An Excerpt From: DAMNED AND
DEFIANT
Copyright © KATHY
KULIG, 2012
All Rights Reserved, Ellora's Cave
Publishing, Inc.
Prologue
The skinwalker—part man, part coyote—shifted into his human form
as he gazed upon the young woman, his quarry. She removed her clothes and
dropped them onto the cool, desert sand. She gave him a lustful glance as if she
was the one controlling the seduction. “Nice trick with the coyote. Are you a
magician?” Her words were slurred.
But the trance hadn’t taken
hold.
“Something
like that,” he answered. He felt a flush of heat on his
face. How the hell was she still aware? Something wasn’t right. This Kithra was different than the others, and he wasn’t sure
why. He slid his hands over her arms and sparks skidded across her
skin.
“I love
the desert at night,” she added as her eyelids flickered. The air around her
body crackled with electricity, her short, blonde hair stood out from the
static. Not his usual choice for Kithras. He preferred
ones with long, dark hair like the Drones from Prygos.
It had to be her level of energy that drew him to this
one.
“Yes,” he
murmured, then waved his hand over her face, deepening the trance with little
effort. He extended a finger and ran it down the side of her cheek, her neck,
between her small breasts and cut diagonally across her flat stomach to her
narrow hips. When his finger skimmed close to her pubic area she shivered and
moaned. She was a slight creature with an athletic build. He preferred his Kithra to have a few more curves but she would provide
adequate chi for his needs.
Pointing to the blanket, he smiled when she complied
and stretched out on it, her arms and legs spread.
Dante
Akanto gave her a knowing smile, stepped back and
paced around the naked woman. He watched her hands slide over her breasts and
rub her pussy. “Fuck me, Dante.” She writhed on the
Navajo blanket, deep in the sexual trance, almost ready for the offering. A rush
of hot, sexual sensations surged through him and his cock hardened.
No! He had
to fight his urges or he’d risk killing her during the
collection.
Beside
her, a campfire blazed, keeping away the night creatures of the Arizona desert.
She moaned, teasing him with her sultry movements and her scent. The look she
gave him made him ache with a desperate hunger. The woman’s sexual appetite
could yank her out of the trance if he wasn’t careful. Dante swirled the energy
field around her, easing her deeper into his spell. Her eyes glazed
over.
Better.
Finally, this Kithra was becoming receptive to his
influences. Her energy level was high and hard to manage. Probably a Sha Warrior. Lucky for him to pick a mortal with so much
lifeforce. He’d meet his quota after this collection.
Moving over to his Harley, he removed the rest of his clothes, cowboy boots,
leather pants and hung them over his bike.
Naked and
fully aroused, he stood over her and stroked his cock. The woman was quite
beautiful. Was she purposefully downplaying her appearance by wearing worn jeans
and a baggy T-shirt? What struck Dante the most was her eyes. Large and golden
brown, they shone with intelligence, but also appeared dark with despair. Like a
polished jewel that had lost its sparkle. He sensed a toughness within her, a
fear maybe, brought on by a life of tragedy or loss.
Don’t get personal with your
quarry.
He’d seen
her walking along the highway alone. Young, attractive, fearless and carrying a
backpack. A traveler? Homeless? He didn’t know. She was the perfect Kithra or quarry. She accepted his offer for a ride, with a
little telepathic influence on his part, and he’d driven her out into the
desert. No one would see them here.
She’d
laughed when he’d swung the bike off the road, heading into open desert. While
he made a campfire, she’d taken his Navajo blanket from the saddlebag and spread
it out by the fire. Now naked and in trance, he craved to take her as a mortal
man would take a mortal woman, but he couldn’t. She didn’t need to be naked for
the collection. And tonight it was making his task more
difficult.
Dante had
to make his quota of human lifeforce energy to the
demoness of Anartia. The immortals needed his offering to maintain their world.
If he failed, he’d be replaced—destroyed—by Gwyllain, or her consort Tarik, the rulers of Anartia.
The woman
watched him with hunger and lust in her eyes. The need to climax was great. His
cock ached. But he’d have to wait until the offering. Stay in control. The more
he teased and prolonged her orgasm, the better the harvest of chi. She whimpered
as she watched him work his cock.
Straddling
her body, he knelt on either side of her waist. Dante leaned forward and stroked
her breasts, then eased his hand over her belly and between her legs. The woman
sucked in a breath. The aura around her body told him she was close but he
wasn’t ready to harvest her energy yet. As he rubbed her clit, cream coated her
folds and moistened his finger. He plunged inside her pussy and shoved deep. She
cried out, raising her hips off the blanket. The scent of her arousal was mixed
with the scents of the desert—the earth, the sage and mesquite. He loved the
desert, and he loved taking his Kithra here. The
distraction of its beauty helped him control his own
desire.
“Fuck me
or lick me. I can’t wait anymore.” She reached down and grabbed his cock and
squeezed him.
Damn, it
felt good. But he pulled her hand away and pressed both arms above her head. He
couldn’t risk having her touch him like that. It’d been so long since he’d had
the pleasure to seek release with a human.
Leaning
forward, he brushed his lips over her nipple, then bit gently and rolled his
tongue over the erect peak. He repeated the tease to the other nipple and she
moaned in pleasure. “So good,” she breathed.
“Yes.” He
didn’t even know her name. No matter. She wouldn’t remember him after the
collection. “Stay still,” he ordered.
“Yes.” She
nodded and stopped writhing but he still ached to drive his cock into her. A
vibration surged through him as he prepared for the harvest. Opening his mouth,
he held his lips close to hers without touching. She parted her lips as if
anticipating a deep kiss and her chi energy flowed in a stream of light from her
mouth into his. She cried out as the orgasm shattered her but he held her down.
His cock throbbed and his balls tightened, his body tensed, aching for release
as the chi energy rushed into him. Control, control. He had to slow down or he’d
drain
her.
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Mortal
women surrender to Dante’s seductions. He is a Drone, an immortal who feeds off
their lifeforce energy—the chi that keeps his kind alive. When his dimension is
on the edge of destruction, Dante must seek the help of one special
woman.
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