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Which is how I find myself pulling up outside the very manor that changed my life. It only takes me a few minutes to knock the four guards out and enter the manor using the same method as that fateful night. I creep through the empty halls, ignoring the lighter patches that once were covered by portraits of those I turned into ghosts.
I haven’t stepped foot inside this place since I took their lives. I can still hear their ghostly screams echoing despite the fact that they never had the chance to cry out. I can feel the brush of fingers raising the hairs on the back of my neck, but alone I walk the halls in search of the other who lived.
I’m not entirely sure I believe Ossias really is who he says, but neither my father nor I can take that chance.
On silent feet I creep into his bedroom, narrowly avoiding a sword as it comes flying towards my neck. I drop to my knees, unsheathing the sword hidden beneath my leather jacket. The blades clash with a ring that jars both my arm and my ears. If I didn’t need silence to carry out this mission, I’d draw my gun and shoot this asshole right between his eyes, but I can’t risk making too much noise or the guards on the other side of the building will come running and my life will be forfeit.
I duck a second swing, before thrusting up with my blade, not to kill, but to disarm. My aim is true, I slice the flesh of his forearm forcing him to drop his sword and knee him right between the legs. He goes down like a sack of bricks, groaning. The sound he makes has me wincing with sympathy but I don’t let it show on my face. Instead I lift him over my shoulder and carrying him back out the way I came. Once I reach my car, I tie his hands and feet before heading back to Laverton and the destiny that awaits me within the prison walls.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Rourke
My entire lifehas been dedicated to protecting the last of the Dragons. I was supposed to keep them safe. Instead I find myself standing on Ossias’ doorstep, covered in demon ichor and feeling like a failure. Not only was I too late to save ir-Regina Tieghi but I returned to find my boss also missing and no one aware that he’d been taken.
What the hell am I going to do? I’ve shamed my people by failing in the task I was born and raised for. I feel like I’m drowning, lost within a storm that won’t let me come up for air. I need to fix this. I need to find Areyna and her brother. The entire supernatural world is depending on it.
I don’t have much of a choice but to take command. I’ve avoided it for the last ten years, but there’s no one else who I trust enough to do this right. “I want men searching the Vampire’s prisons. Men searching the Shifter communities and someone needs to head over to the Seelie courts. I want to know who took them, where they are and who I have to fucking kill to get them back.” The men before me all nod, not one of them arguing or disagreeing. We all love Ossias, he’s been our saviour, pulling most of us from the depths of hell himself. Some literally and some figuratively but he saved us none-the-less. I know I owe him my life. Before he and his family took me in, I was lost to the depression that my kind is vulnerable to.
We’re a dying breed and Areyna is our hope.
We have to find her.
If any harm has come to her, I’ll slaughter them all.
TWENTY-NINE
Areyna
The soft touchof his fingers running up the side of my throat makes me groan. When he follows it with the sweetest butterfly kisses, I’m practically melting. My eyes close of their own accord, so I can’t see Torren as he nips along my jaw playfully, but I can sure feel him. I wrap my fingers in his hair, tugging lightly to let him know I want more than what he’s giving me.
Groaning in frustration as he teases me with only his mouth on my neck, I tug harder on his hair and turn my face. He pulls away before I can seal my lips to his, a playful smirk pulling the left side of his lips up. I bite my own lip before running my tongue over the teeth marks and crooking a finger to make Torren come closer again.
My back hits the wall, Torren’s left hand gripping my throat, “You shouldn’t be in such a hurry, I’ve got what you need.” His other hand follows the curve of my waist, gliding smoothly up until he’s slipping beneath the fabric of my shirt. As his hand explores my naked flesh, he uses his other to grip my hair, angling my head for a kiss that makes my toes curl. His tongue caresses mine in a dance that makes my entire body throb with need.
