The Hunters Series

by Shiloh Walker

  “Tight, sweet, hot little pussy, I can smell you,” he murmured against her lips, pulling back before moving to lick away the tears. “Tasty little thing. Let me feel you move under me.” Propping his weight up on his elbows, he pumped in and out of her lazily, almost absently, staring down at her expectantly. The golden muscles of his chest shifted, playing under the smooth perfection of his skin as he watched her, those dark, dark eyes so rapt on her face.

  His silken hair fell across her body like a cape, sliding, caressing as he moved against her, and Lori fisted her hands in it as she lifted up against him, shuddering, quivering as spasms of pure, electric sensation raced through her. With the curved end of his cock…ah…angling against her, Jonathan was now stroking the head of his cock directly over her G-spot. Lori stiffened, throwing her head back as she tightened her legs around his hips and started to piston against him, harder and harder. Taking his hard, hot length deeper and deeper, she stared up into his eyes, feeling them engulf her.

  “So soft and wild,” he rasped, stroking one hand down her hip, cupping her ass. Lori wailed as he pressed his fingers against the seam there, spreading the cheeks of her ass, letting the cool kiss of air caress her rosette as he started to slow his thrusts, fucking her deep, rolling his hips so that he was caressing her G-spot thoroughly with each deep stroke.

  “Scream for me, Lori.”

  Lori shuddered as his dark head lowered to the soft mound of her breast. She sucked in a ragged breath of air as he sank his teeth into the pink crest of one dark, rosy nipple, suckling deep, nipping gently before swirling his tongue around it.

  A liquid storm was building, molten and steaming, as he pushed himself inside her, angled so that he rubbed against her clit with each deep thrust.

  “Jonathan, please,” she gasped, digging her nails into him, staring blindly into his face. His eyes were gleaming, more golden than brown now, as an animal in human skin stared down at her, long fangs pushing down past his lower lip.

  Lori didn’t care as she wound her hands into his hair and pulled him down to press her mouth hungrily to his, driving her tongue deep, drinking down that dark male taste—the taste of the woods, of honey and mead, and the wild. He arched his back and pumped his hips against her, his cock burying inside her, his balls slapping against the crevice of her bottom as they both started to come. Lori coming in slow, rhythmic pulses that grew in strength and duration, while Jonathan started to furiously fuck himself into her. Burying his hands in her hair and groaning against her mouth, his cock jerked and pulsed as hot, rolling waves of semen jetted free, deep inside her sheath.

  Lori sobbed into his mouth, her entire body trembling, feeling his heart pounding against her, the slow darkening of his thoughts, the quivering of his powerful, lean body as he went rigid against her.

  As he pumped the last of his come into her, her body went slack, and Jonathan bussed her mouth gently. Easing to one side before rolling to his back and taking her with him, he cuddled her against his side and yawned.

  Lori was still lying there, cold and naked when he slid into sleep.

  The magick had taken a toll on them both, but on Jonathan more than her. As she napped briefly, in the back of her mind, she was thinking. And hoping, but wondering if she dared to dream while she slept.

  Her taste was on his tongue, and her scent filled his head.

  Lori…

  Curled against her back, his cock was cuddled against her softly rounded ass, tucked snugly between the cheeks in the sweetest way imaginable as he drifted awake. Damnation…what in the hell have I done?

  And then he rolled and slid his hand up her side, cupping a small, firmly rounded breast in his palm. Pinching the nipple as he sank his teeth into the soft pad of muscle that topped her shoulder, he gently laved the slightly reddened love bite with his tongue. Rolling his hips, Jonathan groaned as the soft, silken skin caressed his cock before he eased away and urged her onto her back.

  Leaning over her, nipping at her mouth, he stroked his hand down the center of her torso, slowly, teasingly, until he had her cupped in his hand. Sliding his hand through her wet folds, he pierced her with one finger, pushing deep and listening as a cry of rapture fell from her lips and her eyes fluttered open.

