Huntress (10 page)

She liked that he let her take over, this part of it at
least.

Her lips opened and she took as much of him in her mouth as
she could before closing around him. He growled loud and it reverberated off
the walls of her bedroom. She slid her tongue back and forth over him and then
sucked him as hard as she could.

Fiona didn’t go easy on him. She would swallow him as far as
she could go and then lick him from tip to base. His salty-musky taste filled
her mind and the smooth steel of him against her tongue had her pussy clenching
in need again.

It was always like that with him, satisfied for the span of
a heartbeat.

“You would not believe how amazing my view is right now,” he
groaned.

Fiona shifted a bit and wiggled her ass, lifting it a little
to make his view even better. However, she never let up the ministrations she
was applying to his cock with her lips and tongue.

“Oh god! Baby, stop!” he moaned and jerked free of her
mouth.

He didn’t hesitate as he slid his hands under her arms and
lifted her off the bed. She smiled down at him and he gave her that devilish
look she had come to love before he threw her backward on the mattress.

He was on her before she quit bouncing. The first press of
his hot skin against her body drove her wild. She sank her nails into his back
as his mouth came down on hers, hard.

She had no control over the kiss. Trent kissed her as if he
meant it. His tongue plundered her mouth so deeply their teeth clanked
together.

Fiona pushed his jeans down his legs and he shimmied out of
them without ever breaking their kiss.

“Too fast,” he panted and pulled back to stare down at her.
“I want to tie you up and drive you insane. I don’t want this to be over yet.”

She stared at him in shock for a second. He grinned down at
her and she realized she did trust him enough to let him tie her.

“Okay,” she agreed.

He leapt from the bed and went to her dresser. “Where are your
scarves?” he asked.

“In the top drawer.”

He found what he wanted and came back across the room to
her. She assumed he would tie her spread-eagle on the bed, using the posts to
hold her. But he surprised her.

Taking her hands, he tied them together with one scarf and
then knotted it through one of the slats in her headboard.

She watched him closely as he secured two scarves together
to make one long one. His devilish grin made her smirk as he secured one end
around her thigh, looped it up around her neck and tied the other end to her
other thigh.

It effectively kept her legs apart but not so much that it
was uncomfortable. He gazed down at her for a long moment.

Fiona liked the feeling of being at his mercy, knowing he
was going to take her to new heights.

He started at her neck, licking and leaving a wet path from
one shoulder and then to the other. Fiona relaxed and her legs settled open
wider.

He continued down her chest, not missing an inch of skin
with his mouth. When he got to her breasts, he gently moved around her peaks,
leaving her nipples puckered and aching.

She moaned in protest and he smiled before sucking one
nipple deep into his warm mouth. Releasing it with a pop, he moved to the other
one, giving it the same attention.

Trent made low, satisfied noises in his throat as he moved
down her torso, over her belly and then her hips.

He slid down on the bed and she immediately missed the heat
of his body. He laid his lips on the exposed underside of her thigh, kissing
and nipping his way to her dripping sex.

She knew as soon as he touched her there she would come
again. She was so close already. But he seemed to know that and was intent on
keeping his word of driving her insane.

Moving to the other thigh, he nibbled his way down to her
ass. She shivered when he blew on her puckered hole and then groaned when he
rubbed his stubbly chin against the sensitive line between her cheeks.

“Ah,” she moaned and his soft chuckle answered her.

“You have such a pretty pussy, Fiona. It makes my mouth
water.”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth he buried his
face between her spread legs. With the first lick he sent her over the edge,
her whole body riding the waves of ecstasy.

He stayed with her as she came for long minutes and then
moved up her body to kiss her lips. She tasted her juices on him and he offered
his chin for her to lick clean.

Carefully he released her legs then her hands and massaged
her wrists where the scarf had rubbed.

Fiona had come harder than she ever remembered doing before
but she still needed him, needed his hard cock inside her. Otherwise she would
feel incomplete. Not wanting to think too closely about that, she pushed it
aside.

She reached for the condom that was in the nightstand
drawer, opening it and sliding it down over his shaft quickly.

When he settled back between her legs his hard cock was
pressing against her thigh. She tried to shift under him but he held her
captive with his body.

“Trent, please!” she begged.

“What, baby?” he whispered in her ear.

“I need you,” she groaned back.

“Tell me what you want,” he demanded as he lifted up
slightly on his arms to look down at her.

“I want you!” she cried out, tired of his teasing while her
body was on fire.

