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  The following material contains strong sexual content meant for mature readers. VAMPIRE FANGS VENOM has been rated BORDERLINE NC-17, erotic, by three individual reviewers. We strongly suggest storing this electronic file in a place where young readers not meant to view this ebook are unlikely to happen upon it. That said, enjoy…

  Chapter One

  “Oh,” she groaned aloud. There he was again, the dark mysterious figure that haunted her more nights than she cared to count. This time, they stood facing each other in the middle of a night-black forest; she was already frightened, her breathing frenzied and her heart pounding. She felt like she was caught in the middle of a Twilight Zone episode—death approached, but it was as if she were stuck in quagmire and couldn’t move.

  He edged closer, stepped into the moonlit glade between her and the protective foliage that had covered his form. A werewolf! Briana was shocked. Even though she was a strong person, she was too scared to move an inch. She’d expected a menacing stranger, not a fictional monster. He looked real enough, his body bulky with muscles, and she even noticed a musky odor.

  Abruptly, the creature jumped in one great predatory leap, landing directly in front of her. His weight crashed a small branch into kindling as he landed. Strangely, she wasn’t frightened, not now. Why? She didn’t know. Her heart thudded heavily against her chest, her breathing came out in short pants, but from another source entirely—she was turned on. Briana found this startling. The appearance of a savage, beast-like wolfman made her hot? It was insane, this sudden switch from terror to lust.

  For years, she had been involved in strange encounters with this mystery man, who tonight, had turned out to be a nightmarish creature. But this was turning into the weirdest experience she’d ever had. Once he had made his appearance in wolf/human form, she no longer feared his presence. It was as if there was a connection between them, a hidden knowledge she found puzzling.

  “Who are you?”

  His answer was a guttural growl, then a pounce onto her body. She fell to the ground, landing uninjured on a soft pile of leaves. For some crazy reason, she knew he did not intend to hurt her. The beast’s body was heavy, his long hair tickling against her exposed skin. She glanced down at her naked body, again surprised; she’d been wearing her nightgown earlier.

  Drool dripped onto her chin and she looked up into its beautiful, but eerie golden eyes, strangely unaffected by the savage grin of its fanged mouth. She still wasn’t frightened.

  Suddenly, he swooped down on her neck, sucked up flesh into his mouth, his teeth delicately holding the skin, but not piercing it. His warm tongue licked between the fangs, up and down, then made swirls, as if he drew on an invisible artist’s palate. My, it certainly felt real.

  Briana’s insides churned, heat concentrated in her neck and connected with her lower body in a surprising rush. Moaning, she arched her back. She wanted…she didn’t know what she wanted, perhaps more of his delicious feeling tongue. The werewolf released her with a quick flick of its tongue, then descended lower, nuzzled one breast, tickling the nipple into a hard nub simply with his downy soft facial hair. When he latched onto her nipple with his tongue and gentle nips of his teeth, her nerve endings were set to explode.

  She could see nothing but his golden eyes; his body hair melded with the ink black night so efficiently. But she didn’t need to see; she could feel. His large penis bumped against her thigh, as if asking permission to enter. Briana answered by spreading her legs wide, welcoming his hard length inside. She was ready, slick with need and wanting.

  It was unbelievable…it felt so good. Felt like he belonged there always, moving his large body in a rhythm she matched stroke for stroke. Panting like an animal, she was as hot and horny as a bitch in heat. Gripping his hairy butt, she urged him forward faster and harder. His large penis filled her completely and her vagina gripped him fiercely, squeezing her soft tissues in spasms around his hard length. An orgasm rippled through her and she moaned aloud.

  Abruptly, she pitched into wakefulness in complete confusion. Where was she? For a second, Briana looked around for a hairy form, but only the interior of her cozy hotel room met her gaze. Stretching, she was startled by the dampness of her arousal and the aching throbbing that emitted in rhythmic beats from her cloth covered crotch. Pressing her hand against that erratic beat, Briana shuddered as another orgasm erupted. It was a slow, long lasting climax, which made her groan and push her hand into her lips harder. Biting her lower lip, she rode the last wave of sensation rippling through her clit.

