by Brynn Burke
I get on my knees and crawl over to him. Looking him over, noticing all the blood. So much blood that I would assume he is dead if it weren’t for his shallow breathing. I reach an arm out and move the long brown strands of hair out of his face. As my fingers hit his skin, I feel the same exact way I did when I first met Wyatt.
His scent is so different, so unlike Wyatt. He smells like sunshine and pine trees. Killian is the complete opposite. He smells like the first winter’s fall of snow and a hint of the most enticing, erotic flower.
Once again, I notice my body starting to get flushed and heated. I can feel the need escape me from my most sensitive place.
Not right now, I try to tell my body.
This is not the time or place. Definitely not when the man in front of me is on death’s door.
I hear commotion coming from the direction Wyatt ran to in order to get his twin out of the truck. Out of nowhere I see a wolf flying in the air, hitting the ground with an unforgiving force, so much so that it shakes the ground around us. The noise coming from it’s body as it makes impact, it’s sickening. It’s loud and the ground surrounding the white wolf is cracked up, almost looking like a meteor hit the ground.
I know… deep in my gut that there are forces upon us that we are not capable of fighting off. I go and reach for the strips on the right side of my knee. I don’t want to move this man if his injuries aren’t wrapped. So many things could happen. He could bleed out and die within moments.
I go and reach for his arm, but he moves slightly. I look at Killian and his eyes are blood red. It frightens me but in his current state. I have to keep reminding myself that this Monster look alike is injured and can’t hurt me in his condition.
I hear him speak. It is low and mumbled. He swallows and tries again as I move my head closer so I can hear the words escaping his lips.
“Bl-ood…. Need. Blood.”
What?
I rise and look around.
Where am I supposed to get blood from?
I hear a voice that sounds as if it right next to me.
There’s no mistaking the tone as Wyatt’s. “Oksana, he needs your blood. We cannot fight without him.”
“What am I to do?” I ask in my mind, confused by all of this.
“Give him access to your neck.”
“No, I can’t.” I shake my head, thinking that this idea is ludicrous.
“It is the only way.”
Shit.
I lean forward and place my neck right within reach of his mouth. A few moments pass and nothing happens. Then I feel one of his hands caress my cheek, holding me as he leans his body forward. I expect pain as he bites me, but pain is not what greets me. Instead the tension between my legs increases rapidly. I close my eyes and see thousands of little stars.
Pleasure.
This is what I feel. Indescribable pleasure… Even more so than what I felt with Wyatt.
A slight pain in my mouth on the top row of my teeth has me curious, never happening before. I feel around with my tongue and I wince as the metallic taste of blood meets my taste buds. Did I just cut myself? This isn’t making any sense right now. I’m brought out of my thoughts as blood continues to pool in my mouth, confirming that I just nicked my tongue. The blood slides down my throat and the thought of it swarms through my mind.
Blood.
I need more.
I can’t think of much else, even as my body moves on its own accord.
I sink my teeth into this man’s arm, the arm that was just moments ago caressing my cheek.
8
Killian
Her blood.
It’s so pure, so euphoric.
As the warm liquid slides down my throat, gulp after gulp, I can feel my injuries begin to knit themselves back together.
But out of nowhere she shocks me beyond belief. Oksana’s teeth sink into my forearm and my cock grows rock hard. Rigid. Craving to sink my cock deep within her pussy, claiming what’s truly mine.
Now I’ve had my fair share of playmates. Different types of supernaturals and not one of them has ever been this enticing, or could cause such a reaction from my body. I want to flip her over on her back and fuck her right on the tarmac, not giving a flying hell who is here to witness.
I know my thoughts are dark and sexual, but it is a lot better than thinking all sentimental.
Over analyzing the feeling that she is currently bringing forth. The feel of having another vampire’s teeth drinking your life force, which I have never allowed. The feel of having a mate, which I never wanted. The feel of two people sealing their bond for life which I never thought I’d have.
I never expected this to happen when I came after her. I had a feeling she would react just like she did when she noticed me in the passenger seat of the vehicle. Assuming that fear and terror would just wash over her. That is what I expected and that is what I got. I know what I look like. The spitting image of Archer Addison. I’ve been doomed with his hair, eyes and even the same damned jaw structure. Our bodies are the same; tall and muscular but not overly so. You wouldn’t believe how many times I have been confused for the man.
Only difference is the hair. I have grown mine out over the years to have a trait indifference to him. That is why I knew our meeting for the first time would not be so simple.
I heard the conversation she had with Wyatt. I know what he asked of her to do, the one thing I couldn’t bring myself to ask. I know everything she had been through and Archer biting her… it was one of the first things she had experienced in captivity. It was not a pleasurable experience for her which seems strange considering that a vampire’s bite is supposed to be pleasurable… but not to her.
I did in fact need blood in order to heal, that is not a lie. If I didn’t get it, I would heal in due time but with all the chaotic noise surrounding the area, well, we are all in trouble.
