Desires Unleashed (13 page)

The fighter touched his cheek wiping away some of the blood. Bringing his fingers to his lips, his tongue darted out to lick the blood away. The fighters smiled at each other, pleased with the effect of their approach. Draco charged her suddenly, she whirled her whip around striking him across the chest. She whipped it around several times, each blow striking various parts of his body, leaving bloody trails seeping out of the wounds over his skin. Darian was beginning to wonder if he'd made a wise bet. It most certainly would not be the first time that he lost a few million on the wrong fighter. He tried to pick his fighters based on their lust for blood, their ruthlessness and above all...greed. He had seen lesser skilled fighters walk away with the prize. However, he was expecting more out of his pick for tonight's match.

Draco caught her whip in his hand, attempting to yank it from her. Viper had double wrapped the whip around her knuckles so tight that the harder he pulled the whip, the more it began to cut into her skin. Darian could see the blood oozing out of the cuts that were getting deeper the harder Draco pulled on the chain. In one final tug, Draco pulled Viper close to him, causing her to lose her balance. He punched her hard in the stomach, causing her to gasp and cough as she struggled to bring air back into her lungs. Darian heard her ribs crack when the blow had struck. He wondered how much longer Viper would be in the match. The intestinal fortitude of human beings to survive never ceased to amaze him, it was only matched by their hunger for money and power. She wanted that money as much as Draco did. Viper rolled away from the follow-up attack. Draco was stronger, he wasn't faster. As she rose, Draco punched her in the face, knocking her against the thick Plexiglas wall of the arena. Her blood splattered the wall as he punched her again, her body falling against the walls as she tried to roll away. She pulled a knife from her boot. Darian smiled at the deviousness of it all. There were no rules in the coliseum, it was kill or be killed, win or lose, live or die. Viper waited for her opponent to approach her before shoving the blade deeply into his groin and twisting it.

The tall muscular man screamed gutturally. His eyes closed tightly as his mind registered the damage. His hand swung out, catching Viper hard across the cheek, knocking out three of her teeth. The crowd erupted with hoots and jeers as the two battled on. Blood stained the arena floor and glass walls. Darian smiled, day one of the tournament was only beginning. There were five more matches for the night. Draco pulled the six-inch blade out of his groin, grimacing all the while. He rose hunched over, blood dripping profusely from the wound, making a puddle between his legs.

Viper had risen to her feet, spitting the blood from her mouth onto the floor. She grimaced, revealing a dark area where her teeth used to be. Her face had begun to bruise and swell. Her nose had been broken and her skin was cut above her left eyebrow. The vicious wound was dripping blood into her eye, causing her to blink constantly to clear her vision. Draco had bloody wounds all over his upper chest and calves, a huge bloody stain in the front of his pants. His nose had also been broken.

As he tried to walk toward her, his legs gave out. He had lost too much blood and the pain in his groin was crippling. Grabbing his groin, he fell over onto his side. His skin began to pale as the blood continued to pour out of the open wounds. The announcer entered the arena again, the crowd cheered and applauded, some knew what was going to follow. The moment they had all been waiting for, the winner and the loser, the one who would leave the arena tonight the victor and ten-thousand dollars richer. The fighter who was left was the one whose life depended on their generosity. Many had lost tens or hundreds of thousands of dollars, some even millions on this fight. Darian had been most disappointed. It proved the old adage true, you simply can't judge a book by its cover. It was one thing Darian admired about women. They were damned resourceful. He had lost a million dollars on Draco. Though he was tempted to participate in his fate, he decided to stick with his own tradition, sitting back to watch as the crowd cheered and booed the fallen fighter.

“We have the winner of this match, ladies and gentlemen! Viper!!!” The announcer said as he gestured toward the tall, battered woman. She would, no doubt, need all the rest she could get, as she had two more fights over the next two days to come. Viper held her hands in the air. She had won the ten thousand dollar prize for the preliminaries, but her goal was the five-million grand prize. The crowd began to hush as the announcer raised his hands for silence. The lights dimmed slightly, adding ambiance to the arena. He stood over the prone body of Draco.

