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  An XXL Soul Seductor Teaser

  By Amelia Gates

  All In - Soul Seductors Part I - An alpha bad boy paranormal romance - XXL Teaser

  By Amelia Gates

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  Copyright 2015 Amelia Gates

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  Hawke

  1 Corinthians 10:13

  No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.

  Little church girl Juliette has no fucking idea what she’s about to get herself into. She walks a few paces ahead, adamant to go back on her sentiment about no man being tempting enough to lead her off her path. Even a virgin has a boiling point and that twitch in her step is evident of a woman whose panties are hot with desire.

  “Just one drink,” she says, peeking over her shoulder.

  I stay behind, amused at how remarkable these bitches are when it comes to denial. She tells me she won’t do it. She tells herself she won’t do it. Oh but her panties, those panties are begging her to take them the fuck off. Just one drink she says, because well, she doesn’t drink that much. She won’t drink more, I know that for a fact because hell, she’s got all sorts of expectations from me and she damn well wants to be fully aware when I satisfy each and every one of them.

  “You believe in love at first sight,” she says and I can hear the smile in her voice.

  I believe in a lot of things, baby. A whole bunch of fucking nonsense. But love, love isn’t one of them.

  “Well, do you?” she asks again, begging me to give her an excuse for what she’s about to do.

  Love, well, love can wipe the slate clean. Love can make it okay that a man as sinful as Esau or Cain or Doeg to tempt her. The bible warns against temptation. Soon, poor little Juliette will have had temptation take her from kneeling in front of the Lord’s altar to kneeling in front of me.

  “I do,” I answer, giving her just what she wants. An excuse. A reason to forgive herself in the morning.

  She’ll pray about it. Ask God to forgive and forget but she’ll never be able to forgive herself. And fuck, it’s an awful thing I’m about to do because no matter how many times she calls his name; no matter how many Hail Mary’s she says, the Lord will no longer hear her.

  Juliette’s still ahead of me, keys dangling in her hands as she takes her tight ass up the stairs. This place isn’t right for her. It’s not a dump but not nearly luxurious enough for a woman as pretty as her. After tonight, her luck will change. She won’t understand it at first and when she does it’ll be too late.

  I tell myself I’m doing her a favour. It’s not that I really give a damn but somewhere deep down, I think it makes me sleep better at night. I didn’t choose to be a fucked up individual, life just dealt me a sinful hand.

  She opens the door to her mediocre apartment, the scent of lavender and incense stifling the crap out of me and Jesus-Fucking-Christ she really is a God freak. Daughter of a pastor and lamb of the Lord.

  My skin is on fire as I step through the door. Some greater and more righteous force is beckoning for me to turn the fuck around. I don’t but I also won’t give myself the length of time I’d initially wanted to spend.

  It’s better this way. I’ve got to meet the new chick, Maria Maria and Zorn might just cut my throat if I’m more than twenty minutes late. The bitch, Juliette, steps out of her heels and pushes them to the side.

  “So…” she starts, her face lighting up with a smile, “would you like some wine? Beer? I’m not much of a drinker. In fact… I only have a few sips of wine every so often. The beer is for when my dad comes over, he’s one of those football and beer types…He’s a pastor and all but you know, turned his life around but can’t kick the beer during Sunday night football.”

  Thanks for the update Juliette but I’ve done my fucking research on Papa dearest. Let’s just hope he doesn’t relapse if he finds out his daughter spent the night climaxing her way to whoredom.

  She continues talking and I zone her the fuck out. Telling me about how great daddy is to the people, how wonderful daddy is. I just want to fuck you. Period. End of fucking story.

  I watch the way her lips move, the way her hands are all gestures and her body all nerves. She pushes her silky golden locks behind her ear, looks at me and then looks down. Embarrassed, that’s what she is. Too damn ashamed to look her vice in the eyes. Moving closer to her, I catch her chin with my finger, tilt her head up and deepen our connection. She’s blushing. Her fucking cheeks went from carnation pink to crimson red.

  “You’re so beautiful,” I tell her. “God’s gift to man.”

  She takes it solely as a complement. Doesn’t dare to see herself as one of the promiscuous whores the bible tells us to resist, refuse and rebuke. Her lips part in an attempt to speak but her voice catches in her throat and her lips move with more hesitation.

  “How about we forget the wine, sweetheart,” I whisper, weaving my fingers through her long blonde hair.

  She tilts her head back and her eyes fall closed. I’ve got her right where I want her. All that talk about taking it slow, about just going back to her apartment for drinks, it’s through the fucking window.

  I start with my tongue on her neck, licking my way up and feeling the bob in her throat as she tries to swallow the tension that’s building up in her.

  “I’m not usually like this,” she assures me.

  “But you’ll make an exception for me.” I tell her.

  Taking it as a question, she answers, “mmhmm. Just for you.”

  “You want me to please you, don’t you?” I grunt, hoisting her skirt over her hips.

  She gasps, her eyes flickering open for a short moment before being whisked closed by the weight of the pleasure my fingers bring.

