Lizzy's Lessons (The Hunt Family Series)

by Cross, Selena

  “He is mine,” the woman yelled, biting into Liz’s arm, causing Liz to shriek in pain.

  The woman pulled back and smirked in triumph, as Liz lay underneath her holding her shredded arm. Liz felt the warmth of her blood seeping through the material of her coat and brought her arm up to her face to look. The woman had torn open her $5000 down-feathered coat and taken a rather large chunk out of her arm.

  Oh, no that bitch didn’t, Liz thought, not caring about her arm, but pissed about her coat. Her arm would heal quickly—the coat would not.

  Liz used her other hand to backhand the woman off her and pulled herself to her feet when the woman flew against a nearby tree.

  “You may be some Amazonian cat-shifter, bitch, but I am a fucking vampire and I will suck you dry before I let you get the better of me.” Liz declared before she launched herself at the dazed woman, grabbing her by the hair on the top of her head and yanking her head back.

  The woman pushed at Liz, but all Liz could see was red as she used the last of her remaining strength to try to latch onto the woman’s neck. She didn’t intend to kill her, but she needed to get some blood if she hoped to fight back.

  The woman got a grip on Liz’s hair and pulled her head back, then kicked out, pushing Liz off her. Then she tried to tackle her again, but Liz was ready for her this time and wouldn’t go down.

  They fought, tearing at each other, hissing and snarling, neither gaining the upper hand, until the woman pulled a sneak attack on Liz, head butting her in the gut and pushing her against a nearby tree. The air left Liz’s lungs and the woman pounced on her, going straight for Liz’s jugular. Liz was certain she was dead and closed her eyes, so she wouldn’t see it when it came.

  However, when the bite never came and the weight of the woman was suddenly lifted off her, she opened her eyes to see what was going on, and there, not ten feet in front of her, two lynx cats fought against each other, one large and male, and the other smaller and female.

  Liz leaned against the tree she’d been thrown against and watched the cats fight, but as she watched, her body became very weak. She looked down at the place where the woman had taken a chunk out of her arm and saw that she’d begun to heal but she bled out quite a bit.

  She let her body slip down the tree trunk as her eyes grew heavy, and before she knew it, the scene in front of her grew hazy.

  *****

  Cole had come home after being in town all morning trying to figure out what was going on with Elizabeth, when he found Elizabeth and Belinda in the midst of trying to kill one another.

  He’d parked the Hummer along the driveway and jumped out just in time to witness Belinda throw Elizabeth against a tree and lunge for her throat. He acted quickly, changing into his lynx form and tackling Belinda, knocking her off Elizabeth.

  He thought once he forced Belinda to the ground and showed his dominance that she would submit, but Belinda fought, pushing him off her and launching herself at him, so Cole had to continue to fight her, trying to get her to submit so he wouldn’t have to kill her.

  After a long struggle, Cole pinned her to the ground again and this time she submitted, so Cole pulled back, standing over her for a few moments before he walked away from her completely.

  He looked over at the tree, where he’d seen Elizabeth lean against, and saw that she was now unconscious. He started toward her, but only got a couple of inches when Belinda jumped onto his back, biting down into his shoulder blade. Cole flung her off him, but she came back for more, so Cole did the only thing he could think of doing, and went for her throat when she lunged, ripping it open, and spilling her blood.

  Belinda fell to the ground and changed back to her human form, gripping and grasping at her throat, but it was too late, she had lost too much blood, and within seconds, she was dead. Cole felt bad for her death, but she had attacked him on his own territory and wouldn’t submit when she should have. It was the way of the lynx-shifter and he would not feel guilty for her life, even if she’d mothered a couple of his kit.

  He changed back to his human form and walked over to Elizabeth’s unconscious body. She should have listened to him when he said to stay inside and this would have never happened. He was angry that she couldn’t seem to listen to one single order and couldn’t understand why she had to be so difficult.

