Noose (Road Kill MC #1)

by Marata Eros

  More of the same, I was thinking.

  Their huge bodies drew closer as my heart sped at their proximity.

  *

  Cole and Zach unsheathed their talons, the claws bursting their houses of flesh instantly, a punching sounded as their fingertips released their charge.

  The leader circled, his talons at the ready. “We do not have to war with you and the rogue. Tell us where the Druids are and we will give chase. Our numbers are greater, concede our advantage. We will not harm the breeders.” He smiled and continued, “But we will breed them,” he said definitively, spreading his palms away from his body.

  Cole would not stop his pursuit of Rachel until the breath left his body. He did not need to confer with Zach, a true mate to a Druid was formidable. Cole was not yet mated to Rachel and now lamented his decision to wait until they were settled. He was sure that Zach echoed his thoughts.

  “I see that your decision has been made,” the leader said in a low voice, attacking as the last word was uttered.

  Zach was rogue and did not know the meaning of fair fighting. He slung his bladed hands low, taking the testicles of the advancing vampire right at the root. With a shrieking wail, he fell where he stood, blood spraying out between fingers that held his nethermost regions in a stranglehold. Zach had crippled him, stunning his advance in its tracks.

  Let him grow a pair, Zach thought without humor, his thoughts already trained on Holly. He would do whatever needed to be done to get to her.

  No tactic was beneath his notice.

  Cole would have laughed at Zach's cunning if he was not instantly engaged with the leader and who looked to be his first. Cole smashed his talons in the face of his first even as his downward stroke cut deeply into Cole's shoulder where he had just laid the strike. His arm was useless, falling numb under the assault and he took the enemy down with a skull scramble. Cole used his shitkicker to roundhouse kick the leader as he let his body fall backward to avoid a well-placed swipe at where his head had been moments before.

  Two others came from behind as Cole was falling. They tried to catch him but Cole was accustomed to practiced falls of avoidance and as his toe made purchase with the leader's jaw, crushing it on impact like so much glass, he used his good hand to balance his fall and both of his legs came above his head and twined around the head of one of the other's.

  Cole twisted his legs, his palm flat on the abandoned alley pavement, the cold leeching into his arm and shoulder as the strain of holding up two hundred and thirty pounds of tense muscle was executed on a dime of motion.

  He broke the neck of the one as the leader fell to the floor, unable to scream from a mouth that could not longer form words.

  The rogue came for the last. The enemy saw his problem and the vampire came at Zach, odds as they were, and with practiced jabs was overtaking him. But Zach had one more thing up his sleeve, allowing his upper shoulder to be hooked by talons that went through his body and perforated his back with a grunt, he head-butted the vampire, stunning him. Zach smashed the Reaper's skull with the nubs of his partially extended talons.

  Like brass knuckles.

  The brains of the vampire slid out his ears, the Reaper's talons retracting automatically upon his death and slicing through the meat of Zach's shoulder with an agonizing jerk.

  Cole lay on the ground. His shoulder was a numb disaster, his bell certainly rung and looked at Zach as he advanced on the injured enemy ranks.

  Seconds later, the Reapers were dead, three heads leveled against the frozen road. Zach held out a hand to Cole.

  He took it.

  They turned together, the soles of their boots becoming dirty with snow and ash.

  Scenting the air for prey, they did not have far to go.

  They fell on the group of drug addicts. Weak from fighting, the finickiness of before gone, the need for food forgotten in the face of their need.

  Zach and Cole drank.

  Adding the bodies of their prey to the ashen snow which lay like storm clouds on the ground.

  CHAPTER 3

  I was laying in a languid stupor. One of Alexander's wonderful Reaper spawn cradled me against his chest, too weak to move. They'd had their pound of flesh.

  Or in this case, a pound of blood.

  They'd had just enough so that I was still conscious. Holly continued whimpering beside me.

  Apparently, when you were a true mate, having another vampire take blood was extra painful.

  Swell.

