Page 16 of Beneath Hoof and Hollow
“You’ll get rid of the…” Her voice drops to a whisper. “…Itrimort?”
“I need time to rebuild my strength in this world. I will rid you of severalpeststhis evening. It will give you a glimpse of what’s to come. Then you will give me what was stolen when my curse was cast.”
“What?”
“A body and head, both visible to the world. You will cast the spell and grant me what I desire. Once my strength has returned and a head has been given, I will rid your town of its monster.”
“What makes you think I know how to do that?”
I sigh. Have humans forgotten how to use their brains since I last walked the earth? “I told you, you have a spell book and some manner of magic in your blood if you were able to bring me here.”
“I’m still not sure that’s true.”
“I do not desire to argue with you further. For now, my taste.” Her bare body has been calling me forth like a beacon of unfed sin. I’m starved for touch. Her soft thighs beckon me. The need to venture between them gives a new purpose to my life.
“You will drink my blood?” Her voice cracks. She’s afraid. That’s just fine. The scent of fear is rather intoxicating.
“Not exactly. Lie back.”
Emeline visibly trembles as she lies on the ground. Her arms hug her middle. “Remember, if you drain me of too much blood and accidentally kill me, I will not be able to help you with your head.”
My laugh startles her. She jumps, body tensing. “Tell me, where in that spell book of yours does it mention my being a vampire?”
She purses her lips, eyebrows furrowing as she thinks. “It doesn’t.”
“Correct. Because blood is not what I desire to taste.”
Her eyes shimmer. Confusion, fear, and finally, resolve.
Emeline surprises me when she pushes to her feet and runs in the opposite direction. She thinks she can flee? Run back to town and forget about the demon she’s conjured into her world? Not going to happen, nightingale.
In her haste to escape me, her foot slides through the salt lining the summoning circle. I can feel the instant the binding spell breaks.Freedom.
I don’t bother to mount my horse. I’ll catch her on foot.
Emeline is faster than I expected. Fear has a way of lending new skills to the body. Her soft figure does not indicate athleticism. Which means she’s high on adrenaline. So am I.
My longer strides overtake her just as she enters a field of vining pumpkins. Grabbing her by the hair, I halt her escape. She screams, but my hand is over her mouth, muffling the sound before it can reach the ears of any others.
She fights me, curves on full display as she grabs at my hand in her hair and kicks her legs out. I drag her toward a nearby scarecrow, ripping loose some of the rope tying the sack of straw to its post. I bind her wrists with barely any effort. Emeline struggles, seated upright, her back against the pole, arms raised above her head. She looks like a Samhain goddess, wearing only the amulet, tied up in the middle of the pumpkin patch.
She opens her mouth to scream. I drop down, lowering my mouth to her ear. “If you scream again, I’ll carve up your pretty lips and feed them to the crows.”
That stops the sound before it leaves her throat. In actuality, I would never deprive her of her lips. How will she suck my shaft, swirl her tongue up and down my hard cock, if I remove any part of her mouth? Yes, she will taste me. But first, it is my turn.
“Spread your legs.”
She jumps as my gloved hands press her knees apart. “Whoa, what are you?—”
“Don’t disobey me,” my voice booms. The scent of her fear becomes overpowering.
She’s frozen, petrified as I pry her legs open. Her fear is temporary. I’ll soon have her squirming, in a whole new way. I’m certain of that.
After the first swipe of my tongue between her supple thighs, a feral growl rumbles out of me.
Emeline cries out. “What…what was that?”
I lick her again, dragging my tongue up the center of her pussy. Her back bows, hips thrusting off the ground before she freezes again.