  He picked her up and carried her back to the cottage, where he unlocked his front door and went directly to his room.

  “Elizabeth, wake up,” he commanded as he threw her on the bed.

  “No, leave me alone, you jerk,” she replied, sluggishly.

  Cole growled, but she didn’t even acknowledge it. Then he stood back and took stock of the situation. Her clothes were ripped to shreds and her coat had a large hole in one sleeve and seemed to be soaked in blood. He quickly removed the coat to find that she did in fact have a large chunk of her arm torn open. It looked as if her arm was trying to repair itself but was taking longer than it should and she was losing more blood.

  He groaned when he realized what was wrong. She was a vampire and needed blood in order to repair herself. He’d spent the last two days ignoring the fact that she needed blood to survive and worrying more about wanting to fuck her.

  “Elizabeth, wake up,” he demanded again, grabbing her around the waist and hoisting her onto his lap as he sat down on the bed with her.

  “No, don’t touch me you asshole, just leave me alone.” She smacked at him, but she was so weak it was more like a pat.

  “Elizabeth, you need blood to heal and I am the only one to give it to you, so you need to wake up and bite me,” he argued.

  “Yeah, right, the man who hates me wants me to drink his blood to heal me,” she snorted, and guilt clawed at his gut because she thought he hated her.

  “I don’t hate you, Elizabeth,” he said, letting one of his claws extend and piercing his skin before bringing her face near the blood that came out. “Now please, drink and heal yourself.”

  She tried to fight him for a split second, but Cole held her head in the place, until she finally gave in.

  He shivered when her little tongue swept across his skin, lapping up his blood. How could it feel so erotic?

  However, it wasn’t until her fangs pierced his skin and she started to suckle at his neck, drinking his blood that his body practically exploded with pleasure/pain sensations and he had the biggest orgasm he’d ever had in his life, his hot seed bathing his lower stomach and her clothing.

  She straddled him and he grabbed her hips, letting her ride his cock through her jeans while she drank. Now he knew why so many people wanted to be donors for vampires. The orgasm alone was enough to make him addicted.

  He knew she was rubbing her clit against the bottom of his cock, and he could feel her wetness through her jeans. He wanted to peel them away from her and impale her on his cock as she sucked his blood from his neck. He climbed higher and higher, as she began to moan and mewl in his ear, until he broke over the precipice again and came hard.

  He distinctly remembered hearing her cries of pleasure as she had apparently cum too, and then feeling her lick his wound closed before sliding off his lap and lying down.

  His breathing was labored as he opened his eyes to look down at where she lay curled into a ball, fast asleep. That was the most intense thing that had ever happened to him and he could see why it would have knocked her out. He lied down next to her, pulling her to him with his arm around her waist, and fell asleep too.

  Chapter Six

  Liz woke up feeling more energized than she had felt in years. She also felt warm and cozy, and snuggled into the very masculine body behind her. It wasn’t until she was fully awake that she realized the male body behind her was actually Cole.

  Anger surged through her when she thought about how his girlfriend attacked her and then he’d forced her to drink his blood, claiming it was to heal her. She remembered how he had cum twice while she drank, and even though she may have gotten a decent orgasm out of it also,
she didn’t like being used.

  She picked up his heavy arm that lay across her midsection, and slipped out of bed, trying not to wake him. She looked down at her arm and saw that she’d healed, but she still wasn’t going to thank him for it, considering it was his girlfriend that had hurt her to start with.

  She could smell the woman all over her, and now she could even smell Cole’s scent mixed in, mainly his cum, and she wanted to burn her clothes and bathe.

  She went into the kitchen and brought out the large pot that Cole had used to bathe with the night before and filled it up with water from the sink, before she lifted it onto the stove and lit the embers inside the oven to boil the water.

