Tag, The Vampire's Game (4 page)

He unfolded his arms and placed his hands on her hips, cupping her ass, pulling her closer to him. The apex between her thighs pulled roughly against his growing cock. She could feel him growing harder, larger despite the layers of clothing dividing them. She felt herself longing to remove the layers of clothing, feel his cool skin against her heat.

Lance wasn't sure what spurred her sudden desire for him but he wasn't going to question it. Didn't dare question it. It was so damned easy to scare her off, so he had to proceed with caution when handling her.

Her mouth was so warm, so welcoming. And damn it he wanted her so fucking badly it physically hurt.

Take it slow
, Lance coached himself,
too much too fast and she'll run
.

As he pulled her body tight against his she didn't protest. Instead, she held herself tight against him, her pelvis teasing his hardening cock, rubbing against it. Enticing him with each movement.

One hand remained on her ass while the other worked it way up her back, under her shirt. He reached around and cupped one of her breasts in his hand, it was large, but firm.

He kneaded her breast, using his thumb and index finger he played with her nipple, pinching and rolling it between his fingers, turning into a hardened peak. He was rewarded by a low moan from her as her mouth left his and she began nipping, licking teasing her way over his strong jaw and down his neck.

Doubts were running through her head at lightening speeds. Was she wrong all this time about him? He had plenty of opportunities in the past to kill her but he didn't. She knew that regardless of how good a hunter she was, the truth was that he was old enough to disappear completely if he so chose to, but he stayed near her regardless of the danger it put him in. The doubts were strong enough that the desire for him, the need to be with someone, to feel loved and wanted, overpowered her doubts and fears.

Grabbing her thighs he hoisted her up onto him. Her legs automatically wrapped around his waist, holding tight. He walked with her holding tight to him, over to the bed.

Carefully he laid her on the bed never breaking contact with her, relishing the feeling of her warm body close to his.

Placing a hand on either side of her head he bent down to kiss her again, lightly, tenderly. Pulling up from her he marvelled at how beautiful she looked, dark hair in contrast to the white comforter, he wanted to see more of her. To see the creamy ivory skin of her breasts under the tank top. He took hold of the bottom of her shirt as she raised her arms allowing him to remove it over her head. The black lace bra was also removed and thrown to the side of the bed. Her breasts were perfect to him, busty with large pink nipples, which were beginning to harden as he watched.

"Stunning," he whispered more to himself than to her.

His eyes were turning now, desire evident in them as she caressed his broad bare chest, tracing the contours of his muscles. Her arms wrapped around his back, nails digging into his back as she pulled him back to her. His cool body felt refreshing, exhilarating on hers.

His mouth found her neck, trailing light kisses starting at her jaw and ending at her collarbone. This time she didn't freeze at the feel of his mouth on her neck but relished in the feeling. She shivered, her hips thrusting up against his, begging for the rest of their clothing to be removed and to feel his large shaft forcing its way into her warmth.

His mouth trailed down to those luscious breasts. He took one hardened peak into his mouth, sucking, gently biting. He switched to the other breast, circling the hard tip with his tongue as one of her hands grasped the back of his head holding it close to her breast.

She moaned her protest as he lifted his head from her breast.

He was certain that in all the centuries he had lived, that he had never craved a woman more than this one. Perhaps it was because he had waited for so long to have her. He didn't know and didn't care the reason. The taste of her skin was nearly driving him insane, it wasn't her blood he desired to taste at that moment, but the sweet nectar that was building between her legs. Slowly he worked his way down her stomach until he reached the waistband of her jeans. He paused for a moment, giving her an opportunity to change her mind.

"Lance, please," she moaned, urging his head lower. Her body was vibrating from the tension. Demanding relief. Satisfaction.

He undid her jeans with lightening speed, pulling them along with the black lace panties down her hips and tossing them to the floor. He was almost certain he was going to explode from wanting her, as he looked down upon her shaven pussy.
Fuck
he loved the nice shaven ones.

