by Donna Grant
"I want to take you now, to show you what you have missed in your human form.” Kilgorin stepped closer to her, his cock straining against his pants. “Wolves mate for life, Krista. Nothing but death can separate wolf mates."
She lifted her gaze to him. She didn't understand why he kept speaking of wolves. Wolves had been extinct in Britain for some time now.
He cupped both her breasts and rolled them in his hands. His moan sounded almost like a growl as he ground his hips against her. Krista couldn't stop her own moan as she found herself trapped between two men, their hardened cocks rubbing against her.
Her breath came faster as the need heated her blood. She didn't want the men touching her. She kept thinking of Orrin, of how his hands stroked her and how delicious his kisses were. He was the only thing that kept her sane.
"She's thinking of another,” Anathar ground out.
Kilgorin gripped her chin and forced her gaze to him. “You will forget him."
She looked into his yellow eyes and sighed as her mind went blank.
"You will only want me."
A moan passed through her lips as he ran a finger over her nipple. Krista blinked. She had been thinking of something, but all there was now was darkness calling to her. And desire. The pleasure pulled her down, drowning her in its bliss.
Kilgorin stared down at the mate he had searched galaxies for. It hadn't taken much to enter her mind and control her, but once he let loose her Were blood, she would be almost as powerful as he. And as his mate, she would rule their pack with him.
Her breasts were full, heavy in his hands. His cock strained to be free and bury inside her, but he couldn't. Not yet. He had to wait until midnight. Then, he could free her from her mortal body.
"My lord."
He looked up to find Anathar's eyes dilated and his breathing laboured. The desire Anathar felt for his mate was natural, but if Anathar touched her, Kilgorin would kill him in a heartbeat. “What is it?"
"He is gone from her mind now."
Kilgorin smiled. “Yes. He is gone, and I am in his place."
He ran his hands down her side to her trim waist and full hips to hold her as he ground into her. A breathy sigh escaped her full lips, and he leaned down to kiss her. She responded to him, but the force of their mind control was the only thing making her react.
For now.
"She is ready,” Candy said as she walked up behind Anathar and grasped his cock though his pants. “I kept my promise, my lords."
Kilgorin glanced at Anathar before looking at the human. “And we'll keep ours. After Krista has been freed, we will turn you."
Candy's red lips quirked into a smile. “May I join you three. I've never been so horny in my entire life."
"Join the others,” Kilgorin said with a jerk of his head.
Candy gave Anathar's cock one more stroke before she moved off to join the orgy behind them. Kilgorin had never liked human women, and he didn't understand how they mated with anyone who suited their fancy. Not to mention the humans had no loyalty to their own. Candy had given up Krista for the promise of immortality.
She had no idea the consequences of what she asked.
Krista arched her back and moaned as she rubbed against his straining cock. “Soon, my love,” he whispered as he kissed her neck. “Soon, I will take you."
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Chapter Five
Thirty minutes to midnight
Orrin skidded to a halt as he found the driveway that led to the mansion. Krista was inside. He could feel her, could sense the fear and anger. Until it all her emotions vanished.
"What is it?” Stefan asked as he stopped beside him.
"They're controlling her mind. I can no longer link to her."
Stefan shook his head. “It's just the two of them, Orrin. We can take them and stop what they're doing to Krista."
"The Weres have come for more than just food."
Stefan's head jerked to him. “By the stars, no."
As much as Orrin wanted to ignore what had been thundering through his mind all evening, he couldn't. “I knew they wanted Krista, but I thought it was because of what her blood could give them."
"Because she was able to call one of us, an Acanti?"
"Yes, but I was wrong. They want Krista because they think she's a mate to one of them."
"Bloody hell."
Orrin couldn't have said it better. “Krista is more than just human."
"Obviously."
He jerked off his coat and tossed it on the fence that was falling down. He unsheathed his sword. “They'll suspect us and set traps."
"I'm ready for them."
He gave Stefan a nod, and they set out towards the mansion keeping to the shadows. The full moon and cloudless sky kept everything flooded with light. It wasn't until they were ten paces from the house that they saw movement.
Orrin stepped into the light and smiled when a human man moved to block his entrance to the house. The Weres had control of the man's mind, and though every fibre of Orrin's being told him to kill and find Krista. He couldn't. He was there to protect humans, and killing was only a last resort.
When the man attacked, Orrin easily ducked the fist aimed at his face. With one punch from the hand that held his sword, the man crumbled to the ground.
Stefan came to stand beside him and snorted. “He doesn't even have a weapon."
"The Weres will want to slow us down. Once midnight comes, and we don't have Krista, it will all be over."
"You think there are more humans who will try to stop us?"
Orrin groaned as ten men came around the house. “Yes, my friend, that's exactly what I think."
"Oh, hell."
Orrin sheathed his sword as he and Stefan moved back to back. “Don't kill unless you have no other choice."
"Be warned, some have weapons."
Orrin took a deep breath as five of the men came at him. He hissed as a blade cut across his arm. Pain lashed through him while the blood rolled down his arm and into his hands.