“Ladies and gentleman, here we have the fallen opponent. He fought. He failed. You decide!” He pointed around the arena. The faces he pointed at smiled, nodded and applauded. “You decide if he shall live or die.” The crowd raised to their feet, cheering. Darian inhaled deeply as the scent of blood pumping in their bodies, rushing to their heads, filled the arena.

“Shall he live?” The announcer held his thumb pointed upward. As the crowd booed, only a few cheers and claps could be heard over the disappointed crowd, “or shall he die?” His thumb turned downward, the audience burst into a roar of applause and cheers. The announcer gave Viper a slow nod, walking away from the prone man. The sound of the excited audience thundered throughout the arena as Viper picked up her chain whip and wrapped it around the dying man's neck. She pressed both feet on his back, pulling with all her might as he struggled weakly, fingers clawing at the chain, trying to free himself from the pressure. His eyes bulged, pupils dilated, chest heaved one last time, then all the air in his lungs emptied as the crowd rose to their feet in thunderous applause, pleased that they had played God. Draco's body was dragged from the arena floor as the announcer returned to introduce the next two fighters.

“I knew I'd find you here, Darian,” a soft, female voice said with a hint of a French accent. Darian knew who it was, he didn't need to turn around. He could smell her even before she entered his private box seat. He smiled, held his hand out, gesturing to the chair next to his.

“Elise...how are you this evening?” he asked, turning to face the feline beauty at his side. His beautiful green eyes roaming over her sumptuous body.

“I'm feeling fine, even better now that I'm finally in your presence. It's unfortunate that you're a vampire, I always have to wait until sunset to see your beauty...to feel your touch.” She took his hand, pressing his knuckles to her lips, she kissed them gently. Darian smiled. He had helped her once and was taken by her beauty and aristocratic charm. Although he didn't doubt his sexual power to seduce, he had never expected Elise to become so entranced with him.

“You've just missed a very good match. I've managed to lose a million dollars on a fighter I was most certain would win or at least make it to the next round. This just proves that even I can be wrong...once in a while.” He smiled. Elise, still holding Darian's hand, ran his fingertips down the front of her shirt. She pressed his palm over her left breast so that he could feel her rapid heartbeat and her mounting passion.

“I see you've missed me very much, no?” he asked as his fingers kneaded the soft flesh of her breast.

“Oui,
I have. Do we have to stay here and watch these matches? Don't you want to sweep me off of my feet, whisk me away to your bedroom and make love to me until the sun rises?” she asked in her most enticing tone. She climbed slowly out of her seat and onto Darian's lap, her skirt rising above her hips to her waist.

“I would love to sweep you off your feet and whisk you away but I think it would be more exciting for both you and I to have sex right here, right now. I'm sure you can smell the blood in the air, feel the fear and excitement of the arena. I can feel it, can you?” Darian asked as he ran his fingertips lightly over her jaw line. He ran his right hand down her back, bringing goosebumps over the surface of her skin.

“Yes, I can,” she said breathlessly as she leaned forward, kissing Darian deeply. Her tongue probing the inside of his mouth caressing his tongue. Their lips remained locked together as they fondled each other, letting their hands explore each other's heated flesh. Darian removed her sheer black shirt, wanting to see the black leather bra that covered her pale bosom. Her own hands sought the buttons of his shirt and undid each one before sliding the black shirt slowly off of his broad shoulders.

Her hands ran over his warm flesh, feeling the muscles underneath his skin. Her mouth parted from his to kiss lightly along his jaw line. He closed his eyes, a low moan escaping his throat. Elise continued down his neck, suckling the soft, fragrant skin there, taking in his personal scent even as it mingled with his expensive cologne. His hands trailed up her back, found the little clasp to her bra and undid it. He ran his hands over her smooth shoulders, found the straps and pulled them down, exposing her breasts. His hands sought the soft mounds of her bosom, tugging the little pink, erect nipples between his fingers. A flicking of his fingertip lightly over the tip of one nipple caused Elise to gasp and quiver.

