Dragon's Fire (2 page)

“Again,” I could feel myself hovering on the brink of what promised to be an earth-shattering orgasm, the last of what I needed to burn off the adrenaline of the hunt. “Spank me again.”

The instant the jolt from his hand rocketed through me, I came, a strangled cry on my lips. My arms gave out and my elbows buckled, but I didn't fall to the floor. Rather, my head snapped up and the pain in my scalp intensified, triggering a wave of even stronger pleasure. Alex didn't stop, continuing to force his cock past my pussy's spasming walls, each stroke making the waves of ecstasy that washed over me grow until they threatened to pull me under.

Then, I felt Alex's hips jerk, his body stiffen. Even as he emptied himself into the condom, he curled himself over my body so that his mouth was pressed against my ear.

“Once more,” he kept thrusting into me even as his cock pulsed inside my pussy. He snaked a hand beneath them and furiously rubbed my clit until I was screaming and writhing beneath him, my entire existence transforming into a quivering mass of flesh.

I could feel my brain turning off, overloaded by the sensations. As the darkness claimed me, I was aware that Alex was lowering us to the floor before collapsing next to me. The last thing I knew before the black took me was the feeling of Alex tracing my wings with his fingertips.

I knew that not much time had passed when I came to with Alex still entranced with my tattoo. I rolled onto my back, my limbs feeling not unlike jello. Alex was propped up on one elbow, looking down at me with something serious in his eyes. The hand that had been on my back moved to trace patterns across my breasts and I felt desire stir inside me again.

“Can I ask you something?”

I nodded as I ran my hands over his chest, exploring the hard planes. Alex made a small noise when my blunt nails scraped over his nickel-sized nipples and my stomach clenched. I lowered my head and licked the dark, wrinkled flesh.

“Do you always fuck after a hunt?”

The two questions all of my partners wanted to know. Were they special or was it just in the heat of the moment? And what was it about the hunt that made me so hot and bothered?

Brutal honesty was either one of my best or worst qualities, depending on who was being asked. “If I find someone I think is attractive, pretty much, yeah. Sometimes I have to take care of it myself.” I watched my meaning sink in. “It's the adrenaline. The less of an outlet I have during the hunt, the more steam I need to let off.”

“So if there's a fight and kill...”

“I only need to cum once.” My hand ventured lower.

Alex's eyelids fluttered as my fingers closed around his flaccid cock. I began to stroke him, slowly but firmly, feeling him swell under my ministrations.

“But on a night like tonight, with no fight and no kill, just a surrender and an arrest,” I pushed Alex onto his back as I used my free hand to reach for my pants again. “I'm starving.”

“Are you sure you don't want to go to the bedroom?” Alex's head thumped against the floor. He didn't sound like someone who really wanted to move.

I didn't bother to answer as I ripped open a wrapper with my teeth. I needed to get off again and get going. A few hours of sleep before heading out would be nice. I wasn't sure yet where I was going, but I knew I wouldn't be sticking around here for long.

My knees were going to regret this later, but the easiest way to make sure I got what I wanted was to take control of the situation. I placed the condom on the tip of his cock and, leaning down, used my mouth to roll it down over his stiff member.

“Fuck.”

I chuckled when I heard Alex swear and the vibration made him let out a string of expletives as I used my hand to take the last little bit that I hadn't been able to fit into my mouth. I had to work up to taking anything over four inches. When I raised my head, Alex was staring at me.

“The tattoo artist taught you that?” His voice was hoarse.

I winked as I threw a leg over his waist and took him in hand. “Nope. Lifeguard at Virginia Beach when I was seventeen.” I made a sound of pure satisfaction as I lowered myself onto his cock.

Alex reached up to touch my breasts as I began to move, but I didn't want his hands. I wanted his mouth. Without losing my rhythm, I grabbed his wrists and leaned forward, pinning his hands over his head. “Suck on my tits.” I can get quite bossy during sex, but most guys didn't seem to mind.

Like the good boy he was, Alex lifted his head and took one swollen nipple into his mouth. He sucked on the hard little nub as I shifted my rise and fall into a back and forth motion that rubbed my over-sensitized clit against his pelvic bone. I could feel my body heating up and I knew I was close. Every cell was still sensitive to each touch so Alex's lips and tongue against my breasts were twice as intense as normal. My stomach brushed against his and I felt the muscles jump under his skin. His hips were moving now, working with me as I rode.

“Use your teeth.” I knew what I needed for that last little bit to push me over the edge. The moment he scraped his teeth over my nipple, I came. My pussy squeezed Alex's cock when my muscles tensed and my breast fell from his mouth as he called out my name. He pulsed inside me as our bodies finished their dance. I slumped down on him, panting. Now I'd burned off all of that adrenaline and would be able to get to sleep tonight.

I rolled off of Alex and reached for my clothes. As I tugged my pants on, Alex spoke from where he was still lying on the floor.

“You're welcome to stay the night.”

How sweet. “Thanks, but I don't really do the whole cuddle and sleep thing.” I had a brief internal debate over the bra and then put it on. I may have had an athletic build, but I was a bit too, shall we say, buxom to go without a bra of some kind. At least, in public.

“Then can I get your number?”