  The males had felt bad about taking from her. But not bad enough to stop.

  The Reapers surrounded an old warehouse, the wind and snow howling around where they stood. I had my eyelids at half-mast, every fiber of energy going to keeping myself awake when Andrew spoke. “Josiah, Elias... get the women in there for the night to bed down. They are too weak by far to withstand the storm. My brothers...” The group looked at Andrew expectantly and what he said next made me want to punch him square in the face, “because of the richness of our meal, we will be able to travel with the sun one day hence.”

  There were muted cheers but the wind sucked away the sound of them.

  Good for them, I thought sourly.

  They kicked in the door that stood between them and the heated building, its large windows intersected with many panes of glass, jewel-like in the moonlight which pierced their dirty surfaces.

  They gathered tough woolen military blankets that smelled like they must have been from WWII at least. They lowered me into a cocoon of them and wrapped me up like a fragile parcel.

  “Will she be well enough to travel tomorrow?” The one named Josiah asked Andrew.

  He looked at me critically before responding, “I think that if she rests, then consumes some food, she will be well enough.”

  I glanced down at my forearms, punctured as they were with the pockmarks of multiple fang piercings and wanted to cry. I looked like Swiss cheese.

  Instead of crying, I let exhaustion take me and fell into an uneasy recuperative slumber.

  Little did I know that as I slept, Cole came for me, scenting the blood droplets that had fallen as the others feasted on my blood.

  His howl of rage never reached my deaf ears as I slept from exhaustion and blood loss, my forearms a throbbing burning rawness.

  Cole's mouth snapped shut, the echoing of his bellow of rage still flinging its music around the space where they had discovered the trail.

  Cole and Zach had found the blood trail which told them that Rachel and Holly were now in the hands of his fellow Reapers.

  It also heralded the demise of Alexander.

  A superb development.

  But what enraged Cole was the scent of Holly and Rachel's blood everywhere.

  Then there was the scarf that Holly always wore. Zach had it clutched in his big hands, pressing it against his face like a cat rubbing its scent along a favorite couch. His eyes were clenched tightly. “They took her blood at the neck,” his voice was low gravel tinged with despair.

  A grave insult to violate the intimacy of a mated vampire spouse.

  But they were not truly mated. Sexual intercourse was needed before that would truly happen with finality, bonded forever.

  “Why did I not take her before they did?”

  He was not talking kidnapping, Cole knew. He was talking about burying his cock and seed in the chosen Druid.

  Cole shrugged, understanding exactly their complacency. They never thought it possible that Alexander could best them. If they could have just made it to Seattle. Then they would've disappeared within the folds of its concrete embrace and they would have been as invisible as needed.

  Now, because of their disregard for the potential of the Druid women's capture, they were gone, like so much sand falling through fingers.

  Cole picked up the silken shirt that had been Alexander's, the cufflinks falling to the ground at his feet, twinkling in the moonlight. He scooped them up, pocketing their weight.

  Easy pawning.

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nbsp; Zach tucked the scarf in his pocket, so slight it hardly showed.

  They nodded at each other and easily picked up the trail. With the slimmest hope, Cole believed it was possible that the Reapers did not know who followed them.

  But knowing Rachel as he did, she might have used the threat of them as a way to prevent or postpone just what had occurred.

  No matter, they fed on the women to run during the day. If they had traveled in a quad, then there were four Reapers.

  Cole smiled grimly. They had just done away with worse odds. As they ran, Cole spoke to Zach in the high speech of their kind, heard only by a lone dog in the distance.

  It howled at the unnaturalness of their speech, tucking its tail between its legs and burrowing into the safety of its den. One eye was kept on the dark terrain outside his kennel. The dog was hopeful that the dead creatures would not turn in his direction.

  He slunk further inside his doghouse.

  CHAPTER 4

  I awoke naked and spreadeagled on the blankets I'd fallen asleep on.

