eli rose and ripped his pants away. But Tori evaded the hands that reached for her and fell to her knees in front of him, licking a trail from the base of his penis to the head, before she opened wide and took his cock inside her mouth.

  “Fuck me,” Eli gasped, falling back against the wall and catching her head in his hands. He rocked his hips against her mouth, pulling back instinctively when he felt the muscles of her throat close around the head of his cock.

  But she slid further down, the muscles loosening, until he was buried inside her silken mouth and throat all the way to his balls. “Damn it, she’s sweet,” he muttered as she fell into a rhythm that took his fat cock completely inside her. She would hold him close and tight for long seconds and Eli went half mad, grasping her head and pounding into her mouth.

  He dimly felt the echoes of sensation that raced through her, through the bond they shared and knew he was forcing too much of his cock inside her. He started to pull back when he felt the burning of her lungs but she growled and closed her teeth around him in threat, urging him back into the rhythm.

  “She doesn’t have to breathe much, Eli,” Declan said gutturally, aware of the mental tug of war. “Let her have it.”

  Eli felt his control break and he dug his cock in, burying it down her throat and rocking in hard, tiny feverish movements until his come blasted from him to pulse down her throat. He held tight, letting her swallow every last drop before he pulled away.

  She fell back, her lips red and swollen, her chest heaving as she gasped for air. Eli grabbed her and lifted her, bracing her back against the wall and drove his still hard shaft deep inside her body. She was wet and tight, her body resisting the abrupt invasion. “Take it,” he rasped. “Please…take it.” He felt the echo of the burning sensation in her belly and thrust again, driving his fat cock into her a little deeper each time. “You took it once…take it again.”

  Her resistant tissues slowly relaxed to cling and caress his length. She stared up at him with glassy eyes as he drove in a little deeper. She could feel him deep inside, parting her, stretching her, bruising her. With a subtle flexing of her inner muscles, she clenched around him as he started to pull out and push back into her slowly.

  He stilled and whispered, “Don’t.”

  She did it again and smiled a smug cat’s smile as he bellowed and pulled out, ramming back into her repeatedly. Hot streaks of pleasurable pain coursed through her, tightening her muscles and her belly until she was twisting on the cock that impaled her and begging for release.

  His fangs nicked her nipple as he swooped low to take her stiff peak in his mouth, suckling and nipping as he drove his cock inside her wet depths. Sweet, sweet Tori, he crooned inside her mind. Come for me, let me feel it. Let him watch it.

  Her eyes went blank and she screamed when he drove in at the same time he smacked her ass with the flat of his hand. She went in spasms around him and cried out as he flooded her body with cool, soothing jets of seed.

  Moments later she felt him pull out and she tried to drop to the ground, utterly weary.

  But Declan’s hands gripped her waist as he forced her face down over a chair, exposing her wet folds, dripping with sperm and cream, and the tightly puckered hole of her anus. “My turn,” he growled, smearing the natural wetness around her hole, his cock already gleaming from the lubricant he had brought with him.

  Tori struggled to rise, but another set of hands held her down as Eli rounded the table and dropped to his knees beside her. Covering her mouth, he took her into a drugging deep kiss, sliding one hand down to flick her clit as Declan started to press against her hole.

  “Not yet,” she whispered, thrashing against their restraining hands, even while she relaxed her muscles, letting Declan ease his finger inside her. He hissed as she closed over him, tight and hot.

  Eli slid inside her mind, wrapping her in a web of seduction, stroking away until she relaxed and forgot her weariness, while he made love to her mind. He ended it with a kiss as she screamed in climax and then Declan buried his pulsating, ruddy cock in her tight ass.

  “A vampire is a psychic creature,” Eli purred inside her mind, using gentle bonds to hold her body still, bonds she could easily break if she chose. She whimpered under the touch of his mind on hers while Declan shuttled his length in and out of her ass. “I can fuck you with just my mind touching yours. Feel him, Tori. Feel how hot and hungry he is for you, how much he loves you. Adores you.”

