Sugar & Spice
Sequel to Brothers of the Night

Spice, covered with the blood of another kill, stumbled along the sandy stretch, frightened and out of breath. She heard a faraway sound, looked up into the sky, and saw a helicopter circling the area.

They had spotted her!

Her eyes darted around. Where would she hide? She tried to run, but the sand was too deep. God, what was she going to do? They were close, so close they were beginning to bear down on her. And then from somewhere far away, laughter and gay, musical strains grabbed her attention.

Not the Reef, no, not the Reef!

She needed the darkness of the woods, so she turned away from the promenade and tried to run faster, but her steps were slow and awkward in the sinking sand. The helicopter lowered, drawing closer and closer, the sound hurting her ears. She hid her eyes from the giant spotlight that scraped the ground erratically. She tried desperately to hide from it, but it followed her. A flood of fear engulfed her. Her chest heaved. Her eyes watched the monster in the air as she scurried along the shore. Desperate for someplace to hide, she looked out at the ocean wishing she could lose herself in the waves. She fell repeatedly, becoming bogged down again and again in the sand. She needed to get to the woods, to the animal dens and caves where she could hide.

The beast was so close she could feel the hot air of the motor blowing down on her and choked on the oil and gas fumes that gushed toward her. With the putrid breath of the monster breathing down her neck, she couldn’t go on much longer, and looked around.

Oh, God! she thought and suddenly stopped. I'm going the wrong way!

She turned, but the helicopter swooped down again, blocking her way. She was forced to turn and continue the way she had started. She looked ahead and saw the Reef’s promenade. If she went there, she’d have nowhere to hide, but she couldn’t stop. She had to try to get lost in the crowd. It was her only chance. Finally her feet met the pavement. The speed of her pace picked up, and she broke through the crowd, looking for somewhere, anywhere, to go. Her eyes anchored on the Rock Candy Club only a few yards away. She had to try to reach it, but when she tried, she found herself surrounded by tourists who blocked her way. The spotlight surrounded her, highlighting her bristly red hair and her mutated face and body.

She lunged forward, trying to get away from the light, but couldn’t. She whirled around and around. The sound of the rotors, the angry shouts from the hunters, it all mingled with the crowd. There were screams and murmurs in the crowd. With her heightened senses, she could hear their voices.

“My God,” whispered the murmuring accents. “What is it?”

“Some kind of animal,” came an awe-filled answer.

She was cornered, trapped.

Sobs choked her. Tears streamed down her face, blinding her. She turned and ran one way, then another, but there was no place she could hide.

With a dramatic sweep of one arm, a uniformed man in the ’copter threw a lasso that fell around her shoulders. Fear renewed itself within her, and she fought like a wild animal. Before she could get out of it, the helicopter rose, tightening the rope around her, and lifted her from the pavement. She struggled, her legs flailing as she squirmed furiously. Finally a car with a screaming siren and squealing tires skidded to a stop. Three men jumped out and advanced on her slowly. Fear rose in her while her heart thrashed in her chest. She watched as the line of men came closer and closer, guns pointed at her, and on their belts hung hatchets and flashlights.

Suddenly a pair of strong arms caught her from behind.

She kicked and growled, her twisted, claw-like talons scratching through the air while the others closed in and held her fast. She struggled, trying to hide her face from the light, but it was too late. She stood exposed in its hated brightness. While she thrashed about, another group of men came forward carrying a crudely built cage. It took several of them, but they managed to throw her in and lock it.

When she was at last contained, the crowd on the promenade applauded and circled the cage. They stared at her while she growled and flailed her taloned hands through the bars. Still under the influence of the moon, she had a wild-woman look about her. Blood smeared her hands, breasts, and face, and her body resembled that of an Amazon warrior, strong and extremely voluptuous. Her wild movements caused her hair to fly around her head, partially hiding her penetrating eyes that glared through the thick, red, bristly strands. She glared at them as they talked about her.

“Look at her eyes,” one man whispered. “My God, she has something of a nocturnal look about her, almost as if she were created from the night. I’ve never seen anything so wild and beautiful.”

ADULT EXCERPT

The moon shimmered and danced while the white billowing curtains leapt in the wind like white flames of fire in the dark room. During her show at the Rock Candy Club, Sugar chose another victim. Now she lay with him, her hair flung across the pillow, the petals of her throbbing pussy dripping with her juices. It throbbed like a living thing, reaching out, pulsing, aching, anxious to take the man’s masterful cock into its warm, slick bed of ecstasy.

