Voracious Vixens, 13 Novels of Sexy Horror and Hot Paranormal Romance

by Travis Luedke

  A breeze stirred around me, ruffling my hair.

  “Throw the clothes in the water,” Riley called out to me.

  My heart almost stopped. Had he been watching me after all? But no, his back was still turned.

  “Shit,” I said again. I gathered up my clothes and dumped them into the pool, being careful to keep my toes away from the edge, still worried something would reach out and grab me, or else the water itself would suddenly rise in a wave and wash me in. The jeans and shirt quickly sank into the still depths. I hesitated and then reached around my back and unclipped my bra. The cool night kissed my skin, making my nipples pucker. With one arm covering my chest, I threw the bra into the water to join the rest of my clothes.

  I snatched Riley’s jacket up from where I’d let it drop. It was big on me, thank goodness, big enough to hang just past my butt, and cover some of my thighs. I zipped it up, covering my exposed breasts, thankful for my return to modesty, and comforted in the feeling of being covered by Riley.

  I blushed at the thought. “Okay, I’m done.”

  He turned back to me and smiled, his gaze traveling up and down my body. “Looks good on you, Icy.”

  “Oh, shut the hell up.”

  I glanced down with sadness at my much loved sneakers. The soles were covered in blood, the canvas tops saturated. They wouldn’t be coming back with me. I sighed and bent to pick them up, before slinging them into the water to join the rest of my clothes, and the man I had murdered.

  “Come on,” said Riley, jerking his head toward his bike. “Let’s get out of here.”

  Barefooted, I ran back toward his bike. Riley swung his leg over the seat and kicked the bike into gear. I hopped on after him, able to scoot closer on the seat this time, and wrapped my arms around his waist to hold on. The position made the jacket ride up, so it sat at my hips, and did nothing to cover my thighs or panties. I couldn’t worry about that now, though Riley glanced down to give my naked thigh an appreciative stare.

  The bike jumped forward, and Riley turned the machine in a tight circle, before heading back the way we’d come. We were able to make faster progress this time, and we bumped and lurched across the uneven terrain, causing me to hold on tighter. I couldn’t help myself. I pressed my face against his back, feeling the heat of his skin through the thin t-shirt he wore, the only item of clothing covering his torso now that I was in possession of his jacket. The roar of the bike through the otherwise silent forest sent nocturnal animals skittering for cover. The bugs were back again, flitting in the headlights of the motorcycle. I took comfort in their return. We had moved beyond whatever strange realm of power the pools held.

  It was the early hours of the morning by the time we made it back to campus. I didn’t want to have to go to my room, but I didn’t want to go to the carnival with Riley either. People would start to notice Jordy missing. In fact, I was amazed the other two men hadn’t already reported his murder, if not to the police, then to Bulldog Mackenzie. I wouldn’t have been at all surprised if a gang of the carny guys were laying in wait for me.

  Riley pulled over the bike, and the engine died. I climbed off the back, my heart dipping at the space my movement had created between us.

  “Well, thanks,” I said, glancing at the ground, shuffling my feet. Did ‘thanks’ cover it when someone helped you cover up a murder?

  Riley swung his leg over the seat, to stand beside me.

  “What are you doing?” I asked.

  “Taking you back to your room. What do you think?”

  “I can get back to my room just fine.”

  “Crap. You’ve been through a trauma. You’re not fine, even if you keep pretending you are.”

  How could I tell him I wasn’t fine, but for all the wrong reasons? I’d proven to myself that I could lose control, and I worried now I’d unleashed the beast, it would be harder to rein back in when the urge took hold. What if Riley stimulated my bloodlust again, as he had in the past? What would happen if I hurt him? I would never forgive myself.

  “Please, Riley. Just let me go.”

  “No. I’m not letting you be on your own right now.”

  “My roommate, Brooke, will probably be there. I won’t be on my own.”

  He frowned. “Brooke? As in Brooke Squires?”

  “Yeah,” I said, my unease deepening. “Why?”

  “Then I’m definitely not letting you back to your room on your own.” He took me by the hand and started to head toward my building, half-pulling me with him. This time I let him, my mind too jumbled with thoughts to protest. What about Brooke? Was her denial about what I’d seen, and her disappearance the night before, nothing to do with blocking out her memory, and everything to do with her lying her ass off?

  Something else occurred to me. “Hey, how did you know something had happened with me? Did the other two guys tell you?”

  “They came back, and I overheard them talking. They seemed scared, but they wouldn’t admit why. I knew something had happened.”

  We snuck into the building. Most people would be sleeping, but the chance a couple of students would be hanging out remained. We moved quickly, taking the stairs, me running almost silently on my bare feet. Riley followed me, though he knew where my room was—after all, he’d been there before.

  I reached my floor and ran down the corridor toward my room. The door was closed so I pushed it open. The room was in darkness, though moonlight slanted through the window, offering enough light to see. I frowned at Brooke’s bed. The bedcovers lay flat, the pillow still plumped. No one had slept in that bed tonight.

  “She’s not here,” I hissed to Riley, lurking outside the door.

  He stepped through and shut the door behind him. “Good.”