  Pushing my body closer into her, I press my erection against her stomach. I’m hard as fuck. This one will stick a couple notches in my quota, not that I’ve got any problems filling it but hey, the more the fucking merrier.

  Easing my jeans and boxers from my waist, I let her know that I’m ready to take her. But that’s not fucking all and I’m reminded of how much more this is supposed to be than just pleasure when my eyes wander up and I catch a glimpse of the Holy Father glaring at the both of us.

  She’s wrong for taking me here. So fucking wrong allowing me to bang her beneath a picture of her lord and saviour. I keep my eyes focused on him, cram my cock seven inches deep, ramming her back against the wall.

  She’s all breathy nonsense, gasping and moaning and crying out for more. And I give it to her. Oh, how I give it to her. My cock freakin’ pulsing and paining with ecstasy as her tight virgin pussy tightens around it.

  “Oh God,” she screams, her fingers digging into the skin on my back. “You’re so… Oh Hawke…”

  I take my time, ensuring to pay enough attention to her clit. Untainted pussy isn’t meant to be torn through. It’s more sensit
ive, needs more arousing to get past the pain and if I didn’t know better, I’d say this little bitch hadn’t been good at keeping her legs shut. She takes each thrust like a champ, feels the pleasure and discards the pain.

  I’ve had my fair share of virgins and usually… usually it takes a couple strokes to get them in the groove. Juliette. Oh, little Miss Juliette took it with gusto from the start.

  “That feel good, baby?”

  “Oh yeah,” she moans, her body bouncing up and down on my cock.

  “Something that feels so good, can’t possibly be bad for you,” I whisper and she nods in agreement. Good girl.

  Picking up my pace, I get her past the point of control. Her body’s twitching and riding out of rhythm, determined to sap up every last bit of pleasure. “I want all of you. Will you give me all of you, Juliette?”

  “Mmmhmm… Yeah… Yeah,” she moans.

  I slide out and then in, packing every ounce of power into my stroke. “I want your heart.” She nods. “I want your body.”

  “Take it,” she moans, her voice merely more than a whsiper “take all of me.”

  “I want your soul.”

  “Take it, Hawke. Oh yeah. Oh yeah.”

  “Say it again,” I demand, my fingers twitching fast against her button of a clit, my cock deep inside her.

  “Take my soul, Hawke,” she wails and I proceed, giving her everything I’ve got, pumping into her more pleasure than she can bear.

  ***

  I left Juliette’s place in less than five minutes after fucking her out of the promise she made with the lord. She begged me to stay, said I could spend the night. I didn’t assure her I’d be back because that would be a lie. I’m an asshole, not a liar. She’ll never see me again- not on purpose, at least. It’s better that way. Better for her and better for me.

  ***

  In the bar, Maria Maria and Zorn are cuddled up in some kind of fucking boondocks booth. Okay, so maybe cuddled up isn’t exactly the way to put it. Zorn’s got his don’t-give-a-shit attitude going on, feet cocked up on the leather sofa and Maria Maria’s curled into a ball of fucking nervousness. I feel sorry for the girl. So fucking sorry for her.

  I whack Zorn across the leg. “My man. What the hell’s been going on?”

  He greets me with a loose hug and a pat on the back. “Look at you coming in here louder than the fucking speakers.”

  “You know, just keeping it real. Gotta make sure my presence is felt.”

  He rolls his eyes and I take a seat beside Maria Maria, my leg bumping into her thigh. She draws back, tightens the fuck up and makes it known that I’m too damn close for comfort. I respect that.

  “How you doing, Maria?”

  “Maria Maria,” she says, twisting a dreadlock between her thumbs. Her eyes don’t meet mine and I can’t tell if it’s out of fear or annoyance.

  “Well excuse me, your highness,” I smile.

  “Just get it right, Hawke, okay? I’m not in here calling you Eagle or Vulture or…”

  “Got it,” I laugh. “Maria Maria it is.”

  Ever since she’s become one of us, she’s been fucking hell bent on having her name called twice. I’ve asked her why. Zorn’s asked her why. Kraze has asked her why. Payne’s asked her why. Every goddamn one of us has asked her why and every damn one of us has gotten the same reason- that’s just what I’d like to be called.

  “So what have you lovely folk been talking about?” My question is directed to Zorn more than it is to Maria Maria.

  He’s the one to answer, “well, Maria Maria feels like a prostitute,” he says sharply, stroking his long dark beard.

  I laugh, slap my hand down on her knee and just fucking rip with laughter.

  “I feel like a prostitute!” she says sternly and that fucking attitude in her voice shuts me the fuck up.

  There’s something about this damn girl that demands respect. And something about her that also makes me feel protective as hell. The protective aspect I understand. The first time I saw her she was drenched in tears and blood, shaking and screaming like some kind of fucking kid in a tantrum. She reminded me of me - a long ass time ago. A memory of myself that’s so backed up in my mind that I don’t know how it even managed to resurface. We succeeded in calming her down, taught her about what happened to her. But two weeks into this whole fucking mess she’s still not understanding that there’s only one way out.

