Page 6 of Immortal Hunter
Focus on your heartbeat. You are a human. A Hunter. You will always be weaker than them physically, but you can be much stronger, mentally.
Ewan tried. His heart was hammering against his chest. Not hard to focus on that. But his dick was throbbing harder. He wanted Kára. Needed her like he needed oxygen.
Under his breath, he muttered, “Andrew Gordon. Defender. Gerard Fletcher. Captain of the World Cup team. Steven Hanley. Midfielder. More penalties than any other last season.”
With a light laugh, Kára pressed to his back and then slid her hand around to cup his hard length. “You can try to distract yourself all you want, but your body has other ideas. Invite me in, Ewan.”
“Yer glamorin’ me, lass,” he managed as he fumbled for the lock on his door.
The vampire, Kára, ran her lips over his ear. Her teeth scraped his neck—no fangs…yet—and suddenly he didn’t care if she was glamouring him or not. His dick wasn’t going to let him ignore it much longer. If he didn’t get her naked soon, he feared he’d come in his pants.
“Well, come in, then,” he said, though deep down, he feared he’d regret this in the morning. If he even lived until morning.
“This is…nice,” she said. “For a closet.”
Ewan was about to retort when she streaked towards him, pressed him against the wall, and pinned his arms above his head.
“I do not know why, but I believe you, Ewan, the former Hunter. You do not wish to harm anyone.” Feathering her lips from his mouth to his ear, she whispered, “And I will not harm you. I swear it.”
“Fuck, lass…ya’ feel…amazing.” He didn’t care that he was currently trapped in a vampire’s hold. All he wanted was Kára. “But yer wearin’ too many clothes for me to…ah…do me thing.”
Kára kissed him again, effectively rendering him unable to speak. He couldn’t move, couldn’t think. One of her hands snaked down his shirt, flicking the buttons open until she exposed his chest. “Forpulte, Ewan. You are perfect.”
And then his arms were free, and he grabbed her coat, stripping it from her shoulders and tossing it across the room. They moved almost as one, stumbling towards the bed as each fumbled for the other’s pants. But Kára’s were too tight, almost like a second skin, and Ewan was down to his boxers before he’d even managed to slide his fingers beneath her waistband.
The slight fog to his mind cleared, and for a moment, Ewan wondered if he should revoke her invitation, try to escape. But then she stripped off her shirt, and the sight of her perfect, small breasts encased in a black bra had his dick taking over, and he no longer cared that she was a vampire with the power to drain him dry.
Kára yanked down her black leather pants, and Ewan raked his gaze over her half-naked body. Scars covered her skin, most small, silvery, old. But when he ran his hands over her back, he found the real devastation. These were deep. Thick. And spanned from her shoulders to her arse. “Fuck, Kára…what—?”
“Do not ask me that.” She pushed him down onto the bed, then straddled him, meeting his gaze with eyes that had once been dark blue, but now…were decidedly crimson. “We are going to fuck, Ewan. And then I will feed from you—but not kill you. After that, you will leave town. Do you understand?”
The compulsion to pack up his things and flee hit him square in the chest, and Ewan nodded. He’d leave. Go somewhere new. Start over. Again. But not before he buried his dick in a beautiful, willing vampire. “Aye, lass.”
* * *
Kára
The Hunter was perfectly muscled, with a tattoo stretching across his chest—some Scottish design, she thought. Perhaps a family crest. His sculpted cheekbones and strong jaw were covered with a very light dusting of stubble, and his blue eyes were so honest and open, she couldn’t understand how he’d ever been a Hunter.
Against her lower belly, his cock jutted firmly, and Kára reached down to palm his length. With a groan, Ewan slid his hand up her neck and tangled his fingers in her hair. It had been so long since she’d let herselffeel…anything…that she was unprepared for the strength of the emotions coursing through her.
His other hand loosed her bra, and Kára tossed it next to her coat. With a single tug, she ripped his boxers from his hips. He was magnificent. His cock was thick and long, and a drop of precum coated the tip. Running her thumb over the crown, she played with his slit, and Ewan groaned.
“I willna’ last, Kára.”
She loved how he said her name.
“We have all night.” Wriggling down his body, she took him in her mouth, and his taste drove her closer to her own release, even though he’d barely touched her. That strange sensation returned to her chest—almost a tapping—but she ignored it so she could run her tongue over the thick vein along the underside of his cock.
Ewan grabbed fistfuls of her hair and held her in place as his hips pistoned. “I’m gonna come…”
Hollowing out her cheeks, she purred low in her throat, and the vibrations sent Ewan over the edge. Kára drank him down, wondering why she’d put her physical needs on hold for so very long. Ewan panted as he came down from his climax, taking her by the arms and pulling her closer.
I never…” he managed.
“What? Let a woman see to your needs first?” Kára’s fangs descended, and she ached to feed from him, but it would be so much better if she were in the throes of her own release when she did so. “Clearly, you have never been with a shield maiden.”
“No. I dinnae ken the shield maidens still existed.” With a final shudder, Ewan sighed, and as Kára met his gaze, she realized her glamour had worn off. He’d let her go down on him because…he’dwantedher to.
