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  Chapters

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  1

  I slid onto the stool at the bar, waving the handsome bartender over as I pulled my leather jacket tighter around my shoulders.

  “What can I get you?” the bartender asked, his deep blue eyes a few shades darker than my azure pair.

  “Rum and coke,” I said smoothly, sighing as I crossed my legs. I played with the hole in my tights just over my knee, scowling at the millionth pair of leggings damaged thanks to my line of work.

  My stiletto heels only added to my carefully selected outfit, and I was turning heads. Good.

  I smiled as the bartender handed me my drink, and I could see the hope and desire evident in those eyes as he gave me another once over.

  He wished.

  Too bad he wasn’t my type.

  I sighed as I sipped my drink, twirling a strand of delicate blonde hair around my finger as I scanned the bustling bar.

  It reeked of men, beer, and cigarettes. The air was thick and heavy with their sweat and body odor, mingled with other various undesirable aromas. I was almost tempted to take off my jacket from the heat in here, but I didn’t want to draw all the attention to me.

  “What’s a fine young lady like you doing in such a charming establishment such as this?” a bulky biker man drawled as he strode over from the nearby pool table. All his friends were grinning and undressing me with their eyes.

  How charming.

  “Not talking to men like you,” I retorted, giving him a sweet smile. He was built like a beast, tattoos lining those meaty arms and even his neck that was just visible over his stained grey tank. He had on a leather vest that looked like it had seen better days, and his jeans were torn, not in a fashionable sense.

  His hungry dirt brown eyes rolled over me once more, before he actually interpreted my words. What a buffoon, with his balding head that glinted in the dingy lighting.

  I kinda wished I’d worn some slightly better shoes so I could land a decent kick to the crotch if needed, but I liked my heels.

  “Well, guess this little one has quite the wit,” he chuckled. “I like you.”

  “And I don’t fucking like you,” I growled softly. The stench of cigarettes and beer wafted from his clothing, hell, it was like it came from his skin, and it made my nose burn from how close he was standing. How many cigarettes did he burn a day? A thousand? Fuck, he reeked.

  “Well, that’s not nice,” he scowled, his mouth pulling back into a snarl, revealing his yellowing and stained teeth.

  Yep, total charmer.

  “Guess she’s not your type.”

  My mouth pulled into a sly smile at the velvety smooth voice.

  Finally, I’d been waiting in this shithole long enough.

  “Let me guess, she’s yours,” the burly man growled as he turned to the newcomer.

  I ran my eyes over the smaller, lean man and his dashingly good looks. Definitely my type right there, with that pale complexion and straight jawline. Those dark eyes were black as night, and as I gave him a once over, I focused on the dark black aura radiating off him.

  Just the man I was after.

  Those dark eyes turned and fixated on me, and that perfect smile curved into a delicious smirk as they rolled over me, and my lady parts reacted in a naughty way.

  Yep, I could have this one.

  “Well, the wee lady is off limits to a scrawny thing like you,” the burly man chuckled, and his crew of bikers behind him snorted and laughed with him.

  “Thanks baldy, but I’m with him,” I quipped as I jabbed a thumb at the dazzling man.

  Baldy grimaced at my words, and growled as he stepped towards me.

  “Now, let’s not do that,” the handsome man murmured as he stepped before me.

  I loved watching as the bigger man stopped in his tracks, hit by the deadly vibe radiating off this man. I could feel it from here, he was really working up his aura, sending off a dark vibe to the men around him.

  Baldy hesitated before he shrugged and turned away.

  “Little bitch ain’t worth it,” he muttered as he returned to his pool game.

  I was almost tempted to say something, to start something that would get my blood pumping, but instead the lean man turned to me, his dark eyes trailing over me once more.

  “Name’s Zac,” he said as he offered me his hand.

  “Call me Sav,” I smiled sweetly and took his hand, intending to shake it.

  He drew my hand up to his cool lips and planted a kiss on my knuckles.

  “What is a fine lady like you doing in a dump like this?” he murmured, unable to take his eyes off me.

  “Waiting for my prince charming,” I giggled. Delight and satisfaction spread through those dark eyes, and I smirked inwardly.

  Gotcha.

  “Well, how about we go somewhere a little nicer than this?” he suggested smoothly as he helped me off my stool.

  “I’d like that,” I purred, allowing him to wrap an arm around my shoulders as he caught a peek down the front of my black crop top.

  I’d have my way with him, just like he wanted.

  And then I’d continue with my work like a good girl.

  We pushed through the grimy door and out into the cool night air, and I drew the refreshing stench-free air into my lungs to flush out the foul odors that had infiltrated my nose.

  “So, where would you like to go?” Zac asked, his voice low as he ducked his head to murmur into my ear.

