AllFreeNovel
Share Us
If he didn’t obtain The Immortal thread, he would become a vampire again. That was when he would turn Kates, but he wanted to be the one to do it. He wanted to be her sire, to have that connection with her for eternity. And part of that was keeping her alive—for now. If Jiyama killed her, she might take Kates’s body away. He needed her body to have the witches bring her back to life, and if Jiyama turned Kates herself, he didn’t know if she could be turned back to human without Davy’s assistance. Too many variables had entered the room when Jiyama found Kates. Lucan wanted to control everything, so he needed to distract Jiyama and then remove her as soon as possible.
He ran a hand up Jiyama’s arm, feeling the shudder that he created in her, and his hand cupped the back of her neck. Jiyama started to tremble against him, her small breasts rubbing against his chest. He lowered his head, his mouth right next to her ear, and he whispered, “Drink, Jiyama. Taste what vampires have thirsted over for centuries. Taste a slayer’s blood.”
He smelled her wanton desire in the air. He knew she was close. One taste and Jiyama would forget everything she saw in this room. The feeding would overpower her. He pressed her head down, pushing her close to Kates’s blood. His finger cut more into Kates’s skin. The slayer didn’t move, and he looked up—she had passed out.
Probably for the best, he thought as he grinned, his mouth still so close to Jiyama. He pressed a kiss to her ear and whispered to her, “Quench yourself, Jiyama. It’s like nothing you’ve tasted before.”
Her body kept trembling against his, but he felt the instant she gave in. Her fangs came out, and she drew in a deep breath, before lunging for Kates’s leg. He pulled his finger away just as her teeth sank in, and she drank. As she kept drinking, Lucan ran a hand down Jiyama’s back, enjoying this moment. His vampire lover was feasting on his human lover, and as she kept going, he moved to the back of Jiyama.
She groaned, moving against him. He knew what she wanted. It was what he wanted as well, and as she kept drinking, he lifted up her dress and lowered his pants. He slipped inside of her, thrusting deep as she arched her back from the pleasure.
Grabbing ahold of her slim hips, Lucan pulled out, only to thrust back in. He fucked her hard, and once Kates would be willing, he couldn’t wait to do the same to her again.
DAVY
I was hurrying.
The farther I could get away from the others, before they realized my disappearance, the better. The spell I cast should keep them asleep for an additional few hours. Long enough so they couldn’t catch up if they dared to try. Every hour, I gave myself some Immortal speed, zooming through the woods, but I stopped almost as soon as I started. I didn’t want to wear myself out. I was still hoping to keep regrouping The Immortal powers, but once I got to another mountain and came to a cliff’s edge, I knew I needed to use a bit more than I planned.
Mustering up an extra amount of energy, I felt the world falling away. I looked down. It wasn’t the world. It was me. I was lifting myself in the air and over the deep ravine until I landed on the other side. Once landing on my feet, I let out the breath I’d been holding and tried to stop any powers that I might’ve still been using, any leftover. Once I was sure I had completely stopped, I looked up. I needed to head over this mountain, but I knew there was so many more to go. I felt the Mori and Kates. It was low in my gut, but it was like an anchor deep inside of me. It was pulling me toward them.
I was going for Kates, but I was going to kill Lucan. He couldn’t be allowed to remain alive. He’d keep coming. He’d keep trying to hurt me, hurt Lucas, hurt anyone else that I loved.
There was another battle coming. I felt Jacith’s presence. He was over my shoulder, watching me, studying me, and I knew that he would arrive soon. But first, head ducked down, I started up the embankment. I needed to kill Lucan first.
“She’s gone!”
Wren ripped down the tarp and raced outside. She repeated, “Davy’s gone.”
The rest of the vampires were awake and on their feet instantly. Gavin reached for his sword, but there were no enemies to fight. He forced his hand to release the weapon as he gazed around. “What are you talking about?”
“No.” Tracey shook her head. “Wren is right. Davy is gone. I can’t hear her heartbeat anywhere.”
Gavin stifled a curse. Lucas would be furious about this. Davy wasn’t helpless, but she still didn’t know the full force of her powers, and she had struggled. She used too much of her powers helping them escape. They shouldn’t have been able to get away from the Mori, but they had. They all knew it had been because of Davy, and she’d been exhausted since.
His anger started to mount. They had to find her. They had to stop her, or at least slow her down. She couldn’t go back unassisted.
Gregory began picking up his weapons and the rest of what little they had around the camp.
Gavin asked, “What are you doing?”
The giant vampire stopped and gave him a hard look. “What do you think? We have to go after her.”
“No.” Wren drew both of their gazes.
Gavin took a step toward her. “What did you say?”
She raised her chin up. “I’m not going.” Her eyes cooled. “She made her choice, to go without us. I’m going to find Lucas. It’s time we returned to our leader’s side.”
“He would want us to
aid Davy.”
“Then I’ll get that order from him.” Wren reached down and grabbed the bow and her satchel of arrows. She fitted both over her back, pulling her arm through the strap. “I’m going this way.”
“Davy went that way.” Gavin pointed the opposite direction.
“I’m going, Gavin.” Wren’s tone was final. “I’m sorry, but I have to go where I feel I’m supposed to be. Lucas needs us. He’ll move at a faster rate if we are at his side.”
