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

by Travis Luedke

  But he wasn’t going to give her what she wanted—not yet. He took the slickness he found at her entrance and dragged his hand down, across her taint and anus all the way to the curve of her tailbone. She shuddered in his arms, her thighs clamping around his leg.

  Levi slid his hand to the front again, as high as he could reach, and back again just to the lower edge of her entrance. Then, just as he thrust his tongue into her hot, panting mouth, he slid both fingers into her heat and pulled against the sudden clenching of her muscles.

  She made a small noise into his mouth, her breasts bucking slightly against his body. She moved her hips against his hand, first toward it, relieving the pressure of his fingers, then away so hard that she whimpered, her legs shaking slightly around his as she pushed herself to her limit.

  God, she was magnificent as she reached for her own climax, driving for what she wanted with a reckless single-mindedness that was breathtaking. But he didn’t want her to go there alone, merely using him to get there. He wanted to have the control, to drive her over into a release of his making.

  The next time Harper rocked, he slid his fingers out of her until she ground her hips backward, seeking him, her hand that was hooked around his neck digging in, demanding. Then he drove in again, hard, anchoring his thumb against her taint as she clenched around his fingers, seeking purchase, seeking release.

  He took control of the rhythm, setting it with his mouth on hers, his fingers inside her, pitching it slow enough that she made noises of frustration and tried to force him to move faster. Her mouth on his was hard, insistent, driving him faster. But he could feel the tension building in her body and the heat increasing against his fingers, and he knew that he could push her to an even higher peak with his slow build. Only when her jaw was set with strain and every muscle in her body hummed with need did he shift, and moments later, she reached the tipping point and fell, hard.

  Harper tore her mouth from his, throwing her head back, biting her lip against her own strangled cries. Half-blind with his own need, he watched her, loving the knotted brows, the eyes screwed closed like she was afraid to open them, the expression of ecstatic intensity that was almost indistinguishable from pain.

  The expression that he was causing her to make.

  And then, as the spasms against his fingers faded and her body’s rocking slowed, she gave a final deep shudder and pushed her uppermost shoulder against him so that he overbalanced and rolled over onto his back on the leaves with her on top of him. He grabbed her thighs, feeling their strength under her softness as she leaned against him, her breasts pillowed against his chest.

  Then Harper groaned—not a sound of pleasure but an oh-dammit-not-now kind of sound.

  “Where’s my purse?”

  He blinked up at her eyes, the pupils so wide in the darkness that the faint gray rings of her irises seemed to fade into the white. And he realized what she wanted.

  Damn. He hadn’t even been thinking about a condom. And he always remembered condoms—always.

  He liked his existence the way it was, simple, uncomplicated, no ties. Going bareback was a fast way to ruin it. However much werewolves weren’t really wolves, well, once there were young in the picture, that was it. No more lone wolf. Werewolves might not mate for life, the way wolves so often did, but they certainly bred for life.

  And he definitely didn’t want to do that. Harper might be pheromone-addled, but he was in full control of his faculties, and there was no part of that life he wanted.

  Was there?

  Wordlessly, he reached out and hooked the strap of the purse, dragging it over to her.

  Leaning with an elbow in the dirt beside him, she started tossing out clothes, muttering under her breath. Each movement of her body sent interesting ripples down into her breasts against his chest, and he didn’t bother to pretend that he wasn’t looking at them. Eventually, she pulled something out of the purse—a strip of foil packets. She pulled one off, shoved the others back, and then ripped it open.

  “I’m stupid, but I’m not that stupid,” she muttered.

  “You’re not on the pill?” That would have been good to know before, wouldn’t it, Levi?

  “Not that it’s any of your business, but yes,” she said. “I’m pretty sure I’m late tonight, though, and me taking a pill doesn’t mean I know where you’ve been.”

  “If I’m screwing you, it becomes my business.”

  “Way to keep the mood, Mr. Romance.” Harper shifted her weight over to the side, sliding her hand between them until her hand came up against his cock, which was in itself far more arousing than it should be. She tried to slide the condom on one-handed, but it slipped off the head.

  With his hands on her hips, he urged her up, onto her knees on either side of him. He took the latex circle from her and reached around her body, rolling it down his length by feel. He wondered what she’d feel like without it, just his skin against her hot slickness—

  He was definitely losing it, because wanting that meant wanting everything that came with it.

  “I could have done that,” she said. She was on her elbows and knees now, her breasts pressed against him and the curve of her belly barely brushing his.

  “I’m sure,” he said. He reached over to her thigh, skimming across the goosebumps there to the folds between her legs. She shivered slightly, but it was nothing like the reaction he’d gotten moments before. She was cold again—in more ways than one.

  Well, there was definitely something he could do about that—while keeping her body off the chilly ground.

  Levi shifted his grip, his hands cradling the back of her thighs. She looked down at him.

  “My turn?” she asked.

  “You’re not ready yet,” he said.

  Her eyes narrowed. “I think I know when I’m ready.”

