The Hunters - Eli And Sarel Part 6

The sweet scent of her arousal perfumed the air. Eli felt his c.o.c.k harden even more as she arched up and screamed in climax moments later. "Gimme," he demanded, nudging Declan aside. He shrugged and grinned, rolling to his back, his mouth and chin gleaming with her cream.

Eli spread her folds apart with two fingers and drew his tongue up her wet slit in one long, slow stroke, gathering her cream and swallowing it with a greedy groan before thrusting his tongue inside her wet pa.s.sage. Declan was moving around beside him and Eli rolled his eyes upward and watched as Declan took his place at Tori's b.r.e.a.s.t.s, kissing and nipping at the plump mounds, biting the peaked nipples, before moving up to eat greedily at her mouth.

Tori screamed against Declan's mouth when Eli wetted a finger in her cream and pressed it against her a.n.u.s, thrusting against the resistance there and sliding past it, before taking up a fast, hard rhythm that had her rocking against him. He held her hips still with his free hand, and growled a warning against her swollen flesh before he caught her c.l.i.t between his teeth and gave a gentle tug.

Eli drank down the cream that flowed from her as she came, shuddering in rapture. Her sweet, sweet taste....it drove him mad. He pulled away and tugged her up, holding her body against him, stroking her quivering back as Declan moved up behind her, his face tight and hungry, his beautiful green eyes glowing and swirling and s.h.i.+fting with shades of green.

Tori groaned as Declan started to prepare her, rubbing her hole with the lubricant as Eli lowered his head to catch one hard, peaked nipple in his mouth. The thick, flared head of Declan's c.o.c.k nudged her a.n.u.s as Eli bit down on her nipple, bringing a gasp to Tori's throat.

Her head fell back against Declan's shoulder and he angled his head around to take her mouth roughly, driving his tongue in past her teeth and the emerging fangs to tangle with her tongue as he gripped her hips with hard, steely hands and drove his c.o.c.k completely inside her a.s.s.

Eli started to work his c.o.c.k inside her narrowed pa.s.sage, groaning as her swollen tissues resisted him.

She was crying and gasping and mewling against him by the time he was all the way inside her, her wet, tight walls gripping him so snugly that Eli thought he would come if she so much as breathed.

Declan pulled out and pushed back in. Eli echoed his movement, the sensation sending delirious pleasure racing through his body. Tori screamed and squirmed helplessly. "Please," she gasped, her head thras.h.i.+ng back and forth.

"Please what?" Declan growled against her ear, digging his c.o.c.k inside her with short hard thrusts, shuddering as he felt Eli doing the same through the thin membrane that separated them.

"Please," she repeated helplessly, reaching behind her and twining her fingers in his hair, holding him tightly against her.

"Please what?" Eli asked, echoing Declan as he lowered his mouth her long, pretty neck. The blood vessel there throbbed enticingly and he licked the fragile skin covering it. Her free hand came up to press against his nape, urging him closer.

On a shaking breath, she said to Eli, "Feed. And f.u.c.k me, hard. Both of you."

Tori's scream echoed off the walls as they pressed her tightly between them and drove ruthlessly into her body-Eli into her slick, swollen v.a.g.i.n.a, Declan driving between the tender cheeks of her a.s.s into the narrow little hole that held him so tight and snug.

Eli's fangs slid down and he struck, breaking the skin and the membrane of the artery, her sweet, intoxicating blood flooding into his mouth as he drove his c.o.c.k inside her, feeling her walls gripping tightly as she moved closer to climax. It broke over her hard and fast and when she convulsed around him he lost control and spilled his s.e.m.e.n inside her wet, waiting depths, his c.o.c.k pulsing and throbbing as he pumped into her, letting her drain him completely. Behind her, Declan growled, low and harshly, as he drove deep and held still, locked tightly inside her as his climax rolled through him.

Moments later, Eli asked roughly, "Is this like a get well soon card?" Sarel's breath came raggedly. Her face was hot. With disgust and horror, she insisted.

They were f.u.c.king. All three of them.

Kelsey and the others were moving around as though this were nothing, as though it was no big deal.

But the three of them were in the room over their heads, f.u.c.king and moaning-the b.i.t.c.h screaming, the men moaning raggedly.

It's not that the people in the room with her where undisturbed. h.e.l.l, they were hot. The woman sitting next to her was squirming in her seat, her nipples pressed against her silk s.h.i.+rt, her eyes glazed and blind. Finally, she got up and left the room, and shortly one of the men followed her.

Sarel left as well when her sharp hearing caught the words, "Feed. And f.u.c.k me." She stomped out onto the porch into the cool night air, hoping it would cool her hot face and bring reason to her suddenly clouded mind. She knew what l.u.s.t looked like. And for a few brief moments, while Eli had fed from her, she had known what it felt like.

But that had been only his vampire powers, him seducing her with his own form of magic. She knew that vampires needed emotions almost as much as blood-and the emotions from good hard s.e.x were second to none. Not that she would have given it.

