Hunters' Game (4 page)

Shouted goodbyes and laughter rang out, then
two young men approached them, the pair as visible to the vampires
as if the sun shone on them. Perhaps most interesting, they could
see Demetri, his lover, and their unwitting Felix.

Cliantha tossed her hair and stood. Demetri
rose as well, pulled his jeans over his hips, and zipped them. She
slid her skirt down and fastened a few of the buttons on her
blouse. The entire time, she held the transfixed stare of the
nearing boy who watched every tiny action she made. The heat of the
newcomer's lust for Clia burned like a torch even with several feet
between them. Demetri loosened some of his mental control of the
situation, curious and intrigued by the emerging possibilities.

"You must like it rough, baby." The new
arrival flexed his hips, fucking the air as he laughed with his
buddy. "Does the sight of blood turn you on?"

"Yessss…"

A sneer of contempt spread over the second
boy's face as he stepped in. "Maybe we should cut up your boyfriend
and see how much you get off on that?"

She didn't acknowledge the words. Her eyes
remained locked with the first of the two youths. She eased the
buttons loose on her blouse again.

Demetri's eyebrow rose. She'd never let the
boy touch her. He listened to the flow of her erratic thoughts,
he'd never before seen her incite anyone in quite this manner. She
was a deliciously amoral creature tonight, and the truth of it
filled him with perverse satisfaction. He kept Felix silent,
erasing awareness of him from the mortal minds, his hypnotic
control of the newcomers so subtle they didn't sense the other
presence in the alley with them.

"You want me, don't you?" Cliantha's
taunting, sing-song voice lured them. "You want to fuck me in front
of him?"

The first boy had already taken a step
closer to her, his gaze locked on the bloodstained beauty of her
breasts framed by the gaping neckline of her blouse. Demetri's
enjoyment of the night was changing to boredom. He'd enjoyed the
boy's lusting thoughts. The kid was eager to close his mouth over
the erect points that tipped Cliantha's rounded curves. The boy's
cock strained the front of his jeans when her slender fingers
teased him by flicking over her nipples and cupping her breasts as
she fondled herself.

Demetri laughed whole-heartedly when the boy
made a lunge for her, the sound acting as a catalyst for
motion.

Cliantha caught the young man's wrist and
spun him into the wall. The distinct, crack of bones was loud,
followed by a choked scream that she silenced when she jerked her
victim's head back and buried fangs in his neck. She pressed
herself to the hapless boy's back and gorged on his blood. His
horrified friend shouted in terror.

The second boy bolted like his ass was being
singed by fire. Demetri gave him a few seconds, then he sprang
forward, and descended on the kid's back. As they fell to the
ground, Demetri twisted the boy's neck in the instant before he
tore his throat open and drank until his victim's blood was
cooling. He released his hold on the dead body, and went back to
Cliantha.

"Come to me." He gestured her forward. "I've
never seen you like this, pet," Demetri whispered as she stepped
over the boy's body and into his arms.

Cliantha all but collapsed against her
lover. In a rare moment of unguarded openness, Demetri was able to
read every thought and emotion that shuddered through her. She was
fighting to control the bloodlust that continued to dominate her
mood, he could feel the battle raging within her. She hadn't killed
since the first night she'd awakened to her new life. Stavros had
tried hard to change that, but he'd failed where Demetri had
succeeded. She'd sworn often she would not kill. Tonight, still
frenzied by the madness of his possession, she hadn't stopped until
there was nothing left to take from the boy. Even now, her body
craved his touch, his domination.

"We have to do something with them."

Demetri's laughter was cold and mocking.

"We already have, Cliantha." He kissed her
bared shoulder and continued upward until his mouth closed over
hers and she twisted fully into his embrace. Her soft body molded
to his and she returned the sensuous kiss with the first sign of
her usual gentleness.

"I think this time we will enjoy ourselves
at home." Demetri drew back and stared into her wide, dark eyes.
"Take our guest. I'll join you very soon. He won't remember what
he's seen here."

Chapter 5

Denouement

"Your home is beautiful." Felix strolled
around the antiques and leather-covered furniture that filled the
room.

Cliantha tossed her jacket onto a large
sofa, following him into the study.