  Against her ear, he said roughly, “I’m going to fuck you hard and deep, until you scream my name, Lori. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted to do this to you.” Rising to his knees, he brought her body with him, bowing her back over his arm and feasting on the rosy crests of her breasts as she stared up at him with sleep-dazed eyes, her face flushed, her lips parted, and the scent of her arousal perfuming the air all around them.

  With quick, short motions of his hands, he moved her onto her hands and knees, bringing her soft, sweetly rounded ass back against the cradle of his hips, trailing the tips of his fingers down the line of her spine and smiling as she shuddered. Rocking against the damp cleft of her ass, he grimaced, banding his arm under her waist and bringing her back against him, raking her neck with his teeth and piercing her slick pussy with his fingers.

  A wailing cry echoed through the room and Jonathan bared his teeth in a feral, triumphant smile as she climaxed into his hand, while he stared down the length of her lovely body. Her breasts, pale and perfect, heaved with each ragged breath, as she sobbed and screamed his name, reaching behind and twining her fingers in his hair, so that she was arching her breasts up.

  “Look at you,” he rasped.”So damn pretty, so perfect. Pretty rose nipples, so hard and pink, and those soft white breasts, all that creamy skin. I’ve been dying to taste it, taste you. I can smell you, how hungry you are, how much you want, how much you need. You’re wet, so damn wet…sweet, wild little witch.”

  Lori shuddered as the climax finished rippling through her and Jonathan grinned hotly as he painted one nipple, then her mouth, with the slick moisture from her body.

  Arching her head back and taking her mouth roughly, he lifted her up and pierced her, pushing his cock deeply inside her. Lifting her hips up and down on his aching cock, tearing his mouth away from hers and urging her to her hands and knees, he bent over her to whisper in her ear, “Are you ready?”

  “Huh…what?” she whimpered, her body still shaking.

  Jonathan smiled, taking her hips in his hands, drawing out slowly, staring down at the glistening wet length of his cock before driving back into her, hard. A harsh, surprised gasp fell from her lips, and her scent grew stronger in the room, filling his head—hungry, aroused woman. And magick, wild wanton magick, only the kind a witch possessed and could release when she was aroused. It prickled along his body, teased the skin of his sac and heated his blood in a way he could never have imagined.

  The tight, wet glove of her sex clung to his cock as he pulled out slowly, listening to the sound of her heart and her breathing. Jonathan’s hands stroked teasingly over the silken skin of her ass before anchoring her as he started another hard, relentless drive deep inside her. Shuddering as the wet, silky walls clutched at his cock, stroking over him, caressing him, hugging him, he planted himself balls deep into her.

  A weak little scream fell from her and she arched up, the line of her spine curving.”Jon, I can’t stand it…” she sobbed, pushing her ass back against him and trying to hold him inside her.

  He pulled out and slammed in again—harder and harder—the wet, silken stroke of her pussy over his cock driving him insane. The sound of her voice moaning his name, the sight of her bending over in front of him, spread out, taking his cock as he had wanted and needed for years and years…

  “Fuck—” he gasped, crouching low over her, pounding into her, sweat beading on his brow as he stared down, watching his cock, wet and shining with her juices, disappear back inside her sweet cleft again.

  The muscles of her pussy started to shudder and clamp down around him as he forged inside, resisting him as she started to come. Jonathan hissed, his head falling back, the veins in his neck standing out as the climax built in the bas
e of his spine.

  Lori’s slim, supple body was quivering, shaking underneath the power of his thrusts. His balls drew tight against his body, fiery hot as they slapped against her clit teasingly and she started to scream. The sound of his name on her lips sent him over the edge, and he howled her name to the heavens as he raked her hips with the claws that had unwittingly emerged from his hands as he started coming. Flooding the silken depths of her pussy with his semen, he pumped deeper and deeper, stroking the head of his cock over the buried bundle of nerves in her core.

  She milked him, tightening around him, drawing the climax out until they were both sweating and gasping for air as they slid to the ground.

  “This isn’t good, Lori.” Against her nape, Jonathan nuzzled her damp salty skin and nipped her gently.”This isn’t good at all.”

  He pulled back.

  While she watched, he pulled away, drew back inside his skin, and went totally aloof on her.