  His mouth took hers again and he added, “I adore you. So sweet, so hot, so female and soft.”

  Tori felt a strangled gasp in her throat as Declan raked her shoulder with his teeth, urging her to straighten from the table. Doing so left her body unsupported and forced him even deeper inside. He whispered in her ear, “Tell Eli to fuck you with his body, not just his mind.”

  Her head whipped back and forth before he caught her hair in his hand, holding her still. “Do it. Or I’ll stop. I can let him feed from me. And he knows how to fuck a man with his mind just as well as a woman. I’ll come all over you and let you die a little inside from the hunger.” He felt her hesitation as she eyed Eli, who was waiting and watching with hungry eyes.

  “You want it, Tori.” She felt him murmuring against her hair as his hands came around and cupped her breasts, pinching and rolling her nipples. “He’s bound to us, to you. You feel it, how badly he wants you? His needs eat at me—and you. Tell him.”

  “Your body,” she whispered on a sigh, reaching for him, feeling Declan’s approval. “Not just your mind.” Hell yes, she felt it. It was what woke her from a sound nap a few evenings ago. He had risen from his slumber and scented her, wanted her, and Tori had awoken hungry and needy…for Eli. All because he had awoken thinking of her, and Tori realized she was the completion of the circle.

  Eli grasped her legs and lifted her hips just a little higher before he steadied his cock and let her weight fall, taking both of them deep inside with one tight caress. At the same time, he slid inside her mind, battering down the defenses she had tried to throw up, knocking them down until he held her mind with his, controlling her body, her slick vagina, her quivering ass, controlling her orgasm, holding it just out of reach.

  He waited until he felt Declan start to pull out and then he thrust in, her body wet from his previous climax, taking his cock more easily this time. He felt the movement through the tissues as Declan shuttled back inside her. Falling into an opposing rhythm, they rode her hard, Eli catching one pebbled nipple in his mouth while Declan pinched and tweaked the other. Eli felt her arch and cry out, twisting in frustration before she snarled, “Damn you, let me co
me.”

  He wrapped his web of seduction just a little tighter, until she couldn’t speak. He also took her mouth, driving his tongue half way down her throat, tasting peaches and sex, the taste and scent that had driven Declan half insane, tasting his own recent climax as he ate from her mouth.

  Declan grunted and growled against her neck, his hips pounding against her ass as he took her in short brutal digs. He could feel the quaking in her body that she couldn’t control and he relished it. Declan reveled in controlling her body while Eli controlled her mind, knowing that she was willing to do anything they asked, if they would just keep fucking her.

  The walls of her anal sheath quivered and caressed his cock like a silken fist and he had to throttle down the need to come. Eli slid inside his mind, just a little, to help hold off the climax that would trigger all three. “A good fuck, she is, eh, mate?” Declan growled as he reached around and pinched one nipple roughly.

  “Damnation, yes,” Eli purred, rolling against her in a slow penetrating rhythm at odds with Declan’s furious pounding digs in her ass. Tori gasped for air and pleaded silently for release, damning Eli for the bonds he had placed, and herself for not simply snapping them. She flushed and heated as they spoke around her like she was a rag doll, her breath hitching as they compared what it felt like to pierce her body.

  “Sweet, hot little piece of ass,” Declan crooned against her neck. “Like digging my cock into electrified silk.” He slowed his strokes to slow and gentle, shallow and easy, feeling Eli do the same.

  “Tight wet sheath,” Eli added, as he drove his length into said sheath. “Soft, wet and sweet.”

  Her head fell back against Declan’s shoulder, lifting her breasts while she blasted them both with heated curses through their shared bond. Her arched back lifted her breasts prominently and Eli cupped one, flicking his thumb over her nipple repeatedly while he said in a conversational tone, “Such pretty tits, as well, round and white and firm. If only I could take what I needed from them forever, I could die happy.”