"How many rooms are there?" He sat in a
comfortable chair, then asked the question she'd heard in his
thoughts since they'd arrived. "Is Demetri here somewhere?"

"This room is one of my favorite places."
The dancing flames of a fire cast macabre shadows over the cozy
warmth of the library. She went to the bar and poured a drink for
Felix, then rejoined him. Her skin was so sensitized, her clothes
felt like they were made of burlap, not silk, and she was wet
again, her pussy clenching and throbbing with reawakened
longing.

"Why this room?" Felix accepted a drink from
her. "You're not having one?"

"I prefer to drink the memories this place
holds," she murmured. Knowing he watched every movement she made,
Cliantha sauntered to the fireplace, hips swaying with provocative
sensuality. In the flickering light, she began to peel away the
stained, bedraggled layers of her clothing. She feigned apathy to
the ravenous gaze of the young man who stared at her.

She tossed the last piece of her outfit onto
the sofa and turned to smile at Felix. Her hands smoothed over her
hips and glided upward to cup her breasts. She toyed with the erect
and sensitive points of her nipples as she dropped to her knees.
She wanted to fuck again; her pussy ached for Demetri. This eager
boy would be a nice distraction, though.

"I thought you wanted me, Felix," she said
with a breathless sigh.

"You're doing fine without me." His voice
was hoarse, his breath rasping as he forced his voice to work. He
turned so he was looking directly at her, his drink clutched in
hands that trembled.

Cliantha spread her thighs, the light of the
flames insuring he could see every tiny motion she made. She shook
her head, tossing back her waist-length mane. Her hands moved
between her parted thighs and she shivered as she probed her
already aroused body.

"Why don't you do this for me, Felix?" She
closed her eyes as the vampire within her awoke, her fingers moved
with sure strokes and she screamed Demetri's name silently. The
fury of her roused thirst pounded in her veins, and Felix tore at
his clothes as he tried to remove them too fast.

Two pairs of hands touched her at once.
Cliantha's eyes snapped open and she grinned down at Felix as she
slammed him to the floor. She straddled his thighs and looked at
him. He was fully aroused, the lust burning in his eyes
unmistakable. Beneath it, equally clear, his terror shone. The
familiar rush of euphoric power engulfed her.

The soft warmth of her hair flowing over her
shoulders disappeared. The heavy fall of soft tresses being lifted
made her shiver as Demetri's lips touched her neck in a light
caress. He hugged her waist and she snuggled back against him.

"Do you want to fuck him, darling?"

"I want to fuck you," she whispered. "And I
want our guest, too."

Felix blinked, and his gaze flicked from
Cliantha to Demetri. The tangy scent of his fear-induced sweat
tinged the air, almost tangible. Beneath it, layered into the
shallow breaths his palpable excitement warred with rising terror.
Neither outweighed his bravado.

"I want you to suck my cock, bitch." Anger
added an edge to this voice, and the challenge was blatant.

Cliantha laughed and glided off his hips.
She bent to run her tongue along the rigid length of his straining
cock. She licked at the weeping tip before drawing him deep into
her throat. A rumbling growl slipped from Demetri as he watched,
and she sucked hard on Felix.

The boy's gasped breath mutated into a groan
and his hips rose. She pulled hard on him, her head bobbing up and
down as she wrapped her tongue around him and stroked, sucking
intensely one moment, softly the next. Felix's hands tangled in her
hair and he started fucking her mouth, the thrust of his hips
getting faster with his desperate need for release.

Cliantha tapped into his thoughts, drew them
into her mind and shivered. He was terrified, his heart-rate
pounded with the onslaught of warring sensations. His lust raged,
accented by fear. Her fangs brushed over his eager cock, and his
thoughts screamed inside her mind. She licked a droplet of blood
from the tiny scratch she'd made, and he groaned loudly. He'd
already decided his death was inevitable, he was determined to have
what he wanted before he died.

"I think our young friend likes you,
darling." Demetri's words were like a roughened caress of sound
stroking her spine.

Cliantha lifted her head and looked at Felix
as he struggled to breathe past his lust. Dark eyes were rimmed
with too much white, the reflection of his fright. His trembling
rippled through her veins, his emotion laced the taste of his
blood. She tilted her head to one side, staring down at him as she
absorbed the waves of horror that radiated from him and battered
her senses. "What would you like to do right now, Felix?"

