Blood Dreams 2: Hunter's Legacy

by Myln Hurn

  “Fuck me, now, Hunter! Please! Take me!”

  Hunter surged forward into her body, burying his cock in her cunt to the hilt. His eyes held hers as he began moving in and out, both of them totally aware of the way her flesh dragged and pulled against him with each withdrawal. He eased his hand between their bodies, finding her clit. Only a few light touches and Tatiana lost control.

  “Yes…please…oh God,” she whispered softly in the darkness. Her climax rushed over her. As her body jerked and her hips flexed to draw him in more deeply, Hunter stiffened and released his seed into her pussy. It was hot and potent inside her cunt and Tatiana wished again, for only a scant moment that Hunter would give her a baby. Logically she knew that wasn’t the right way to do things. A baby would tie them together, but she knew that was the wrong way to bring a baby into the world. She believed that with her whole heart. But a baby of Hunter’s would give her someone to cherish—

  She stopped thinking as Hunter eased from her body. After they got under the covers, Hunter didn’t let her go to sleep until his clever fingers brought her to climax once again. After that she had fallen deeply asleep, only to be awakened twice more during the night as Hunter aroused her to orgasm and then thrust into her heat. The last time they were spooned, and after he came inside her, his arm had kept her close to his body, still joined. When the alarm went off, Tatiana felt Hunter already hard, just inside her pussy lips.

  Quickly hitting the off switch, she lay quietly as Hunter shifted and pushed more deeply into her soft, wet heat. His voice was soft behind her.

  “Are you okay?” he questioned her, pushing against her rounded ass cheeks.

  “I’m fine.”

  Hunter shifted his position slightly, and eased his hand down over her belly and onto her clit. He teased and rubbed her sensitive flesh, letting the responsive jerks of her hips stimulate his cock. As her orgasm hit, Tatiana expected him to finish then. Instead, his hand moved up to cup her breast. His words whispered across her ear a moment later.

  “This is so hot, honey. Just lying here, inside your tight cunt, feeling those pretty, swollen pussy lips caressing my cock as it slides in and out of your body is the sexiest thing I’ve ever felt. I could stay here for days on end, just getting up to pee and eat.”

  Tatiana felt forced to point out the obvious. “I’d be dripping your come all the time, Hunter. You would have me so full of your seed—”

  She stopped talking as she realized how arousing it was and her body responded by squeezing down more tightly around Hunter’s cock.

  Behind her, she felt him go totally still and then he replied, “All day long. I could reach out to cup your pussy and wiggle a couple of fingers inside you, and out it would come. And if I spread my fingers, it would run out of your cunt. Oh God!”

  Tatiana felt him jerk his hips forward and then his orgasm was upon him. His hips moved against her body, pushing and shoving as he released another torrent of his seed into her body. After that it was with great reluctance that they got up and showered to start cleaning the house for AnnaBelle and Iain’s return today.

  * * * * *

  Hearing a sound behind her, Tatiana turned from the sink. Standing in the doorway was a slightly frazzled Hunter and at his side a dusty looking Blue. Turning to lean backwards on the counter, she put her wet hands on her hips.

  “Toys all picked up?”

  Blue nodded her head, not looking very happy about it. Tatiana turned to look at Hunter. “Sheets all changed?”

  Hunter nodded, but added almost defiantly, “And the dirty ones are in the washer awaiting your command, general!” He snapped his heels together and saluted her jauntily.

  Blue giggled and Tatiana knew the two of them were no longer independent little worker bees but a conspiracy. “Hmm. I think I smell a plot to overthrow the cleaning general.”

  Hunter shook his head, but blew it by looking down at Blue and winking. The little girl immediately copied his action by shaking her head, and then lost it by giggling. Hunter reached down and picked her up into his arms, and soon they were both laughing.

  This was the scene AnnaBelle and Iain saw a moment later as they came in the back door. Blue, even though she was upside down, recognized her parents.

  “Mommy! Daddy!”

