Lycan King

by Anastasia Maltezos

  Gently, she stepped out of his grasp. "I will always care for Caleb and think fondly of him, but he died a very long time ago. My heart has healed from the loss."

  Their gazes met and locked and she held her breath. "And the queen? Do…do you miss her?"

  "She died two hundred years ago and a part of me still cannot forgive her for taking her life. Vasilis took her death very badly, but I am thankful to the Gods because he has met his one, Alexandra, and they are on their honeymoon."

  Eve thought about all the lives Balkathan had destroyed the past four hundred years due to his insatiable thirst for power and wealth. Her body stiffened. He was insane. She'd always known he was. She remembered the day his last shred of humanity disappeared. A mixture of rage and fear rose in her breast. She'd known for a long time she had to stop running. Her day was coming when she had to face him--and destroy him, but she was afraid of Balkathan overpowering her and trapping her to his dark side.

  "Balkathan's reign of terror must end soon," she whispered, her thoughts still in the past. "This cannot go on."

  "When Vasilis returns from his honeymoon, we will plan our attack. If it's the last thing I do, I will destroy him."

  A flicker of doubt darkened her thoughts. "He fights with Vampires and Lycans. Can you really defeat him?"

  "I will die trying."

  She didn't like the sound of that. "Drago, he's powerful."

  "I will fight him at close range and plunge my own silver into his chest."

  It would be suicide, she thought sadly. "Drago, silver cannot kill him."

  "What do you mean?" he asked sharply.

  She paused. "You do not know?" She searched for the right words. "Four hundred years ago, I plunged my own silver into his chest and he survived."

  He stiffened visibly, his face growing dark. "You fought him? Are you insane, woman? You could have been killed."

  Hadn't he heard what she'd just said? "Drago, silver cannot kill him!"

  He paused and drew his brows into a dark frown. "Are you certain it was pure silver you used?"

  "Yes."

  "There must be a reasonable explanation for this," he said.

  There was, she thought, but he didn't give her a chance to explain because he drew her roughly in his arms and held her against his chest. "I forget you're four hundred years old and must have endured so much more than me." His grip tightened around her. "To think you fought him and could have been killed."

  It sounded like he cared. "You thought I was a vile creature when you first met me, remember?" she mumbled against his chest.

  He withdrew slowly, clasping her chin with his fingers and gently raised her face. Their gazes met and locked. "Eve, about that," he began slowly. "I didn't--"

  He glanced over her shoulder and frowned at something behind her. When he returned his gaze to her, his expression was grim. "Damn! We've lost track of time. The sun will rise soon. We must go."

  She spun around and gasped. "Oh my God! How long have we been here?" The horizon was already awakening with soft hues of gold and pink.

  "Go!" he roared. "Fly!" He shifted in his massive, black wolf form.

  She inhaled sharply and vaulted high in the air. She soared towards the mountain in the distance where the castle was. She glanced down and saw Drago in his wolf form matching her speed on the ground.

  The sun was rising and she felt a tingle on her hand and face. "I'm not going to make it," she screamed.

  In a few moments, the sun would be up and she would burn. My God, was this how she was going to die after all these centuries because she lost track of time?

  The horizon brightened and she covered her face, rushing down to the ground. She heard Drago growl ferociously and peeked at him through her fingers. She watched him shift from his wolf to his Lycan form. He caught her before she hit the ground.

  "Hide your face and hands against my chest," he growled in his eerie tone. "And don't move!"

  And then he ran. Fast. She could feel them speeding through the fields, his arms holding her tightly and she prayed they would make it in time before the sun lit the entire sky. Heat penetrated her attire and a small section of her exposed ankle burned. She winced, squeezing her eyes.

  "We're almost there," he growled.

  She kept her eyes shut, panic welling in her breast. Before she knew it, she heard sounds of voices. They had reached the village. Hope flared in her breast, but she didn't dare lift her head just yet. Her ankle still throbbed and she knew she would scar, but she didn't care. It was better than her body bursting into flames.

  He leaped distance upon distance and she knew he was vaulting up the mountainside trail. Then he ran on flat grounds.