  Man, what a dream!

  A wet dream. She knew this was common for men, but didn’t think it was for women—she’d never experienced it before. Breathing slowly, she consciously slowed her body’s response to the highly erotic dream. It took a few minutes, but finally she had control of herself again.

  Why am I having such bizarre dreams when I’m having such a great time?

  Briana not only didn’t understand her strange, surreal dreams, but also didn’t understand herself anymore—at least after last night. She was here in New Mexico on vacation, sequestered in a quiet spa resort, Los Ojos, enjoying her first true vacation in a long time.

  The natural heated medicinal pools of the resort were heavenly; the soda pool was her favorite. She’d been soaking for hours each day. A daiquiri in hand made it easy to chat with others who came to relax as well. For the most part, the patrons of the spa were intellectuals, and like her, sought a quiet, less known place to relax. Briana had made several acquaintances, people she’d never see again, but it was surprising what you could discuss with strangers, private things you sometimes didn’t even share with friends. Subjects like dreams, goals unmet, and desires of the heart.

  Exchanges about boyfriends and job issues made the rounds with little forethought. She realized that maybe the conversation and companionship were the biggest plus to her trip, not the hot springs “tubs”, luxurious massages, pampering facial, nature hikes, or wonderful gourmet restaurant.

  Briana was simply too busy as manager for a large hotel in Dallas to have much of a life, period. She didn’t have regular girlfriends, unlike many of her co-workers; there never seemed to be time. She dated so infrequently it was the gossip of the hotel staff, and it was not due to her looks either; she was self-confident enough to know she looked just fine.

  Not one of the men she’d ever dated had piqued her interest either for more than a short period of time. Again, she didn’t understand why she seemed to have such a problem finding the right man. A few of the men had been “real catches”, as the female staff would say. They had good jobs, their looks ranged from cute to downright handsome, and they drove luxury cars. Of course, being a modern woman, she didn’t require a man to earn her living, and even orgasms could be easily achieved with a vibrator. But dates were nice. Having someone to share activities with was fun, and making love with a man was, for the most part, an experience she didn’t want deleted from her life.

  Lovemaking. Some lovers had been adequate, giving her an orgasm with mostly unskilled efforts, her climax probably due more to her own natural sensuality than anything else. A few were downright pitiful—a “two-minute man” wasn’t for her!

  Mark had come closest to someone she could spend a lifetime with. He was handsome and was the manager of a nearby hotel, so they had that in common. And they both enjoyed walks in the park, watching horror movies, and reading science fiction novels. He was even a spectacular lover, always bringing her to satisfaction more than once during a session.

  But, there was something she couldn’t put her finger on, some unfathomable reason why she couldn’t commit. S
he wasn’t afraid of commitment; at least she didn’t think so. Mark had even asked in a diplomatic way about an engagement, which she’d ignored. He was the one who broke off their long-standing dating relationship, after she’d dragged her feet for months in giving him a response.

  Getting up from the comfortable bed, she gulped down a glass of water. She had been having a fun vacation until he had appeared in her dreams. The dark figure she now knew was a wolfman. Sighing, she pushed the curtain aside, surprised when the sun’s rays hit her full force. Dressing quickly, she thrust thoughts of her disturbing dream from her mind, determined to enjoy a full day of activities. And she did.

  That night, she was exhausted. She’d made sure to hike, do yoga and swim, in order to guarantee a good night’s sleep. But, as she was drifting off peacefully, he called to her once again. She managed to ignore him and fall asleep anyway. Demanding attention, he made such a racket in her head; she finally awakened, disturbed and confused. She jumped up, grumpy and tired, but got dressed mechanically, without thinking.