He parted the lips of her pussy with his fingers and slid two fingers into her.
So wet.
So full of desire. For him. His fingers stroked inside her, causing her to writhe under him, begging him for more. Begging for release.

He slid to the floor. Sitting up on his knees he pulled her to him, placing her legs up over his shoulders. His cock was so hard that it actually pained him, but he wanted to, needed to, taste her juices. With his free hand, he exposed her chit, as his other hand continued to stroke her. He lowered his head and with his tongue teased her clit, sucking and nipping. She continued to buck under him demanding more.

Removing his fingers from inside of her, he used his tongue to please her, licking up every last drop of her juices.

"I need you in me!" she cried out on the verge of release.

"Patience," he responded ignoring her request. She would have him, every inch of him.

Soon. He wanted to feel the rush of her orgasm first, wanted to feel her explode in his mouth. Her hands grasped at his head, intertwining in his short blond hair. Despite pleading for his dick she continued to urge him on, holding tight to him. He sucked and licked, as his fingers played with her clit in a way she'd never before experienced.

"Oh my God, Lance!" she cried out as her legs tensed around his neck. The reward for his effort was a gush of sweet liquid. He lapped it up greedily, it tasted better than blood at that moment.

She relaxed with a sigh, but still panting heavily. He stood up and lay beside her pulling her into his embrace. She went to him, clinging to him, closing her eyes and simply basking in the moment. It had been so, so long since she'd felt so incredible, so cared for. It was then that her head cleared and she realized what had transpired between them.

What had she done?
She sat up and looked down at him. So handsome, so charismatic, he was like a magnet to her.
It's just a glamour,
she kept trying to reason with herself even though deep down she knew that wasn't the case. Horrified, she stood up and started gathering her clothing, urgently pulling on her pants, her tank top. She didn't even bother with her panties or bra.

Leave them, get away
! her inner voice shouted.

Confused he sat up.
Why was she so spooked all of a sudden?

"Gina?"

"I have to go!"

"What? Wait!" he leapt up off the bed and made a motion to grab her arm.

She jerked her arm away and said flatly. "I have to go. This isn't right. I have to go."

"But," he went to reach for her a second time. He wanted to pull her into his arms, let her know that it was going to be alright, but she was having none of it.

"I said I have to go," she glared at him, anger forming in her voice.

Confusion and something else she couldn't quite put her finger on was so evident on his face that she nearly stopped in her tracks. She almost changed her mind and stayed. If she didn't know better she would have thought he was hurt. It wasn't possible, he was a vampire. He didn't care for her. It was all a game to him, she was sure of that. Their whole experience together was a game and this was just another win for him. She was such a fool.

She needed to get away. Now!

He could have stopped her. Could have forced her to stay, but he didn't. He let her go.

Stopping her could make things worse. With a sigh he fell back onto the bed. Damn he was horny as hell and the taste of her pussy was still in his mouth, on his lips.

His front door opened and slammed shut. He could hear her running down his driveway. He was torn, every part of him screamed for him to run after her, stop her. to tell her how much he wanted her, how much he cared.

Boy did he need her body, that sweet, tight heat between her legs was almost his undoing. But, he also just needed her, smart mouth and defiant attitude and all.

He glanced over to his left and noticed that she was in such a hurry to leave that she forgot her bow and arrows. What type of man would he be if he didn't return those?
Yes,
it's the only the decent thing to do.
Getting up, he walked over to the weapons. He picked up the bow first. It was a stunning hand crafted piece made of wood and ivory. There were etchings in the ivory, symbols of some sort, hunters markings he imagined. He then picked up the arrows and flung them over his back.

