Page 4 of The Hunted


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My dick jerked in my cargo pants. What the actual fuck? No female in my existence as a human and now vampire had ever had that effect over my dick.

“You want Sam Mason?” Roman asked in a shocked tone. “The Sam Mason of the Mason family? Why the fuck would you take out a club of vamps to lure him out?”

That was the million-dollar question.

“Sam Mason,” Red said, “we know you’re close by. Might as well come out, or I’ll gut your half-breed.”

“You have no idea what you’re up against,” Roman said.

“Shut the fuck up, or else I'll pump more drugs into you. Then you won’t be able to move for a year,” the third human said.

“Go ahead,” Roman chided, “but be warned: you three are dead.” His tone was sharp and jagged.

I had all sorts of powers to handle these humans, but none that would bode well for them. I wanted answers anyway, like who hired them.

Red raised her voice, “Mason, if you don’t show yourself by the time I count to three, your comrade will die. We’re not bound by vampire law.”

Might as well get this comedy show over with. The scared vampires who had bolted might not have been inclined to stop these humans, but with my powers, I had no problem. In fact, they were in for a rude awakening.

“Olivia, Kraft, stay put until you receive my command.” I didn’t want to risk them getting shot with one of those darts. It was bad enough that Olivia had been a victim of the endotoxin a few years back and almost didn’t make it.

Then I plastered on a grin and waltzed in with my hands raised. “So, what will it be, ladies? A threesome or a foursome?” I wasn’t exactly digging the brunettes, but if they offered, I wasn’t one to turn down a night of blissful sex.

I was five steps in when Roman laughed. “Let me guess. You’re tailing me?”

I jerked my head to my left. The shorter brunette was standing at Roman’s side, although a good distance from him, and had a gun aimed at his neck.

“Seems to me you’re in a bind,” I said to Roman.

Several darts were embedded in his chest, and his silk shirt had burn holes in it.

“Apparently, there’s something in these darts that won’t let me move my fucking limbs. You should try it, Mason,” he said. “Ladies, what are you waiting for?”

Rianne, the taller brunette, trained her gun on me.

“I guess group sex is out of the question.” Then I glared at Rianne, who had her brown eyes narrowed, her hands steady on the gun, and her nostrils flared. “I would think twice before you use that gun on me.”

“What are you waiting for, Rianne? Do it,” the short chick said.

“Shut up, Jordyn,” Rianne said without taking her eyes off me. “Something tells me he’s going to be a problem.”

I roared with laughter even though the women were getting on my last nerve.

“Tell you what.” I regarded Red, who had Ben pinned against the bar and was ready to plunge the needle into his neck. “Let Ben and Roman go. Then you can shoot all the drugs you want into me.”

Red gave me the most blinding grin as she rammed the needle into Ben.

Instantly, he collapsed to the floor with a thud.

Scorching anger gripped my throat. “If he dies, I have no problem killing humans.”

“Amen,” Roman said. “Maybe there’s hope for you, Mason.”

Rianne fired her gun, the dart on a collision course for my chest.

Quick as a flash, I slid to one side before I had my hand around her throat with vampire speed. My fangs dripped with venom, and on a blink, my eyes flashed from green to silver.

The gun dropped and boomed to the floor. Rianne’s small hands gripped my wrist as she struggled for air. I let up just a tad, eager to find out why these women wanted me.