The Beauty the Hunter and the Hunted

“I need to talk to you,” he said again.



“You need to go away,” Lilith said crossing her arms.



“Can I come in please?” he asked.



“No!” Lilith rolled her eyes.



Lance sighed and walked inside.



“Time is growing short,” Lance said.



“What the hell do you mean?” she asked.



“Hunter Lingston has people watching you,” he lied.



Lance didn't consider it a lie, because he suspected that her employer had people watching her. He hadn't seen the evidence, but he knew his old foe.



“Not true!” Lilith said, “Now, you sound like Cinnamon.”



“I sound like the dog?” he asked.



“Yes, she's paranoid too,” Lilith laughed, “Maybe I'll lock you in the bathroom with her.”



“Huh?” Lance asked, feeling confused.



“Never mind, just leave, Lance,” she said.



“No!” Lance retorted, “Not until we talk.”



“Fine,” Lilith sighed and flopped down on the sofa.



“Have you had any weird dreams?” Lance asked her.



“How do you know about that?” Lilith demanded and stood back up, “You tranced me, didn't you, you bastard?”



“What?” Lance asked, “Lilith, you know good and damn well I can't put you in a trance! No vampire can! None ever could!”



“How do you know that?” Lilith demanded inching away from him.



“Because I'm married to you, Lilith!” Lance said.



“No, you're not,” Lilith said shaking her head.



“Fine!” Lance retorted, “I was married to you.”



“And when was this?” Lilith asked.



“In your previous life, Lilith,” Lance sighed, “Why is this so hard for you to believe?”



Lilith balled her fists at her side and pulled away when Lance tried to take her hand.



“You want to know why I don't believe it?” she asked, “You really want to know?”



“Yes, I do,” Lance said and crossed his arms.



“Fine!” Lilith sighed, “I don't believe it because if it's true it complicates everything. My life is simple and I want it to stay that way!”



“How would it complicate everything?” Lance asked, “It changes nothing. It's always been true!”



“Well, ignorance is bliss, or haven't you heard?” Lilith asked.



Lance took her hand and this time she didn't pull away.



“Look, I love you,” Lance said, “I've loved you since the first time I've laid eyes on you woman! We've been apart a century and I haven't broken not one of my wedding vows! Do you know how hard that is?”



“Don't you know that wedding vows say 'til death do us part'?” she asked.



“Not vampyric vows,” Lance said shaking his head.



“Fine,” Lilith said, “Let's say I believe you, what does it mean? Sure, I'm attracted to you, but I don't love you! Hell, Lance, I don't even know you.”



“That's okay, for now,” Lance said and stepped closer to her, “I have a friend, actually she's my sister-in-law now, finally, but anyway, she can help you remember. She's a psychic like you, but she's also a witch.”



“So now you want me to agree to let a witch put a spell on me?” Lilith asked and pulled away from him.



“No! It's not like that!” Lance said and grabbed her hand again.



Lilith tore from his grip and sprinted across the room. She picked up her cellphone and began to punch in Hunter's number, but Lance snatched it away from her before she could hit the 'call' button.



“What are you doing?” he asked, “Do you want to see me dead? Is that what you're getting at?”



He studied her for a moment, willing his anger to subside. Lance knew that Lilith didn't understand the full consequences of calling Hunter, or at least he hoped she didn't.



“No,” Lilith said and turned her back to him.



“Then why the hell are you trying to call that mutt?” Lance demanded.



“Because, damn it, Lance, I need answers! I don't know if I can trust you!” Lilith cried.



“And you think Hunter is going to tell you the truth? The man's occupation is murderer, Lilith! Think about that for a damn minute!” Lance yelled.



His blood was boiling and he was on the edge of losing control. Why was she making this difficult? Lance wondered what exactly Lilith had dreamed about.



“And how do I know that you're telling me the truth?” Lilith asked, turning to face him.



“Because I love you, Lilith!” He said.



Lance gently put a hand on either side of her face and looked into her eyes.



“If you believe nothing else, believe that please,” Lance said feeling desperate.



“I want to, Lance, I really do, but this all seems so impossible!” Lilith cried.



“Then let me take you to see Ginger, my witch friend. She will let you see it with your own eyes, Lilith!” Lance plead.



“Eyes can be tricked! Spells can weave lies, Lance! I'm not stupid!” Lilith said.



