by Brynn Burke
Lynx pulls out a little black journal. You can tell it’s old, worn, and it looks like it needs to be handled with care but that doesn’t stop me from quickly snatching it right out of his hands.
Most of what he was saying sounds like a complete bunch of bullshit.
But as soon as I open the first page of the book, it falls out of my hands and I can’t help but be shocked.
Right on the inside cover is a picture of Oksana and I from the night of Prom. Under the pictures are two completely different names ‘Neoma and Sunniva: Year 2010’. How is this possible?
I have so many questions and Lynx bends down on the ground, picking up the journal that somehow landed straight up with the picture showing.
“You know what the names mean?” He asks and I shake my head.
“Essentially it has the meaning of sun and moon. You and Oksana are the complete opposite. Light and dark.” I look into his eyes and ask the question I asked earlier. Now I need to know even more now than I did before.
“And which am I?” I say almost inaudible.
“Hadley, you are not what you think…”
I snap and yell at him, “That doesn’t answer my question Lynx!”
“Hadley, you are light fae… the same as I.”
I am light fae? Light?
I was not expecting that.
“So… Oksana?”
“That is unknown. And that truth will not be known until we step foot in Otherworld.”
For once in my life, I feel relieved.
I am not dark.
I am light.
Out of nowhere Elliot speaks up, standing. “Looks like we have company.”
17
Killian
After Wyatt seems just about finished pleasuring Oksana, he leans down and whispers in her ear. I hear her breathless exhale of “Yes. Okay. Thank you.”
He stands and looks over to me, giving me a nod and then he walks to the bathroom. I hear the door click behind him. The shower starts up and I look over to my girl laying on her side, staring at me. If I didn’t know any better, I would have assumed she was a succubus. The gleam in her eyes and the way she bites her lip… she is a sex goddess reincarnated and she doesn’t even know it.
She slowly sits up, perfect breasts and pussy in my view. She stalks her way over to me, crawling on all fours. It may be the sexiest thing I have ever seen and as horny as I am… my cock is to the point where it’s getting tight and painful.
I want her. Fuck, I crave her… but this little game of cat and mouse is driving me wild. I am curious to see what she is going to do next, so I just sit here raising my eyebrows, daring her to make the move. And boy, does she ever.
One minute she is on the bed looking like a sex kitten, and the next she is straddling me up close and personal in my lap. I think she is just as shocked as I am by her transporting. Since we are not fully mated yet, I assumed that she would not have this specific vampire perk.
I don’t give her much more time to think about why she got here because I grab her by her perky ass cheeks and move her up and down, pussy rubbing down the length of my outlined cock through my jeans. She throws her head back, griping my shirt in a tightly closed fist. Her neck… it’s so smooth and enticing. I go for the side that is not staring to heal, the opposite side from Wyatt’s claiming mark… snaking my head back, striking her head like a viper attacking its prey. She gasps out and moans.
The show given to me by Wyatt and Oksana was hot, slow, and passionate but nonetheless it was hot. But that’s not how I am. I am aggressive and some have even called me a savage. I am known to be a greedy, relentless motherfucker, taking everything and anything I want.
I take her blood in and once again I am amazed by how good she truly does taste. It’s sweet and decadent. I could live off the blood flowing through her veins for the rest of my life, needing nothing else but her.
I retract my fangs and transport to the nearest wall, pushing her up against it forcefully, freeing my cock from the confines of my pants at the same time.
I shove myself deep inside of her, watching as her eyes roll into the back of her head.
I pound into her a few times and then I’m being thrown across the room, landing on my back in the bed.
It takes me a mere moment to catch my breath and when I do, she comes flying at me with a smirk plastered across her face. She knows… it’s like she knows what I want, what I need, and what I crave. How it makes me feel being dominated and taken control of. Besides that I know she wants to feel the power, the power of having control over someone else rather than someone having control her. She may not admit it, but I know deep down this is what she needs right now, and I am more than welcome to give her exactly what she desires.
With each of her legs straddling my hips… when she slides down my length it is now my turn to have eyes roll to the back of my head.
She takes advantage that I’m completely distracted and grabs my hands, holding them above my head in a one handed tightly fierce grip while her other shreds the shirt I am wearing off of my body into thousands of little pieces. I try to get out of her hold, but it feels as if they are cemented in place. Her new-found abilities are making her a hell of a lot stronger than I initially thought.
She rides me hard and fast, like she’s on top of a stallion. Her eyes are closed, and her hands moved shortly after she began to feel nothing but ultimate pleasure. I take one hand from above my head and watch as she senses my movement. Her eyes flash open and a growl slips out from between her luscious lips. I quickly move my hand under her arms and with the pad of my thumb rub it against her clit. Her pussy tightens around me and I have to think of such asinine thoughts to prevent myself from coming.