  With cool, impassive eyes, he watched as she gathered her clothes and walked naked to the bathroom, unsure of what to make of his sudden turnaround. After twenty minutes in the shower, she changed her mind. She knew what to make of it.

  It was safer—to him, to her—at a distance.

  Leaving the safety of the bathroom, her damp hair woven into a tight cable, Lori came out, watching him with blank eyes, studying his face closely.

  “Last night shouldn’t have happened,” he said as soon as she sat down. “I know what magick can do, it affects your head, your thinking, and it can make you so damn hungry. We both lost our heads.”

  “Is that what it was?” Lori mused, folding her hands around the mug of tea he held out to her. Tea. He always kept tea on hand for her, even as rarely as she came by, the kind she liked. And it was fixed the way she liked. Yet…he was so damned blind. Didn’t know she wasn’t Wiccan, didn’t know what kind of movies she liked.

  Or that they belonged together.

  “Yes.”

  “Hmmm. Funny. I’ve used magick quite a bit. On Eli, around him, around Rafe, and Declan, damn near everybody. And I’ve never slept with any of them. Never paid that much attention to my body while I’m doing it. I was so aware of you though. Always so aware of you. Maybe that is it. I was so damned aware of you, and that sexy body of yours, and I was so hot for you, I couldn’t help but be aware of how turned on I was. So I guess from now on, I’ll pay more attention to my body, and when I’m aroused, I’ll just start looking to get laid. After all, last night was sooo…pleasant.

  “And hell, Rafe was here. Maybe I should have just jumped him. He’s a hot piece of work,” Lori murmured, smiling slyly, watching Jonathan from under her lashes. A muscle ticked in his jaw and something wild flashed through his eyes. But nothing changed on his face, in his demeanor.

  If she hadn’t been a witch, she would never have felt the power that trembled through the air as she spoke.

  Never would have known how downright furious her words made him.

  “Just because the magick makes you want to fuck, doesn’t mean you have to do it,” Jonathan growled.

  With large innocent eyes, Lori asked, “Well, why not? It isn’t like any of the people here are bad guys. Now, Eli is off limits. But he’s the only one here who is hooked up. But Rafe is quite available. And then there is Ben Cross and so many others. That’s the beauty of an enclave, Jonnie. Always plenty of men.”

  With a smile, she put her cup back on the table and rose, strolling to the door.”Take care of your side, okay? Their mark is gone, but you did lose some blood.”

  Their mark was gone, but Lori’s wasn’t. Under his fingers, he could feel the smooth slick skin of scar tissue, and inside him, Jonathan could feel her.

  He hadn’t been expecting this.

  No wonder he had been able to touch her so easily, no wonder her body primed so readily. As she walked away, he could feel her smug satisfaction. Damn it.

  This couldn’t be permanent.

  Could it?

  Maybe distance would help.

  But the distance to the house didn’t help, and neither did the walls between them, because he was aware of her through damn nearly everything she did. Not enough to distract him from what he was doing, but all he had to do was stop, and think of her, and he was aware of her.

  Stalking into the bathroom, he stripped his shirt off and stared into the mirror at the odd, birdlike shape.

  A phoenix.

  Rising from the ashes.

  Lori had learned of her origins, how Eli had rescued her from her father’s house only moments before the man would have raped her, and most likely then have killed her. Sarel hadn’t wanted her to be told, but Eli had known the witch would find a way to learn.

  So they had told her.

  “A brave Phoenix, you are, my sweet,” the Master Vampire had told her.”You and your sister rose from the ashes of a bitter life and look at what you have become.”

  Jonathan rubbed his finger over the mark and closed his eyes, shuddering as the touch of it brought back ultra intense memories of the night before. Her mouth on his, her body moving under his, over his, the tight, wet, slick muscles in her pussy as he rode her hard.

  It was just the magick, he wanted to think.

  But he knew better.

  “Sarel, do you know anything about a Scythe mark?” The mirror glowed softly as they spoke back and forth through it, a faint humming echo following their voices.

