Raven Walks by Ginger Voight

and
down on his hard shaft. He watched those perky tits bounce with
each thrust, as she was reduced to animal grunts.
    Her hand slid between them and began to
fondle her clit. He reached up to capture her breast in his mouth
again, his tongue running across it like quicksilver. Her groans
and moans were growing louder into cries and screams. He knew she
was getting closer.
    He grabbed her hair with one hand and then
bared his neck for her. She barely needed his guidance as she dove
in to feed. He jumped as he felt those fangs tear through his thick
neck muscle to find the vein, and then as his blood flowed into her
mouth he pumped her harder, taking her over the edge.
    She broke her hold on him to scream out as he
felt her pussy clamp down on him with a powerful orgasm.
    But, as a psychic vampire, he did not need to
feed from her blood to come. Instead, he wanted her energy. He
grabbed her by the waist and flipped her over on her knees. His
hands parted her ass cheeks as he watched himself sink into her
still quivering pussy. Able to penetrate her much deeper this time,
with each hard stroke he made her scream out loud. He watched her
aura rise from her body as she approached another explosive
orgasm.
    He lifted her up and drank from her
intoxicating essence, one hand flat against her small breast, the
other tangled into her pussy, toying with her clit. The louder she
screamed, the more his aura grew, stealing her life energy rather
than her life itself. He was grunting like an animal when he
finally thrust inside her one last time, emptying himself in her
raw pussy.
    Both vampires collapsed on the bed in each
other’s arms. Her eyes had returned to the same beautiful topaz
they had always been. He smiled as he traced the face he worried
he’d never see again. “You did beautifully, my love,” he whispered,
his hand possessively trailing across her body.
    “I love you, Sebastian,” she whispered back
and they shared a tender kiss. “Do you love me?” she asked, her
eyes wide.
    His eyes teared up as he gazed into her
beautiful face. “My Sonja. Do you even have to ask?”
    She shook her head and cuddled up against
him.
    As she toyed with his body and felt his dick
grow in her hand, she turned to him and said, “Would you do
anything for me, Sebastian?”
    He groaned as he ground against her.
“Anything, my love. Whatever you desire will be yours. You need
only ask.”
    She leaned on one arm and looked at him. “I
want a woman.”
    His brow knit, but she bent to kiss him
before he could inquire further.
    Instead they made slow sweet love again and
again.

Chapter Eight: Pixie
     
     
    Abigail blinked awake. Wind hit her in the
face like tiny needles, and it roused her from what felt like a
deep hibernation. That was when she realized she was in strong arms
and nowhere near the ground. She gasped as she clasped her arms
around the neck of Constantine. “What are you doing?” she
shrieked.
    “I’m following orders,” he smirked in return,
as he kept his eye on the horizon for the rising sun. Maybe, if he
had time, he could manage another snack before he had to retire for
the day.
    “Whose orders? I don’t understand!”
    He chuckled then. “If you’re expecting to
ever understand Raven, you’re in for a long, frustrating wait.”
    “But why isn’t he ... I mean... why are
you...?”
    “Why am I in his place?” She nodded. “Because
he has tired of you. You’re never to return to the coven
again.”
    She crossed her arms and steamed. Who did
Raven Crowe think he was? If he thought he could dismiss her like
some sort of jilted lover, he had another thing coming. Constantine
could easily read her mind. He really didn’t even have to try.
Again he smirked but said nothing as he made the descent toward the
open door on her balcony.
    She stepped out of his arms once they landed,
and he leaned casually against the railing. “It won’t work, you
know.” She defiantly tipped her chin but said nothing.