  A vampire loomed a each of the four corners of my body. I sucked in a lungful and was about to scream when a hand covered my mouth. I looked up into the eyes of the one that had first taken my blood and realized that they wanted more than the pound of blood they'd consumed.

  I was thinking the pound of flesh hadn't been far off.

  Muddled thoughts of Cole stirred in my mind, but Andrew was between my legs and the heat that mingled with their blood's call to mine wasn't something I could rationalize away. He saw that I had awoken and braced a forearm against my hips even as my panties had been torn off my body.

  “Spread your legs, breeder,” Andrew growled.

  I had enough resistance to attempt to close them even as he used large hands to push them apart. I gulped back a scream as Josiah captured the sound with his kiss. His tongue invaded my mouth, stabbing in and out the warm entrance, fucking it as I moaned against the invasion.

  Andrew mirrored the dance of his tongue with his fingers, pushing one deep in my pussy, pulling it out, adding a second and generating a rhythm as if tailor-made for me. My breaths were coming in ragged gasps as he was bringing me closer.

  I internally damned my biology. A biology that put me at risk to fuck any Reaper or breedable vampire that walked by.

  One of the other vampires had my arms cranked above my head as my body was pushed and pulled subtly with the pumping of Andrew's fingers. Just as I thought I would blast an orgasm around his fingers he removed them and one of his foot soldiers took over. Instead of burying his fingers in my snatch, he put his tongue in me, sweeping it along my heated folds and alternately stabbing the warm, thick length of it inside my hot hole.

  I couldn't help it, I spread my legs wider to give a vampire I'd never met before today greater access. He took it for the invitation is was and tore his pants open. His great cock sprung free of the trappings of his pants and seeing it like a great sword of flesh made me shiver in anticipation.

  He lowered himself on me, hovering above my wet entrance even as my hips strained to meet his. He began to inch the blunt tip of his staff inside my wet pussy. He groaned with pleasure as the beginning of him entered me and I thrust my hips upward to meet each inch he slowly shoved into me.His girth was large and my pussy had to stretch to accommodate him. But the pull of his cock as it sunk in and out was delicious. As he reached the end of my channel, I felt the bump of him at its end and I cried out as the pleasure nearly overwhelmed me.

  Josiah came beside him and said, “How does the breeder feel wrapped around you?” he asked in a voice gone low with desire and barely masked lust.

  The vampire above me grunted as he pounded his length inside me and ground out, “She fucks true, my friend. As you'll see soon enough.”

  The vampires had let my arms go, satisfied to stand around me in a loose circle, while their comrade buried the flesh of his cock to the root inside me, my body sliding back and forth by the pounding.

  I watched his shoulders bunch and flex as he buried himself in me and I spread my legs wider so he could get deeper penetration. He stabbed his length deep inside me one last time and shuddered his release. Hot seed filled my body, soaking my pussy, which throbbed its pleasure around his thick shaft, milking it of every last drop.

  He pulled out, and Josiah took his place. Guiding his flesh inside mine, cum leaking out from its predecessor, he slid inside me in one long push. Both of us grunted with the impact, my pussy wet and ready to receive his cock.

  He clenched his teeth, a flutter appearing in his jaw as he rocked inside me. “I will not last long, breeding you will be a pleasure,” he said as he lowered his lips on mine, giving me a feather's kiss that tweaked my mouth open. He braced one hand behind my head, holding his weight above me as he plunged inside me, the other hand buried in my hair, training my head in the direction he wanted it to be. His lips moved over mine with force now, even as his body entered mine. As he drew closer, he licked a long line against my bottom lip as he pumped his last into me. His hands left my hair to slap the floor beneath me. Josiah arched his back, our hips met, married deeply within each other's flesh.

  Andrew hauled Josiah off roughly, his shaft, now soft from use and release, torn out like a fleshy plug.

  “I have waited a long time to bury my flesh in a breeder.”