  I guess now’s not a good time to mention what I was up to earlier.

  “Are you close to your quota?”

  She shakes her head, the badass attitude dissipating bit by bit. “I just can’t bring myself to do it, Hawke.”

  Zorn chips in, “women have it so fucking easy and they just don’t know it.”

  “What part of this is easy?” she snaps, her eyes glossing over and holy fucking hell, she’s about to cry.

  I touch my hand to her back and she tenses again, so I drop it. “Listen. Zorn and me, we’re here to help you. It’s a fucked up situation for all of us and…well, more for you and Zorn because I don’t know what the hell it’s like to be normal. But there’s only one way out. We all get our number of years and once that time’s done, we’re back to being whoever the hell we were sent on this earth to be.”

  She actually cries now. Tears stream down her fucking face and my chest tightens. I look at Zorn, hoping he’ll do something but he looks fucking shell-shocked. We don’t know how to deal with any of this shit. Before her, we were just a bunch of guys. All testosterone. We’d knock back drinks, joke, laugh, bloody our knuckles, fuck our cocks sore and seduce the souls out of every horny whore that was dumb enough to slip their panties past their thighs. This whole oestrogen shit, it’s new to us.

  “Listen, what if I find the people for you. I’ll get the best souls possible - ones that… I dunno…will take away at least five from your quota. Would that make you feel better?”

  “I’d still have to do the same things to them. I’m not cut out for this!”

  I think of a million and one different routes to take but end up turning to tough fucking love. “Listen,” I take her hands into mine, “this is your life now. This is it. This is what you fucking get and you can whine about it or you can do what the fuck needs to be done. In this world, it’s every man for his goddamn self. You’re a good person, Maria Maria. This shouldn’t be the hand that you’re dealt and so fucking what if you need to shit on somebody else just to get ahead. It’s what the fuck you need to do. Choose you before you choose them.”

  “I…” she struggles to form her words.

  “You will do this. I want to see you free. I never wanted you in this shitty ass spot to begin with. But Kraze did what he did and God wasn’t there to help you.”

  “Hawke is right,” Zorn adds. “I’m on a different path than you though. I think I might just be okay with what I’m doing so, yeah, there’s a little bit of evil in me but some days I wake up and wonder how on earth this could be worth it. Some days I see the owners of all the souls I’ve taken…” he pauses, sucks in a long breath and continues, “and then I drive my ass to the cemetery and realize that I’m not ready to have some fucker step on my grave. Not just yet!”

  “So you get your encouragement from dead people,” she snorts.

  “I get my encouragement from being able to fucking live,” he shoots back. “You look at all the people you’ve ruined and you can think they’re better than you. Hell, some of them might be. But put yourself in their spot. If they had to do the same shit as you to be free, they would…and they’d do it to you without batting a fucking eyelid.”

  “That’s comforting,” she wipes away the last of her tears with the back of her hand. “I mean, look at the both of you…”

  “What about us?” Zorn asks.

  “You’re like…badass looking,” she sniffles.

  “The both of us,” I laugh, slamming my hand against the table in protest. “I look handsome as hell. Check out this smile,” I wink at her. “It’s
Zorn over there that looks like he just stepped out of the Hell’s angels.”

  Zorn runs a hand over his beard, his face lighting up at my reference. He’d never admit that it’s the look he was going for but even a blind man can see it.

  Finally, Maria Maria lets out a small laugh.

  “You work with what you have,” Zorn says. “Plus, you’re not the one to talk, for a girl you sure rival me when it comes to tattoos. Last time I saw you, you only had the illuminati shit on your hand and maybe that one on your neck. Heck, the first fucking time I saw you, your skin was as white as Hawke’s bare ass.”

  “It’s better than the scars,” she says, stretching her arms in front of her.

  I’ve got nothing to say to that.

  Zorn decides not to make it awkward and stretches his arm in Maria Maria’s direction. They’re both decked out in tattoos. If we’re talking numbers, Zorn’s got one up on Mari Maria but the bitch is on a roll.

  Me, I’m more of a natural skin kind of guy. I live in fucking Miami, so heck, the sun’s all the tattooing I need.

  “So,” I interject, “now that the mood’s a little bit lighter…”

  “Oh Jesus!” Zorn laughs, “What kind of crazy ass proposal do you have now.”

  I wrap an arm around Maria Maria’s shoulder and this time she doesn’t shrug me away.

  “You’re my sister, right?”

  “Umm…” she smiles, biting her lip.

  “Well, soon enough you’ll consider yourself family. But back to what I was saying. You’re my sister and a brother’s gotta help a sister out. Right?” She gives me a half smile. “See, I’ve been thinking about some of the best ways for you to get what you need without having to go on some kind of Mt. Everest guilt trip about it.”

  “Yeah,” she nods.

  “Do you judge a man by his past?”

  “Yeah… I mean, no,” she stutters.