His eyes narrowed, and he smiled, though
there was only mockery in the expression. A surge of anger blunted
his foreboding, and he lunged for her.

"I'd like to bury my cock so deep in your
cunt that you forget all about your boyfriend," he said, reaching
up, his hand circling her neck, fingers digging into her tender
flesh. "I don't think he'd like that very much, baby."

She grinned, her pussy gushing more wet heat
between her thighs as his words made her quiver. She jerked free of
his hold, inched back, and sat on the warmed carpet in front of the
fireplace. The orange and gold flames brought shadows to life. She
spread her legs wide and opened herself further with her hands,
ensnaring him with the view of her dripping pussy.

"First I want your tongue, Felix."

Felix sprang toward her. She shuddered as
his mouth fastened greedily on her and he lapped up the cream that
continued to come from her in rushes of pleasure. He licked from
her weeping entrance to her clit, toying with the pulsating nub,
then he sucked and her body writhed against him.

Demetri moved, she was dimly aware of the
shifting shadows, then he was behind her, preventing her from
falling on her back. He cupped her breasts, squeezing and
caressing, tugging on her distended nipples until they hurt. The
pain made her spasm and she pulled him into a savage kiss. Felix
bit down on her trapped clit while Demetri pinched hard on her
nipples. Explosive pleasure rocketed through her and she bucked
against the young man between her legs even as Demetri released her
from the kiss and she screamed.

The fury of her orgasm pulsed through her in
thrashing waves, and before she was fully aware of what was
happening, Demetri had pulled Felix away from her, and yanked him
up so she was staring into his eyes.

"Take what you really need from him,"
Demetri ordered. "Quench your thirst, Cliantha, while I sate your
hunger." Demetri's will imprisoned the terrified boy and he
wrenched Felix closer.

Cliantha leaned into the exposed curve of
Felix's neck and she licked the pulse of life pounding near the
surface of his skin. She nipped at his vein, drew another sweet
drop of blood from him before she sealed the wound with a slow
glide of her tongue.

Demetri was still at her back, and Felix's
eyes were wide as he fought to control his terror, the smell of his
fear increasing with each breath he took. She smiled and pushed
him. He fell on his ass and tried to back away. She caught his
ankle and stopped him, then crawled over him, settling astride his
hips. His cock, still hard, pressed against her. She moved again,
her fingers curling around his hot shaft, guiding him into her
pussy. She gasped as she impaled herself on his impressive length
and started to move.

The sound of Demetri laughter affected her
like rich velvet stroking across her skin, then he stepped in front
of her. While she rode Felix, Demetri offered his cock to her. She
opened her mouth and took him in, her hands cupping his ass as she
began to suck. Felix gripped her hips, bruising her skin, and she
angled her hips so he was buried deep as her cunt gripped him tight
and held him locked inside her. The loud moan of intense pleasure
that tore from him was echoed by Demetri seconds later as both men
found their release. Swallowing the rush of Demetri's orgasm,
Cliantha continued to suck, slowing her rhythm. Beneath her, the
spurts of Felix's climax flooded her pussy, and he loosened his
hold on her hips.

Demetri stepped clear of her and she smiled
down at Felix. "I like you, young Felix. I don't want you to die
here tonight."

Felix looked past her to Demetri, seeming to
know his life was in the hands of the odd-eyed master Cliantha
adored.

"I'm not interested in keeping a pet. I've
permitted you to fuck him, but you cannot keep him."

Cliantha stared at Felix.

Demetri's hold on her was not what he
believed it to be, but tonight she had become his creature. Now
wasn't the time to give him reason to suspect she was not the
adoring whore he wanted.

For a few heartbeats, Cliantha contemplated.
Whatever her feelings were, she had no choice.

Grabbing Felix and yanking him forward,
Cliantha's fangs sank into his throat, cutting off his scream. As
he died, she heard a louder scream filtered through his blood as it
coursed into her veins. It took a heartbeat to recognize it for the
sound of her own ecstasy as Demetri took possession of her
again...