  I came to my senses and squirmed onto all fours, trying to scramble away. His total attitude screamed ownership, devour, plunder and I was intimidated. I'd never screwed two men in a row and wasn't wanting to make it three. Especially not with him.

  He grasped my hips from behind and jerking me against him, plunged a cock so huge into me that I gasped, the pleasure bordering pain.

  “Oh yes... she feels... perfect,” he grunted as he forced himself into my dripping pussy.

  Wet with the cum of others.

  The more I tried to get away the harder he held my hips, pushing his engorged cock deep inside of me.

  “Hold still breeder, just a few more strokes of my prick inside your ready pussy and I will sink my fangs into you.”

  I really tried to move then and he plunged harder, my pussy making a sucking sound around his cock. The tight, wet hole, clinging to his prick as it rode me.

  “Now, you will be mine!” he shouted as his release shot up into my womb, the entrance sucking up all the seed he spurted out of his cock as he sank his fangs into the soft flesh of my neck. His body arched above mine, his dick still pumping, my hips rising against my will, spreading and thrusting against him.

  His throat convulsed as he took my blood even as he sprayed his cum into my snatch.

  Andrew pulled out of me and pushed my head to the floor, my ass and pussy primed in the air, cum leaking down my inner thighs. He slapped my ass with a stinging softness that made me moan. I hadn't wanted to take pleasure in the fucking but it felt so natural for the Reapers to fuck me.

  Even as the next one moved into position behind my cunt I spread my legs wider. He found my entrance quickly and slammed his dick all the way inside me. This one spared me nothing, finding my hole wet with others' seed, he plowed into my pussy, pumping ferociously. Using his vampire speed he slid in and out, rubbing deliciously over that spot up high that would give me what I needed.

  “Is she coming?” I heard one of the Reapers ask.

  “Not... yet!” the one that I couldn't see threw out through teeth that were clamped together. He was working his control to get as much fucking of my wet pussy as he could before his release.

  His dick moved inside me in a blur and as his shaft hardened, my womb opened and my throbbing pussy clenched around his cock, inviting his release in an undeniable need.

  “Oh God!” he yelled and poured all the cum he'd been holding back inside me. He shoved my head down with a massive hand on my neck and held me still as he continued to pump his cock inside me.

  I moaned in pleasure as that fourth cock left my throbbing hole.

  I flipped over on my
back and waited for any others, my pussy a burning mass of heat and desire.

  I felt like a bitch in heat as I lay there, legs spread, my glistening and well-used hole open for more.

  *

  “Rachel, Rachel! Wake up!”

  I opened my eyes and gazed into Holly's worried eyes.

  My pussy was still throbbing.

  From the dream.

  That whole thing had been an erotic nightmare.

  It had been tasteable; it felt so real.

  I threw a forearm over my eyes, confused and relieved at the same time. It had seemed so real. I opened my eyes again and looked at the healing evidence of fangs and wondered about side effects.

  Maybe they took my blood and then... I didn't know.

  Holly searched my eyes. “You were moaning in your sleep. They wanted me to check on you first, so you wouldn't freak out.”

  Right, not freaking out here. Just had the biggest orgasm of my life in my sleep but wasn't touched.

  I sat up, looking at my surroundings in the daylight. Blinking several times my eyes met those of Andrew's and he smirked.

  He totally knew.

  I got to my feet, feeling lightheaded from the blood that was taken and the residual effects of coming eighty times. I stalked over to Andrew and I said, “What did you do to me?” I stabbed my finger into his muscular chest to emphasize my words and he captured it, bringing it to his mouth, kissing it softly. “Nothing you did not wish done, breeder.”

  “Bullshit!” I jerked my hand away and he laughed. “What... you come in and rape me in my dreams? Is that what this is about?”

  His face became carefully neutral. “It is only one benefit of the blood share. We have taken of your blood. For a few days now, we may walk in the day, glory in the heat of the sun upon our skin. And, we have access to your mind while you are not conscious.” His eyes held mine. “You begrudge us the encounter that we had with you?”