Feeling her wrapped around me is unlike anything I have ever experienced.
Now I’ve had my fair share of different varieties of women. But there’s something about knowing that she is mine, as I am hers. It’s unreal. A strange thing that I always prayed never to have, now… I can’t have it any other way.
I lean up on one of my arms and with the other one, I grab the back of Oksana’s head forcing her closer. I take her lips with my own, slightly sucking her bottom lip, giving it a rough bite. Within a moment, I taste her blood and know I won’t be able to hold out much longer.
I move my hand from my head onto her throat, forcing her head down to my pec, silently demanding her to bite me.
She strikes with no shame, drinking down my life force.
My balls start to tighten up, so I dig my fangs deep into her shoulder, just below where I bit her a few minutes ago.
I feel this tingly sensation throughout my body and as soon as I feel her pussy tightening around my cock as she lets out a silent scream and I can’t hold it in any longer.
I detonate like an explosion.
I see black spots clouding my vision and my whole body feels exhausted, drained like she just sucked the soul right out of my me.
This is how we vampire’s mate. Sex and blood. It’s how we form the bond.
After our intense lovemaking, she falls straight on my chest and I can hear her even breathing.
Poor thing is absolutely exhausted.
I hug her tight to my chest feeling relieved.
She is going to live, no more empty stares and turmoil from within.
I never want her to experience anything like that again.
As long as I am in her life… she will never suffer, not for one fucking second.
I’ll make damn sure of it.
18
Oksana
Hadley and the other two men come barging into the hotel room, slamming the door shut as they walk in. I can tell something is up, I just don’t know what exactly. Lynx is lost in thought, while Wyatt looks like a scared cat with its fur raised upon the top of its back. His body is tense and Hadley rushes over towards the window, peeking out through the curtains slightly.
“What’s going on?” I ask to no one in particular, but that doesn�
��t mean I don’t expect an answer.
I get up from the bed, carrying the comforter with me. I know how Hadley felt earlier when I was nude, so I pick up my clothing from off the floor and start frantically putting them on. I grab my shirt, dropping the blanket from around my body as I turn around and quickly throw the tank top back on. I turn back around and see Killian doing the same with his jeans.
Elliot is the one who speaks up, just as Wyatt exits the bathroom. “We’re about to have some company.”
“Talk to me,” Wyatt addresses as he walks towards me, grabbing me in his arms while pressing his lips against my forehead.
It’s a different feeling. Having someone so openly show you affection. I always wanted that when I was younger. I even dreamt of it. I was always envious of those girls in the corridors of school sneaking in kisses and love from their boyfriends, and now I have such things. I don’t necessarily hate it, quite the opposite actually. After being alone for so long… it feels so good to be touched… to be wanted.
“They are traveling by foot. I sense between thirty to forty and they aren’t being quiet in the least. It’s like they want us to know they are on their way.”
“Let them come, we can handle them. Together I know they won’t stand a fucking chance,” Wyatt replies.
I see Hadley run to her bag, pulling out a gun. She checks it over and then grabs something else, stuffing it in the side of her yoga pants.
“That’s not going to stop these types of enemies, Hadley. It might slow them down a bit but within moments they are going to be back up and pissed the hell off.” Elliot says.
“Well then how the hell am I going to help?”
Elliot grabs a chair, flipping it around and sits next to Hadley on the bed.
“Want a quick run down?”
She nods her head.
“Ugh. Yeah,” She says.
“Okay, Vampires you’re going to want to get close enough to snap their necks but not too close that they get the chance to taste your blood. Not knowing exactly what you are, what you’re capable of… we wouldn’t want them to taste your blood and be able to trace your blood like our friend over here,” Elliot says pointing to Killian over his shoulder, “Shifters are more difficult, you’re going to want to use those bullets, they are quick and when they’re in animal form it’s a lot more difficult to take them out. We tend to be rather large, so shoot them in their legs. If you can’t do that and they get too close, hit them in the face. It’ll confuse their senses. Once again, don’t let them bite you. That is actually how we became the way we are now. It’s painful and you being a woman…” He trails off, lowering his head.
“Is he okay?” I ask Wyatt.
“It’s… it’s a long story. Not mine to tell.”
Finally, Elliot coughs and stands.
“I think we covered the basics. Anyone else have anything else to add?” He asks while looking around the room.
No one responds. He nods at Hadley before removing his shirt and he shifts. I still can’t get over seeing these men turn into something that is so majestic.
Elliot’s a white wolf, he’s so beautiful.
I take one hesitant step in his direction. Turning back to Wyatt and he shakes his head at me, giving me permission.
The wolf sits like the most perfect statue and when I approach with my arm out stretched, his head nudges right into my palm. I smile at how soft his pelt is and giggle at the wetness on his nose. He’s so much like a dog. It has always been one of my dreams to be able to touch a wolf. Now I am petting my mate’s brother’s head. I laugh at how strange my life is. Never would I have thought that my life would turn out like this.
