by C Davis
“Duke,” Lucinda hissed, “We won’t be able to use her if she’s drained of her blood.”
“Such a shame.”
Duke followed Lucinda out of the room and locked the door on the outside. I hung my head down as tears fell onto my lap. I heard a masculine voice whisper, “Hey, girl. Wanna keep it down?”
I whipped my head to the side and saw a man chained to the fence. He had been stripped of his shirt, leaving him in only his pants. “Who are you?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
“How long have you been here?”
“Stop talking, you’ll only attract attention and I don’t want that.”
“At least tell me your name.”
“Remus. Now, quit talking.”
The doors slammed open, revealing a man I’d never seen before. I could tell he wasn’t human. He smelled like rotting flesh. He flashed a smile and said, “Well damn, girl. You’re a sight for sore eyes.”
“Who are you?”
“King Allesandro,” he bowed, “At your service, Luna.”
Another figure shuffled in covered in blood. I gasped when I met Jaxson’s gaze. He ran to me and ripped the rope off me. I wrapped my arms around him and cried into his neck. “Jaxson.”
“Come on Jaxson, we don’t have much time before they realize she’s gone.”
“Wait, what about him?”
“What about him?”
“We have to get him too.”
Allesandro nodded and ripped the chains from him, causing him to collapse to his knees.
“Grab him, and let’s get the hell out of here.” Jaxson told Allesandro.
“Wait Jaxson, what about Gabriel?”
“He’s already safe with my father.”
I must’ve fallen asleep on the way back home, because I woke back up in Jaxson’s bed. Jaxson cupped my face and kissed me. “God, baby, I thought I lost you.”
“Is it over? The witches and Duke are dead?”
“No,” he clenched his jaw, “The war is only beginning. When they took you and my son, they started a war. One they won’t be able to win.”
“What now?” I asked.
“Now, I protect you and my children from ever being harmed again.”
“What about my powers?”
“I have someone that can help in that department. You remember Allesandro?”
“Yes.”
“He has agreed to come three days a week to help you. Of course, with my supervision and only after the baby is born.”
This isn’t the end… this is only the beginning. A war between witches, werewolves, and vampires has been brewing. Only the strong will survive. It’s going to take a powerful vampire, alpha, and witch to come out on top. If it’s war the witches want, we’ll give them a damn war.
THE END…FOR NOW
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C. Davis
PROLOGUE
Allesandro
I hear Cilia’s heartbeat thump wildly as I sink my teeth into her neck. Her blood flows into my mouth and down my throat as her whimpers make my dick thicken. Such an obedient slave. Submitting to her master like a good girl. I hold her by the waist with one arm and groan against her neck. “Delicious.”
“Master,” she whimpered, “Please, don’t take too much.”
I drink more of her and reluctantly retract my teeth from her neck. I can feel her growing weaker and I know that I’ve taken too much. I bite into my wrist and force it against her mouth. “Drink up, love.”
She drinks and moans against my skin. Something about her makes me want to keep her locked up for myself. To make her mine. My cock thickens as she continues to drink. I need to be gentle, but her tiny moans are making it hard to keep it under control. Since the first time I drank from her, I knew I was going to be addicted to her taste.
“There, there,” I murmured, “You’re okay now, love.”
“Master, let me serve you.” Cilia whispered.
She slid one hand down my chest and stopped at the waistband of my pants. I grit my teeth and suck in a breath as her fingers cause a twitch in my cock. She really has no idea how much she affects me.
“What is it you desire, love?” I asked, my voice low and seductive.
“To please you, master.”
I loosen my grip on her and bring my finger to her cheek. I stroke her skin softly and lean back. “On your knees, love.”
I feel my fangs scrape my bottom lips as I watch my good girl slide down to the floor and kneel between my legs. She raises her head and licks her lips. Cilia tugs on my pants and watches as my cock springs free.
“You’re so hard, my lord.” She murmurs as her fingers wrap around my length.
“Only for my obedient servant. Put Master’s dick in your mouth and serve me.”
She wrapped her lips around the head and moaned. I find it hard to be gentle when it comes to Cilia. The way her mouth feels makes something snap inside me. I want nothing but to shove her to the floor and impale my dick inside her hot pussy. Everything in my mind is telling me to do it but don’t. Because if I do what I want, I’ll sink my teeth in her neck and drain her blood.
“Fuck,” I lean my head back and groan, “Your mouth is so hot.”
Cilia takes me out of her mouth and whispers. “Please, Master. I need you.”