  "Quick! Shut the door behind me," Drago yelled.

  "Aye, Your Highness!"

  She knew they were in the castle, but she was too afraid to lift her head from his chest. After a few more minutes, he stopped and placed her gently on the floor. Slowly, she opened her eyes looked up at his sinister jowls.

  His ferocity didn't frighten her. The expression in his amber eyes showed deep concern and with a low growl, he lifted her in his arms and strode in the room, kicking the door behind him with his monstrous limb.

  He placed her on the bed and inspected her face and hands for burns. He grimaced when he saw the scar on her ankle.

  "Why did you not wear your cloak?" he asked harshly.

  "I didn't think I'd need it. I thought I would be back well before sunrise."

  His monstrous face darkened with deep concern. "I'm sorry. It was my fault. I should have paid more attention to the time."

  "I am unharmed."

  He drew back and shifted in his human form. She stared at his body and felt her breath catch. He was still draped in his black loin cloth and her gaze travelled from his long, muscular legs to his trim, taut abdomen, up to his face. She stared at the curious muscle throbbing along his jaw.

  She found him more dangerous and alarming in his human form than his menacing Lycan figure. More disturbing was she had just escaped near death and all she could think of was his arms around her, his mouth trailing hot kisses along her body. She rose from the bed, avoiding his eyes.

  "That's the second time you've saved my life tonight," she said. She could sense the tension between them, thick and heavy in the room.

  "I should let you sleep," he said.

  Her gaze wavered under his penetrating stare and she made her way to the door. "Yes. Could…could you tell me where my chamber is?"

  "You will sleep here. This is my bed chambers."

  She drew a nervous gaze around the opulent room. "No. I'll be fine in my--"

  "This is where you will sleep," he interjected firmly. "I'm just going to change and leave you to rest."

  She watched him stride into a smaller chamber and she sat on the edge of the bed, waiting nervously for him to return. He came out a few minutes later with a towel wrapped around his waist. His chest glistened and his hair was damp.

  "If you'd like to use my bath chambers, the basin has fresh water in it and I left a clean cloth for you on the side." He gave her a head-to-toe look. "Did you not like the gowns I sent you?"

  "I don't wear dresses. I…I fly and fight better without the excess layers of a gown."

  He flicked a gaze over her body, his eyes darkening.

  She cleared her throat delicately. "I do thank you for sending them to me. They were lovely and if I was human I would accept them with appreciation."

  He nodded and turned.

  She watched him open the door to a huge walnut armoire. He pulled out garments. Without a drop of self-consciousness, he dropped his towel and she stifled a gasp, watching him dress. Her gaze ran over his long, tapered legs, his broad back, his taut buttocks and she willed herself to breathe. He could have been a bronze statue depicting an ancient god.

  Garbed in his royal tunic, he turned around. "I will let you rest now. Goodnight, Eve. I will see you when the sun sets," he said.

 
She swallowed. "It's really good morning."

  His mouth quirked. "Yes, it is." He paused, his expression turning sombre. "I'll have Lena bring you a goblet of pig blood when you rise."

  In any other context, his comment would be deemed revolting, but in her situation it wasn't. His words touched her.

  "Thank you. That's very kind of you."

  He turned to leave.

  "Wait," she said. Slowly, he turned around, his black gaze locking with hers. She couldn't speak as she watched his expression darken. "I…I…" Oh God! She knew she sounded like a fool, but a part of her didn't want him to leave. Embarrassed, she tried to think of something to fill in the thick silence as he continued to stare at her, his expression darkening with desire. "I wanted…er, to say--" She gasped.

  Within three strides, he stood before her and dragged her in his arms. Before she could react, his mouth crashed down on her parted lips. Recovering from her shock, she placed her hands between them and tried to push herself out of his grasp, but it was impossible. His kiss was so hard, her head craned back and he trailed his hot, sensual mouth along her cheek and neck. He groaned against her heated skin and brought his hands behind her head as his mouth slid back to hers. Eve moaned as his lips moved seductively over hers, coaxing them to open. She felt his tongue against her teeth and she slowly opened her mouth, releasing a strangled moan as his tongue found hers. He tasted like wine and sweet fruit and she slowly melted under his sensual spell.