  After the water started to boil, she hoisted it from the stove and carried it into the bathroom where she poured it into the tub, but it only filled it a couple of inches. She looked down at the tub and huffed, realizing it was going to take her a lot more pots of boiling water before she had enough to take a bath in. No wonder Cole just decided to skip the tub and bathe at the stove.

  Liz picked up the pot and carried it back to the kitchen to boil more water. While she waited, she thought about how badly her life had changed and for the hundredth time wondered what she did to deserve it.

  Finally, the water was ready, so she carried it into the bathroom again and poured it into the tub, but it didn’t even fill up half way. She blew her bangs out of her face and frowned down at the water.

  What was wrong with a hot water tank?

  She picked up the pot again and went to repeat the process, only to be stopped by Cole, who sat on the edge of his bed, gloriously naked, and fully erect. Her pussy clenched, when her eyes landed directly on his cock, and she had the sudden urge to lick her dry lips.

  Why did her body have to react to him?

  “What are you doing?” Cole asked in a gravelly voice.

  “I’m getting the bath tub ready, so I can take a bath. What does it look like I’m doing?” she snapped back.

  He gave her a slight frown then ran his fingers through his multi-colored hair, “I take it we are enemies once again.”

  It was said as a statement, but Liz answered anyway, “We were never allies.”

  He jumped from the bed and grabbed her, making her drop the big pot, and squeak.

  “We sure felt like allies last night when you were riding my cock,” he growled, holding her shoulders, so he could keep her in place and force her to look at him.

  “That was just out of necessity,” she retorted. “Don’t you want to go and check on your little bitch? I’m sure she is still your ally.”

  “Belinda is dead,” he replied in a low, menacing voice.

  Liz looked at him and saw the truth in his eyes. She didn’t remember killing the bitch. In fact, she could have sworn she saw the she-lynx fighting with another lynx before she passed out.

  “You killed her,” Liz whispered.

  “Ja,” he answered, but she saw no remorse on his face.

  “What was wrong? She didn’t satisfy you enough the night before last, so you killed her?” Liz couldn’t help the dig.

  He let go of her arms and backed away, giving her a peculiar little smile.

  “No, she was on my territory and attacked me, so I killed her, as is my right,” he stated with a defensive tone. “If you had stayed in the house, like I told you to, I would have never had to do it.”

  Liz’s blood boiled with that accusation. “I’m so sorry I made you kill your little bitch of a girlfriend.”

  He laughed bitterly, “Belinda wasn’t my girlfriend. She was mother to a couple of my kit, but nothing else to me.”

  Liz gasped, “A couple of your kit?”

  “Ja,” Cole responded.

  “Just how many kits do you have? That way when your babies’ mama tries to come and kill me again, I might be ready for it,” she snapped. “Maybe I should get a bodyguard to protect me.”

  He grabbed her again, “You will have no one but me protecting you. I will not tolerate another man around you.”

  She swatted at his chest and pushed him away, “Yeah because you did such a good job protecting me yesterday.”

  *****

  Cole’s blood boiled, “If you had stayed inside, you would have never gotten attacked.”

  “And you would’ve never lost your precious babies mama,” Elizabeth answered, and Cole could hear the jealousy tinting her voice.

  He fought back a smile, but it was hard with her looking so disheveled and adorable as she yelled at him because she was jealous of some meaningless woman.

  “Belinda is of no consequence to me,” Cole replied, coolly. “Like I said, she was just a mother to some of my kit, nothing else.”

  “Damn, I would sure hate to be a mother to some of your kit then,” she snorted.

  Cole looked at her, picturing her swollen with his babies, and his cock grew hard with just the prospect of getting her pregnant. He wouldn’t treat her as he had treated the other mothers to his kit. They were lynx-shifters and it was their custom to just mate and then part ways. Lynx females hated companionship just as much as the males, possibly more. They were usually the ones to run the males off when all was said and done.

  However, with Liz he would not just walk away. He would keep her and cherish her, raising their children together, and filling her with more of them, as often as possible.

  “Why are you staring at me like that?” she snapped.

