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Dhampir Hunter - Chapter Eight
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The man lay naked on the bed, his eyes fixed on his female companion, the level of his arousal clearly evident as he watched her movements.
Slowly the woman shed her clothing, revealing the pale and unblemished skin beneath it. A carnal smile crossed her blood red lips. Seductively she approached the man, lowering herself onto the bed and moving to straddle him. She kept her crimson eyes locked on his as she lowered herself on him, slowly taking him in. She watched as he closed his eyes and leaned his head back in pleasure. She watched as he moved his hands to her hips to speed the rhythm. She watched…and waited for that one moment, that one feeling.
Her own pleasure was growing, warmth building within her. She forced herself to relax, stepping back from the precipice of sensation that seemed so seductive to her.
And then she saw it…felt it…Now!
She moved with a speed that betrayed her nonhuman bloodline. She opened her mouth and bit the man’s neck, drinking greedily of the warm blood that pooled around her razor sharp fangs. She didn’t pull back until the man was drained, physically and sexually. When she did finally release him, she climbed off, letting the blood run down from her lips. She glanced down to watch the blood trickle down her naked form.
“Are you finished yet?”
Rhea turned, using a bloodied hand to tuck a strand of her long, silvery-black hair back away from her face. “Well he certainly is,” she replied, offering him a bloody grin. “I’m sorry I didn’t share with you, dear brother.”
“I don’t care for men,” he replied, raising a brow.
“But you care for me, don’t you?” she asked, in a sultry and suggestive voice. She strode over to him, leaning her naked body against his fully clothed one. “I’m always ready to be cared for.” She smiled.
“Not right now,” he replied, sounding uninterested. He pushed her away and went to the opposite side of the bed, retrieving her robe for her. “Cover yourself,” he snapped and tossed the robe to her.
Indignant she caught the rich cloth and donned it, still glaring at him. “Do not speak to me with such disrespect, Talus. I’ve walked this earth for thirty years longer than you.” She kept her voice even but barely veiled contempt hung swollen in her words. “Don’t think to cast me aside like your human sluts.”
He watched her for a moment with an unblinking gaze. “I would never think to try such a discard. I just find it somewhat perplexing that you so easily lose track of our goal.”
“Your goal, perhaps.” She wiped her hands and mouth of blood before reaching for her brush and running it languidly through her hair. “I have no interest in this hunter, this dhampir, except maybe sexually.”
“Our bloodline grows thin and weak,” he spat, never taking his eyes off of her. “Within this dhampir is believed to flow the blood of the great Dracula himself. That alone would be enough to sustain us for centuries.”
Rhea laughed whole-heartedly. “That’s the stuff of legends. A bedtime story told to new daughters to put fear into their black hearts. You do not even know the name of this legendary dhampir.” She finished brushing her hair and turned once again to face her brother. “After all this time of searching, I do not think this great vampire hunter of yours even exists.”
Talus’ jaw clenched, his eyes flashing with anger. “Silence, Rhea. What would you know of it? You spend all your time draining human men in any and everyway you can. You know of nothing but your own lascivious activities.”
Rhea tilted her head to the side, still smiling. “Jealous?” She strode towards him, her eyes playful. “I know many things, dear brother. I know that you want me. I know that those peasant women you are so fond of do little to satisfy your thirst. And most of all, I know that you aren’t confident in your own plan. Otherwise you wouldn’t get quite so angry when I question your plans.”
He was silent for a moment then turned and went to the door. “Clean up this mess,” he said simply. He left, slamming the door behind as he did so.
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