While he lifted his arms to block a downward swing of a mace, another man punched him in the kidneys. Orrin lost his grip on the weapon and doubled over.
"Orrin,” Stefan bellowed.
* * * *
Fifteen minutes to midnight
Krista moved her shoulders and heard the chains rattle above her head. She didn't know why they kept her bound. There was nowhere for her to run, and she wasn't even sure if she wanted to escape the men. There was something different about them, and more than just their height and their yellow eyes.
She squeezed her bare toes into the hardwood floors and wondered why she wasn't embarrassed to be completely nude in a room full of strangers. Maybe it was the orgy in front of her and the moans of pleasure that sounded like music in the old house.
Maybe it was the two men who stood near her, their desire evident in the way their pants moulded against their erections.
Or maybe it was the hunger that burned inside her.
She didn't care as long as someone touched her and eased the ache inside her. She needed to peak, to drain some of the need in her. It didn't help that Kilgorin continued to fondle her breasts. He had kissed her once, but he had done nothing else since.
"You want my touch?” he asked.
"Yes."
He grabbed his shirt at the collar and ripped it in half. She sucked in a breath at the sheer size of his bulging muscles. He kicked off his shoes and jerked off his belt.
"The time is approaching, my love. Can you feel the power?"
Was that what pumped in her veins? It was like a drum pounding, increasing in tempo with every minute that ticked by.
"Yes,” he said with a smile. “You do feel it."
Before her eyes his nails lengthened to sharp points before he shredded the waist of his pants and they puddled at his feet. His huge cock sprang free. Krista licked her lips, eager to feel him enter her.
Her eyes rolled back in her hea
d as Kilgorin's hands gripped her hips and lifted her so that her legs wrapped around his waist. Anathar's hand grazed her breasts, wringing a moan from her. She ground her hips against Kilgorin seeking his cock.
He hissed as his rod rubbed against her sex. She moaned and waited for him to fill her, to make her one with him. Nothing could stop the craving that had taken hold of her.
* * * *
Five minutes to midnight
Orrin pushed the last human from him as he rose to his feet. He held his hand against his ribs and bit back a groan.
"How bad are you hurt?"
He turned to Stefan and shook his head at the blood and dirt that covered him. “I don't feel half as bad as you look."
"That's comforting. Do you think there are any more?"
"Maybe in the house."
"I'm ready if you are."
This time Orrin grabbed his sword. He didn't want to kill humans, but Krista's life was at stake, and if a human got in his way ... well, he would do what he had to.
Orrin took the lead and crept into the house. He stopped in the foyer and listened to the moans that grew louder. He motioned to the stairs. Stefan nodded and palmed his throwing stars as they raced up the stairway. To their surprise, no more men waited in the shadows to stop them.
When they reached the second floor, they followed the light that led to a large back room. To the left, naked men and women writhed on the floor, their cries of desire covering any sound Orrin and Stefan made.
To the right Orrin spotted Anathar standing behind Krista who was chained to the ceiling with her legs wrapped around Kilgorin's waist. She and Kilgorin were naked, and by the look of need in Krista's eyes, the Were was about to take her.
"Are you ready to be shown who you really are?” the Were asked Krista.
"Who are you?” she asked.
Orrin stepped into the room. “He's a werewolf."
Krista's eyes jerked to his. For a moment, she stared at him. Then she blinked, as if gaining control of her mind, and unwound her legs from the werewolf leader.
Stefan moved to his left, and they faced the two Weres who growled as their fangs lengthened. “You didn't invite us to the party. My feelings are hurt."
Orrin faced Kilgorin. There would be no escape for the Were tonight.
Krista jerked against the chains. Her mind was foggy and had begun to pound. She was excited to see Orrin, but with the way the two giants circled Orrin and his friend, they would be lucky to leave alive.
Had Orrin said werewolf?
Yeah, right. There's no such thing.
No sooner had she thought those words than Anathar tilted back his head and let out a howl. The group of men and women in the orgy yelled and rushed from the room. Krista swallowed and opened her mouth to scream as Kilgorin transformed to an eight foot tall, solid-black, hairy beast with the elongated head of a wolf and the claws to prove it. A moment later, Anathar shifted into a silver werewolf.
The two beasts looked like wolves, but they walked on their back paws—Oh, my God! Paws!—like men.
"Acanti. My favourite meal,” Kilgorin growled.
Orrin grinned. “You know us. We can't stay away from the fun you Weres always have."
The four held still as if each waited on the other to make a move. Krista wanted to look away, but fear for Orrin kept her gaze glued to him. She was afraid to move and break the silence that stretched through the room.
Then all hell broke loose.
She screamed and jerked away as Kilgorin leapt at Orrin. Anathar wasted no time in attacking the other man. The house rattled when a body was slammed into the walls. She winced each time Kilgorin's claws sliced through Orrin's skin and cheered for every time Orrin's blade brought the werewolf's blood.
Anathar tossed Orrin's friend out of the room, and they tumbled down the hall, which let her concentrate on Orrin. Kilgorin crashed atop Orrin, pinning him to the floor. The beast raised his paw as his claws extended.