“Tell me you want more from me than my cock.”

Fiona lifted her startled gaze to his. There was something
there she hadn’t seen before. Something that touched a deep place inside her
that she had kept under lock and key for so long.

“I do, Trent,” she whispered as she cupped his face with her
hands.

He smiled in triumph the same second he thrust inside her.
He was balls-deep with one push and she moaned loudly as her eyes crossed, her
mind cleared and there was only him.

Trent held on to his control with a death grip. She was so
hot and tight around him that he wanted to ride her until she wouldn’t remember
anything or anyone else but him.

But he didn’t want to hurt her. He held his place, letting
her adjust to his size. He swore he was hard enough to punch a hole in a brick
wall.

He stared down at her as she moaned and her pussy clenched
around him. She was so beautiful with her cheeks flushed and her fire-colored
hair spread out around her head.

He wasn’t sure why he had pushed so hard to get her to admit
she wanted him, and not just for sex, but he had needed to hear it. He could
see the truth in her eyes whenever she looked at him.

Trent knew she would try to push him away again but he
wasn’t going to have it.

Then she lifted her hips suddenly and ground against him.
His thoughts scattered and his control slipped away.

He pulled out and slammed back home inside her, loving the
sexy noises that were ripped from her throat.

Watching her eyes glaze over, he knew she was close to
coming again. He wasn’t going to disappoint her.

He lifted his weight onto his knees and filled his hands
with her perfectly rounded ass. Pulling her hips up, her legs spread wider and
he drove downward into her over and over again.

Her moans got louder and her thighs tensed. He didn’t slow
his pace but knew if he tilted his hips just a little he could hit her G-spot.

She screamed and her pussy clamped around him. His cock
couldn’t take any more and he spilled inside her, deep and hard.

Trent woke alone and knew Fiona was downstairs in the
kitchen. She was fighting what was between them harder than he was. He just
couldn’t figure out why. He hadn’t told her about Granny’s warning and he
didn’t think Granny had mentioned it either.

So what was her problem? As far as he could see from her
side it was just sex. But she was obvious about not wanting him to get involved
with her life. He wasn’t sure how he was going to change her mind.

He got up and dressed in his clothes from the day before.
Trent was tired and not looking forward to the confrontation he was sure was
waiting for him downstairs.

He entered the kitchen just in time to see her float the
coffee filters to her hand as she dumped water in the coffeepot with the other.

She was lost in her thoughts and he took a moment to just
look at her. Her hair hung halfway down her back. That flame-gold color he
loved, catching the early light. It was wild this morning, probably from his
lovemaking last night and her running her fingers through it today.

Her robe only covered her to mid-thigh and he suddenly
wondered what she had on underneath it, if anything. He loved her skin. It was
pale and covered in freckles. She even had them in the most unlikely places.
Behind her knees, the back of her neck and her hips.

He was a goner. He knew it now. He had never noticed the
little things about a woman before. All he had to do now was convince her. It
wasn’t going to be easy.

But nothing in this life worth fighting for was easy.

She must have felt his gaze because she turned and caught
him ogling her legs. A hint of a smile touched her mouth but it didn’t reach
her eyes.

He knew she was going to tell him to hit the road but he
wasn’t going to have it.

“Coffee?” she asked quietly.

He nodded and took a seat at her breakfast nook. It had been
her rule not to share meals but apparently coffee didn’t count.

Once she sat across from him she said, “Trent, we can’t see
each other anymore.”

She said it so easily that it pissed him off. He was so
tired of hearing those words from her but here he was again after spending the
night between her legs. “So I’m good enough to fuck when you feel like it but
not good enough to be a part of your life?”

“It’s not like that,” she said quietly.

“Bullshit it isn’t!” he roared at her. “I took you to my
grandmother to help you out and now that you have what you needed, you’re just
going to push me out the door. What’s your plan? To find someone else to heat
you up between the sheets?”

He knew he was hurting her, he could feel her withdrawing
from him as he yelled at her, but damn it, he wasn’t going to give up easily
and he was tired of this line from her.

“You’re the only one I want, Trent.”

He looked hard at her and still didn’t believe her. Tears
welled in her eyes and he still refused to go easy on her.

“You want me when you need someone to pick up the pieces,
that’s it. I’m convenient because I made myself available to you. I know about
your secrets and we have this crazy connection. But it doesn’t mean you really
want me. You just want a hot body in your bed, skin you can sink your nails
into and a hard cock you can ride. The face doesn’t matter to you. All you want
is the distraction.”

