Stake and Dust (Stake and Dust series, Book I) by Karen Michelle Nutt
Authors: Karen Michelle Nutt
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lives?"
He harrumphed. "That is different. It's all
about the hunt and capture. I'm a predator. The humans are prey.
It's as simple as that."
"So that is why you keep trophies?"
His gaze riveted to the dresser, where a
secret compartment lay behind.
Lorelei chuckled. "I didn't touch your
prizes. You have quite a collection though."
Gunthorn obviously didn't trust her and went
to inspect if she told the truth. He leaned down and pressed the
button. The latch sprung and the door opened. His irises glowed red
as he feasted his eyes on his trophies, and a hint of a smile
curved his lips as if he were reminiscing on how he'd acquired each
piece. Pathetic. Once she had her fill with her victims, she
just moved on, discarded the old and took in the new.
She glanced at the bed where her latest
talented young man lay handcuffed to the headboard. A white silk
gag pressed against Tony Maillard's mouth and kept the young man's
screams from being overheard. It would put a damper on things if
someone came to the rescue. She liked to be alone with her
lovers.
"Do you have another prospect lined up for
me?" she asked Gunthorn.
Gunthorn peeked around the door to his trophy
alcove with a scarf to his nose. He had jewelry of all kinds –
bracelets, rings, necklaces – pieces worth a small fortune, but it
seemed he favored scarves. "Spotted a young man that may fit the
bill," Gunthorn told her. "He plays the guitar."
"Good. Find out if he has family that'll miss
him. We must be bolder if we are to draw the attention of the
GOJ."
"I'll look into it."
"Leave us now," Lorelei said as she undid the
belt of her robe and let it slide over her body to pool at her feet
on the floor. "Once I inspire Tony, we'll go to the hotel where he
can pen his last great piece for the paper."
Gunthorn nodded. "As you wish."
Tony shook his head, his brown eyes wide with
terror as he tried to scoot away. He wouldn't fear her for long.
They never did.
Her hands cupped Tony's face. "Now, now,
don't be afraid. I only want to please you, and make your writing
worthwhile. Haven't your articles moved to the front page of the
paper? It's what you wanted." She removed the gag.
"Untie me," Tony said and he sounded as if he
had a choice in the matter.
Lorelei smiled. "Dear sweet author of words,
what fun would it be if I untied you?" She scooted onto the bed and
straddled him. He squirmed beneath her but not for long. Her smile
widened. "See you're already happy for me to help."
"I don't want to die," Tony choked on his
words, and tried to move, but he realized it only proved her point.
He didn't want her to go. Not really.
"We all die sometime," Lorelei said as her
hand caressed his cheek. "But while we're here," she fell forward
with her hands bracing herself on either side of his head, "we
should leave our mark. I'll give that to you in exchange for this."
She leaned forward and bestowed a kiss, one that would drug him,
bind him to her will. "When she released him, she looked into his
daze-filled eyes. "Will you let me help you, Tony?"
"Yeah," he whispered in a choked voice.
"I knew you'd see it my way," she said before
she lengthened her fangs and drove them into his neck.
Chapter Nine
Back at the hotel, Cassandra kicked off her
boots and grabbed her laptop sitting on the small table near the
nook and opened it. As she waited for the screen to light up so she
could enter her password, she grabbed the bread and peanut butter
on the counter behind her. She was glad she thought ahead and
rented a room with a kitchenette and a refrigerator. She didn't
know how long she'd be in town, but she had no desire to hunt down
food every night. She'd pick up a few more groceries tomorrow
morning.
Once she had her sandwich on whole wheat
bread, she grabbed the computer and made herself comfortable on the
bed, leaning against the pillows she had propped against the
headboard.
Tremayne and she were off to a good start in
finding the target or rather targets. They
He harrumphed. "That is different. It's all
about the hunt and capture. I'm a predator. The humans are prey.
It's as simple as that."
"So that is why you keep trophies?"
His gaze riveted to the dresser, where a
secret compartment lay behind.
Lorelei chuckled. "I didn't touch your
prizes. You have quite a collection though."
Gunthorn obviously didn't trust her and went
to inspect if she told the truth. He leaned down and pressed the
button. The latch sprung and the door opened. His irises glowed red
as he feasted his eyes on his trophies, and a hint of a smile
curved his lips as if he were reminiscing on how he'd acquired each
piece. Pathetic. Once she had her fill with her victims, she
just moved on, discarded the old and took in the new.
She glanced at the bed where her latest
talented young man lay handcuffed to the headboard. A white silk
gag pressed against Tony Maillard's mouth and kept the young man's
screams from being overheard. It would put a damper on things if
someone came to the rescue. She liked to be alone with her
lovers.
"Do you have another prospect lined up for
me?" she asked Gunthorn.
Gunthorn peeked around the door to his trophy
alcove with a scarf to his nose. He had jewelry of all kinds –
bracelets, rings, necklaces – pieces worth a small fortune, but it
seemed he favored scarves. "Spotted a young man that may fit the
bill," Gunthorn told her. "He plays the guitar."
"Good. Find out if he has family that'll miss
him. We must be bolder if we are to draw the attention of the
GOJ."
"I'll look into it."
"Leave us now," Lorelei said as she undid the
belt of her robe and let it slide over her body to pool at her feet
on the floor. "Once I inspire Tony, we'll go to the hotel where he
can pen his last great piece for the paper."
Gunthorn nodded. "As you wish."
Tony shook his head, his brown eyes wide with
terror as he tried to scoot away. He wouldn't fear her for long.
They never did.
Her hands cupped Tony's face. "Now, now,
don't be afraid. I only want to please you, and make your writing
worthwhile. Haven't your articles moved to the front page of the
paper? It's what you wanted." She removed the gag.
"Untie me," Tony said and he sounded as if he
had a choice in the matter.
Lorelei smiled. "Dear sweet author of words,
what fun would it be if I untied you?" She scooted onto the bed and
straddled him. He squirmed beneath her but not for long. Her smile
widened. "See you're already happy for me to help."
"I don't want to die," Tony choked on his
words, and tried to move, but he realized it only proved her point.
He didn't want her to go. Not really.
"We all die sometime," Lorelei said as her
hand caressed his cheek. "But while we're here," she fell forward
with her hands bracing herself on either side of his head, "we
should leave our mark. I'll give that to you in exchange for this."
She leaned forward and bestowed a kiss, one that would drug him,
bind him to her will. "When she released him, she looked into his
daze-filled eyes. "Will you let me help you, Tony?"
"Yeah," he whispered in a choked voice.
"I knew you'd see it my way," she said before
she lengthened her fangs and drove them into his neck.
Chapter Nine
Back at the hotel, Cassandra kicked off her
boots and grabbed her laptop sitting on the small table near the
nook and opened it. As she waited for the screen to light up so she
could enter her password, she grabbed the bread and peanut butter
on the counter behind her. She was glad she thought ahead and
rented a room with a kitchenette and a refrigerator. She didn't
know how long she'd be in town, but she had no desire to hunt down
food every night. She'd pick up a few more groceries tomorrow
morning.
Once she had her sandwich on whole wheat
bread, she grabbed the computer and made herself comfortable on the
bed, leaning against the pillows she had propped against the
headboard.
Tremayne and she were off to a good start in
finding the target or rather targets. They
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