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Hunters: Interlude
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Hunters: Jonathan & Lori
Hunters: Byron & Kit
Book Three
Melissa sat
staring at Kit with heart broken eyes.
Kit hated her.
Not for any particular reason.
Melissa was nice, pretty, she had a sweet heart, she was
sharp, and she had been through a rough time, otherwise she
wouldn’t be here.
A
Hunter’s home tended to be a fortress on the outside, but
the inside was a veritable enclave of wounded souls, where
the Hunter brought people he wasn’t
sure what else to do with.
Enclave….that was what
they were, an enclave. Made up of
the warriors who surrounded the outside and protected the
vampire during the day while he slept, and those who acted
as food and sex partners while he was awake.
Byron
had brought Melissa here three years ago. For a year, she
hadn’t been able to even look at
another person without fear in her eyes.
She’d had moved past that. And
in the second year, she had learned that she could take care
of herself. And in the third,
Byron had taken her into his bed.
That was why Kit
hated her.
And Byron,
being the bastard he was, had even made sure Kit saw it. She
had walked into, thinking he had business to discuss and
instead she had been audience to a blow
job. Granted, somebody had told her the wrong fucking
time. He had wanted to talk to her in a couple of hours, but
for crying out loud.
Well, it really wasn’t his fault.
She could still remember it, how
Melissa had sucked on Byron’s cock, and how much Kit wanted
to be the one doing it. Byron had opened his eyes, he
had known she was there and glared at her. “Do you mind,
Kit?”
“Not at all, Byron.
I like to watch,” she had drawled. Well, she
hadn’t ever really watched
anything before, but she hadn’t really been able to leave.
His fangs flashed and she suspected part of him wanted
to tell her to get the fuck out.
But another part was aroused. He
had gripped Melissa head’s tightly and started to rock his
hips faster, forcing his cock harder and harder into her
mouth until he came. Kit’s sharp sense of smell caught it on
the air and she stared at him, so hot she burned.
He’d made his human pass out.
“That’s the bad thing about humans, Byron. They just can’t
handle as much,” Kit said.
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Hunters: Jonathan & Lori
© Shiloh Walker
Book Four
Jonathan wasn’t having a very good
day.
His back was aching, his head ached, he was hungrier
than hell, hornier than he had ever been, blood was
seeping from a ragged gash in his side, there was a full
moon coming, and he was itching to go run.
And Lori was staring up at him with those wide sea-green
eyes and her hair was spilling down around her shoulders
as she tended the deep gash in his side that he’d
received while out on patrol.
As she deftly probed the injury with gentle hands, she
said, “This isn’t healing like it ought to. What made
it?”
Shortly, he answered, “Something sharp.”
Clucking her tongue, she placed her hand over it and he
winced as burning, healing heat leapt from her body and
into his. “No need to get nasty. What made it?”
“Silver.”
Her full mouth firmed into a thin, narrow line and her
eyes went flat. “Have you told Eli?”
“Not yet.” He clenched his teeth as the heat intensified
and spread upward from his side, and down, chasing the
myriad aches and pains, seeking and finding them,
soothing them away.
All but one…
His cock ached, his body hungered for hers. Sweet, sweet
Lori, with her wide green eyes and that fall of red
curls…too soft and sweet for him.
“You need to let him know.”
Her soft, throaty voice broke into his reverie and he
glanced down into her eyes. “I will. When he gets back
from Paris with Sarel. They haven’t taken any time alone
together in years. They need this.”
“I can—”
“No. I know you can speak to both of them and I don’t
need you to. Eli is my master and if I needed him, he
would know, whether I wished it or not.” He narrowed his
eyes at the young witch staring up at him and said
warningly, “He left me in charge, Lori. Contacting him
is defying me. Defying me is defying him.”
With a muffled “Hurrumph,” she turned on her heel and
stalked away to dispose of the rags she had used to
clean his wounds. “He needs to know it’s happening
again.”
“Damn, girl, do you think he doesn’t? This is his
territory. It happened here. He knew the moment it
happened.” Jonathan stood slowly, stretching his arms
overhead, feeling the pull of newly healing skin and
passing aches. Sliding Lori’s rounded backside a look as
she bent over her cabinet and tidied up, he muffled a
groan.
“Eli knows everything that happens on his land. He is
connected to it, in ways we will never understand.”
Jonathan felt blood start to pound slowly through his
veins, in slow hot waves. A growl was building in his
chest and he ached…
An itching was settling along his spine, in his palms,
as the beast inside him tried to rouse in response to
his hunger, but he pushed it down inside.
“Jonathan?”
He lifted his head and met her eyes, staring at her in
silence. Her scent—soft and sweet—vanilla, lavender, and
woman. Damn it.
He wanted her. He had for the past seven years, since
she had first come to Eli’s enclave. In the depths of
her sea-green eyes, he could see his reflection as he
stared hungrily at her. The pulse in her neck leapt to
life as she looked up at him and licked her lips, the
room filling with the scent of her body growing ripe
with arousal.
She was far too aware of him, Jonathan knew that. And he
wanted her far too much for his own good.
He always had, always would.
He adored the fiery little hellcat, that sweet little
minx.
And she was too damned innocent for the likes of him and
his damned black soul.
Without saying a word, he turned on his heel and left.
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