Vampire Coalition - Complete Collection

by J. S. Scott

  Ethan's face crumpled. “Damn. She takes all of the fun out of revenge.” He brightened. “But she didn't say we couldn't rough them up?”

  Rory and Ethan both looked at him expectantly, an evil look on their faces. “She just said don't kill them.”

  “Right. We'll leave them breathing. Barely” His brothers strode toward the council as Nathan arrived beside Sasha.

  He didn't give his brothers another thought. They would have no problem taking care of six mages. They were no match for the power of two vampires.

  He ripped off the chains that kept her upright and manufactured a blanket to wrap her nude body.

  Christ! And they call us vampires barbarians! A vampire would never do something like this to a woman.

  He picked her up gently. “Sasha?”

  Her head slumped against his chest and she didn't answer. She had fallen back into a drug-induced sleep. His face was stormy as he glared at her family. He wasn't sure which two were her parents, but he really didn't care. He hated every one of them.

  Their faces were all filled with fear as Rory and Ethan descended on them. Nathan got a twisted sense of delight knowing they would suffer. Ethan and Rory wanted justice for their brother's mate and they would get what they had given to his mate...and more.

  He disappeared into the night, his life and love cradled in his arms.

  Chapter 6

  Sasha knew that Nathan was none too happy to be staring at her across the mating chamber the following night. He said it was too soon, the night before being too difficult for her.

  But here he was...catering to her desires once again. Her heart raced as she watched him, his eyes intense on her nude body. She had been stripped and consented to the mating. She was eager to belong to him. After what had happened last night they couldn't be mated fast enough for her. She needed to give Nathan his soul and she desperately wanted to be his forever.

  I won't bind you, Sasha. Not after yesterday.

  His fervent statement flowed through her mind and she smiled at him as she approached him. “Do what you must, my love. It doesn't matter,” she whispered to him softly. “As long as the end result is that I belong to you and you have your soul.”

  She was aware of the eyes that watched the ritual mating from the darkened windows. She thought it would unnerve her, but she found it strangely arousing. Those vampires, unknown strangers, would watch as Nathan made her his. She knew the ritual by heart, so it startled her as Nathan reached down and freed his own cock, ripping off the leather covering and tossing it on the floor. “If you want this done today...I will do it my way,” he told her fiercely as he scooped up her naked body and climbed the steps to the silk covered bed.

  Nathan had chosen a violet color for the bed that matched her eyes exactly. As he laid her on the smooth, cool covering, he slid onto the bed and they faced each other. His eyes were intense as he spoke the binding words in his native language.

  Sasha quivered as she felt the magic swirl through the room. Her emotions mirrored Nathan's and she could feel him trying to hold himself in check. He kept his eyes frozen with hers as he murmured the words that she couldn't understand, but that moved her with their power.

  His mating mark glowed as he brought it to her hip to match their marks. It burned like the fires of hell as Nathan's soul escaped her grasp and their souls parted and split…and then melded together again. She gasped as his soul passed into him through their joined marks.

  She started murmuring her own spell as Nathan's eyes glowed red and his body jerked. She didn't have his enormous power, but she could help him.

  “Mine.” Nathan growled as he reached for her. He took her mouth roughly and grasped her head to keep her head from moving as he devoured her with his tongue. Her already damp pussy flooded as his tongue swept into her mouth, branding her. She gave as good as she got, aggressively seeking his out of control tongue with her own. He broke off the kiss, panting for breath, trying desperately not to control her.

  Before he had a chance to make any demands, she reached for his rock hard cock and wrapped her lips around the engorged member. She pushed him onto his back as she licked the tip, savoring the taste of him. She heard a growl, and then groan as she slid her mouth over him boldly, satisfying his need. She stayed with him, acting before he could, sensing every desire that he had.

  Crawling over his body, she swung her hips around until she straddled his face.

  “Mine.” He snarled before he attacked her mound as she continued to suck his cock, her cheeks puffing in and out as she took him as deeply as she could. She took the rest of him in her hand and worked his cock over and over as he groaned into her pussy.

  She moaned around his member as his mouth invaded her, hot and unrelenting, making her squirm against his face. His tongue was like fire licking over her clit, arousing her to a fevered pitched.

  She fingered his balls gently as she sucked him as hard and fast as she could. He was groaning against her and her body writhed against him as she felt him tense. He came with an intensity that made his whole body shake. His scorching release exploded in the back of her throat and she swallowed, eager for every drop of his explosion.

  He tongued her hard, moving her folds and zeroing in on her clit. She stiffened as she knew what he wanted next. He wanted to invade every orifice on her body and his slippery finger slid into her back hole and his other hand slipped two fingers into her empty channel.

  Sasha levered herself on her arms as she felt his attack from every angle. She threw her head back as he fucked both holes with his fingers as his tongue continued laving her clit.

  “Oh, God. Nathan. It's too much,” she sobbed as his fingers worked furiously, and his tongue was relentless.

  Over and over. Again and again. She was on overload and ready to come apart. He was working his fingers opposite, so that he was withdrawing from her anus as he pumped into her soaking channel.