  She was restless, paced the floor for over an hour, and then suddenly decided to go for a drive. The road she chose was dark, much of it long and straight, stretching for miles with nothing breaking the boring landscape. Flatland, with ugly shrub brush frequently marred its surface. She must have driven for hours, her thoughts flitting back to him, and all the appearances he’d made into her night realm. At all times she’d been aware of him, as if he sat at the back of her mind and sang to her. It was eerie, but beautiful.

  Finally, after hours, she pulled into some kind of cleared area. That singsong voice had stopped and somehow she knew she’d arrived at her destination. She was exhausted. Briana fell into a restless sleep. Waking at predawn, when the land was gray and indistinguishable, she waited for the sun to rise so she could see where the heck she’d driven herself during the night. She did not feel refreshed.

  It was dusky dark, not much to see except the huge, dark hump of something big directly in front of her vehicle. Probably a mountain from its shape. When the sun peaked the horizon, she looked through the windshield, and realized she had stopped in an area that looked like a primitive parking lot. It was dusty and small. She had no idea what it was a parking lot for, and right then, she didn’t care. Running a hand through her short locks, she peered with groggy eyes at the landscape.

  “What’s wrong with me?” She spoke aloud; the absolute silence surrounding her made her aware of the isolation of this park. Where am I? Out in the middle of nowhere, Briana answered herself—silently this time. God only knew where she was.

  Am I going insane?

  Chapter Two

  Sunrise was gorgeous, an awesome display of Mother Nature’s splendor, pale orange, mixed with deep coral and bright yellow. Briana ignored dawn’s panorama and stared up at the pine-covered mountain stabbing the skyline in front of her car. It was stark, standing out dramatically against the pale blue sky and flatlands surrounding it.

  She didn’t know exactly where she was, but at least she was in a park…of sorts. Didn’t look like one, but there was a beat-up sign off to the right that said “Skinwalkers Park”. She’d never heard of it, wouldn’t have expected to anyway since she wasn’t from these parts, but it was really a strange name for a recreational area—even one located in no man’s land. Must be Native American, she mused. Her curiosity wasn’t piqued enough to grab the map and look for it under the parks section. It was probably too small to be registered anyway.

  There was absolutely nothing else but the mountain in sight, no benches or picnic tables, and no walking trails. Well, I guess the path overgrown with shrub brush, leading straight towards the mountain, could be called a hiking trail.

  Not sure what to do, Briana was unexpectedly overcome by that restless urge. “Guess this time, I go for a walk.” Speaking aloud didn’t seem spooky now that daylight had arrived. She shrugged and shoved her stiff legs out of the car. Maybe a stroll would be refreshing, strange urgings or not.

  A refreshing chill pervaded the air outside, a relief from the cramped quarters of the car. Her knees protested at first, but soon she was warmed up enough to enjoy the rustic surroundings. A rabbit hopped across the trail and Briana smiled to herself. This walk would be pleasant after all.

  It was a good thirty minute hike to where the craggy mountain shot skyward at a steep angle. Thankfully, once she reached the base, she found steps carved into the mountain’s face; they angled up for several hundred feet, and then switched to a tiny, rocky pathway that wandered upward. She paused with one foot posed on the first step. Now, why am I about to climb this mountain? She couldn’t seem to find the answer within herself, yet something nudged at her mind, that singsong calling voice urged her onward.

  Shaky at her own thoughts, Briana blanked her mind and started up the steep steps. Taking a breather, after at least an hour of trudging up the sharp incline, she looked back down. Her car looked like a toy—she was getting pretty high up. Why continue? she asked herself, then shrugged. She didn’t know why she wanted to attain the top, but she did. A momentary fuzzy memory of questioning her own actions made her pause, but she lost her mental grip on it just as quickly.

  After many more minutes of strenuous walking, she glanced upwards, surprised to see the opening of a large cave. She hadn’t noticed that before, and she’d looked up more than once while climbing.