"No,” Krista screamed.
Suddenly, a clock began to chime midnight.
Kilgorin reared back his head and let out a howl full of anger and desperation. He turned his head to her and leapt from Orrin. His black paws grasped her and jerked her to him.
"No,” she screamed.
"You will want me,” he said. “You will understand later."
Krista jerked with all her might, but the strength of the Were was too much for her. He positioned her body over his cock and was about to plunge inside her with he let out another howl.
She gasped as she saw the silver tip of a sword extend through Kilgorin's chest to stop inches from her face. The beast released her and stumbled back as blood poured from his wound.
Her gaze moved to Orrin to find him holding his blood soaked sword. He stumbled to her and turned her face away. “You don't want to see this,” he whispered.
Krista was content to hide her face in his neck as Kilgorin's screams of pain sounded behind her. It seemed to go on forever before silence once more filled the room. She glanced behind her to find nothing more than a pile of ash. She turned to Orrin and looked into the black eyes of her saviour.
He gave her a quick kiss before he cut her chains with his sword. Her arms fell to her sides, and she cried out from the pain as blood rushed to her fingers.
"Did they hurt you?” he asked.
"No. Was he really...?"
"A werewolf? Yes, Krista. He was."
The events of the evening were too much for her, and when Orrin brought her against his chest and wrapped his arm around her, she clung to him as if he were life itself.
"Orrin,” someone called.
"I'm fine, Stefan,” he shouted. Orrin stroked her hair and said, “Stefan is a friend."
Footsteps sounded on the stairs before Stefan entered the room and tossed Orrin's coat at him. “I thought she might need this."
Krista smiled gratefully at the tall, blond man as Orrin helped her into his coat. It hung to the ground, but it covered her body.
"What of Anathar?” she asked Stefan.
Stefan glanced at Orrin. “He got away."
"We'll find him,” Orrin promised.
But Krista didn't care. She wanted out of the house. “I want to go home."
"Yes. Home it is.” He took her hand and led her outside.
To her surprise, a car was parked in the drive. She looked at Orrin.
"What can I say? Stefan is resourceful."
Krista was grateful since she didn't want to walk the five miles back to Cardiff. Once in the backseat with Orrin's arm wrapped around her, she said, “Why did the Weres want me?"
"The same reason I didn't understand how you could have called me to Earth."
She licked her lips and met Stefan's gaze in the rear view mirror. “You two aren't human, either?"
"No."
The single word hung in the air between them. “Where are you from then?"
"Another planet,” Stefan answered. “We protect humans from creatures such as the Weres."
She rubbed her forehead wondering why she found it so easy to believe them. “It's almost like a movie."
"Better actually,” Orrin said with a smile.
She turned and touched his face. “You aren't human, but you look like us."
"Yes, but we are different. We aren't immortal, but we live drastically longer lives than you."
"And we heal faster,” Stefan added.
Krista looked down at Orrin's wounds to find they had all but healed. “Amazing."
"As for why the Weres wanted you, and why you were able to call to me when no other human has ever been able to ... You are more than just a human."
She laughed, but it died on her lips. “More than human? What does that mean?"
"Humans are a special species,” Stefan said. “You are protected by intergalactic law."
"Which means what?” she asked.
Orrin's hand covered hers. “It means that if anyone wants to mate with a human, they have
to have permission first."
"Well, I hate to break it to you, but Kilgorin wasn't asking permission. And neither did you."
"It's like any law, Krista. It's put into place to protect humans, but it isn't always obeyed which is obvious by your birth. Who are your parents?"
She turned and looked out the passenger window. “I don't know. I was adopted at a very young age. All I know is my adoptive family."
"If I can take some of your blood, I can determine what species is mixed with your human blood."
Krista sighed and faced Orrin. “This is a nightmare. I never understood my need to get to Cardiff or the dreams I had of you."
"I'll find your answers for you,” he promised.
The SUV pulled to a stop in front of her flat. Orrin opened the door and got out. Just as her bare feet touched the concrete she remembered her purse and her clothes. “I left my stuff at the house."
"I'll get it,” Stefan said.
"Will Anathar come after me?"
Orrin and Stefan exchanged looks before Stefan said, “He won't bother you. You were Kilgorin's, and he's dead."
"That's a relief, I suppose."
Orrin took her hand. “Would you like some company?"
She was so glad he wanted to stay that she didn't trust her voice. She nodded, and he shut the door as Stefan drove away. Once in the house, she walked straight to the bathroom and into the shower.
She scrubbed her body twice before the shower door opened, and Orrin stepped inside. He pulled her against him and lowered his head to her lips. His kiss was slow, sensual and made her blood burn for more.
When he lifted his head and caressed her face, she waited for him to speak. “You haven't asked what I am?"
"You're Orrin, and you saved me. That's all I need to know."
He smiled. “If only it were that simple, Krista. I wasn't jesting when I said no human has been able to call to an Acanti before now."
"What does that mean for me?"
"It depends on what you are, I suppose."
She wrapped her hand around his thick cock. “Right now, the only thing I want is you."