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Saturday, July 23, 2011
Shoot Me by Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Mary aimed the gun at him. She released the security lock on the weapon, but she hesitated.
“Shoot me, Mary.”
Mary gulped. She had done this dozens of times and yet she could not bring herself to press the trigger.
“Well,” he growled, “aren’t you going to kill me already?”
Mary cocked the gun. Her hands were starting to feel sweaty.
“Kill me now, Mary, kill me and end this agony for both.”
She shook her head slightly. Agony for both? He was the only one in agony. This was her job; this is what she had been fighting for.
“Please, kill me, Mary.”
Perspiration trickled down her back.
Her mouth went dry. Why did he have to say her name like that? Enough. She lifted her head and looked squarely into his eyes. Big mistake. His blue eyes bore into hers full of pent up passion and a promise…
“Shoot me now, Mary,” he whispered huskily.
Her eyes fell from his eyes onto his full mouth. An urgent desire to nibble his lower lip and dip lower along his body until he begged her to stop entered her mind. She licked her lips and swallowed trying to will the image away.
She raised her eyes again and the gun almost fell from her grip. Godric was no longer a few feet away from her. He stood with the barrel of her gun pressed against his abdomen.
“Give me the pain you think I so deserve. Shoot me now, Mary.” Goosebumps rose on her arms.
“Shoot me, now,” he demanded. All she was able of doing was staring up at him.
“Either you shoot me now,” he said, his voice dropping into a sensual drawl, “or I will do something which I won’t be able to undo.” He grinned. Mary’s heart skipped a beat while a wild fire began to burn inside her at the prospect of his threat.
He was upon her in the blink of an eye. “No,” she cried. It was too late. His lips crashed against hers. They were warmer and softer than she had imagined, yet also commanding.
A moan caught in her throat as he nibbled and licked her lips. She heard the gun clatter onto the floor and felt Godric kick it away from them.
Free of the weapon he took her hands into his and pulled her into his embrace. They stumbled until her back hit a wall. She gasped as Godric pressed his body against hers, his hardness resting between them. She moaned. Her hands entwined on his long locks as she explored his mouth in depth. Then, reality slammed into her. With a mighty shove, she pushed Godric away.
Godric stepped aside and looked at her. She stared back, her eyes roaming over his face and finally stopping on his fangs.
“You bring the best out of me,” he said with a wicked grin.
“You tricked me,” she spoke at last, her voice hoarser and shakier than she expected.
Godric did not reply; he watched her impassively.
“You, you,” she stammered at a loss for words while she searched the tidy room for her gun. “You hypnotized me,” she said more to herself than to him.
“Is that your excuse?”
Before she could reply, he had gripped her. Mary yelped in surprise as he twisted her arms behind her back.
“Tell me, huntress, do you really believe I tricked you?” Godric accommodated her against him, his hard cock pressed against her backside. Mary said nothing, desire once more cursing through her body at the contact of his body next to hers.
“Mary, you’re the best hunter of your generation, and yet, you cannot bring yourself to kill me,” he whispered. Very softly, he nipped at her earlobe. A moan escaped through her pursed lips and Godric laughed heartily. Angry, she tried to disentangle herself from his grip. They grappled, and for a moment, she was free. Mary tried to run, but Godric grabbed her waist and drew him to her again. She struggled against him but the fight was becoming a playful tussle as their bodies crashed against each other, heightening their desire. Finally, he took hold of her and slammed her against the wall. With a firm grip he held her hands over her head.
“We have met countless times for the past 10 years. You have killed dozens of vampires, and yet”, Godric panted into her ear, “you have never managed to kill me.”
With renewed violence, Mary tried to disengage herself from his hold, but Godric was unmoving. She glared at him. Their eyes locked. Mary closed her eyes. Why wasn’t she afraid? She had been in the hands of some darn crazy creatures throughout her life and always some fear cursed through her, but this feeling… Never in all her years as a hunter had she felt this.
“Look at me, Mary.”
“Why do you think you can’t kill me?”
“Because you spell bound me,” she said weakly.
Godric laughed. “Even you don’t believe that. If I would have wanted to cast you under my spell, I could have done so ages ago. No, my love, you are not under any magic. Think, my huntress, I am one of the eldest, one of the strongest and yet today I let you storm into my house and point at me with a gun. You could have killed me then but you couldn’t, Mary. You can’t bear the thought of killing me. I am more to you than a vampire, more than an obsession, you think of me day and night, Mary.”
She shook her head.
“You dream of me, and don’t you dare deny it because I’ve watched you sleep, my huntress. I’ve watched you touch yourself and whisper my name in the darkness of your dormitory. You whisper my name just like I whisper yours, Mary.”
“Stop saying my name that way,” she cried between clenched teeth.
“Why, Mary?” he asked, saying her name in that slow sensual way which caused liquid to pool between her legs, “why should I stop saying the name of the woman I love?”
Mary opened her eyes and stared at Godric. His eyes bore into hers, but not in that hungry, animal-like way she was used to seeing in vampires. Instead, she saw vulnerability, kindness and…
“No.” she cried, once more trying to wrestle against him. Godric chuckled and Mary’s protest was drowned in his mouth.
She forgot everything: his fangs, her hatred, her fears…everything narrowed down to them and their passion.
She realized he had released her hands the moment she touched his chest. He removed his shirt and her toes curled at the sight of his naked chest. Hard, sculpted, like the perfect body of an athlete. She raked her nails on his back and he responded shoving his tongue deep into her mouth. Pieces of clothing flew in all directions. Their movements were quick, hungry, eager, like two starved animals that hadn’t eaten in ages. Lust rushed through her like it had never done before.
With a growl, he picked her up. Mary entwined her legs around him as he pressed her against the wall. His large cock slid inside her in a single thrust.
“Godric,” she cried as he drove in and out of her savagely.
“Say it again, Mary, say my name again,” he urged her.
“Godric,” she moaned.
“Mary, I have waited so long for this,” he whispered in her ear.
He nuzzled her neck and she dug her nails onto his back.
“Godric, I don’t…” she began. Mary shrieked as an orgasm rattled her body and Godric bit her neck. She felt the warm blood trickle down her neck. While he greedily drunk from her, she heard Godric grunt and felt his release. Her body still shaking, her last thought before passing out was that this was the best mistake she’d ever committed, even if it had cost her her life.
Mary woke up to find Godric next to her in bed.
He smiled at her. “Welcome home, huntress.”
Mary smiled. After so many years, she had finally found her place. She was a hunter, yes, but all these years she had been hunting the wrong prey. All those years following Godric, aiming to kill him, yet dreaming and fantasizing about him… she had been pursuing her soul mate and had no idea, until now.
Godric was looking at her curiously, as if waiting for her reaction. Her eyes travelled down the solid build of his body, stopping at his cock. She watched in amusement as it slowly rose to her stare.
“Will you shoot me, now?” she joked.
“Only after you kiss me.”
About the author: Appearances are deceiving. By day usually shy and quiet; another face in the crowd. By night Elyzabeth’s calm demeanor transforms. Words flow from her fingers giving life to elaborate fantasies of love and desire. Her first novella comes out this December from Silver publishing. Visit her realm at www.inadreambeyond.blogspot.com