  Hunter did no more than set her down when Iain scooped her right back up. The way he held her so tightly and closed his eyes spoke louder than words to those who watched. Tatiana looked on as Blue reached out one arm and pulled her mother in close to hug her while her father still held her tightly. This had been their first separation as a family and even though there had been no problems, it was obvious that AnnaBelle and Iain wouldn’t be leaving again any time soon.

  “Welcome home, you two,” Hunter spoke quietly.

  Tatiana watched as he surreptitiously blinked rapidly to clear any tears from his eyes. Seeing that only made her love him even more. Quickly she added her own welcome. “Welcome back! You are early, though! I thought I’d have another hour to get everything fixed up here.”

  Iain passed his daughter to his wife for her to hug the “stuffing out of her” as well, smiling at Tatiana. “Thanks, Tatiana. Hello, Hunter.” Iain offered his hand in greeting.

  “Iain. It’s good to finally meet you. I’ve been entranced by your daughter, nonetheless, since you two were missing when I finally arrived for my first visit.”

  AnnaBelle turned to look at Hunter. “Oh my God! Hunter, what have you done to your hair?”

  Hunter ran his hand over his short hair. “I let Tatiana pick out my newest style, to celebrate my coming to America.”

  AnnaBelle laughed, shaking her head slightly, but then she stopped as she saw Tatiana’s chic new cut. Tatiana saw the way the older woman’s eyes moved back and forth between the two of them. Tatiana couldn’t help the nervous movement from one foot to the other under AnnaBelle’s stare. It felt like every single thing she and Hunter had done suddenly flashed across a huge holographic screen for her friend to see. For the first time Tatiana acknowledged that the man she’d been making mad, passionate love with was her employer’s brother. And AnnaBelle just might not care for the idea of her vampire hunter brother getting involved with a high-level, registered witch.

  “We’re early because we called the other day to see if there were any cancellations for the earlier flight. There were, but we didn’t want to get Blue’s hopes up, so we kept it secret. I’m sure the house is perfect.”

  Blue nodded her head where it rested on her mother’s shoulder. “I picked all my toys up. Hunner helped me.”

  Iain grinned. “I rather liked the ‘Unka Roo’ name myself.”

  Hunter smiled back. “You probably suggested the idea to the impressionable youth.”

  AnnaBelle laughed gaily. “Oh, Iain my love. My brother has your number and in less than five seconds.”

  Iain shrugged nonchalantly, and then leaned over to kiss his wife’s cheek. “I only marry into the smartest of hunting families, my love. Hunter, want to help me with the luggage? Never travel with a woman if you can avoid it, mate. They always have five more suitcases than are needed!”

  AnnaBelle gasped in outrage. “I only had one suitcase, and it carried one of your suits.”

  Hunter accepted his sister’s hug. Picking up two of the suitcases Iain had already brought in, he started for the stairs. Iain took the other two, accepting AnnaBelle’s purse when she hung it around his neck at the last moment. As Iain left the kitchen to follow his brother-in-law, AnnaBelle winked at Tatiana before she spoke quite loudly.

  “Well, you know what Lamenta says about men…” her voice dropped to a whisper. “There, that should keep them on their toes.”

  * * * * *

  “Damn it all!” Iain muttered as they went up the stairs, hearing the giggling following them.

  In the master bedroom, Hunter set the suitcases on the floor. Turning, he looked at Iain. “I imagine they were laughing at us.”

  Iain’s grump
y look turned into a grin. “I have no doubt, especially whenever Lamenta’s name premises ‘says about men.’ I know I am going to be on the losing end of this conversation.” Tossing one suitcase on the bed, he looked around the room. “God! It feels so good to be home. I hate sleeping in other people’s beds.” Iain opened the suitcase and started removing things. “How did you find this bed for sleeping in?”

  Hunter looked up in surprise. He cleared his throat before replying. “Fairly comfortable.”

  “We’d be happy to have you stay here for the rest of your visit,” Iain offered as he turned toward the dresser.

  “That’s generous of you, but it would be pretty crowded.”

  “AnnaBelle and I talked about it on the drive in from the airport. I’ve got an extra bed we can put in my den. It’s one of those self-inflatable beds and I have slept on it. And, no, I didn’t sleep on it because AnnaBelle and I had a fight. AnnaBelle figured you’d rather sleep here than with Fauster.”