  It took only a few more scrabbles up a steep incline to a wide ledge before she reached the cave’s entrance. Didn’t look like anything special, just a large gaping hole in the cliff face.

  Then why did a ripple of alarm flash through her, like she was getting ready to enter a cave full of ferocious bears?

  Shaking off her silly thoughts, Briana stepped inside with confidence. This was a public park; therefore, the cave had to be well-known, at least to the locals, and thus safe for tourists to investigate. An odd sensation struck her when she stepped inside, a wave of nausea and blurring of her vision. Was she dehydrated? She’d forgotten to bring the water bottle with her.

  Thankfully, the interior was cool and felt good. The temperature outside had been rising quickly, and because of her rigorous hike, Briana had been feeling overheated and thirsty.

  The huge rocky foyer closed in quickly after a few dozen feet, ending in a tunnel about arms-length wide. It made her edgy—this small entrance to who knew what. She hesitated, but something called to her and she went on as mindless as a male spider lusting after his large mate waiting upon her web. Briana walked briskly down the slightly inclining floor of the subterranean passage.

  The lovely, smooth golden-brown rock wall drew her attention and she paused, running one hand down its cool surface, which was flawless as glass. She was stumped. How could Mother Nature create such seamless perfection? Could this place be an old mine? No, she answered herself, that didn’t make sense; mines weren’t works of art.

  Another puzzle were the light fixtures attached to the stone walls every ten feet on either side. Their appearance was normal enough, translucent globes. But there were no electric cables, and Briana didn’t see how lines could be buried beneath the rock face, or why anyone would go to that trouble and expense. Glancing into the small space between the globe and the rock wall, she saw a round bulb that looked like an opaque ball. It hung suspended, she could swear, in the center of the globe.

  Withdrawing her face from the lighting fixture, she was truly puzzled. Maybe it was a new space-age apparatus that was supposed to look futuristic and magical, but in reality worked on a simple mechanism. If she did meet any park personnel, she was determined to find out the globe’s secret.

  Shrugging, she continued down the tunnel, which ended in a wide, open area; it looked like a large room, except its walls were composed of rock. Several tunnels extended out from it like the spokes of a wheel.

  A figure stepped from the shadows at the far end and she jumped. Both his sudden appearance and the way he looked, startled her. He was handsome, with inky
black hair that caressed his collarbones, and a physique any man would envy. He approached her slowly and she saw he was tall, at least half a head taller than her own five foot nine frame.

  The faded jeans fit him just right, giving a hint of the muscular thighs beneath, while his royal blue polo shirt hugged his wide chest, outlining its sculpted contours. Were these clothes park staff would wear? She wasn’t sure, but asked, “Do you work here?” She waved a hand. “I didn’t see a sign posted for entry time or any fees.”

  “You came.”

  He stared at her intensely. It seemed by his statement that he completely ignored her remarks. Although his presence was surprising and exciting, his words astonished her more than his appearance. Yet, she found herself still inventorying his body, temporarily ignoring his words as well. This close she could see his eyes; they were as lovely as his male physique. Golden-yellow eyes a girl could get lost in.

  Shaking herself mentally, she said, “I don’t know what you mean. You sound like you were expecting me.”

  “I was.” He seemed puzzled. “You heard my call, that’s why you came.”

  “Look, I really don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been on vacation all week, and I didn’t receive any phone calls from a stranger before I left.”

  “Phone call?” His handsome brow knitted into wrinkles.

  “Uh, what’s your name?”

  “Raynor.”

  “That’s an unusual name.”

  “Yes, it means ‘mighty army’.”

  “I’m Briana.”

  “Briana,” he repeated in a soft, sexy voice.

  She tried to ignore the way his voice made her insides go mushy. “Well, Raynor, it seems as though you’ve got me mixed up with someone else.” She snapped her fingers. “I’ve got it, you set up a meeting with a blind date here.”

  His brow smoothed, but his jaw clenched as if he were angry. “You are saying you do not recognize me?”