Torren’s pupils dilate until all I see is the black and white, barely any colour at all. The lustful cloud surrounding us makes my pulse quicken and my fangs protrude, nicking his luscious lips. I suck the blood into my mouth, savouring the coppery tang that has a hint of cinnamon, it’s like taking that first bite of a cinnamon covered doughnut, sweet and savoury at the same time. Make me want more and more.
Torren pulls away, trailing kisses down my throat and moving lower and lower until his hot breath teases my nipple through the fabric of my shirt. “Please.” I moan, begging for him to take my tight bud into his mouth and devour me like I want to devour him. His finger tickles my ribs as he slides my shirt up and over my head, exposing my flesh to his heated gaze. He doesn’t make me wait long, pulling down one cup to gently bite my nipple and then he’s sucking so hard I groan out of sheer bliss. My hips buck of their own will as I loose myself completely in the erotic sensations spreading throughout my body from Torren’s mouth alone.
I want more though, so I grab his hair once more and force him lower. He fumbles with the button on my jeans, before pulling them slowly down my legs. I feel vulnerable for a moment as he just kneels there staring up at my barely covered body, but the pure lust in his dark sapphire eyes makes me feel powerful and greedy. So damn greedy. I want everything he has to offer me.
I reach behind, unlatching my bra and letting the lace fall from my fingers in an open invitation that he doesn’t decline. Torren lifts up on his knees, his face level with my mound. Even through the thin black lace, I’m positive he can see how wet I am for him. He breathes in deeply as though committing my scent to memory before dipping his head and licking right along my seam.
I cry out, unable to hold back as he uses his teeth to drag the fabric down my legs before returning to lick me once more. This time on my bare flesh; Circling my little bundle of nerves with his tongue. His finger dip inside me, teasing me with just the tips before removing them and replacing those digits with a quick flick of his tongue. I’m trembling, moaning and begging, but he doesn’t give me what I want the most. He continues to tease me, drawing the pleasure out until I feel like I’m going to burst.
My entire body tightens, eager to find the release his talented tongue promises. I’m almost there, teetering right on the edge, but he stops.
Actually stops, pulling away and standing to his feet. My groan is one of disappointment as he brings those glistening lips closer, sealing them to mine. I can taste myself on his lips, it should be repulsive, a turn off, but I find myself licking every drop of my essence from him and then dropping my hand to his groin, unbuckling his belt and pulling his throbbing cock free. I wrap my fingers around him, determined to make him beg and plead like he did to me. He grips my hair, tugging harshly until my ear is right beside his mouth, “Get on your knees and suck it hard babe.”
His filthy words should make me run, but I drop to my knees, take his cock into my mouth and do as he commanded. My pussy clenches with every groan I pull from his lips. Going deeper and deeper until I can feel him brushing the back of my throat. I’m scared to gag, so I suck harder, lashing my tongue around his head with each bob. I might be the one on my knees, but I’m in command now.
My fangs scrape his cock forcing a hiss of pain past his lips, panicking, I release him with a loud smacking sound that makes me blush. “Sorry, I didn’t-.”
“Fuck, I didn’t know fangs could feel that good there.” He whispers, pulling me to my feet. “We’re nowhere near done, babe.” He says as he lifts me into his arms and kisses me senseless. With a start I feel myself falling as he lets go of me, landing lightly on the soft mattress of my own bed. Torren doesn’t give me a chance to do much more than grip the purple duvet covering my bed before he resumes his punishment of my pussy. His talented tongue lashes at me in quick flicks that have me squirming and moaning in no time.
“I need more.” I groan out as I once more reach that ledge. I pull his hair until he relents, climbing up the bed so he’s poised between my legs, the tip of his cock teasing at my entrance. One kiss is all he gives me before thrusting in so hard I feel the stretch like a burn. I cry out, sinking my fangs into the soft flesh of his neck. Every thrust has me sucking harder at his blood. I lose myself in the passion and bloodlust until he goes limp in my arms, crushing me with his weight.
“Torren?” I hiss, shoving him roughly. “Torren!” The scream is ripped out of me as I manage to push him off, his lifeless eyes staring up at me.