  The reflection of her sister wrinkled her nose and the taller woman shrugged.”The scythe can have a lot of meanings, sis. Why?”

  “I’m looking for one in particular,” Lori murmured, flipping through her ancient book. Kelsey had left several with her, but so far, none of them had yielded anything. She just might have to contact Kelsey or Agnes. “It was what the witches left on Jonathan, it wasn’t on him at first, but the curse the knife held had carved it into him later, as they tried to take him. It did something to him, tried to take hold of his wolf, of him. Called him brother. Made it seem like they had a right to him or something…”

  “There were rumors,” Lori whispered, lifting her eyes to the reflection and meeting Sarel’s eyes. “Rumors of enemies who were stronger than the ferals, you know. They band together and work against us. But I haven’t heard anything about them that wasn’t rumor.”

  Sarel’s eyes flashed with fire as she stared at her sister. “I’ll talk to Agnes. Kelsey is in the States. Find her. And for God’s sakes, keep that damned wolf out of trouble. He courts it, for crying out loud.”

  Sarel’s image flickered from sight as Lori breathed out a sigh. Indeed he does. But how am I supposed to keep him out of trouble?

  Then she settled herself and started the time-consuming task of searching for Kelsey.

  It wasn’t exactly as easy as calling the woman on a cell phone.

  If only…

  Kelsey didn’t like them. Moreover, they didn’t like her. High-tech gadgets didn’t like the magickally gifted. They tended to…malfunction. In earnest. And the more gifted one happened to be, the more they malfunctioned. And the older the witch got, the worse the problem got.

  With Lori, Kelsey and Sarel, well, cell phones, pagers, and computers, were pretty much out of the question.

  Fortunately, they had other means of communication. They just weren’t quite as fast.

  But they were untraceable.

  Wind filled the room and Lori’s face was lit from within as she fell into a light trance, searching for a path inside her that would lead her to Kelsey. Kelsey, once a teacher, now a friend.

  A wise woman, quick-witted, with a dry humor and vast knowledge that belied her youthful looks. You’d never guess by looking at her that she had seen decades come and go. Witches were a long-lived species, and the more powerful the witch, the longer they lived.

  Kelsey was going to live long indeed, even if she never bonded to another paranormal creature.

  Soft, musical laughter filled Lori’s mind as she heard Kelsey say,
“Tsk, tsk…don’t you know better than to think about a woman’s age? What’s going on, little sister, why are you looking for me?”

  Lori’s eyes opened and when they did, she could see Kelsey’s form standing in front of her, nearly solid, wearing her standard flannel shirt, unbuttoned over a T-shirt and jeans, her hair in her characteristic pigtails. Like Pippy Longstocking.

  “The Scythe…who are they? They mean something. Something dangerous, and I need to know what.” Lori wasted no time on pleasantries, didn’t smile and tell Kelsey how much she had missed her. The burning in her gut wouldn’t let her rest until she knew more.

  Kelsey’s eyes darkened, her head inclining imperially. “Why do you ask?”

  “They’ve paid us a visit.”

  Kelsey’s form wavered in and out of view, her jaw clenching, light shooting around her form. “Can’t happen. Malachi wiped them out ages ago. Nothing in written history even remains about them.”

  “Oh, come on, Kelsey.” Lori rolled her eyes. “You know better than the ‘can’t happen’ stuff happens every damn day. They were here. They marked Jonathan, tried to take him over. They were here. They’ve been haunting our steps for months, Kelsey. I think this is who has been preying on the Hunter enclaves.”

  “Lori, sweetie. Malachi destroyed the Scythe. It just isn’t possible—” Kelsey broke off mid-sentence.”I’m being foolish. Of course it’s possible. Just because he destroyed the first band, doesn’t mean that they won’t arise again. Evil has always existed, and will until the world spins no more. I’ll find Malachi and bring him to you. He’ll know better than I if this is truly the Scythe.”

  Kelsey took damn near a week tracking Malachi down. The bastard knew she was looking for him. He just didn’t bloody care. As she lit upon his home in Nome, Alaska, she shook her head. “Why in the world is a vampire living in Nome in July?”