I pulled my t-shirt over my head. “I'm not the kind to stick around, Alex. If I'm back in the area, I may look you up for another go around, but I'm not going to call and chat.” I turned as I said it. I didn't want to see the hurt on his face. It would just be embarrassing for us both. “I'll show myself out.”

Chapter Two

Alex was a nice guy, I mused as I walked out into the warm summer night. The ranger's cabin was at the base of the mountains, a short walk from the town and my hotel. On a beautiful August night like this, it was enjoyable. Or, at least it was enjoyable until I realized that something was following me. Repressing a weary sigh, I kept my pace even and stayed on the path that leads to the main road into town. My post-orgasmic haze had dissipated and I could feel the adrenaline flowing through me again, sharpening my senses. There went my chance at getting to sleep early. No matter what happened, I'd be keyed up for at least another couple hours. I remembered the trail from the times I'd walked it over the past week and knew that there was a spot where I could act.

When I reached the clearing, I paused and put my foot up on a rock. I really did need to tie my shoes to do this, but it was also a good reason to stop without rousing suspicion. Another thing I needed was the knife in the small pocket on the leg of my jeans. Because the FBI agent heading this particular hunt had been a major ass-hat, I'd had to borrow a gun from the local PD and give it back once we'd caught our suspect. Agent Ass-Hat had expressly forbidden me to carry weapons of my own. I always tried my best to go along with the rules, but I never went anywhere naked – and I'm not talking clothes. No matter what I'm wearing, at least one article of clothing has a weapon of some kind hidden in it. Tonight, it happened to be a four inch switchblade in my pant-leg.

“What's a pretty thing like you doing out here this time of night?”

I turned towards the voice, instinctively knowing what I was about to face. The moment I saw the mullet, I knew I was right. Only someone who'd been dead for thirty years would think that was still an attractive style. Movement out of the corner of my eye told me that there were at least four others. They were younger, probably only ten years dead. I don't have a sixth sense or anything like that, just a lifetime of experience. Most of the recently undead – less than a century is recent in vampire terms – had a difficult time adapting as styles changed. I always figured it took them that long to realize the reality of their immortality. Or their taste could just take that long for their taste not to suck.

“I'm not interested in whatever you're offering,” I kept my tone even. I wasn't scared, but I also knew that if it came down to a fight, I couldn't be seen as having provoked them.

“It's not an offer.” The leader smiled, flashing his fangs. He looked disappointed when I didn't shriek in terror or beg for mercy.

“Look,” my voice was tired. “If you're after sex, move along. I don't fuck vampires. If it's blood you want, I'm not volunteering, so put your fangs away.”

“You smell like sex.” Mullet took a step towards me. The others stayed where they were. That was good. It meant Mullet was their sire and they'd wait for him to feed or fuck before they made a move.

“Last chance to walk away.” I shifted my weight onto my back foot and rested my thumb on my knife's catch.

“I'm gonna have fun draining you dry, cupcake.”

Did he just refer to me as a snack food?

Before I had time to get properly annoyed, Mullet launched himself at me. I waited until he was only a foot away and pivoted so that he went careening past me. The fact that he kept going for another few feet told me that he was an inexperienced fighter. If I had to guess, I'd say he tried to act tough and macho around his coven but, in reality, he only picked easy marks when he was trying to prove how big and bad he was. It sucked for him that he'd thought I'd be an easy kill.

“You bitch,” he snarled as he spun around.

I flicked open my blade and settled into my usual fighting stance. “You're really going to wish you'd left like I'd asked you to.” I amended. “Well, at least until I kill you.”

I felt the unease ripple around the younger vampires as they looked to their sire for instructions. This would be the tipping point. If Mullet decided that he'd rather be cautious and lose face than take me on alone, the odds would no longer be in my favor. I could kill a coven of five fairly young vampires, but it wouldn't be easy. I was counting on Mullet's arrogance to outweigh his common sense. Fortunately for me, he proved me right.

“I was just going to bleed you quick,” he growled. “But now I'm going to fuck you while I drain you nice and slow. It'll take days.”

I knew of one way to guarantee his head wasn't in the fight. I gave him a sceptical look. “I don't think you could last that long.”

My words did the trick. With an animalistic roar, Mullet charged me. This time, I didn't spin out of the way. Instead, I took a step forward to meet him, my knife hand outstretched. His momentum allowed me to plunge my knife straight through the heart. He had a moment to look surprised before he fell to the ground. I yanked the knife from his heart and turned to face the remaining four vampires.

“How – how did you do that?” The youngest one, a timid-looking young man who couldn't have been more than fifteen or sixteen when he'd been turned, was staring at me. “I didn't think a knife could kill us.”

“Let me guess,” I knelt next to their sire, all the while keeping my eyes on them. “Mullet here told you that you just had to watch out for sunlight and wooden stakes, right?” The nervous glances they gave each other told me that I'd hit the mark. I ripped open Mullet's shirt. “FYI, the sunlight part's right. Wooden stakes, well, that depends.” I plunged my knife into his chest. “Any weapon that's been marked by symbols of faith, if it pierces the heart of a vampire, will stop it until the weapon is removed. Then the vampire will start to heal. Oh, it takes them an hour or so, but they can recover.” All four of the vampires visibly paled – which is saying something – as I carved into their sire's chest. “But, if I take the heart or the head,” I stuck my hand into the warm, wet cavity and pulled. “Well, let's just say that vampires can't re-grow missing parts.”