“Sugar,” the man moaned in her ear, “never in my life have I known sex like this. You’ve no inhibitions. You’re wild. An animal.”

“Who told you?” she teased huskily.

With a moan, he pushed his cock forcefully and filled all of her, probing deep into her until she arched passionately. She offered her breasts as she writhed, raking her nails down his arms while clinging to him like a life preserver in a stormy sea. She urged upward, chasing the elusive release, but it wouldn’t come. And then when it burst upon her, it wasn’t enough! She could feel his cock becoming limp, but she was still hot! Oh, God, he wasn’t enough! She needed more. She looked around in the darkness for the other man, but saw no one. She remembered leaving the club with two men. Where was he?

“Where’s your friend?” she said almost desperately.

“He’s waiting outside.”

“Get him in here, quick,” she whispered desperately. “I need…I need…more.”

“You mean…here…with you?”

“Yes, hurry.”

While Logan went to the veranda to signal his friend to come up, Jennifer lay there, her body hot and her pussy dripping and anxious for more. Her hands stroked her breasts while her body anxiously awaited the hot invasion she longed for. Slowly she began to stroke herself, her hands making their way down her feverish body to her pussy. She lovingly caressed it, longing to sink her fingers inside and put out the fire that raged.

“Logan, hurry,” she begged as she stroked her thighs, her anxious fingers still flirting with her pussy. Each touch and stroke she made pulled a soft moan from her throat until she finally saw them come in. The friend rushed over to her and crouched down beside her.

“My name is Tyler…”

“Shhh,” she said as her hand pressed against his mouth. “That’s all I need to know, Tyler.”

“Logan said you sent for me?” His breathing became labored as he looked down at her exquisite body.

She followed his hungry gaze. “Do you want to fuck me, Tyler?”

“Hell, yes, Sugar. I’ve wanted to fuck you since the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“Do it, Tyler,” she said, pulling at his clothes, anxious to feel his muscled body against hers.

When he was naked, he pulled her roughly, almost violently to him, shattering her calm with the hunger of his kisses. She came alive. She wanted to eat him, to suck on his cock until she drained him of every ounce of his juices, so with a soft moan, she pushed him on his back and grabbed his cock, causing him to gasp. She kissed his chest, his nipples, her lips making a moist trail down his body until she found his cock. She could feel it growing in her hand and getting hard as a rock. When she felt he was ready, she was half ice, half flame.

Hot with life, desire and cold with death.

The throbbing veins on his stiff erection mesmerized her. Entranced, she opened her mouth and extended her tongue to lick each one.

She looked upward as he let out a whimpering moan.

She squeezed, sucked, and caressed, causing his hips to undulate wildly. Bringing him into impossible heights of passion, her hunger grew. Finally, she drew him inside her while she rode above him.

Logan could tell that Tyler couldn’t last much longer, and although he had already had Sugar once, he wanted her again. When Tyler finally pulled away, Logan took his place.

“Put your finger on my clit. Hurry.”

Logan pulled her thighs up and fingered her clit while she moaned and arched her back. While she writhed wildly in his arms, he inserted his cock into the already slick little cunt, and she took her pleasure again and again until she felt the heat begin to spread.

Suddenly she knew.

The time was now. Now while her hair was turning a bristly red, now while her claws were slowly extending, now when she could feel her body flood with unnatural strength, and now, when Sugar had stealthily turned to Spice.

In full surrender, she gave herself up to the moon’s stinging rays, feeling her blood hunger rise like a pot boiling within her. Anxious to slake her thirst, her eyes lowered, looking for the spot for her feast.

There it was, moving beneath his skin with a compelling rhythm.

Longing filled her as she watched the surface pulse with life. Her tongue darted, licking and sucking, feeling his blood sensuously surge through him. It was like pounding ocean surf as it thrashed beneath her seeking tongue. And then, with her hunger at its most ravenous, her teeth grew into tiny sharp-edged knives in anticipation.

The moment was now!

Now, while he was languishing in the height of passion, now, when the glorious urge for completion had been reached, now while he was bathed in a red hot glow, now while his strength was gone, now!

With a bloodcurdling scream, and her blood hunger at his height, she threw herself forward and buried her teeth into his neck—and ripped!

Tyler turned at the sound of the scream and saw his friend being mutilated. “Oh my God,” he yelled and started to run, but Spice was quicker than him and pounced on his back like a savage animal.

When her bloody feast was over, she lifted her flesh-ridden face to the moon and howled. The sound that echoed through the black night wasn’t one of triumph, but a long cry of suffering and torment.