  Cole realized he had been daydreaming the entire time, imagining her with his child. “You would love being mother to my kit,” he stated, his body burning, wanting to prove why.

  “I’m sorry, but I don’t think that would even be possible,” she replied. “Besides, look at the size of that thing, it would split me in half.”

  She pointed to his cock and it jerked in response, making her jump away and squeak.

  “Hmmm, Elizabeth, don’t tell me you’ve never been with a man before,” he teased.

  “Screw you. I’ve been with plenty of men, just not giants,” she retorted.

  “Don’t worry, I will go gently until you are accustomed to me,” he moved toward her, but she backed away.

  He could smell her arousal and it drove him crazy, but he would not do anything to force her into his bed.

  “I thought you didn’t like fucking a bag of bones,” she answered, making him regret again that he had ever said that. “Aren’t you worried about my fangs?”

  A shiver of delight ran through his body when he remembered what her fangs did to him, “I think I quite like your fangs. You can bite me all you want.”

  She smirked, “I’m sure you enjoyed it. Too bad it won’t ever happen again.”

  “Oh, I think it will happen again,” he stepped toward her again as she backed into a wall. “As for fucking a bag of bones, I see now that I might have been unjust in my assessment. You are thinner than what I like, but you are pleasantly plump in the right areas.”

  He ran his hand across the outside of her breasts and down to her hips to demonstrate what he meant. He was close enough to feel her softness when he pressed against her body now, and he took advantage of her immobile state to push his groin against her belly, causing her to moan.

  “You know you want it, Elizabeth. Stop fighting it,” he whispered as he lightly skimmed his lips against hers.

  He looked into her eyes, seeing the heat and desire within them, and for a split second, he thought he would get what he wanted. However, then she scowled again and pushed him away, slapping him across the face.

  “Like I said, you’d have to force me to be with you,” she shouted and went to stomp off.

  Cole finally let his anger take control and grabbed her arm before she got very far. He dragged her to the bed, kicking and screaming. Knowing she probably thought that he was going to force her.

  He sat on the bed and pulled her down with him, so she lay across his lap, her butt in the air.

  “I am tired of your insolence, Elizabeth,” Col
e stated. “I suddenly realized you may never have been spanked before for your disrespectful behavior.”

  “Oh, no you don’t,” she screamed, trying to push off his lap.

  He held her down with one arm, “Oh, yes I do.”

  His hand came down on her soft round ass making a resounding smack on connection.

  “Ow, you bastard,” she yelled, trying to fight him.

  Smack

  “Stop hitting me, you son of a bitch.”

  “Elizabeth, you have such foul language,” he taunted.

  Smack

  “I’ll show you foul language,” she replied, trying to pull herself away again.

  “Lay still, Elizabeth,” he commanded, knowing she wouldn’t listen.

  Smack

  “I hate you,” she screamed.

  Smack—Smack—Smack

  He continued his assault on her jean covered ass, wishing he could pull the denim away and see how red her cheeks were.

  Smack—Smack

  Her arousal grew stronger in the air and Cole’s cock ached as she rubbed her soft stomach against it, wiggling away from his hand when he smacked her.

  Smack

  She pushed her ass toward his hand that time and a loud groaning noise vibrated from her chest, shaking him from the inside out.

  “Cole, please,” she begged, and his name never sounded so sweet.

  “Please what, Elizabeth?” he asked, rubbing her butt cheeks between each blow.

  Her legs opened slightly, and Cole ran his fingers down the seam of her designer jeans. If he knew she wouldn’t kill him, he would have used his claws to cut out the crotch of her jeans to get to her pussy.

  Smack

  “Please what?” he demanded.

  “Ohhh, please don’t,” she moaned as he rubbed between her legs, down to her swollen clit and back up her ass crack. “Stop.”

  Smack

  “What was that? You want me to stop?” he asked, his body growing taut with his own impending orgasm.