  He ground her body to his and she gasped at the full extent of his arousal pressing against her. Savagely, he explored her mouth with his tongue and dragged one of his hands from her back to the front of her top. He growled from deep within his throat as he ripped her top down the middle. Eve felt heady and dizzy. His touch incited a fire in her veins she never knew existed. Her body tingled, her limbs melted and her feminine spot between her legs began to throb.

  Her breasts spilled from her shredded top and he cupped one in his hand, kneading her mound until she was throbbing with desire. He dragged his mouth from her lips and bent his head. The second his mouth clasped over her breast, she choked on a scream. He suckled, laved and lavished her nipple and she ground her fingers into his hair, afraid her legs would give way and she would collapse from the sheer ecstasy she was experiencing. When she thought she could not take anymore, he dragged his mouth to her other breast.

  Eve writhed and buckled in his arms, aroused to the point where she thought she was going to climax. Unable to wait, she slid her hand between them and found his rigid shaft. He growled as she explored his sex with her hand.

  She stifled a scream when he lifted her suddenly and strode purposefully to the bed. He placed her down, his breathing hard and fast, and she trembled at the look of desire on his face.

  "I want you, Eve. Not only for now, but for always," he said almost savagely, as he ran a hunger-filled gaze over her exposed breasts. He lay over her, his arms on the bed to brace his weight. He lowered his head and captured her breast's throbbing peak in his mouth.

  Eve threw her head back and moaned, squeezing her eyes against the pleasurable pain darting down to the place between her legs that pulsed with exquisite fire.

  A loud knock on the door jarred her and she stiffened. He looked down at her, his eyes darker, more compelling than she ever saw them, his face taut with desire.

  "Whoever it is will go away," he said thickly.

  The knocking persisted and Eve squirmed under his weight.

  "Your Highness, it's Lena. I have to find Eve. Do you know where she is? Hesta needs her. She thinks Katya is awakening."

  Eve grew cold, her passion immediately doused. Drago's mouth tensed as he rose, taking her hand and helping her off the bed. He went to the door and opened it.

  "Eve is with me," he told Lena. "Tell Hesta we'll be there in a few minutes."

  Eve's heart started to race. She was frightened to death. What if something had gone wrong when she'd placed Katya in deep sleep? Something must have shown on her face because after Lena left, Drago went to Eve and drew her in his arms.

  His kiss lasted only a few seconds, but it still managed to make her knees buckle. He cupped her face with his hands and stared deeply into her eyes. "Everything is going to be all right," he said.

  In four hundred years, no one had ever told her that and she didn't know what to say. Unable to speak, she stared up into his dark eyes and nodded as she felt an unfamiliar comfort with his words.

  Chapter Eight

  Eve opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling in her bed chambers. Her stomach churned with the oncoming heat of hunger and she pursed her lips. It was feeding time soon.

  Her thoughts went to this morning. Hesta had been wrong. Katya had not been awakening. She had been having a restless sleep. Eve had stayed with her daughter until she'd settled back into a fitful slumber and then had gone straight to her bed chambers instead of Drago's.

  She recalled their passionate encounter and her stomach jolted.

  Hesta may have been wrong about Katya awakening, but Eve had seen it as a blessing in disguise. If Lena hadn't interrupted them--stop, she told herself. She couldn't think of what would have happened.

  She inhaled slowly and glanced around her room. What time was it? She knew from the darkness, it was well after sunset. She rose and walked to the dresser. Moments later, the room was lit with the warm glow of the candelabra. She was about to go into the adjoining bath chambers when her gaze caught the brass goblet filled with blood and a note resting on its side.

  Slowly, she picked up the note and read it. I will have Lena move your things into my chambers tonight. D.

  He still wanted her to move into his chambers. The thought both thrilled and scared her as she reached for the goblet and drank the blood.

