Her Billionaire, Her Wolf(83)
The vampire knew, though, there was no chagrin in this signal amongst his hunters. They simply called to one another so that their formation would hold while they could not see each other, running as they did down city streets separately yet together as a single beast made of four.
Their hearts beat strongly in his ears.
Boom, boom...boom.
He raced down alleyway after alleyway, zigzagging as he went, sometimes doubling back before hearing the sound of his pursuers approach only to turn to race forward once again.
Occasionally a domestic dog would answer their cries, only to stifle itself once the wolves and, by consequence, their scent drew near. They, too, knew that the wild beasts would make short work of them and that it was better to lie still and shivering in silence in the hopes that they would pass by.
If only I should be so lucky, the blood drinker thought.
He slipped round a corner to turn sharply to the left. As he did, he caught the odor of something smoldering. Something long dead and close to breaking into flame.
Slowing just enough to avoid having his own feet skid out from under him, the vampire realized he was mere seconds away from having his hair take to veritable flame before the rest of him burst into a bonfire.
A garbage can placed on top of another teetered as he burst by. With his preternatural vision, he glanced back over his shoulder in time to see it tip to one side then rock back.
He waited to hear the metal clamor if it fell, but silence was the response as it stilled.
With a supreme effort, he drew up short to listen for the approach of the hunters. He had no choice. Relent or burn.
If only I had more time.
The bargaining had only just begun. But he had been greedy and exasperated by his fellows own slow interest in what he knew, so he had turned to their foes and leaked just enough to pique their interest.
It had been a risky move. Too risky, as it turned out.
The blunt beasts cared nothing for subtlety nor for the politic of fair exchange. Instead, fangs had gleamed on both sides before he took flight.
If they caught him, it would mean his doom. But not before they would wring everything he knew out of him.
Names. Cellphone numbers. Addresses.
A treasure not to be squandered, yet the thing that called itself the Journeyman had not even deigned to give him audience.
Pompous, vainglorious fool.
Smoke wafted up along his shirt collar and wisps sifted out from around his sleeves' cufflinks. But he felt the heat fueled by the young woman and child's blood within him die back just a little. It had dimmed as he had stopped to consider his situation.
The threat of immolation had abated and it was just enough to allow him to run again.
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Flair held her hips in his hands while the wolf in him forced its way forward and he buried himself deeply there in the place she proffered to him like a bitch in heat.
The scent of her desire left him no choice as he thrust deep inside her and felt the small muscles of her twitching around him.
The thought that her body did its best to clasp him to her while her hands were flat on the ground only heightened his ardor and his rhythm.
The music pounded in the background while he pounded into the woman whose greatest desire was fulfilled in that very moment.
He felt her clench around him. Then her back arched up while he felt grey fur rise in velvet over his torso. His breath came hot and heavy and his tongue grew long as he pounded into her.
Her orgasm stiffened her entire body. He felt it roll through her as he held her with hands that wavered dangerously between human and beast.
Inside her, he felt himself grow longer and slick. Inside her, he knew he had become pink and slick as she shuddered around his cock.
Flair growled. Then he roared as he fought back the animal that edgily paced the shadows between man and beast.
Boom, boom...boom.
He hammered into the woman who hunted wolves and gave her all that she wanted as his own back arched in hard and his cock drew up and up before he hunched over and pulled the woman's hips back, slamming her tightly against his abdomen.
He shuddered, then growled again, deep and low, as he jerked in the throes of an orgasm.
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The vampire shuddered as he skidded to a halt once more.
The beasts were near enough he could hear them panting. He could hear the hammer strike sounds of their great hearts pounding as they came to course's end.
The blood heat within him had spent itself and he had time to think that he would have liked to hear his own heart beat like that just once more before his end.
Their claws clicked upon the macadam as they came and he shuddered again. Nothing would dissuade them. Nothing would give them cause for mercy.
His time was up.
Wide paws fell in syncopated rhythms of four multiplied four ways around him and as he drew himself back against a filthy brick wall, he readied himself for the last struggle he would ever know.