  My body reacted instantly, and I turned to look at him, biting my lip.

  I tugged on his arm gently, wondering if he’d give in and allow me to lead him.

  A devious smirk spread across his face, and I gave him a seductive smile as I led him around the side of the old brick building and into the alley.

  I wanted to fuck him. That was the plan.

  “I want to have you,” I purred once we’d slipped into the shadows.

  “How so?” he asked, his voice laced with amusement.

  I shoved him against the wall, pleased when he allowed me to do so. I wouldn’t deny that he was strong, but he seemed just as interested in me as I was him.

  I caught that hungry mouth of his in mine, biting his lower lip aggressively and drawing a deep moan from him.

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p; His hands tangled in my shoulder length blonde hair, and his desperate kiss made my legs shake as my body reacted in all kinds of ways.

  I knew it was wrong, how my body always wanted more than it should. And yet I wanted to screw him until I was engulfed with utter bliss.

  And I knew he could give me that.

  I slid my hands down his toned chest. It was a shame he was so handsome, but it certainly made sense with what I knew. With his black top, denim jacket and jeans, he was a devilish little sight.

  Fuck worthy.

  I ran my fingers along his waistband, moaning as he moved from kissing my mouth to suckling on my neck. I focused so as not to allow my breathing to hitch.

  “What are you?” Zac moaned as his hands moved down to my black denim shorts and began unbuttoning them.

  Why did they always seem to ask that? What did it mean, anyway?

  “A horny chick,” I growled. That should be good enough.

  I felt him smirk against my neck, but then he was sliding my shorts down with my stockings and black panties.

  Good, I was desperate for some action.

  Next time, I’d wear a skirt and no stockings to make my life a hell of a lot easier.

  I undid his jeans and unbuckled his belt, loving how his cool length bounced forth, desperate to enter me.

  Don’t worry, that was the plan. I loved a good fuck before work.

  “How should we do this?” he groaned as his fingers brushed against my inner thigh.

  I turned away from him, bending over so he could have full access. I didn’t have to say a word as he slammed into me. I was just grateful I’d already been wet and horny as hell, otherwise that would’ve hurt.

  I sighed in delight as I rocked back against him, loving the feel of him driving himself deep inside me.

  He gripped my hips painfully, those cool fingertips bruising my skin as he pounded into me with soft grunts and moans.

  I moved my hands to cover his, not sure what to really do with them right now.

  I quivered as I felt my own bliss building up inside me, and then came the moment I was waiting for.

  He gripped the back of my jacket and yanked me up, chuckling cruelly into my ear.

  “You sure are a horny fuck, I’m going to hate to have to drain you,” he murmured against my ear.

  I gasped as those fangs sunk into my neck, the orgasm ripping through me with violent trembles as he hammered into me still.

  I bet he liked to have his girls fully dead before he killed them.

  I remained in his deadly grip, savoring the last of my ecstatic bliss as my body slowly ceased quivering and writhing. I loved getting a vampire to bite me, it brought on the climax so quickly.

  But now it was time for work.

  I whimpered softly as I pretended to claw pathetically at his arm around my waist. His other hand was wrapped around my chest, holding me in place as he drank.

  My fingers found the hilt of my weapon under my tank top, carefully hidden from sight and sheathed up along my back. It was squished against his chest, but I could still access it.

  I tugged it loose, hearing Zac growl as he realized something was going on. Too bad he couldn’t seem to stop feeding. Vampires always loved me.

  I slammed his arm up and over my head as I spun in his grip, his dick being yanked painfully out of me and now pressing into my hip.

  “Sorry,” I smirked as I drove the blade through his ribs.

  He shrieked as he released me and fell back against the wall, his undone jeans pooling around his knees making him trip.

  I reached down and pulled up my panties, stockings, and shorts. I’d barely started doing them up as Zac exploded into a pile of ash. A soft breeze toyed with his remains, scattering them down the alley.

  I knelt down beside the mess left of him, and plucked the silver kris dagger out of the ashes. Its wavy blade was littered with unique runes and hummed with a soft energy right after the kill.

  A rare blade given to me by my father, capable of killing nearly anything.

  Normally you had to properly stake or behead a vampire, but not with this blade. It could kill them if you struck them in the heart, bringing death instantly. Guess it was like staking them, although the belief was that it could only be a wooden stake. But I knew for a fact that silver worked too. Staking did take a little longer to kill them though, not instantaneous like my wicked little kitsune blade. That was what my father had called it when he gave it to me.

  I dusted the ash off it and carefully slid it back into the sheath tucked away on my back.

  I reached into my jacket pocket and plucked out my phone as I stood up and smoothed out my clothing.

  At least I’d gotten a good orgasm out of him first.