“What do you think Hunter and the others will do if they find us here together, Lilith?” he asked.



“We'd be as good as dead,” Lilith admitted.



“Yes, and have I hurt you? Have I tried to hurt you, or anyone else for that matter?” Lance asked.



“No, but..” Lilith cried.



Not sure how else to convince her, Lance captured her mouth with his own. He sighed in relief when her arms instinctively wrapped around his neck. This time it was her tongue that darted into his mouth. He gently placed his hands on her waist and allowed her to take control. His urge had been building too long and he feared that he would move too quickly or passionately, and cause harm to come to his lady.



Lance sighed into the kiss when Lilith ran her fingers through his hair. Their tips brushed against his scalp and gave him goosebumps.



“Woman, do you know the affect you have on me?” he murmured.



“Vaguely,” Lilith whispered into the kiss, “only what I seen in the dream.”



“And what was that?” Lance asked.



Lance chuckled when Lilith blushed.



“You're blushing,” he teased.



“I am not,” she giggled.



“Yes, you are,” Lance insisted.



“Shut up and kiss me, Lance,” Lilith said.



“Yes, m'lady,” Lance said,



He pulled Lilith closer to him, so that their bodies were pressed tightly together. The passion in his soul stirred and he felt himself begin to harden. His hands squeezed Lilith's ass, causing her to moan against his lips. The scent of her arousal danced on the air and made Lance hungry for her body and her blood.



Chapter 5: Lilith



Lilith's heart thumped against her chest, but she didn't want it to stop. Fear and anxiety mingled with memories of love and pleasure as her logical mind tried to comprehend what was happening. Her brain yelled for the kiss to end, but her body longed for more. She deepened the kiss and nibbled on Lance's lower lip.



Her eyes swirled images of a life that didn't belong to her, but it evoked feelings that she had tried to suppress. Love and fear mingled in her belly. The hair on the back of her neck was standing up, making all of her senses more alert. Lilith could feel danger thick in the air. Her instincts told her to run, but her heart and body urged her on. Her nipples stood erect pushing against the fabric of her night gown. Lance's hands cupped her breasts and she sighed into the kiss, arching her body against his touch, as she had done a thousand times before.



Her body felt alive and every touch sent a bolt of pleasure through her. Lilith rubbed her thighs together stimulating her aching clit. She guided Lance's hand to the hungry place between her thighs. His fingers teased her through the fabric of her cotton panties and she moaned. Her wetness seeped through her panties as he kissed her neck. Lilith's heart pounded against her chest as she anticipated the bite, but it didn't come.



Lance's tongue traced along her throat over her pulse points. Lilith panted with anticipation and desire. She arched her hips against his hand, rubbing her swollen clit against him. His hand cupped her sex through the thin fabric for a few seconds before dropping to his knees.



Lance stuck his thumbs in the waist band of her panties and pulled them down slowly. The cool air danced across her skin and gave her goose bumps. Lilith drew in a sharp breath when Lance pushed apart the lips of her sex, exposing her throbbing clit and hungry opening. Her fingers ran through his thick hair and he locked eyes with her for a moment before burying his face into her crotch. His tongue flicked across her clit, swirling around the swollen little nub. Lance's teeth scraped across her sensitive flesh and her knees threatened to buckle. She held tight to his shoulders and dug her long fingernails into his flesh. Blood pooled their tips in a stark contrast against Lance's pale skin. Lilith's tongue flicked across her lips.



“Lance!” she called out.



His fingers probed into her hungry crevice and brushed against her g-spot. Her pussy contracted around his digits. Lance had to hold onto her hip with his free hand to keep her from falling backwards.



“We better move to the bedroom before someone gets hurt,” Lance chuckled.



“Yea, because I have a feeling that someone would be me,” Lilith nodded.



His fingers withdraw from her sex just as quickly as it had entered. Lance scooped her up into his arms and Lilith giggled. Their lips met in a hungry kiss as the vampire made his way towards the bedroom.



Lilith could hear Cinnamon barking threats from the bathroom, but she ignored them. She was too aroused to turn back now. Lance lowered her to the bed and kissed her neck tenderly. Lilith's body ached against his. She could feel that his cock was already hard and throbbing. Reaching between their bodies she undid his fly and freed it. Her long fingers wrapped around his powerful shaft and reveled in the idea of how it would feel inside of her hungry pussy. She squeezed it, making Lance moan.