Belonging (The Hunters)

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An Excerpt From: BELONGING

Copyright © SHILOH WALKER, 2009

All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave Publishing, Inc.

"Damn it." He closed the distance between them and caught her arm in his hand as she faltered. Terror clutched his heart, made his voice harsher as he snarled, "I thought you said they didn´t hurt you."

"They didn´t hurt me."

And they hadn´t, but Cori was still in pain. All but reeling with it. Half sick with it, and it was compounded by her stupidity. She´d figured that she could find some guy in a bar who´d be willing enough to give her what she needed without asking anything in return. But just before she´d gone in, a wave of self-doubt had washed over her and she´d ducked into the alley to give herself a pep talk.

The two men had seen her and, though she´d heard them approaching, she hadn´t worried overmuch. She was short, female and looked like a stiff wind would blow her over but that vampire strength that usually failed to impress her would come in handy. When they´d grabbed her, she had tried reason first.

They´d laughed and that was when Galahad, or whatever his name was, had come rushing up. She´d been startled by his sudden appearance and completely taken off guard by the way her body reacted.

The way her body was still reacting. She couldn´t really even see him that clearly, though granted, she was trying very hard not to even look at him. Looking directly at him would make it worse, so she just didn´t look. She´d caught a glimpse of dark hair, the vague impression of his height, but nothing else. And still, she was hovering on the brink of orgasm, just from being close to the guy.

Her nipples-hard, hot little points-stabbed into her bra, rubbing against the silk, the sweet abrasion almost painful. Her thighs shook under her and she had to lock her knees to keep from sagging against him. Worse, her gums throbbed in warming and as he moved closer, she could feel her fangs extending.

The taste of blood was heavy in her mouth. Blood. She´d bitten one of the men who had tried to attack her. Cori had bitten somebody, and not because it was time for a midnight snack either. She´d defended herself, but now the taste of blood was bitter in her mouth. She averted her head. Although she knew he couldn´t see her, she couldn´t look at him with blood on her mouth.

He reached out a hand and brushed her hair back. Unable to stop herself, she turned her face into his palm and rubbed against him.

His hand shook.

Lids drooping over her eyes, she took in a deep, slow breath. There.

She could smell it. Smell him. Smell his hunger. He felt it too. Either the darkness was seriously working in her favor or the vamp mojo was kicking in because the air around them began to spike with heat and hunger and not all of it was hers. Desperation made her daring and she took one small step closer. Then another. Another.

The long black skirt she wore was little hindrance to the cold wind cutting through the night but she barely felt it. What she could feel was him. His heat. His hunger. His gaze-staring down at her bowed head, all but willing her to look at him.

His cock. Pressing against him, she felt the length of his cock throbbing under the confines of his jeans, thick and hard. Whimpering, half mad from hunger, she arched against him and shuddered.

"Lady..."

She reached between them and touched him. In some rational part of her mind, she couldn´t believe what she was doing. Couldn´t wrap her mind around it...and she didn´t want to try.