  I touched my neck where some blood was smeared, grimacing as I reached into my other pocket for the napkin I’d knowingly grabbed from the bar earlier.

  My father didn’t know about my unique way of killing my prey, he was happy as long as it was done. I figured it wasn’t his business if I screwed most of them first, depending on how dangerous I deemed them.

  I dialed the number and waited patiently.

  “Get him?” my father’s gruff voice greeted me on the other end.

  “Yep, he’s dead,” I said nonchalantly.

  “Good, he’s been murdering so many young girls lately, the supes are getting bolder,” he growled, and I could just picture him fuming.

  I didn’t say a word as he muttered and then sighed.

  “Good job,” he finally said. “Your brother is still dealing with a werewolf a few hours away. What will you do for the rest of the night?”

  I glanced back at the way I’d come, contemplating returning to the bar. I scrunched up my nose and decided against it. I could just go back to my hotel and do some more research for supes in the area.

  “I’ll head back, nothing else for me here,” I said as I glanced down at my stockings. Ugh, the vamp had ripped them even more. I was getting sick of having to always replace them.

  “Good work, keep it up. If I catch wind of anything, I’ll let you know.” With that, he hung up.

  There was never any ‘I love you, be safe.’

  Guess that was partially because I wasn’t his real daughter.

  Well, I wouldn’t get hung up on it.

  Maybe if I went back into the bar, I could find some poor soul to return to my place with me? Nah. Humans were no fun, supes always got me off nice and quick.

  Too bad I had to kill them.

  I spun on my heels and headed back the way I’d come, leaving my night’s work in the alley.

  My panties were a mess, but at least he hadn’t finished in me. Although, that was quite common for me. I orgasmed easy, and fucking my prey always made it so much more fun. Half the time they wouldn’t even finish before I ended them.

  Why did I toy with death? Knowing that they were killers and I could be next?

  I had no idea. Maybe it was that thrill it gave me, the risk. My father and brother had trained me well, and I was one hell of a fighter, but I could always best my brother in any combat. I was faster and stronger for some strange reason, so maybe that’s why I enjoyed putting my life on the line for a good screw.

  I tightened my jacket around my shoulders, pleased with my success as I turned the corner out of the alley. Time to find something new to hunt and fuck.

  2

  Leon.

  “Wonder who got to him?” Wesley said as he knelt down beside me. My brother, Damien, stood behind me with Tristan.

  The pile of ash was barely visible now, having been blown through the alley on a soft breeze.

  “I’m guessing the huntress we were told to look out for,” Tristan muttered as he let out a loud sigh.

  “Well, at least he’s dead. We don’t need him exposing supes. These rogues are getting more common,” I sighed as I pushed off my knees and stood up.

  “Yeah, but she’s killed more than just rogues,” Wesley said with a scowl
as he stood, his fiery red hair a vibrant sight in the darkened alley. Not to mention his bright red jacket. He really cared little for stealth.

  “I know,” I murmured, testing the air again. There it was. That strange scent, barely there. I couldn’t place it, it was some kind of supe, but nothing I’d ever encountered before, which was saying something.

  “Smells like sex,” Tristan smirked as he glanced around us.

  “Probably the vamp, he liked to have sex with his victims while he drained them,” Damien finally spoke up.

  “Did he do it with the huntress then?” Tristan snorted.

  “Well, being a huntress, surely she knew who he was,” I murmured, shifting uneasily. Judging from the mingled scents of sex still evident, that was what it appeared like. But why, if she was hunting him?

  Was it part of her hunting? Sex? No. That was absurd. He must have caught her by surprise, that made more sense. Forced himself upon her.

  So why could I smell a female orgasm?

  This was so strange.

  “Well, Mr Oxley said we should find her and deal with her. She’s causing too many issues in the supernatural community,” Damien reminded me.

  “I know, there’s just something strange about all this,” I murmured as I frowned at the pile of ash.

  “I really want to know what went down,” Tristan snickered.

  “You can ask before we put her down,” Wesley shrugged as he smoothed his fiery red hair back. It had a mind of its own sometimes, almost like true fire. Guess that was just a part of the supe he was.

  “Well, let’s get down to tracking her then,” Damien said, always the one to get straight down to business. He liked to do his job and be done with it. A straight cut and dry guy.

  He drew in a deep breath, his nostrils flaring. Seeing his green eyes glow ever so softly in the darkened alley made my mouth curve up. And to think we were twins. Me with my golden locks and blue eyes, and him with his mess of raven black hair and emerald eyes. Sure, our facial features were a little similar, but that was where our similarities ended.

  We were nothing alike.

  I sniffed the air as well, locking onto the scent of the huntress. She smelt sweet, like the forest and flowers mixed with something exotic and sensual. Great. I could already tell she was going to be a beauty.