I always thought I would die.
Die in that freezing cold basement all alone. Well, I guess I wouldn’t have been alone. I made friend with a few critters. There was this lovely little spider, black widow who kept to herself, but I talked to her quite often. I guess I just have always had a way with animals, a fondness for them of sorts.
My life has changed. Everything about me has changed and even though I was previously a slave… I know that everything that happened to me, it was meant to happen. In a twisted, fucked up sort of way… this has always been my destiny.
Elliot gets a little closer, rubbing his large body against mine, growling a little
“Watch out, brother, seems as if you are getting a little too close to what is mine.”
Hadley snorts at the playful banter, she approaches just as I did, carefully and hesitantly. Animals are very unpredictable, and she must have been thinking the same as I.
She crouches down to Elliot, lowering her head, “May I?”
A huff escapes the white wolf and as Hadley is just about to touch his fur, the large hotel window crashes in and Lynx is being pulled through it.
Hadley stands, rushing to grab her gun from its resting place on the bed and before I know it, she’s rushing out the broken window.
“Stay where I can protect you. Promise me, Oksana. Killian and I need you in our sight at all times.”
I nod my head as everyone rushes towards the door.
I’ve never fought. I’ve never had the strength, or the experience and I know I am completely useless to everyone.
I may not know how to fight, but one thing I know for certain is that if anyone messes with any of my people, the people in my pack, I will kill them.
No one fucks with the people I love and care about.
No one.
19
Wyatt
The world around all around me is in complete chaos. The enemy is surrounding me in every which way.
I can’t keep track of anything going on around me except making sure that no one is able to get to Oksana. That no one is within distance of her reach.
I get a moment to catch my breath, and turn to make sure she is exactly where I left her. Now I’m realizing I am not in the same spot I started off in.
Shit.
“Oksana!” I scream out to her through our bond, but I get no response.
How could I be so foolish?
I have one job. To protect my mate and I can’t even fucking do that.
As I’m fighting off one of these measly little minions, I look around and try to see where Killian is… maybe Oksana is with him.
I hear a loud scream coming from my left. Make no mistake, I know whose voice that is.
I don’t know how I know it’s hers and not her sister’s, I just know. I can feel both anger and terror coming from our bond.
I push the current supernatural being I am fighting off of me, breaking his arm in the process and rush towards the wooded area I just saw Oksana’s body fly into.
Please be okay, please be okay… It’s a constant prayer I keep repeating in my head.
I don’t even want to think about what I would do if something has happened to her.
The attack came on rather quickly and I figured that I would remain in human form, while Elliot shifted. Being a wolf is usually perfect for a battle such as this but it’s also sometimes a burden. We are fast but a vampire who can transport is faster. Being in human form allows weapons to be used. Plus we can grab, throw and give a good punch. Even using our hands in order to break a neck. There have been many times where both Elliot and I have almost died… the one thing that has saved us is the fact that direwolves have a very deadly bite to vampires. Deadly meaning one bite and our venom is like acid eating away the vampire from the inside out. I have no idea why it does that. I don’t believe anyone actually knows the truth behind it, but I have seen that many races have traits that are deadly to one or another.
As I rush into the woods, I have to shove the men trying to take me down. They want a fight. They want to kill, and I would love to give them what they want but my mate is more of a concern then these pieces of shits who have no minds of their own. They are all just blind soldiers following a ring leader. Their said ring leader being a god damn lunatic.
I follow Oksana’s sce
nt and when I come across her, I go speechless. She has shifted and her wolf… it’s the greatest thing I have ever seen.
She is black and white. Split down the middle, with black paws on the white side and white paws on the black side. On the white side, her eye is red and on the black it’s yellow. Her teeth are so long, so fierce looking you’d think she is a snake with curved fangs. Top it all off she is larger than me or my brother.
She is a few meters from me, staring and suddenly she charges towards me. I believe that she is going to attack me, however instead she takes out two men who followed me in the woods. She doesn’t kill them, rather takes them out with her body and paws. I don’t think she realizes how potent our bite is.
“You are spectacular.” I tell her, through our connection.
“This feeling, it’s so freeing… I have this craving to run and hunt.”
“That is your wolf. It’s what we crave and need. Freedom.” I explain to her.
“Anything I should know being in this form?”
“Follow your instincts, let your wolf guide you.”
Her snout lifts up into the air and the fur on her back raises, body going as stiff as a board.
“Oksana… what’s wrong?”
“He’s here. He’s here, Wyatt. I can smell him.”
“Who are you speaking of?”
“Monster.”
Not good.
I don’t know how she is going to react and the last thing I want is for Archer to get his grimy paws on my mate once again.