  Hunter sat down in one of the chairs that formed a small sitting group. “That is partly true. When I got his call, I was hoping to bunk with you guys—”

  Iain stopped abruptly on his way to the dresser, turning instead to walk over and sit on the side of the bed facing Hunter. “Fauster called you?”

  “Yeah. I was really surprised. I figured he must have gotten my number from AnnaBelle.”

  “I haven’t given your number to anyone, brother of mine.” AnnaBelle entered the room, followed by Tatiana and Blue. She crossed the bedroom and sat beside her husband. “Although I am very happy to see you here, Hunter. I hope we can make this a regular occurrence from now on.”

  Iain put his arm around AnnaBelle’s shoulders, pressing a kiss to her cheek. She questioned what she’d overheard. “Fauster called Hunter asking him to visit?”

  Hunter saw the surprised look on his sister’s face. “He called me, AnnaBelle, but he wasn’t asking me to visit. He demanded I bring his film back to him, and I wasn’t allowed to ship it. He told me it had to be hand inspected and hand carried.”

  “That sounds like Fauster.” Iain shook his head. “The old fa…” His voice faded away as Blue walked over to him and pulled on his slacks to be picked up. After setting Blue on his knee, he continued. “Fauster must have something cooking. He’s been entirely too quiet for too long.”

  “Sorry to interrupt, Iain. I’m going to get packed and go on over to Lamenta’s now, AnnaBelle.” Tatiana spoke softly, adding one more thing. “Call when you are ready for me to come back.”

  Hunter jumped to his feet at Tatiana’s words. Before he could state his opinion, AnnaBelle spoke from the bed.

  “Tat, please feel free to stay here with us. We have the inflatable bed for Hunter in the den. It should be quite cozy, the five of us here.”

  Tatiana shook her head negatively. “You are really sweet, AnnaBelle, and generous. But I think you will want time with your brother, and time to be a family again.”

  AnnaBelle stood and moved across the bedroom floor gracefully, not looking the least like she had spent the last twelve hours or so in airplanes and airports. “Tatiana, you are a part of our family.” AnnaBelle put her arm around the shorter woman’s shoulders, hugging her briefly. “If you aren’t here, we notice it. And it isn’t because of your help with Blue. It’s because of our relationship. In you I found the sister I always wanted.”

  AnnaBelle hugged Tatiana again tightly before turning to look at Hunter. “No offense, Hunter. But I always wanted a sister to share girl stuff with.” She looked at Tatiana, winking once. “Funny how he never wanted to wear lipstick and have tea parties with me.”

  Iain failed to cover his bark of laughter. “Sorry, but I just got one of those mental pictures, you know?”

  Hunter nodded then looked at Tatiana. “You can’t stay at Lamenta’s. Simon is still there.”

  Three voices repeated the vampire’s name at the same time.

  “Simon!” Iain nearly shouted the name.

  “Simon?” AnnaBelle frowned, looking from Hunter to Tatiana.

  “Simon, yeah!” Blue clapped her hand, revealing a completely different reaction from the others.

  Iain tilted his left eyebrow upward as he looked at his precious daughter. The thought of Simon coming anywhere near his child sent cold chills up and down his spine. “You met Simon, did you, poppet?”

  Blue nodded, smiling, and clapped her hands together once again. “Simon showed me some stuff. It was neat.”

  Silence reigned as the four adults in the room considered just what the three-hundred-plus-year-old vampire might have shown a three-year-old that she would have found “neat.”

  Iain spoke softly. “I think we should get changed, my love, and then all of us need to toddle over and visit dear old Fauster and find out what the old…fool is up to now.”

  Chapter 17

  Simon was seated on Fauster’s sofa. Actually, he was lying on it while he sipped some of Lamenta’s finest wine. It amazed him how good he had gotten at ignoring Fauster’s glares. There was a time when, centuries ago, a look from Fauster could almost curl his toes, literally. But now he knew the old fart was mostly just air and bluster. He hadn’t invented anything since the film over four years ago, so this trip to the States was probably unnecessary. The person he most wanted to see was away, and no forwarding address or contact information had been left with the concierge at his apartment building.

