Paranormal Erotica book 1 sneak peek!

Okay, so I decided I would post a teaser of one of my paranormal erotica’s. Now hold on and simmer down. No i am not posting sexually written content.. at least not yet, but if or when i do there will be a warning. lol My erotica’s aren’t likely like any you have read before, as the reviews on amazon will tell you. There is a real, and intense story behind the books, the erotica parts are just undertones for realistic purposes and fun. But enough of that, give the teaser a read and let me know what you think. All 3 books to this series are finished and published already (have a prequel i am working on but that won’t be done for sometime.)

 

Until Death Do Us Part

Book One

 

Conner sat in a dimly lit corner of the small, run-down hotel room, the old and faded, seventies floral-papered walls casting shadows across his rugged, unshaven features. He inhaled deeply from his cigarette and for a moment, the sensation of warm, flavoured smoke rolling down into his lungs was all he cared about – all else ceased to be for that briefest instant of time. He wished that moment could last forever, but it wouldn’t. He placed the cigarette in the grimy, glass ashtray on the cheap, scratched up pinewood table beside him and exhaled two streams of thick smoke from his nostrils.

The wooden chair made a creaking noise, as his weight shifted back and he pulled a worn photograph from his coat pocket. He stared down at it for a long time, lost in a better place. His fingers slowly ran over the creases and torn edges that had marred it. It was the last good picture he had left and he knew he should have it framed and keep it safe from the damage it would be forced to endure on his person, but he couldn’t – he needed it close to him.

He returned the picture and glanced over at the two naked women in bed – their slender, tanned bodies still sleek with the sweat of lovemaking. He chided himself with a shake of his head – no, he would not try and fool himself, what they had done had not been ‘lovemaking’ – it had been sex, plain and simple. An act of lustful desires with a hidden purpose on both sides, yet he would not deny the pleasure he had taken from it.

He closed his eyes, taking another drag off his cigarette as flashes of their eager, firm bodies against his ran rampant through his mind; their exploring hands caressing not only the hardness of his body but the voluptuous curves of each other’s, willing to discover all the pleasures that could be had. He could still feel their hungry mouths upon him; silken lips tasting every forbidden place and trying to find more.

Meaningless sex was about the only pleasure he knew now. The thought reminded him of a deep, grievous memory and the real reason he was here now in this room – waiting, because of a girl just like one of them.

Conner watched their slow breathing and knew it would be hours before either would wake. The drug he had added to their last drink would ensure that much. He couldn’t have them waking up before tonight’s exploit was done; he wanted no harm to come to them, if it could be avoided. This wasn’t their fault; they were only pawns in a sick and dark game.

He knew what they were and who they worked for, just as they had known exactly who he was. He was the reason they had been in that filthy dive bar to begin with. Girls of their caliber didn’t go to places like that, not without instruction. It was why they had come so easily to him, flashing him their seductive smiles, with batting eyelashes and playful touches that promised of sinful delights. They had thought they had baited him but it was really he who had beguiled them into this room.

He pulled the Colt .45 from the holster at his side and popped the chamber open, pulling out one of his hand-crafted bullets. He ran a rough finger over the smooth surface of the soft hawthorn tip. He used hawthorn because it was pliable and upon impact, it broke apart.  That allowed a potent herb, Vervain, to be released into the blood stream. A shot to the heart was fatal; anywhere else just wounded and slowed the vile creatures he hunted.

A shot to the head would bring them down and incapacitate them for an hour or more, but unless the heart was destroyed or body burned to ash, there was no stopping them.

But there was one element that gave Conner an edge – the sun was fatal to these ‘creatures of the night’. It was something he exploited as often as he could, but when he needed them to come to him; he had to play during their hours.

He slid the bullet back into the chamber and flicked it closed and reached for his cigarette again, the gun resting ready on his lap. How long will I have to wait, he wondered as he took a long, slow drag.  There was a noise in the hall outside his room, the subtle creak of a board.  Not much longer.

They were never patient, despite their immortal existence, and neither was he.