Chapter 4

"Damn, damn, damn!" Gina cursed repeatedly as she slid behind the driver's side of the SUV. She had forgotten her bow. The arrows were no big deal but the bow had been passed down to her from her grandmother who also happened to be a hunter. She had killed a good number of vampires in her day. She was a legend among hunters and vampires alike. She imagined her grandmother would be beyond ashamed of her behaviour. She would disown Gina if she knew that not only she allowed a vampire to touch her in such intimate places, but even left her heirloom bow behind as she fled from him.

"Ugh." Gina groaned as she pounded her fists against the steering wheel in frustration.

She could still feel his lips on her, his hands caressing her, and she had loved it. Loved it and craved more. She would have to deal with getting her bow back another time. She needed to get her emotions under control before she came face to face with him again.

****

He had no problem finding her house. Each time she would hunt him she would be careful to ensure she covered her tracks. She'd use alternate routes each time going home.

Gina would go out of her way ensuring she shook him, but he was just a little too smart for that. He had been here hundreds of times.

Normally, he would simply watch her. He'd watch her as she slept, ate, even as she watched television, on the odd few instances that she did decide to sit back and relax. He supposed it was slightly obsessive, but that didn't concern him.

Lance broke the window to the back door, slipped his hand in through the broken pane and unlocked the door from the inside. He felt bad for a moment but then considering she broke out his basement window, he would call them even. Besides,
he
was doing
her
a favour by returning her favourite means to attempt to kill him. As he considered it, he really questioned his sanity in this decision. It was just as well, she'd just go get herself a new one anyhow so might as well be the good guy and give her, her prized bow back.

He chuckled. A good guy was one of the last things he would have considered himself to be. There was just something about this particular hunter that got his blood boiling, made his desire rise to extents he'd never felt before.

He entered the kitchen. It was simple and virtually empty. He continued to walk through the house. The other rooms resembled the kitchen, in the fact that they were virtually barren of anything personal. Only the essentials. He supposed that dedicating your life to tracking vampires required that you didn't really set up much of a residence.

Harder to move on the fly if you have lots of stuff to worry about. It saddened him somewhat to think she lived like this.

Though some humans enjoyed the nomadic lifestyle. He supposed she was one of them.

He wandered into her bedroom. As like every other room it was simplistic. On the bed was a simple comforter. A single framed photograph sat on her bedroom dresser. It was a picture of three people, an older woman perhaps in her late 50's, another woman appearing to be mid 20's and a little girl of perhaps 3 or 4. They were all standing in an open field. The sun bright at their backs. He recognized the older woman, she was a hunter. A good one, killed several of his friends, but that had been decades ago. He smiled, three generations of female hunters. That explained Gina's intense hate for his kind, it had been bred into her at a young age.

Turning back to the bed, he removed the arrows from his back and placed it on it, the bow he placed beside the arrows. He was tempted to stay and confront her. He decided on his way here that he wanted her, not just want her sexually, but wanted her in his life.

He'd be so lonely. He'd felt so hollow inside these past couple centuries. Meeting her, despite the fact that she had her mind set to kill him finally gave him something to live for. He found himself wanting to be a better man for her, or as good of a man as one could be taking into consideration the vampire factor.

Moving back through the house he slipped back out the back door just as he heard her Grand Cherokee pull up in the driveway. She was home. He leapt up into a tree outside her bedroom window, edging himself up tight against the tree's truck making him virtually impossible to see from the house. Due to the lack of light in the area even someone on the ground looking up into the tree would be hard pressed to see him hiding there.

He then sat and watched.

****

She was still angry with herself. How could she just leave that bow behind, of all the stupid things to do. Tonight would definitely go into her book titled bad days hall of fame. She would find a way to get it back from him. Just not tonight.

With a sigh, she opened her front door. Flipping the light on as she entered the living room she tossed her car keys in the little crystal candy dish she used as a key and change holder.

Halfway through the living room she felt an unmistakable breeze coming from the kitchen.
Strange. Did I leave a window up?
One thing that she always kept in mind as a hunter is to expect the unexpected.