  Simon smiled slightly. Of course, he could have stayed in that empty penthouse, but it wouldn’t have been as much fun as coming here. Niggling and egging Fauster was one of the few great thrills left in his world. He’d done and seen just about everything else these days. In fact, while his plans might not have worked out as well as Fauster’s, he wasn’t ready to give up hope yet. It was funny how both Fauster and Iain had underestimated him throughout the centuries. Since he had not taken up the conversion from sanguineous to psychic need, they both tended to look down upon him. He was the poor relative who still lived in the backwaters of Europe. What was there to worry about a man whose neighbor was a mouse dressed like a vampire?

  “The least you could do, damn it all, is get off your bloomin’ arse, Simon, and help me!”

  Simon looked across the room at Fauster, who had just exited the darkroom. He had been in there off and on since Hunter’s visit, fooling around with the film. Seeing Hunter had shocked him. The man had resembled Fauster when he was in his younger years so closely it had been a surprise. If he had had the long flowing locks, he could have passed for the Fauster who converted him three hundred years ago. It had been long ago, but the memories were still so clear and vivid at times.

  At twenty-eight, Simon had been a nobleman of a long and proud lineage, dating back two hundred years. The life planned for him was an arranged marriage to a suitably wealthy, albeit plain, virginal girl and his job would be to produce the necessary “heir and a spare” before he could return to his wild and wanton ways. His father had been harping at him the last few months non-stop that he must be married before he turned thirty. No more jaunting all over Europe, and his father threatened to cut off all his funds if he dared to even mention traveling to America again. No gentleman would dare travel to such an uncouth place.

  The year was 1700 and the “Sun King” Louis XIV ruled the French, while George I was monarch of Great Britain. Simon had buried his disappointment and traveled to England to visit a relative. The ton of London during the Season was the only decent place to be unless of course you were a member of the royal courts of Europe. Simon’s family, while being noble and a lineage that linked him to most of the royal families one way or another, was not royalty itself. But his father was wealthy, in land and for developing what was his, which up to this point in his life had allowed him to do pretty much anything he wanted.

  Then late one night, drinking in one of the seedier of London’s taverns, Simon had seen a gentleman enter. Immediately he’d been struck by how out of place the man was, as evid
enced by his fine clothes. Even Simon knew that you didn’t come to a place like this touting your fat purse, because more than likely you’d lose it and sometimes a lot more than just your money. The tall blond man stood out amongst the crowd, though, and as he watched the stranger, Simon was surprised to witness several rough types approach the wealthy bloke with robbery on their minds, and leave looking more than a little scared. After about an hour or so, Simon stumbled across the room to where the other man was seated in a booth.

  “Good evening, stranger,” Simon spoke to him softly. “We both appear to be in the wrong sort of place this evening.”

  “Time and place are relative when the fire inside drives you out amongst others. Care to join me? It is the barkeeper’s finest, which for this end of town isn’t saying a lot.”

  Simon sat on the hard wooden bench opposite the blond man. “Thank you. So what demons have driven you to a place such as this, friend?”

  “Who knows what makes a man choose one path over another? And then, there are times when you are given no choice and forced into a role that history has already condemned you to before you ever took your first breath.”

  “Ha!” Simon took a drink from the glass the other man pushed toward him. He was too drunk to wonder why the man had two glasses since he had come in here alone. “I doubt your fate could be any worse than mine. Lord Simon Ruthven, by the way.” Simon stood slightly as he introduced himself.

  “We could compare futures and decide whose the worst is, but that would accomplish nothing. I am Iain Dampier.”

  “You are French?”

  “My ancestors were. I am a vagabond. And you? Somewhere in Europe, I’d wager.”

  “Correct. A forgotten corner of the Austrian empire is where my family lives, and my inheritance awaits me. Unfortunately it is linked to my returning to the home land and being a good boy, according to my father’s description, anyway.”