  I could barely believe Riley was in my room again, only this time he’d been invited. My breath was shallow with nerves, and I fiddled anxiously with the cuffs on his jacket. I had no idea what I was supposed to do with him now.

  “You’ll need your jacket back,” I said, simply trying to fill the silence between us. But then I realized that doing so would involve me taking it off, which would once again mean I’d have to stand, almost naked, in front of him.

  He moved forward, closing the gap between us, and caught me by the shoulders. “Hey, it’s okay.”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You don’t need to be nervous around me. I’m not going to do anything you don’t want me to.”

  “I’m not nervous,” I blustered. I didn’t want him to know he was getting to me. He reached out and caught the collar of his jacket, using it to tug me forward slightly. He looked down at me, his hair falling forward, his hands still on the lapels so I could feel the warmth of him melting through to my collar bone. The expression in his eyes was intense and unmistakable.

  He was going to kiss me. My first real kiss. My world spun, like a tornado encased us while we stood at its center. He leaned into me and his lips met mine, soft and warm, and instantly my mouth opened to him, our tongues meeting.

  Fire raced through me, and I experienced a surge of desire. I was lost in him. I’d never felt this way around anyone before, like he recognized me so completely, like he knew me before we’d even spoken to one another. His hands moved from the lapels, to the zipper at my throat, and he slowly lowered the zipper. The rasp filled the room. My arms had found their way around his neck, and I arched myself into him, pressing my breasts against his chest. Only his t-shirt was in the way of our skin touching. His hands ran down, slipping beneath the back of the jacket, his palms cupping my panty-clad buttocks, to press me against him. I was breathing hard, our passion intensifying. I didn’t want to break this moment, but I felt as though I was losing control. I was frightened of what happened when I lost control.

  I broke the kiss, moving away.

  “I can’t,” I stuttered. I didn’t want him to think badly of me, or think of me as immature or a tease, but I needed to stay true to myself. “We can’t ... It’s too soon.”
/>   He took my rejection graciously, though I could see the disappointment on his face. “Of course. Whatever you want.”

  He went to my dresser and pulled open a couple of drawers, before pulling out an oversized, white and blue, Los Angeles Dodgers t-shirt. I clutched his jacket closed with my fist at my sternum, but he removed my hand and slid the jacket from my shoulders. He pulled the top over my head, covering my body, and then kissed me on the nose.

  “There. I can’t say I’ve ever made a girl wear more clothing before, but you’re worth waiting for.”

  I smiled, while my insides twisted with jealousy at the idea of him undressing another girl. I hoped he wouldn’t think I was a total prude. I didn’t want his nickname for me taking on a whole new slant. But I was still a virgin, and while I hadn’t exactly been holding onto my virginity, or guarding it like something sacred, I still didn’t want the day I lost my virginity to be forever tied in my mind with the day I’d killed a man.

  But if I was going to lose it to anyone, I would want it to be Riley.

  “I don’t want you to go,” I admitted.

  “I don’t want to go.”

  “Will you lay with me a while?”

  A smile tugged his perfect mouth, a mouth I’d been kissing only moments before. “Of course.”

  I climbed into bed, and he got in after me, still wearing his jeans and t-shirt, though he kicked off his boots. He held out his arms to me, and I snuggled down into him. His arms enveloped me. My cheek pressed against his chest, my arm slung over his body, and my thigh hooked over his jean-clad leg. He ran his fingertips lightly along the length of my arm, up and down.

  Riley stopped, and I felt him shift slightly as he looked down.

  He held my arm by the wrist and lifted it up.

  “What are these?” he said, pointing at the series of raised scarred lines across my skin.

  I snatched my arm away. I’d allowed my defenses down for a moment and I’d been caught. “Nothing.”

  “Don’t give me that. I’m not stupid.”

  “Then you know what they are,” I muttered, my cheeks flaring hot with shame. My body had stiffened, my arm drawn back into my body, but he reached out and pulled me back into the position we’d been in before, and kissed the top of my head.

  “You should never hurt yourself, Icy. Why would you do this?”

  His fingertips lightly traced the fading scars on my forearm. For once, I made no attempt to pull away or cover the scars up.

  I answered his question with a question. “Why do you put yourself in danger by riding upside down on a motorbike at God-knows what speed?”

  “It vents my frustrations,” he said, a half-smile playing on his lips.

  “Then I guess we do harmful things for exactly the same reason.”

  “You vent your frustration at something?”

  I wanted to tell him then, tell him exactly what I was and the problems I struggled with. The words danced on my tongue, desperate to burst from my lips. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t stand to see the horror in his eyes, and to have him push me away and run from the room.

  He must know something is different about you, a little voice spoke in my head. You ripped the throat out of a grown man who was three times your size. He knows a normal girl wouldn’t be able to do such a thing.

  So why hadn’t he asked me? Why hadn’t he even mentioned what I did?

  Chapter

  16

  No dreams came to me that night.

  I knew without opening my eyes that Riley was no longer beside me. I didn’t blame him for leaving, though that didn’t change the pang of longing inside me, or the dip of disappointment in the pit of my stomach. I understood he would want to slip off campus under the cover of darkness.