When she first latched on Oksana was hesitant, slow like she was feeling it out, savoring the taste. The first large gulp of my blood she takes in is almost too much. It feels like her lips are wrapped tight around my cock, trying to milk me to completion. At this point my injuries are completely healed, I just don’t want to ruin the moment by pushing her away. Fuck me! This just feels so fucking good.
“Killian.” My name being yelled inside my head by Wyatt breaks the moment. I’m on the verge of spilling in my pants is definitely not something I want to hear in the throws of passion.
Damn it.
I recede my fangs into my gums and lick her wound. Vampire’s saliva has a healing agent that clots the blood and causes a wound to immediately scab over. She is already too weak from all that my father has done to her. Hopefully my blood will give her some strength she so desperately needs.
I try to move my arm away from her, but she grabs onto it even tighter, forcing her fangs deeper within my flesh. In order to get her unlatched, I have to stick my finger in her mouth and pry it open. Not that I minds that she wants me, I am enjoying the way she just can’t seem to get enough so much. But atlas I have my father’s goon squad to take care of.
As soon as I remove her from my forearm, she growls and not that of a human, actually she sounds more like a wild beast. She turns her head and looks at me while climbing up my body. Her eyes are bright yellow with a swirling red around her irises and the fangs in her mouth…
And holy fuck, she has two sets instead of one.
Woah… okay… that’s new.
I sit up and grab her by the shoulders. Her chest is rising and falling rapidly, and I can hear the breath enter and leave her mouth. She keeps shaking her head as if she is having an internal battle with herself.
“Chérie,” I say trying to gain her attention, but she doesn’t acknowledge me. I lift her by the shoulders and place her on the ground next to me. She still is in her current state which looks to me like she is having a supernatural panic attack.
What am I to do?
I am not a person who knows how to help someone
in this kind of situation.
“Wyatt,” I say into my head. “I think I may have broke her.”
“What the hell do you mean you broke her?” Wyatt’s anger does not go unnoticed.
“Trade. I’ll take care of those bastards… will you come take care of her?”
Yes, now that sounds like such a great plan… since I had no idea what to do in order to fix whatever it is that I have done to her.
Wyatt’s comes sprinting over in wolf form and as soon as he is in distance, he rubs his snout and body all over her. Her breathing starts to regulate and that’s the only reassurance I need in order to leave her side.
I stand and it’s like I am a whole new person. My body feels energized and honestly, I once again feel powerful. Like I can take on the world, same as when I tasted her blood from the vial.
I see Elliot off in the distance taking blows from the twenty plus vampires surrounding him. He looks worse for the wear. He is being kicked and hit from all directions.
Unacceptable tag teaming on one person?
That is just not fair.
With the speed of light, I break the neck of all these scum bags. I didn’t need to kill them, they’ve done nothing wrong except for following orders of Satan’s offspring. I can say that since I am his son.
I look over at Elliot just as he stands. The motherfucker is absolutely huge. I always gave the twins shit because they are wolves but let me just tell you… they are absolutely hideous. I would rather be a bloodsucker any day rather than change into a furry ass mutt.
Clearly, I am not a fan. It could be the fact they smell horrendous or that one bite from them will kill my kind. Not just any old werewolf though, just direwolves, the type of breed the twins are… who can possibly be the last of their existence.
Often when we were on the same case, I would avoid them and purposely do shit to piss them off. We ultimately wanted the same thing when we would work these cases, but they were more about the humans. They’d give them somewhat of a comfort where as I gather evidence to take down the culprit. Justice needed to be served and that’s what I did.
Don’t get me wrong, sometimes they would go after the criminal themselves, but more than likely it’s me and I’m completely okay with that.
I turn and start walking back to the destination I left Oksana at. We need to get out of here before more of Archer’s men show up, but what I don’t expect to see is a police vehicle driving at high speed towards the scene of all that just went down, rather heading in the exact location of my mate.
9
Hadley
The last thing I did was ask whoever was with Oksana to put her on the phone. I even threatened them and said I wasn’t fucking kidding before I heard screaming, grunts of pain, and metal scrapping against something. The line went dead shortly after that.
I know something bad happened, but I can’t bring myself to move. I remain rooted in place staring at the phone in my hand. I don’t know how long I’ve been staring, but I can feel tears prickling the back of my eyes refusing to fall.
I don’t accept this.
I refuse to believe something has happened to her when I just got her back.
So many of my questions go unanswered. Like what in the actual fuck happened the night of prom, where she has been, and why the hell did she leave me. I would have gone with her.
I close my eyes and feel a sharp pain radiate up through my arm. I wince and drop the phone to the ground.
What the fuck?
I donn’t have time to analyze the feeling. I pick my phone up off the ground and dial the number of someone I know will help. The one person who would do as I ask of them with no questions asked. That’s what I need right now, no fucking questions.
The phone rings over and over again. I’m about two seconds from leaving him a voicemail telling him he’s going to be assigned desk duty for the next three months when he answers, sounding all peppy. His perky attitude just pisses me off.
“Hello there, Sergeant. What can I do for you on this fine morning?”