“I want you inside me, now!” she growled into his ear. Her nails dug into his flesh as she gripped his shoulders. He chuckled deep in his throat. She could feel the vibrations of his voice, increasing the wetness between her legs, soaking her black lace thong panties. Darian smiled, he could feel her wetness dampening the front of his pants while she sat astride him.

“How badly do you want me inside you?” he growled. Her body jerked as his breath brushed over her ear. He looked positively gorgeous to Elise in his all black ensemble. There were no words to explain how badly she wanted to make love to him.

“If I don't feel you inside me in the next three seconds, I'm going to simply burst!” She hoped that was specific enough. She wanted to feel his hard, naked body against hers, it was the only thing that mattered at that moment. Darian smiled. He was more than willing to oblige, especially since his earlier attempt at seducing Miss Balfour had been ruined. He lifted her slightly off his lap and worked at his zipper and top button. Elise's right hand wrapped around his smooth, erect penis, pulling it free from his pants. She smiled as she looked at his uncircumcised penis. Darian yanked her black lacy panties, ripping the fabric. He brought the remains of her thong panties to his nose, inhaled deeply and moaned as her sexual scent assailed his nostrils. Elise began to grind slowly over his penis, reaching between them to guide him inside her. Darian released the panties, groaning as he slid into the soft, hot, wet flesh of her vagina.

He gripped her hips with one hand as he raised up to pump deeply into her. His other hand ran over her shoulders then around her waist to press her closer to him, guiding her over his groin. His mouth closed over her breast, running his tongue over her erect nipple, teasing it, nibbling the delicate flesh. He chuckled deeply as he heard Elise cry out. He could hear some of the audience discussing what they were seeing in his private skybox, but he cared little. He heard the crowd cheer as the next two fighters went at it, beating each other to bloody pulps. He could smell more blood being spilled and it heightened his lust as he was sure it did to Elise's as well.

She began to grind harder and pump faster on his groin. He could feel her flesh constrict around him with each movement of her hips. He relished the heat that enveloped him as his penis stroked her fire. He became hungry for her orgasm, wanted to feel the heat rise to the boiling point, spilling over her in that one instant, that one magic moment, where nothing else mattered but the intense pleasure that followed. He pumped faster and harder, a wet smacking sound filling the room. He began to grunt and moan, as he felt his own climax building, he could sense Elise's own passion mounting. He licked her breast while his hand took hold of the other one, massaging the tender mound, stroking her nipple between two fingers. He heard Elise cry out as he felt a rush of heat erupt from her body.

He felt his own body reach the point of no return as his penis hardened all the more, pulsating as he released himself deep inside her. A low growl flowed from his throat through his clenched teeth as his orgasm whipped through his body. Elise's body remained tensed as spasm after spasm rippled through her. The room seemed engulfed in heat as they shared the moment. Elise finally collapsed on top of Darian's chest, panting, her body still shaking from the effects of their sex. His own body relaxed comfortably into the chair. He stroked her soft brown hair, brushing some loose strands away from her eyes.

She smiled as she looked into the forest green of his seductive gaze. She felt like she could get lost in those eyes, happily lost forever. She snuggled even more closely to Darian, sighing deeply as she felt his strong arms encircle her body. Darian sat there with her for several minutes, basking in the afterglow. He listened as the announcer introduced the fourth match. Darian was slightly disappointed he'd missed two of the matches. He would have to settle for a playback video. The crowd went wild when a seven-foot tall giant of a man entered the arena. He was black with a thick, muscular build. He carried a steel bat. The announcer introduced him as The Destroyer. Darian chuckled. He had to wonder where these people picked up their stage names.

He raised Elise up and kissed her lightly on the lips, just a soft brush of his to hers.