  Just as I instinctively knew Riley was gone, I also sensed Brooke was back in her bed. Did she know where she’d been the previous night? Had she been to a party, or had she been doing something far more odious?

  I’d woken more refreshed than I’d done for ages. Was my clear head down to the lack of dreams, or perhaps the blood I’d consumed the previous night, or even Riley? I thought all three things were intimately connected, that one would not have happened without the other, so I guessed it was probably all three.

  My emotions were torn. I’d killed a man last night—a horrific and unthinkable thing to do. And yet, here I was, encased within a happy little bubble that was Riley. The scent of him on my bedclothes, in my hair, on my skin. I hugged myself with happiness.

  Still, it was madness, surely, to be filled with such crazy joy at the simple thought of a boy—a dark, strange, possibly dangerous boy—when I had become a killer myself.

  I needed to get to class, though I wondered how I would ever concentrate on lectures with so many thoughts and questions going through my head. Riley had not had the chance to explain his reaction to Brooke’s name last night, but I was sure she was connected to whatever was going down in Sage Springs. Plus, Flynn knew something about the pools, which made me think he was also involved. Why had he taken me there in the first place? Had he been trying to tell me something, show me something, perhaps, but then had been scared off by the reaction of the pools? How could a body of water even respond to something a person said or even thought? It was crazy to think such a thing was a possibility, but I’d felt something when I’d been pushing Jordy’s body beneath the glass-like surface. Something ... else.

  It all revolved around the pools. Whatever was building in town was going to culminate there, and I was sure both Brooke and Flynn were involved, together with the carny guys. I just wished I had the inkling of an idea about what it was exactly. I wasn’t used to not knowing things.

  There was only one person I’d met who, apart from when I’d managed to upset her, I’d gotten no bad vibes from. I wasn’t sure she’d even talk to me, but she’d recognized the necklace, and I was certain she knew the symbol, the same symbol I’d seen drawn on Brooke’s body. I had questions and I needed answers.

  Leaving Brooke huddled beneath the covers of her bed, I grabbed my wash bag and clothes, took a quick shower, and headed to class. I kept my head down, but my eyes peeled for anything suspicious. I half expected the police to reappear, slap cuffs around my wrists, and arrest me for the murder of Jordy Whateverhisnamewas.

  But everyone acted as if the world had continued as normal while mine had tilted so far on its axis I worried I would fall off.

  Laurel wasn’t in my first class, but I caught sight of her hurrying down the corridor between classes, her dark hair falling from the twist she wore as she pushed her glasses higher up her nose.

  “Laurel!” I called.

  She hesitated, but didn’t stop walking. It was the tiniest motion, but enough for me to know she’d heard me. My heart dropped with sadness. I’d hoped we’d be able to be friends, but she didn’t even want to talk to me. I couldn’t say I blamed her.

  Even though she didn’t want to talk to me, that didn’t mean I still didn’t need to talk to her.

  “Laurel!” I called again, louder this time, causing other students to glance my way. I took after her, pushing past people, ignoring their mocking stares. “Hey, Laurel. Wait up a minute.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and slowed with a resigned sigh. “I can’t talk. I’m busy.”

  “Please. Just a few minutes. I’m sorry if things I’ve done have made you pissed at me, but this is really important.”

  She shook her head. “Sorry, I can’t. I’ve been told ...”

  Laurel slammed her mouth shut and abruptly turned from me and started to walk again.

  I stared after her retreating back. “Told what?”

  No way was I going to give up this easily. I chased after her, grabbed her arm and pulled her back around. “Told what?” I repeated.

  She glared at me. “Told not to speak to you.”

  Something caught my eye. Where her sleeve had ridden up, on her inner wrist was the tattoo of the same symbol—the c
ircle with a star in the middle—that seemed to be haunting me.

  “Right,” I said, resolutely. “You’re going to answer some questions, whether you like it or not.”

  “What about class?”

  “Screw class. We’ll call this a study break.”

  I kept my hand on her arm. My strength meant she wouldn’t be able to break free. With my head down, I marched her down the hall, out of the building, and toward my car.

  Feeling a little brutal, but at my wits’ end, I opened the passenger door and pushed her in. Laurel didn’t fight back, which surprised me. Did she feel the need to talk as much as I did? Perhaps this was her way of telling whoever was lording it over her that she’d been forced into a conversation.

  I walked around the other side and climbed in behind the wheel before twisting to face her. “Right. Spill it. Something bad is going to happen in town, and I know it’s connected with that symbol you have tattooed on your wrist. And who the hell told you not to speak to me?”

  Sarcasm filled her response. “Enough questions, already?”

  I had managed to cram in a few. “Okay, first thing first, who told you not to speak to me?”

  She glanced away as though embarrassed she’d allowed someone else to tell her what to do. “The rest of my circle. They know there’s something different about you. They just can’t pinpoint exactly what.”

  “Circle? Like circle of friends?” I wasn’t sure she had that many.

  But she shook her head and lifted her eyes, focusing on me. “No, circle of witches. Like a coven.”

  “Witches?”