The tears spilled over and ran down her cheeks. He felt bad
for causing them but he had to get through to her somehow.

“I don’t want to fight with you,” she whispered.

“We either fight or we fuck. What’s it going to be?” he
demanded as he slammed his hands down on her little table. The coffee cups
wobbled and the dark liquid sloshed over the sides.

She stood and turned away, her shoulders shaking. “This is
why I always use my spell. I can’t deal with this.”

It took a second for what she said to process.

“What spell? What the hell are you talking about?”

She turned to face him and her eyes were wide with shock. He
suddenly knew she hadn’t intended for him to hear her.

“Nothing. Never mind,” she said as she grabbed some paper
towels to clean up the spilled coffee.

He stood and grabbed her arm then softened his hold when she
jerked in pain.

“What spell, Fiona? Tell me or so help me god I’m going to
put you over my knee and give you the spanking of your life.”

Her eyes narrowed and her tears cleared up. Good. She was
getting pissed. She jerked out of his hold and took a step back to glare up at
him, her gaze shooting out fire.

If looks could kill he’d be a dead man.

“I don’t let people in on purpose, Trent. But I’m not a
saint and do need the company of a man from time to time. So I pick one up and
use a quick little spell that assures me when it’s over he will get up and go
home. He knows the next morning he was with a woman but I am just as unmemorable
as he is.”

He stared at her in shock. He knew she had a hard time
letting anyone get close but this was over-the-top.

“Did you use it on me?” he growled.

“I tried, it didn’t work,” she threw at him.

“Son of a bitch.” He turned away from her and stuffed his
feet into his boots. “I guess you’re right, Fiona. We don’t have to see each
other anymore. Good luck.”

He slammed her front door a lot harder than necessary as he
left. But he was so pissed and hurt that he didn’t give a shit.

Climbing on his bike, he headed back to his quiet apartment.

Fiona sat in her kitchen for a long time. Thoughts whirled
through her head so quickly she couldn’t make sense of them.

She wished she hadn’t brought up her spell. It had hurt
Trent and that was not what she intended. But she had wanted to make him shut
up. His words had hit a little too close to home.

He was right. She had used him, at first. That was all it
had started out as but it had changed into something else. She had admitted
more than she wanted to when she had said she only wanted him.

It was the truth. A half-truth because he meant more to her
than she realized. When he had slammed the door behind him she felt as though
he had been kicking closed the door in her heart.

She suddenly felt wrung out and exhausted. Her steps were
weary as she went up the stairs to her room. Falling into bed, she lay there
for a long time, staring at the ceiling.

She didn’t cry. It was for the best. She had a job to do and
she couldn’t worry about Trent. She refused to have him get hurt or worse,
killed. She was much better off knowing he was alive somewhere instead of dead
because of her.

She laid her head on the pillow that smelled like him and
dozed off.

Fiona woke hours later, feeling groggy. Heaving her sore
body out of bed, she slowly got to her feet.

The vision hit her as soon as she stood. Vision because she
was awake this time. It came to her, dark at first and then gaining in power
and clarity.

Two young women, holding on to each other, stumbling down
the sidewalk leading to the center square in town. They were both pretty. One
had short, spiky blonde hair and the other, long brown. Neither of them was
over the drinking age.

They were heading out of the street-lit area of the inner
city. Fiona knew what was waiting for them in the dark.

She saw this vamp for what he was, black-hearted and evil to
the core. He would lure the unsuspecting girls in, kill one quickly and drag
the other one off to his den for days of suffering.

She wanted to kill this time.

There was no more time for self-pity and she hurried to the
bathroom. A quick shower loosened her muscles and she dressed in her hunter
outfit. Grabbing her sword and sliding it into the holster on her back then
strapping her silver stakes around her thigh, she headed for the door and her
car.

There was no time to waste. There never was.

She knew where she was going. She grew up in this town and
knew all the roads well enough to take the fastest route without thinking about
it.

Her tires squealed as she spun around and stepped on the
gas. She took the streets faster than was safe and kept praying she wouldn’t be
pulled over. She had no time to stop.

She came to a screeching halt at the opposite side of the
park the girls had entered. She was far enough away that she wasn’t worried
about the noise she was making.

It had been uncomfortable to drive with her sword on her
back but she was glad for it now.