His eyes lingered back to the stunning display of exposed flesh on the old hotel bed. He had seen the scars, and the scarlet rims around their eyes – they were damphyrs, used for daylight tasks and to feed upon, when other prey was in short supply. Bonded and dutiful to whoever had compelled them. The thought made him sick to his stomach, his grip on the revolver tightening. He could save them tonight… he would save them from the nightmare.

The sound of footsteps outside in the hallway was dulled only slightly by the paper-thin walls of the hotel and drew his attention from the girls, back to the door and its tarnished Victorian style handle and hinges. He threaded a silencer onto the well-oiled barrel of his gun and pointed it at the door, his heart pounding faster as anticipation grew.

The footsteps stopped and a dark shadow loomed in the small space between the door and the worn carpet. In a loud cacophony, the door burst in, splintering off the wooden frame like it was paper and crashing to the floor.

“You’re a dead man Conner!” A deep voice bellowed and a bulky, dark-skinned man with long, braided black hair stepped into the room. His eyes seethed with an unnatural glow and the muscles in his face twitched in rage as two long fangs protruded from his upper jaw.

The man stopped and looked down at the two girls, passed out on the bed. “Useless bitches, where is he?” He hissed.

“Right here, ugly.” Conner pulled the trigger and the bullet slammed into the big man’s chest, just missing his heart by a finger’s width.

The large vampire stumbled back, growling like a feral beast; the wound hissed and blistered as the Vervain burned him from within. The dark-skinned man glared at him with pained hatred. “You’re going to pay for that, human!”

Conner shot twice more; the bullets tore into his chest before the vampire had a chance to use its unpredictable speed and strength against him. The creature crashed into the back wall and slumped to the floor, its face twisting in violent agony as the bullets worked through him.

Conner stood over the thrashing vampire. “Who sent you?”

“Fuck you!” He hissed bitterly, clawing at the three bullet holes, trying to tear out the segmented pieces and powdered herb as it seared his insides.

“Tell me who sent you and where they are hiding and I will end your miserable suffering.”

“I’m not telling you shit, Conner!” He grimaced as he plucked a wooden chip out.

“You’ll tear your whole chest cavity out before you get them all and then I’ll just put three more back in you. So, how about you do yourself a favour and tell me what I want to know?”

“You might as well just kill me, because I’ll tell you nothing.”

Conner smiled coldly. “I think you will.” He fired twice more; the bullets blew through the vampire’s knees and the side of his revolver smashed against its jaw, silencing the howls of anguish that erupted. “Let’s try this again. Who sent you?”

The vampire’s eyes burned with a deep, bitter resentment. “You already fucking know who! Why else would you be here?”

The words hit him harder than he cared to admit, even though he had suspected them as much. “Where is she?”

The man smiled up at him weakly. “I can hear your heart pounding – you scared Conner?” he chuckled callously. “You should be, but don’t you worry; she’ll find you when she is ready too.”

Conner fired the last bullet into the vampire’s heart and watched its eyes nearly bulge from his head, before they closed forever.

Standing back, he watched dutifully as the body quickly began to shrivel and flake away into chips and dust, until nothing was left but a pile of broken, black ash.

He moved over to the bed and rolled both girls onto their backs. He lifted the redhead’s eyelids and was glad to see the thin scarlet rim that surrounded the pupil was fading. He lifted the blondes and cursed – the rim remained, meaning the vampire he had just killed hadn’t been the one to compel her.

He quickly replaced the bullets in his revolver – in case he needed them – fearing the other vampire would come to join him at any moment. He had learned the hard way once before that not staying prepared was dangerous and it had almost cost him his life. He pocketed the empty casings and would refill them later.

Conner looked down at the girls. He couldn’t leave them here – one would go back to her master and, if they didn’t kill her for failing, she would just be back out, doing their bidding. The other would be scared and confused when she woke and likely get herself locked up in a mental hospital if she tried to tell anyone, perhaps worse, depending on if the cops knew her sire. Neither deserved such a fate.

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