  He grinned up at her. He couldn’t help it. This was crazy, what he was doing, rolling around in the woods with her when moments before, they’d been nearly shot and half-frozen. But if her cousins’ place really was as close as she said, and they were spending the night there.... Well, why not?

  After all, something worth doing was worth doing well....

  “No, babycakes, you’re not. I’m going to make you so hot that you come around me the instant I bury myself in you. Which is good, because right now, with you—well, I’m not ashamed to admit that I don’t think I’ll last that long.”

  Harper snorted at him. “You have a lot of confidence in yourself.”

  “Oh, yes.” His grin widened. “Yes, I do.”

  And he reached up and caught a handful of the wet, tangled hair at the base of her neck and dragged her mouth down to meet his, kissing her until he thought he could taste her soul.

  Finally, he broke off, but only to move down to her jaw, her neck, loving the feel of her flesh against his mouth, the salty earthiness of her skin, with the dried river water blending with her own particular taste. The wolf in his blood could take apart each individual flavor—the man in him reveled in them, and a distant part of him wondered if maybe that was what had led him to nearly making that fatal lapse, that it had gotten into his brain, because surely no woman had ever tasted so good.

  He could hear her breath coming sharply as he worked his way down her throat, scooting his body against the dry leaves to play along the soft, slight hollows of her neck and collarbones. His cock was already aching in the confines of the condom, but he had made her a promise, and he intended to keep it.

  Her breasts were high against his chest, spilling up onto his shoulders now, and he released her hair to slide his hand down under the weight of one, coaxing the nipple up and into the night air. He moved down another few inches, kissing her flesh as he went, so that he could take it into his mouth.

  The cool flesh heated instantly in his mouth, her nipple going even harder against his tongue. He rolled it in his mouth, and she made a faint whimper, a tremor running through her body. Levi wanted to make her his, completely and utterly, thr
ough only that touch, and he kissed and stroked it with his tongue until she was panting and rocking under the power of his mouth.

  And that was only the beginning of what he was going to do to her.

  He nudged the other nipple free of his chest, taking that one in his mouth as he rolled the first in his fingers. Harper was making noises now, tiny ones at the end of each breath. He released her and slid down further, kissing down the valley of her breasts to her belly. Both his arms hooked behind her thighs, he rocked her back toward her heels to keep her stomach in contact with his mouth. At the narrow strip of curls, he shifted to the side, kissing the line of her inner thigh along her folds.

  The smell of her filled his head, hot and musky, and the jolt of need that went through him and straight into his groin almost broke his resolve, and he almost moved take her right then. But she was shaking and rocking over him, and he wanted to see just how far he could take her. He gave her taint a long, hot kiss, sucking against the skin as her thighs strained with tension on either side of his head, then he moved up the other side, along the other crease of her leg.

  He paused for a second, and she swore softly.

  “If that was just a tease, I swear, I’m going to—”

  With a burst of wickedness, he put the flat of his tongue against her folds, and her sentence was cut off in an incoherent, strangled sound. He held it there as she breathed harshly, then slowly, deliberately, he moved up toward her clit, where he paused again, waiting....

  Then it came. “Levi—” she started.

  And he cut her off again as he moved his mouth against it, kissing, sucking, stroking until his chin was slick with her need and she came again, rocking uncontrollably into his face as she made wonderful soft sounds, struggling to keep quiet as he showed her no mercy.

  Harper was still in grip of the end of her orgasm when he finally dipped his tongue between her folds, sending her into a second, longer peak as he stroked the length of her wet entrance with his tongue, savoring her muted cries as much as he loved the taste of her.

  He could feel her folds swelling under his mouth, engorging with blood as they became ever more sensitive, and he rode her into that orgasm until she was as high as she could go. And just as she was sliding down the other side of it, he broke off, moving up her body and angling his cock at her entrance, arching up into her just as he pulled her onto him, hard.

  And as he had promised, Harper came again. Her arms, no longer supporting her, slid around his neck, and the whole length of her body was against his, her mouth buried in his shoulder to muffle her cries. Using his hips and heels as leverage, he thrust into her, over and over, hard and fast to push her even further into her orgasm, urging her thighs even wider so that he could bury himself in her heat to the last fraction of an inch.

  He wasn’t going to be able to hold on long, not with her climax gripping him in the blazing heat of her slickness, but he gritted his teeth, determined to wring the last bit of pleasure from her trembling body first.

  But she surprised him. As her spasms faded and her cries ceased, she pushed herself up again on her trembling arms, not just to her elbows but all the way to her hands so that her full breasts hung above his body. And then, her expression distant and her breath hissing through her teeth, she took control of the rhythm, riding his cock, coming down so far that her clit rocked against his pubic bone.

  Levi realized what she was doing—taking them both up, this time, together. And he couldn’t have stopped her even if he wanted to, the fantastic sight of those bouncing tits and her face strained with what she was doing to both of them, and the heat of her around him, gripping him, going straight into his balls until they released with a twist of glory that went up his spinal cord like a spike to the brain. And she kept going as they throbbed until every last drop had been milked from him by her clasping muscles.

