The 777 Game.

I was tagged by Sascha Illyvich in the 777 game.

Take your current wip, go to the 7th page and copy and paste the first 7 lines.

It's that simple.

My seven are from my current wip, Hunter's Bounty.

Lana woke feeling better than she ever had in her undead life. She took a shower in the tiny bathroom and went to find Devon. Not that it would be hard in the small house. She entered the den and he was pacing back and forth. “You ready to get started?”

“Yes, I didn’t think you were ever going to wake up.

I want to share with you an excerpt from Hunter's Bounty.

“How ya doin’ over there? Are you still with me?” She’d been so still for the last hour or so and the sun was rising fast. He needed to find a motel for them to crash for the day. He was looking forward to feeding his little vampire. He knew she was just as turned on as he’d been. He felt it in their connection.

“Yes, I’m still with you, but not for much longer.” Her body slumped over in the seat with her head leaning against the window. He could see her cheek smashed against the glass in the side mirror, and he chuckled quietly. To be so tough she looked almost innocent in sleep.

“I’m gonna get off this exit. I saw a sign for a motel a little ways back. You just rest while I handle this stuff. I’ll have you in the bed in no time.” That was his plan. Of course, he wanted her awake for the ride, but he could wait until she woke up. It would be murder on him, but he could wait.

He pulled into his assigned space in front of their door and stopped, noticing she was softly snoring. Nothing louder than a whisper, but it made her look vulnerable, and that meant he would have to protect her, not the other way around. He already knew that was a fight in the making with her, but makeup sex was just as fun as any other. He carried in the backpack and hid the weapons under the backseat.  Next was carrying Lana inside. He opened the door slowly, so she didn’t fall out; he caught her head in his hand and scooped her up into his arms, carrying her inside. “Yeah, you’re one tough cookie aren’t you?” He said into her hair as he carried her. She needed to feed and quickly, so he woke her up enough for her to understand him.

“What do you want? I’m sleeping here.” She turned away from the sunlight peeking in between the curtains.

Devon immediately drew the shades which gave it a night effect. He hung the ‘Do Not Disturb” sign on the door handle, so there would be no interruptions. He went back to his little vamp and settled in beside her. He nudged her a few times, trying to wake her.

“What? I’m sleepy.” She barely had her eyes open, but she was eyeing his neck.

“You need to feed, Lana. So I need you to wake up just enough to do that.” He wanted her awake for more reasons than one, feeding was just an excuse. He knew she could only resist the blood lust for only so long and he was counting on it. She pulled her head off the pillow, just enough for him to cradle her and bring her closer to him. He watched as her eyes went from brown to black and her fangs dropped down. “That’s it Lana, take all you want.”  He turned his head, waiting for the small sting of fangs piercing his skin. The sting that would ignite a flame between them both. He couldn’t believe the pleasure he got from feeding her.  It was like she was tapped into him on a sexual level without having sex.

She licked his neck and kissed his flesh softly, then bit into him. He felt it immediately, the blood lust sparking to life inside her. He felt her being overwhelmed by it. She sucked harder and small whimpers escaped her.

“I need to take you now, Lana.” He was rock solid and ready to go. He felt her energy flaring to life from his blood and smelled her sex. She was on top of him in a split second. He knew she was allowing him access to her body. Access he would take advantage of. He unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper, gaining access to her wet core. His fingers searched for her tiny little clit to rub it in tiny little circles. She was so wet he had no trouble finding anything. His fingers glided through her arousal as he slipped two fingers inside her.

She lifted her pelvis and rode his fingers while she finished sucking his blood. He felt the smooth rasp of her tongue closing the wounds, then he flipped her underneath him.

“Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He lifted her, pulling her shirt over her head. “Lift up honey.” He pulled her jeans down off her legs and tossed them to the floor. The only thing left was a small scrap of silk. He pulled them aside, ripping them and his tongue went straight to her clit. “Damn, I needed to taste you.” A sharp cry left her lips as he swirled his tongue around her clit. He finger fucked her getting her ready for him.

“Devon, please. I need you now.” He backed off the bed and quickly stripped his jeans off, ripped his shirt over his head and crawled back on top of her. “You ready darlin’?