Taking off at a dead run, she headed to the center of the
park. It was also the darkest part but it offered the cover of several groups
of trees.

She slowed when she heard voices. The vamp had his back to
her and she could just make out the shapes of the two girls.

He was flirting with them, making them giggle with his wild
pronouncements of their beauty. But they were too drunk and too young to
realize he was moving closer to them with each sugar-coated line he spoke.

They would be no match for his strength and he would be able
to take them both without any problem. Fiona had to act quickly.

Unsheathing her sword, she crept closer. The vamp’s intent
was clear and she could smell the blood on him from his other kills that night.

She wasn’t going to wait. Stepping up behind the vamp, she
closed the distance quietly. The girls saw her first and their eyes went round
with fright.

“Leave,” she growled at them. They turned tail and ran back
the way they had come as the vamp turned on her.

He growled low in his throat as he crouched, ready to pounce
on her.

“You have chased away my dessert, woman,” he said as he
leapt at her.

She hesitated for a brief second and then he was on her. His
body was heavy and hard as he fell on top. She stumbled and lost her balance,
falling backward to the ground.

His full weight held her pinned and he clenched his fingers
around her throat. He squeezed tighter as he laughed evilly above her.

“I can’t wait to tell everyone I killed a hunter,” he
gleefully sneered down at her. “But don’t worry. I won’t drink your blood.
You’re not good enough for that. I’m going to squeeze the air from your fragile
lungs and then I’m going to cut your head off with your own sword.”

Fiona didn’t doubt his words. She let go of her sword. It
was too long to do her any good in this position. Grabbing a stake from her
thigh strap, she jammed it as far into his side as she could.

He bellowed and released his hold on her neck. She sucked in
a much-needed breath and twisted under him. The quick move knocked him sideways
and before he hit the ground his body turned to ash.

She stood and picked up her sword. As she stared down at the
spot where the vamp had been moments before, she started to shake. She took off
for her car at a dead run, as if the hounds of hell were chasing her.

By the time Fiona got home her neck was throbbing and
starting to bruise. She knew she should be happy she had been in time to save
the girls but the elation she had felt before was gone.

The drive home had calmed her and she had stopped shaking
but the killing was hard to deal with when it was over and she was alone.

All she felt was tired and lonely. She showered and fell
into bed exhausted but couldn’t sleep. Her thoughts were consumed by Trent.

She wondered if she was feeling so strange about tonight’s
hunt because he wasn’t there to share it with.

Stop it, Fiona! You did the right thing.

But, lying in bed alone, she didn’t feel right. She couldn’t
deny the sharp stab of disappointment when she got home and found he wasn’t
waiting for her.

She couldn’t allow him to be killed by being a part of her
life. Everything had changed for her and she needed to stay focused.

Trent was busy pacing his apartment while Fiona was trying
to sleep. It had been pure torture to know she was out hunting and there was
nothing he could do to help her.

His talent had been late in showing up tonight. He had been
distracted by his anger at her for using a spell on him. While he knew it
hadn’t worked, it still hurt like hell to know she hadn’t wanted anything more
from him than sex right from the beginning.

He had only caught the tail end of what had happened
tonight. He knew she had saved those two stupid girls and had killed the vamp.

He knew she had made it home safely. But something was
wrong. He could feel it but he couldn’t figure it out.

He sat heavily in his recliner and leaned back, closing his
eyes. He pulled out a pair of her panties he had stolen from her room that
morning. It was easier for him to connect with her if he held something that
was hers.

He ran his fingers over the black lace of the thong and
waited, slowing his breathing and relaxing into his chair.

She was in bed, sleeping, but restlessly. Suddenly her eyes
opened and she got up to go into the bathroom. The light came on and she stared
at her reflection in the mirror. It was only a brief flash but it was enough.

It was then he saw the dark-purple bruise on her throat.

“Son of a bitch!” he roared as he jumped from his chair and
left his apartment.

He didn’t care if she didn’t want to see him, she was hurt
and she needed him whether she was willing to admit it or not.

Fiona heard the pounding on her door just as she was headed
back to bed with a bottle of pain reliever and a couple ice packs.

She stood undecided for a second before she moved to open
it. She knew it was Trent. She could feel his anger through the wood.

Heaving a sigh, knowing he wasn’t going to go away, she
opened the door. He strode past her and stopped, leaving his back to her.

Fiona closed it and waited, not knowing what to say. She
wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold on but knew she couldn’t do that.
Not after this morning.