  She removed her nightdress and went into the adjoining bath chambers. She washed quickly, went back into the bed chamber and picked up her clothes. Her ripped top brought an uncharacteristic rush of heat to her cheeks as she recalled the hot and passionate trail his sensual mouth had incited on her flesh. Her stomach fluttered and she released a tremulous breath.

  Reality ran cold fingers down her back. Her time here was temporary. As much as she would have liked to explore her feelings for him, she wouldn't take the risk. Being with him would only end in heartache. Lycans mated with their one and he'd toss her aside the moment he found his.

  After slipping into her pants, she rummaged through the drawers and found a black vest. Quickly she slipped it on and attached all her weapons on her straps.

  She hoped Katya was up. The sooner Eve helped her daughter recover, the quicker they could leave.

  She stepped out in the corridor and walked down the winding halls. Turning a corner, she stopped dead in her tracks and hid in the shadows. Her heart dropped like a stone to her stomach.

  Frozen to her spot, she watched Drago and Gretchen coming out of his bed chambers. Eve held her breath as Gretchen threw herself on Drago and wrapped her arms around his neck. She heard Drago's low, deep growl rise from his chest as his arms went to the woman's waist.

  Gretchen raised her face and kissed him. A fierce, hot stab of jealousy coursed through Eve's veins and she gritted her teeth. Suddenly, he growled and snapped his dark gaze to her vicinity and she inhaled sharply, jumping back further into the shadows. He saw her! Turning sharply, she ran down the opposite end of the hall before she could see anything else.

  Her jealousy rose in her chest, consuming her and she choked back a rising sob. She stopped in front of Katya's chambers and took a deep breath, trying to compose herself.

  She prayed her daughter was well enough so they could leave right away.

  * * * *

  Drago growled his annoyance and grabbed Gretchen by the waist. She kissed him before he could push her away. His heart thudded against his chest as a familiar scent drifted around him. Eve. Sharply, he withdrew from Gretchen's kiss and snapped his gaze towards the shadows. Eve was hiding in the corner. For a sp
lit second, he felt her anger and jealousy and then she was gone. Angrily he looked at Gretchen who still had her arms around him. She clasped his head, raised her face and kissed him again.

  His mouth tensed under her lips and he tightened his hold on her waist. Slowly he pushed her away and glared down at her.

  "That's enough, Gretchen."

  Her eyes flashed ire and she growled under her breath. "Why now? We've been lovers for years, Drago. Why do you suddenly want to end things now?"

  "We were bed mates, not lovers, Gretchen. There is a big difference. I never made you any promises. You've known from the beginning this would end at any time."

  "It's her, isn't it? I've seen the way you look at her. Why, Drago? Why? She's a vampire, dammit!" She paused. "A wolf doesn't mate with a bat!" she spat.

  Drago had had enough. "You are trying my patience, wench. I blame myself because I've given you too much freedom in the castle." He narrowed his eyes on her upturned face. "Heed this warning. You will not barge into my chambers ever again, is that clear?"

  She flung herself onto his chest and threw her arms around his shoulders. "No. I know you still want me. We are Lycan. You can never desire her as you desire me." She pressed her lower body against his and ground herself against his loins. He felt nothing. No stirrings, no heat, no lust. He watched Gretchen's face harden as she realised his body did not react. Her face blazed with rage and she pushed herself out of his arms. "She's cold, undead. She drinks the blood of innocents!" she ranted with near hysteria in her voice. "I'll drive a stake through her heart before I let her have you!"

  Drago's anger erupted and he growled, knowing his eyes were turning their eerie shade of amber. He was prepared to shift. For the first time she looked afraid and took a step back. "If I ever see you so much as ten feet from Eve, I will banish you from my kingdom. Am I making myself clear?"

  Something on his face must have finally registered with her because her face went white. "You can't mean that. You don't actually love her! She's not human, Drago. Vampires are immoral and she'll never be able to control her thirst."

  He'd thought the same thing before he got to know Eve, but he remembered what she'd done at his well with her blood and how she risked her life going out into the fields to find a wild animal to feed on. "She is more human than anyone of us will ever be," he said harshly.