Five-Marley

I should not have let him touch me.

Vampires were territorial. Everything revolved around scent, and I knew I would have Rhayden’s scent on me. Which was why I was standing in the shower, the water as hot as my skin could handle. 

I had already scrubbed it from top to toe with my favorite soap, hoping it would be enough.

Not for the first time, my mind wandered to how I had found myself the center of a vampire’s attention. A chance encounter with a bloodsucker had put me squarely in the crosshairs of Absinthe Raynes and he’d offered me the job of being his bounty hunter.

While they were deadly creatures at night; they could not hunt during the day and a human hunter would be able to kill a rogue while they were in hibernate.

At first, I had told Absinthe to shove his job and his salary of one-million-dollars a year, up his ass. I did not want anything to do with him, especially after finding out he had been creeping into my past. I had left the mansion with the knowledge of what he was, but also with the threat to keep my mouth shut, or there would be ramifications.

Then she had been killed.

My little sister Lynda.

Her gruesome death had been listed as an accidental mauling, by a stray dog.

But dogs did not climb the fire escape, jimmy open the window and let themselves in.

I had come back to Absinthe, knowing a vampire had killed my sister, demanding the job. Since then, I had been his hunter and had killed over five hundred rogue vampires, looking for the one who had killed my sister.

I found him once, but circumstances were not in my favor… and to save a friend, I had given up my chance to take down her killer.

Two years later, I still had not found him again, but I would not give up. Not until I had had my revenge on the monster which had taken my sister from me.

“You look like a cooked lobster.”

My head turned, my thoughts ripped from my memories, and I stared at the man standing in the bathroom doorway. I licked my lips as I turned my head back to the tiled wall, and lied, “Trying to get the smell of the docks off me.”

“Well, it’s worked.” A heavy thud and I turned again, watching as Absinthe’s hands lifted to his shirt, unbuttoning it, his richly tapestried robes discarded on the stone floor. His hair, now loose, cascaded over tanned shoulders and his hands moved down his chiseled torso, to his pants.

My stomach churned as he slipped out of them, discarding his clothing on top of his robes and stood in front of me naked. He was one of the most perfect specimens I had ever seen, reminding me of the first time we had slept together. Our first sexual encounter had been epic. I’d been sore, exhausted, but thoroughly satisfied and he had ruined any chance of me wanting a human lover ever again.

Absinthe stepped into the shower, and I turned as he pressed his cold chest against my back. His arms wrapped around my chest as his lips found my neck. “I missed you.”

“I’ve only been gone for two weeks.”

“Felt like longer.” Absinthe’s lips gripped my ear, his hands moving to my breasts, and he squeezed them gently. I tipped my head back as his hands moved lower skirting down my ribs, over my hips toward the dip of my sex. “Did you miss me?”

I moaned as his fingers slipped between my folds, the coolness of them brushing over my clit. “Always.”

Absinthe turned me around, his mouth crushing against mine. In the two years of our relationship, I had gotten used to the coldness of his kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth, his hands lifting me to him, and he held me against the cold tiles.

One hand left my butt and his hips dipped slightly. His cock pushed into me, my heat encompassing his chill and he moaned in my mouth as he started to thrust.

Held easily against the wall with his one arm, Absinthe fucked me against the tiles, his other hand pressed against the wall. His grunts grew louder with each thrust and my own pleasure built quickly. Our kiss broke and he buried his head against my neck, and I waited, knowing what was coming.

The sting of the bite still sent a spike of fear through me, until the pleasure took over and Absinthe’s lips sealed around the bite mark. He drew on my blood, my heart ratcheting up as his thrusts became stronger and more frequent.

His mouth ripped from my throat, finding my mouth again and the taste of my own blood touched my lips. His hands gripped my ass harder, my orgasm peaking quickly and with a few more thrusts, and a tile on the wall cracking under pressure; we both crashed over the edge of pleasure.