Deadly Pursuit (A Blood Hunter Novel, #2) Read Online Free PDF

forked tongue.
    He turned back to the vampire who appeared relaxed, his lean body loose, but Jon sensed the coiled tension and the eagerness in his gleaming dark eyes. The guy was big, but not as big as Jon, and the bloodsucker was unarmed. Well, except for the fangs. A vamp had bitten Jon once, and he wasn’t about to let it happen again. Not that he could be turned—werewolves were immune to that particular side effect—but it had hurt like hell.
    His mood lightened. Yeah, this was definitely what he needed. How long was it since he’d been in an honest-to-goodness fight? Killing was his profession, but his business these days always seemed to be from a distance, and it always left a nasty taste in his mouth. Fighting the vamp would feel good—real good.
    He rolled his shoulders, easing the tension in his muscles, and heard the shirt rip down the back.
    The vamp’s eyes narrowed. “That’s my shirt,” he growled.
    “Yeah, I thought it must belong to someone puny.” He rolled his shoulders again and the material tore a little more. Grinning, he stripped off the rent fabric and tossed it at the vamp. “Have it back. It doesn’t fit anyway.”
    “Nice. Very nice.” Jon heard the muttered words of one of the women in the background but took no notice. The vamp didn’t try and catch the cloth, and it fell to the floor between them.
    He saw the moment when the vamp’s muscles tightened and readied himself. Jon’s vision narrowed, the rest of the room fading to nothing, his concentration fixed on his opponent.
    It still came as a shock when the vamp made his move, and Jon barely had a second to brace himself before the impact. Lightning fast, he slammed into Jon hard, pushing him back step by step, until Jon’s shoulders pressed against the smooth curve of the wall.
    He took a deep breath and lashed out with his foot, swiping the vamp’s legs from under him. The bloodsucker’s grip slipped, then tightened again, dragging Jon down as he fell.
    Jon landed on the bottom, his cheek pressed against the cool metal of the floor. He rolled instantly so he was on his back, just as the vampire reared up over him. Jon clenched his fist and punched him in the jaw. The blow hardly seemed to register, but it nearly broke Jon’s hand.
    “Can’t do better than that?”
    Jon gritted his teeth. Grabbing onto the other man’s shoulders, he smashed his forehead into the vamp’s nose.
    Jesus. The guy was like granite. But he heard the crunch of bone and the sharp acrid scent of blood filled the air.
    “Fuck, that hurt.” The vamp shook his head and blood sprayed across the room.
    “Don’t look so pretty now, do you?” Jon mocked.
    The vamp’s eyes narrowed as he licked a drop of blood from his lower lip. Then he raised his fist and punched Jon in the mouth. Fuck. A warm trickle oozed down Jon’s chin, and he resisted the urge to wipe it away. Instead, he bunched his knees to his chest between them and thrust out, hurling the vamp across the room so he crashed into a chair. Somebody swore loudly, but Jon ignored everything else. He rolled to his feet, charged, and slammed his head into the vamp’s belly, and they crashed to the floor again. He was vaguely aware of booted feet scrambling out of the way.
    They were rolling, each trying to get a grip. Pretty evenly matched in strength, each tried to get in the punch that would make a difference.
    Twisting, Jon freed himself and scrambled to his feet. His eyes stung with sweat, and he blinked. Blood smeared his chest from his cut lip, but the vamp looked no better. His nose was clearly broken.
    For a moment, their gazes locked. As Jon watched, the vamp slowly raised his hand to his face and licked the blood from his knuckles. Jon’s blood.
    Ugh!
    Thevamp’seyesglowedcrimsonnow, and