“Avel, I need you to look up this number and tell me it’s exact location.” Yes, the person who works with me, is none other than my partner Avel Turner. The man who also happened to be my senior prom date. Never could get rid of the fucker. I guess he thought I needed protection, someone to take care of me or some shit like that so he followed me around these past few years. He joined me in the academy, in the same precinct. He’s an annoying little shit, but I am grateful for him.
Not that I’d ever tell him that.
I rattle off the phone number from my recent call and within moments I am told of the location. It’s a few towns over. It’ll probably take me twenty minutes tops if I head over to the precinct and take one of the cop cars. Yes, that is exactly what I am going to do. I’m just about to hang up the phone when I hear Avel talking on the other line.
“… I could come with you, ya know. I haven’t left the office yet, catching up on some paperwork.”
Ugh.
“No, I have to follow up on something… alone. I will fill you in later.” I hang up the phone and race to my room. I put my dirty uniform back on, not even bothering to throw my hair back up in its tight bun, instead I throw it into a pony tail.
It’ll have to do.
This is too important of a situation and I really don’t give a fuck if I am in regulation or not.
I have always followed all the rules. I’m actually the sergeant who is known to be quite the stricter when it came to everything being dress right dress, in order… so if anyone has something to say about my appearance… well they can just fuck off.
I start throwing a little to-go bag together. After the vision I had, I know without a doubt that the person whose body I was in was Oksana. From what I could tell there are some things that she would need. That includes clothing since she’s walking around in her damn birthday suit.
Just as I enter my closet, I hear knocking at my front door. This is just what I need right now, some unplanned visitor showing up. I have no friends and I really don’t feel the need to talk to anyone unless they are my coworkers or a criminal whose rights need to be read.
I shout loud enough for everyone in the building to hear, especially the person at my door.
“Go away, come back another time. I’m busy.” But the pounding keeps coming.
Fuck.
I really don’t have time for this bullshit.
I throw the bag down on the bed and head to the front door. I swear to god, if this isn’t a life or death situation… hell, I don’t give a fuck if it is or isn’t. If they need help, they can call 911 like everyone else.
I open the door about to give the person an earful but as soon as I take a look at the person in front of me…
I become completely tongue tied.
This man… he is tall, muscular but not overly so. His hair is long and flows in ribbons down his back The coloring is like nothing I have ever seen before; it is black but has streaks of purple and green throughout. His ears are slightly pointed, but it’s his eyes they are the lightest shade of lavender.
He has fucking purple eyes. He must be one of those freaky artist types. Weirdo.
What in the world?
I don’t even get a moment to collect my baring because the man barges right in my home like he owns the place.
I slam the door shut and turn towards him.
“What the hell? Who the fuck do you think you are?”
“My apologizes, your grace.” he says bending at the waist “My name is Lynx and I am your protector. I did not plan to meet you like this but with the circumstances, it was of upmost importance. Your sister, she’s in trouble.”
My sister?
“Sorry, dude, you have the wrong chick. I am an only child and I have absolutely no idea what you’re going on about and honestly, I don’t really care. You need to leave.”
“I’m afraid not. You do in fact have a sister and for years, we assumed she was d
ead. She seemed to have disappeared without a trace. We gave up all hope until recently.”
“I seriously don’t have time for this bullshit coming out of your mouth right now. I have some place I need to be.” I leave going towards my room to finish collecting clothes and personal items that my best friend might need, but this Lynx character follows closely behind. It feels weird having a complete stranger following me around in my own damn house, but I don’t give a rat’s ass right now. I have somewhere to be.
I head toward the back of my closet and dump the contents of a shoe box inside the duffle bag. Rolls of money I have saved over the years, my hand gun and a collection of knives. I had no idea if Oksana is in trouble or not, but if so, I wanted to be prepared. The sounds of what I heard just before the line went dead rings through my mind. I know whatever she’s going through, it can’t be good. I turn to exit the room and I bump straight into the man.
“What the fuck are you still doing here?”
“I cannot leave you. You are very important. More so than you believe and now that your sister is found alive and not dead, we need to get you both somewhere safe. I don’t think you realize the danger you two will be in if anyone finds out you exist.”
“Dude, I have no idea what you are talking about or what you’ve been smoking. I am nothing special… I am less than special, a trailer park princess. I need to leave and so do you. Do you want me to throw you in the slammer and let you detox?”
“I cannot allow you to be out of my sight. You do in fact have something correct though, you are a princess… I have no idea what a trailer park is but in the world in which you come from, you are royalty. We need to get you home as soon as possible.”
All this is just absurd, does he not hear himself? I have no idea what I am even doing entertaining this man. He is seriously some kind of crazy. The drug’s he took must’ve really fucked with him.
With everything packed, I go to the front door and exit, patiently waiting for the creepy man who looks like Tinkerbell’s relative to follow suit. I forgot to mention what he was wearing, or lack thereof. No shirt, just a large jeweled necklace adorning his neck and black pants with gold flowers or something sewn in. It looks like he’s wearing pirate boots on his feet, or some freaking old school sailor boots.