  Her heart was ready to fly out of her body from pumping so hard and she screamed as she came, flooding Nathan's mouth with hot, creamy liquid that he lapped at voraciously.

  Dizziness overwhelmed her and she had to fight for consciousness as she nearly passed out from ecstasy. Nathan was holding her hips upright as her limp body tried to sink. He continued swallowing her juices as she gasped for oxygen.

  His strong arms swung her leg over his face and he pulled her on top of him. He wrapped an arm around her neck and kissed her. She could taste their sex mingling together as their tongues met and their sweat-soaked bodies slid together.

  Sasha could feel his hard cock against her ass cheeks as he scooted her back and broke off the erotic embrace. “Mine.” His eyes were still sparking red and his face looked pained. “Ride me. Ride my cock.”

  She slid further back and grasped his steely, massive member. She was spent, but need was driving her...and she needed to feel Nathan inside her.

  They were both slick and wet. Sasha tried to relax her muscles as she slid her aching pussy over his cock until it was buried deep inside her. Oh, God. She felt so full. He penetrated deep in this position and she clenched around him hard.

  He grasped her hips. “Fuck me. Ride me hard.”

  She let him set the pace and got carried away by his needs and desires that were also hers. He was demanding, lifting his hips up to meet her descending flesh. She was lost in the slapping of skin against skin and his cock filling her again and again. Faster and faster. He lifted one hand and brought her hand to her breast. She knew what he wanted and she unashamedly fingered her nipples, pulling and tugging as she rode his cock at a furious pace.

  Her eyes met his red gaze, but she could still see Nathan beneath the red glare. He was watching her hotly, taking in every sound that escaped her throat.

  “Mine. My Sasha” He snarled as he slammed into her, pulling her hips hard against him as he penetrated her deep and strong. Her body quaked as she began to climax. She moaned as she rocked her hips frantically against Nathan's.

/>   He reached up his arm and curled it around her neck, bringing her down to him. His lips licked erotically over her vein before his fangs punctured her. She felt the moment of pleasure/pain before she was flooded with complete erotic pleasure. The tiny fangs that sprang from her own gums startled her, even though she knew it was coming. It wasn't so much the fangs appearing as the intense hunger that she had for Nathan. She sunk her fangs into his shoulder, ravenous for the taste of him. He jerked and tensed, burying his cock to the hilt. She came, milking his cock at the same time as he spilt deep into her womb.

  They detached their fangs and Nathan quickly stopped the bleeding before wrapping her against him. The orgasm seemed to last forever, sucking every bit of energy she had as she lay breathlessly on top of Nathan.

  She tried to roll off of him, knowing he was taking every bit of her weight, but he held her there. “Stay.” His voice was hoarse as he held her tightly on top of him. She felt a thin sheet cover them and she turned her head to look into his beautiful brown eyes.

  She saw eternity in that adoring, loving gaze.

  “Did you use your magic on me?” he mumbled sleepily.

  “Just a little spell to help me hear your urges quickly, feel them as they were coming to you.” She told him innocently. “I knew you didn't want to lose control. I thought it would help if I could...anticipate your needs.”

  “It helped. It wasn't too rough, was it?” he sounded anxious.

  She sighed. “I would say it was just perfect. We belong to each other now.”

  “Sweetheart, we always have,” he whispered softly to her. “Now it's just official.”

  She kissed him softly and laid her head on his shoulder as darkness took her in its loving embrace.

  Epilogue

  The mage didn't have wedding ceremonies...but the Hale brothers insisted on a party...with lots of food.

  Sasha smiled as she watched the Hale brothers and Adare devour more food than most people could eat in a month. Staring fondly at her mate who was currently involved in the eating and back slapping male bonding, she let out a long, deep breath.

  Nathan looked up and their eyes met. He excused himself abruptly and came to her side muttering, “When you look at me like that I want to take you to bed.”

  She rolled her eyes. “Any look I give you makes you want that. I can give you the evil eye and you want to go to bed.” She laughed softly as he pulled her against him.

  “You don't even have to look at me. All I have to do is think about you and I want you.” He gave her a wicked grin as he continued, “Which is pretty much all the time. I could probably keep you in bed forever and it still wouldn’t be enough.”

  She could feel his hard cock again her belly and her body quickened. Her mate's sexual appetite secretly delighted her, although she teased him about it. In the last week since they had mated, they had spent more time in bed than out of it. His brothers razzed him constantly about being enchanted by his mate...but he didn't seem to mind very much and it didn't change his behavior one bit. He continued to drool over his mate daily...much to his brother's delight. It gave them a reason to hand back all of the words he had spoken to them when they had their heads up their asses because they were beguiled by their females.

  She smiled as saw the gold and precious stones glint from the ring on her finger. Regan had crafted the jewelry for her and Nathan, a beautiful matching set of mating rings as a gift. The workmanship was beautiful and the matching gold dragons glittered with tiny rubies, sapphires and diamonds that almost brought the creatures to life. She and Nathan both wore them with pride. Regan had given them to her in a private moment that had revealed a rather shocking revelation.

  “What are you thinking about now, my love?” Nathan drew her closer and she laid her head on his shoulder.