Of course, it rather stung that he hadn't even tried to take it. Not that she would have ever admitted that.

The door opened and she didn't need to look to know it was the other witch. "I wouldn't judge them, if I were you, Sarel."

"She's f.u.c.king two men. Crawford's f.u.c.king another man's wife. The man is letting it happen. What's to judge?" she sneered.

"Exactly," Kelsey replied sharply. "They are all consenting. And all three care. But, more so, this is something they need, and it is something that doesn't concern you. If you hadn't let your hatred and your guilt cloud your vision you wouldn't be here, and you wouldn't have heard any of that. So if it bothers you, it's on your own head."

"When can I leave?"

"When Eli is ready to let you," Kelsey answered. "Why don't you run upstairs and ask him?"

And see him? Hot and sweaty and wrapped around that slim, lovely brunette that he watched with adoring eyes?

Not.

If anybody had dared to suggest to Sarel that she was jealous she would have leveled them with a bolt, and be d.a.m.ned the consequences.

"Does she really have to have both of them?" Sarel asked reluctantly, her eyes drawn upstairs. "No," Kelsey replied with a small smile. "She doesn't have to have anybody beyond Declan. But Eli, from to time, needs her. He is lonely. She knows that. They...

forged a bond, unwittingly, trying to save her life a few years ago. They did save her, but it bound the three of them very close together. Tori and Declan could easily carry on without Eli-after all, they have each other, but he would suffer. And why should he? He saved her."

Lonely, my a.s.s, Sarel thought bitterly. In all the months she had spent watching Elijah Crawford, the beautiful man was never alone. Never without companions.h.i.+p.

Never without a woman unless he wanted it that way.

Kelsey sighed, shaking her head. "You can be in a room full of people, Sarel, and still be alone. I'm surprised an intelligent woman like you hasn't figured that out yet,"

she said, then she walked back inside.

Eli stared across the room at the woman who had tried to kill him.

Kelsey had told him why.

He had to admire the girl's courage.

Witch or no, she was just a girl. Untrained, she was alone, and all of twenty four. You had to admire somebody who would go after a vampire armed with nothing but psychic talent, magic and wits.

And she had d.a.m.ned near killed him.

If it hadn't been for the bond he shared with Tori and Declan he would have died. They had known what had happened and gotten there within hours. Tori's rather miraculous blood had bought him needed hours while they waited for Kelsey, and Declan had taken this willful little b.i.t.c.h down and brought her to him.

Kelsey.

Still a little spitfire, he thought with a fond smile. She had been that way when he had pulled her out of h.e.l.l forty years ago, kicking and clawing, certain he would try to hurt her as well. After all, everybody else in her young life had.

He never would have imagined the waifish little eight year old he had taken from the slums in New York City would grow to be such a fine young woman, never imagined she would turn out to be a witch, or serve on the Council. And a d.a.m.n fine witch, a powerful one, not even reaching her peak yet.

"Well, are you just going to stare at me all night?" she finally snapped, her bravado starting to shatter.

He shrugged negligently, his long elegant hands steepled together in front of his narrow, fox-like face.

His golden eyes glittered in the fire light and he said, "It is no hards.h.i.+p. You are rather easy on the eyes, even if you did try to kill me."

She flushed a faint, lovely shade of pink from the low neckline of her scoop-necked black tee all the way to her hair line. Eli wondered absently just how far down that flush would spread. Grinning-a quick flash of sharp white teeth in his narrow face-he laughed silently at her. "You are not the first to try to kill me you know, Sarel. But you are definitely the first to blush over it,"

he mocked her lightly.

"Am I supposed to say I'm sorry?" she hissed through gritted teeth. "I thought you killed my baby sister. I now know you didn't. I was wrong. I am sorry."

Eli smiled lazily. "I know."

"Then what am I doing here?"

Eli shrugged again with that slow, lackadaisical motion that he knew was making her grit her teeth in frustration. d.a.m.n it, but she was adorable. And s.e.xy.

And hot. She was making him burn. Her hair was an unusual deep shade of reddish gold, thick and straight, falling nearly to her tight round little a.s.s. She had wide, strong shoulders, large firm b.r.e.a.s.t.s, a flat belly, and long, muscled legs he wanted to feel wrapped around his waist.

Conceding to himself that he wanted to see her naked, wanted to see those big, full t.i.ts, taste her nipples and her blood and her s.e.x, he wanted to see if her pa.s.sions burned as hot when she was aroused as they did when she angry.

She had just tried to kill him-not even two weeks ago- and now he was nearly ready to die just to f.u.c.k her.

And he imagined if he told her that, she would find another way to try to kill him.

"You need to be trained," he finally said, drawing one leg up in the chair, casually, hiding the arousal just looking at her brought on. She was nervous enough and the last thing he needed was a nervous witch.