  Then Harper slumped against him again, and it was several moments later than he realized that his hands were stroking her naked back.

  He groaned with reluctance, the post-orgasmic lethargy settling over him.

  “We need to get to shelter. Get our clothes dry, get food, get warm.”

  “I’m warm now,” she murmured, looking down at him with a flushed face and half-focused eyes that made his cock stir again, still buried inside her.

  “Yeah, but you won’t be, soon enough,” he said, pushing that reaction aside.

  She sighed and disengaged herself, standing and stretching her arms back in a way that made those wonderful tits rise provocatively.

  That woman probably wrote checks provocatively.

  Levi got to his feet. “Can you find it from here?”

  “That depends on where ‘here’ is,” she said.

  He stood up and shoveled everything back into her purse, carefully wrapping the condom in a big leaf he pulled off a bush first. He was up for sex in the woods—not so much for littering after. “We crossed the river about a hundred yards down from the bridge, maybe fifty yards into the woods.”

  “Then it should be pretty easy. There’s a short dock in the river with a jon boat—this time of year, it’s probably under a tarp chained up above the flood line on the shore, though. And there’s the trailer. They got it for free from someone who wanted it off his land, so it’s really small and old, but it’s weatherproof and it’s got plumbing and electricity and even a washer and dryer,” she said.

  “Works for me.” Levi offered her the purse, which was overflowing now with all her clothes draped over the top. “The jacket’s still wet, but it might give you some warmth. And don’t forget your boots.”

  Harper put it on, shivering as the cold liner touched her skin. “What are you going to wear?”

  He grinned at her. “Nothing it all, babycakes, because I’m going to be a wolf, and you’re going to go for a ride.”

  She looked dubious. “Like, on your back?”

  “Sure thing. We’ll get there a lot faster without you stumbling along in the dark. Remember, I can understand you just fine, even if I can’t answer back, so if I start to go the wrong way—well, let me know.”

  “Yeah, I can do that,” she said dismissively. “So, your brilliant plan is...?”

  “Once we’re at your cousins’ place, we’ll be able to check out the SD card and see if there’s any chance of saving the cellphone or the reader, so we’ll know how deep of shit we’re in. We’ll get clean and dry and I’ll screw your brains out, and we might even sleep a little. And tomorrow, we’ll reassess.”

  “As a plan to save our asses, that seems to be a bit sketchy,” she said.

  He smiled slowly. “But as a plan to get through the night....”

  Even in the moonlight, he could see her dramatic eye roll. “I’ll admit that it has a certain appeal.”

  “Then let’s get going.”

  “I’m up for anything, wolfman.” She was shivering again, ever so slightly, but he caught a flicker of a smile at the corner of her mouth. “Just waiting on you.”

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  JUSTINE: INTO THE BLOOD

  By

  Carole Gill

  CHAPTER 1

  We are prisoners of our past, hostages of our heart. Yes, even those like myself whose heart no longer beats, are slaves to it. Do we remember love? I think we do. For I remember my first loving or am I only recalling lust? I wonder if it matters. Perhaps nothing really matters, all the things gone before the current moment. Ah but there are so many moments in an immortal existence.

  Shocked? Do not be. I am what I am, no more no less. The truth is I am a creature of the night—Blood is like wine to me, no wait. It is better than that. It is my life—alright, existence then.

  Why not be honest from the first? I am Justine Bodeau, a vampire who recalls her exi
stence now in this telling. My past has returned to offer me comfort. I am embraced by it. It feels good—though I know as I go along, I shall find certain memories painful. I wonder if I will bury them or if they will insist on returning. And when the past and present meet, when I find the truth to questions I have—I wonder if I shall wish to be destroyed for I have wished it many times. Still, I shall persevere.

  I am aboard a ship sailing to a new chapter in my existence. What lies ahead I do not know. All I can do is guess and try to learn from the past, a past that included two worlds, one living and one undead.

  I sit in my cabin, glad to be alone frankly, for I am able to reflect on all that had gone before. Was my existence worth so much that I cared to go on forever or for as long as I could? That was not a question to be taken lightly. There was much I would have to consider first.

  Suddenly, there was a gentle knock at the door. It was Ramet. “I have brought you something...”

  My dear friend Ramet—do not worry, you will know all there is to know about him in the course of my tale. He was bringing in something for me, something to take so that I would not sicken. Craving blood and doing without is not pleasant for one such as I. There is such gross discomfort when that happens. One is fraught with pain and nausea. I have felt that way many times, and it seems to me each time is worse than the time before.

  “Justine?”

  He came in quickly. “You must take this...”

  I looked at the goblet and knew at once it not only contained blood but had an elixir he uses to restore vitality. It is the opiate of vampires as he says. We didn’t speak then, he just wished me to drink. And so I did. It tasted salty as blood always does, but there was the unmistakable taste of sweetness—too, probably from the honey I knew him to add.

  “It is good, yes?”

  I nodded and smiled. Sometimes I think Ramet is more like a concerned father than my friend. When I finished it he took it from me. “I will leave you now.”