  “Liam needs his mate. He's the only brother left.” Sasha smiled as she told him.

  “Liam swears he's a healer and he won't find his mate. No healer has found their mate in over a millennium. He says his mate is his work.” Nathan frowned as he looked at his brother, standing off to one side, chatting with Regan.

  “Oh...I'm pretty certain he's wrong,” she told him with confidence.

  Nathan pulled back and met her eyes. “Why do you think that? Do you know something I don't know?”

  “Maybe...but I won't tell,” she rubbed up against his erection, trying to distract him. It's not my secret to tell. She would tell Nathan someday...but not just yet. He wasn't exactly subtle and to tell him right now would be a disaster.

  “Rub against me like that again and we're leaving.” He gave her a look filled with desire and longing.

  “Promise?” she asked him in a low, sultry voice.

  “You'll find yourself in bed, flat on your back and naked in less than five seconds,” he warned in a voice daring her to do it.

  It was a threat she couldn't resist. Her panties moistened at his commanding, dominate tone. She squirmed and wriggled against him, leaving him in no doubt about the fact that she was calling his bluff.

  He scooped her into his arms and they disappeared, leaving the guests to continue the party without them.

  ~The End~

  LIAM'S MATE:

  Book Four: The Vampire Coalition

  By J.S. Scott

  Copyright © 2012 by J. S. Scott

  Chapter 1

  Excerpts From The Book Of Vampire Healer:

  An intimate act with your chosen mate will release the mating instincts of the vampire healer...

  And so, the vampire healer is a subspecies, classified as vampire, but with definite differences in power and mating habits...

  You are vampire and this book was not written to make you feel different from your brethren, brothers and sisters. It is merely a reference to help you better understand your purpose, obligations and the rules that come with the great privilege that was bestowed upon you at your birth...

  ******

  Regan Taylor slammed the monstrous leather-bound tome closed with a loud bang and a disgusted snort. "Surely you don't believe all of this garbage, Liam?"

  Liam Hale tried desperately not to smile as he eyed the fierce look on Regan's face and reached for the soy sauce in the middle of the low, round table that was practically groaning from the weight of the massive spread of Chinese food. It was his night to pick what they had for dinner. He had called for Chinese to be delivered to his house because he had been working late. Maybe he had gotten a little carried away while he was ordering. "It's our only reference book," he answered casually as he shifted off of his knees and into a sitting position on his living room floor.

  Regan pushed the book from her lap and let it slide to the carpeted floor as she scooted up to the table and lifted her spoon. "It isn't a very good reference. It doesn't even tell you how to mate," she replied indignantly as she spooned a small amount of rice into her mouth.

  Liam paused with his fork half way to his mouth and answered with a smirk, "I actually already know how to do that extremely well. I had plenty of practice in my first hundred years." Too much practice, Liam thought. He had essentially been a man-whore because he knew he was almost certainly never going to be able to have sex again after he crossed the age of one hundred. And he hadn't. Not in three hundred years.

  Regan's cheeks were flushed as she answered, "Don't try to embarrass me, Liam. You know what I mean." She waved her empty spoon toward the book and frowned, "I think they deliberately make it difficult for vampire healers to mate. Not only do you have to find your mate, but then you have to perform an intimate act of some sort before you are really able to be intimate? It makes no sense. Why the mystery? Why can't they just tell you what to do?" Regan swallowed a bite of kung pao chicken before continuing, "And going on and on about the great honor you are given as a healer...blah, blah, blah." She rolled her eyes before adding, "Being a healer is more like being a prisoner for you. You work almost every moment you're awake."

  Liam shrugged as he watched t
he residual blush fade from Regan's animated face. God, she was pretty, and maybe he shouldn't pretend to misunderstand her meaning just to see her rosy cheeks, but he couldn't help it. Problem was...she was pretty much onto him. They had been in each other's company almost every day for eight months and she rarely got flustered anymore. "I doubt that it matters," he replied as he picked up another egg roll and devoured it. "No vampire healer has ever found their mate in the last thousand years. And I've only heard tales of it happening in the long distant past. I'm not certain if it's truth or myth."

  "Whoever created those stupid rules make it impossible. A regular vampire will at least get a chance when his mate calls him to her. Vampire healers don't even get that opportunity. You can't even recognize your mate, much less know what to do to initiate the mating instinct."

  She was right. He was basically screwed, but Liam had pretty much accepted that hundreds of years ago.

  Regan was still vehemently contesting his lack of rights as a vampire healer, but Liam couldn't be anything but happy as he watched her, delighted by her changing expressions and unusual show of emotions. He had been in a state of happiness for the last eight months, since the day that he and Regan had met and become friends. Granted, she had been pointing a gun at him and his brother Nathan at the time, but that could be easily forgiven since she had thought they were trying to kill her sister, Sasha.

  Okay, maybe she hadn't taken to him right away, but Liam had adored Regan since the day she had so bravely stormed Nathan's house, without a single thought to her own safety, to protect her sister.

  Maybe his cock wasn't hard, but what he felt for Regan went way beyond infatuation and physical desire. He had come to depend on seeing her every day. It made life as a vampire healer a hell of a lot more bearable and whole lot less lonely.