Especially since he had made Kelsey release the bonds she had been keeping on Sarel's magic. "You've enough raw power to level this house, and that's dangerous."

"I don't need training."

Eli smiled, his head falling back to rest on the cus.h.i.+ons.

Through the veil of his lowered lashes, he studied her.

"I figured you would say that," he mused. A cool, calculating smile settled on his lips and chilled his eyes.

"Tell me, don't you think you owe me more than an apology for nearly killing me? For saving the life of your sister? And not just saving her, but caring for her these last five years? I did not just take her and leave her in the hands of a foster home, or an orphanage.

She's in the finest of schools, being loved and cared for.

Do you owe me for that?"

Guilt, the best of motivators. Eli laughed silently as her eyes flashed, and her mouth fell open in shock, then snapped closed. "I, uh, well. f.u.c.k."

Eli purred, "Darling, I'd love to, but that is not what I had planned."

Blus.h.i.+ng furiously, she whirled on her heel and stomped to the window. "What do you want from me?"

she whispered.

"The next five years of your life. After that your debt to me is satisfied. You'll go to the school and learn to control your magic, which will take the entire five years. Then you are free."

"Five years?" she repeated, incredulous. Sarel wanted to Lori, find her, hold her close, rea.s.sure herself she was safe, but-she owed him. For nearly taking his life, and more. "Five f.u.c.king years."

"You will not be spending the five years f.u.c.king," Eli a.s.sured her, just to see that lovely blush again. He wasn't disappointed.

The flush spread upward and those proud, lovely shoulders slumped. "All right."

d.a.m.n it, she was adorable, though she'd hate to hear that, he was certain. There was something about her that drew him. It was almos t like she had a call of her own. Staring at the dejected slump of her shoulders, he took pity.

Eli had spent more than three centuries on this earth and he had never been a stupid man. He was well aware of what she had been planning to do, whom she had been planning to seek out. "Get packed. You'll be leaving with Kelsey. She'll be one of your teachers most likely. She leaves in an hour."

"And don't look so glum." Just before the door slammed, he added, "Your sister Lori lives at the school. She's a student as well."

He s.h.i.+fted to an insubstantial mist a second later and laughed at the look of incredulity on her face.

Chapter Five.

Sarel strolled out of Excelsior in December, feeling the freedom, the incredible release. It wasn't just knowing she had fulfilled her obligation to Elijah Crawford, though.

Until she had come to the school she had not realized how much of a burden her untrained magic was.

a.s.suming her wild magic was what all witches dealt with-that uncontrolled energy that ran through her like a wildfire-she had thought she must constantly battle it, lest it consume her.

After less than six months at Excelsior she had realized how wrong she had been. Trained magic was like breathing. It was natural, it was easy, it was controlled.

No longer did she sleep in stops and starts, afraid that the magic would pour from her and damage something, but soundly and sweetly. Often she dreamt of the golden, beautiful vampire who had sent her here.

Her cleft went wet at just the thought of him. Sarel wanted him. h.e.l.l, she had wanted him even when she had wanted to kill him.

The vampire had shown no sign of ever wanting her though.

No way would she go chasing after a vampire like b.i.t.c.h in heat, being certain he dealt with that far too much.

Never would she become like every other woman he had dealt with, even if she was dying to spend one night under him letting him f.u.c.k her within an inch of her life.

Blowing a lock of her burnished red hair out of her eyes, feeling the sun on her face as she jogged down the steps away from Excelsior, she at last felt free from the long halls, the endless training sessions and the boring meditation. Of course, if it for wasn't the meditation, she never would have learned the control that had finally given her the most blissful peace.

Though glad to be free of Excelsior, she would come back from time to time. For a visit. Not to teach, h.e.l.l no, and definitely not as a student.

With a laugh, she headed for the path that would lead her away from the school for the very last time.

The trail was a long, winding one, leading from the sprawling stone construction down the hill nearly a half mile to the dorms and parking lot. No cars allowed directly on campus-magic tended to have an effect on technology, especially unmastered magic. All rooms were lit by gas lamps and candles for that same reason.

Sarel was less than a third of the way when she smelled it on the trail. Her senses had always been very acute, but the training had refined them. l.u.s.t. After being around so many hormonal youths she recognized the scent easily now. But she was puzzled, because she smelled vampire as well as a s.h.i.+fter and the sun was blazing high overhead. She rounded the corner and saw a blond man holding a woman against a tree, her legs locked around his waist, heels hooked together just above his a.s.s as he kissed his way down her slim, pale neck. That s.h.a.ggy blond head didn't look familiar, but it was rather fine a.s.s she was staring at.

But the brunette who was moaning-she knew who that was. Tori Reilly, bonded and married to Declan Reilly, who Sarel a.s.sumed was the blond. But Tori was a vampire. Her impossibly blue eyes opened and she stared directly at Sarel, eyes fogged by l.u.s.t, but aware enough. "Darling, we have company," she murmured.

"I know." The words were hardly more than a growl.