Ryze Series: Books 1 & 2

by N. Isabelle Blanco

  I’m going to have to fuck at least ten females back to back to get this one perfect female out of my mind. The least she can do is let me take in my fill.

  Can you tell I’m not looking forward to this dream ending?

  Maybe I can fuck her while we’re here without causing her harm.

  My dick jumps with joy at that plan.

  Her large baby blues fall down to my crotch and widen. I take in her big tits, how her nipples harden beneath her shirt—

  Oh, man. She’s pierced. I can see the two barbells on either side of her little nipples through that light gray tank top.

  That’s it. I’m having her.

  She crosses her arms. “You have two seconds to revise your moronic statement.”

  The wolf inside me practically howls, urging me to put this girl in her place. “Or what?” I smirk, amused and so damn turned on by her.

  Have I ever reacted like this to a female before?

  No. Not me or my inner wolf.

  What the hell is it about this one?

  She starts storming towards me, murder in her eyes.

  Blood leaks out of her neck suddenly, sliding down towards her breasts.

  She doesn’t notice.

  I do.

  She stops in front of me, jamming her finger into my chest. “You think your life matters more than mine? Don’t make me show you just how wrong you are, baby.”

  She’s mocking me.

  I need to fuck her, now, blood and everything.

  But wait. No. The blood.

  “Apologize right the fuck now,” she demands.

  Demand.

  Demand.

  Demand.

  Burgundy hair that shines almost crimson in the street lights.

  Body covered in bright red blood.

  My wolf howls louder and louder for her.

  “Crimson will demand.”

  Those words. The memory. The one thing I’ve been running fourteen-thousand years from—

  My death.

  A primal fear I haven’t felt since the day my best friend prophesied my death tears up my nervous system, igniting an instinctive response.

  My body tries to morph into its wolf form.

  I can’t.

  I choke on panic at that realization.

  My wolf’s still inside me. I hear it wailing for her, this human before me. It’s dying for her.

  Dying.

  I fall back away from her, shaking.

  She follows me, unholy rage in her gorgeous eyes. “Last chance, fuck face. Apologize or I will end you.”

  That beautiful fury. I’ve never seen anything quite like it. I don’t even know how I managed to bring it out, but I want more of it. I want to possess that rage while I tame her with my dick.

  I’ve never wanted anything like I do her.

  Fuck. Fuck. It’s her. She’s the one.

  Survival instinct squeezes down around my heart.

  I try once again to morph.

  I can’t. Can’t change.

  Both I and my wolf are powerless because of her.

  “The wolf’s power will fall. Pride captive to the whims of the soul.”

  I come up against the stairs leading up to a townhouse, Cyake’s words ringing in my ears.

  She pushes me and I fall onto my ass on the steps.

  “Last chance asshole.” She’s standing over me, panting. Still covered in blood.

  Delicious blood.

  Fucking shit, I’m . . . hungry for it?

  “No, this is your last chance.” The growl of a true beast vibrates behind my tone.

  The air around her changes. The heat in her eyes clouds her anger. Even in this dream state, I smell her need for me. For every drop of cum I can possibly give her.

  “Or what?” Her question’s breathy, curious, needy.

  “Or I’m going to put you right on these steps and fuck you so hard neither one of us will survive it.”

  The horniest sound I’ve ever heard come out of a female leaves her parted, juicy lips. “You’d fuck me right on the steps to my house?”

  Her house?

  I tilt my head back to stare at the address, memorizing it. Fuck it if she’s the end of me, when we wake from this dream I will find her.

  “Hunt will be hauled from his peak on the night that she speaks.”

  “You want it. More than anything you’ve ever wanted before. You want me to fuck you right here and force you to squirt all over my dick.” Lowering my head, I growl low at her.

  “I—I do. Oh, God.” Right in front of me, this beautiful bitch slides her hand into the ridiculous polka dot pajamas she’s wearing . . .

  And starts playing with her cunt.

  In that moment, for the first time in millennia, I welcome my death.

  Lunging for her, I grab her and flip her over, laying her on the steps. She opens her arms and legs for me.

  It’s worth it.

  The thought doesn’t surprise me anymore.

  “The thing that was once most important to him will be the thing that destroys him.”

  Right now, she feels so important to both me and my wolf. Worth any sacrifice, even the ultimate one.

  I’ll pay the price to have her.

  But before I die for her, I’m going to fucking gorge on her.

  I lean into her to murmur near her ear, “Outside of this dream, I know you can feel me. Just like I’m feeling you.”

  She wraps her arms around me and licks my jaw like she wants to eat me. “I do. I feel you deep in my pussy already.”

  Fucking hell, any male could come to love a female like her. Chuckling, I lower my lips to her blood coated throat. The scent lays me out flat, and I feel a painful tingle in my incisors. “Not yet baby, but you will.”

  Unable to control the urge, I open my lips over her skin. The anticipation of tasting her blood heightens my need.

  I’m a wolf. Not a vampire. My kind despises those blood sucking assholes. There’s only one vampire alive that I adore and that’s because she’s my sister. I’d kill any of them without blinking an eye.

  Yet here I am, a second away from defying every one of my wolf instincts all for a taste of her blood.

  “What’s your name baby girl?”

  She moves under me, a female starving for dick.

  I’m going to give it to her but I need to know who’s name I’ll be screaming tonight.

  “Soleria. Yours?”

  “Ianthen.”

  Soleria whispers my name in a hungry tone.

  “Sol, baby—”

  “Only my friends call me that.”

  “After tonight, we’re going to be so much more than that.” I nuzzle her skin with my nose, not caring that I’m getting blood all over it. Fucking shit, it’s so delicious that I start to fear I’ll drain her dry just to drink it all. “I want you to play with yourself out there, in the real world.”

  “And you? Will you be doing the same?”

  “Oh yeah, babe. I’ll be jerking this cock so hard.” I reach down to tear off her pants—

  At the same time that my tongue slithers out to lap up her blood.

  Instant. Fucking. Orgasm.

  The force of her inside me obliterates my entire identity, a hellish agony that settles deep in my heart. My cock’s still spurting cum when I slide home inside her.

  I feel her ripped from me, and the loss of her kicks me right out of the dream. My eyes fly open, locking on the canopy over my head, unseeing.

  My vision remains white.

  My dick’s trapped in my fist, cum still spurting from the tip.

  I groan my siren’s name, thrusting into my fist.

  My balls ache for her.

  My heart literally feels shattered.

  I only had her for a short period of time, inside a dream, but the loss of her feels like it’s killing me.

  Killing me.

  I let go of my dick and sit up in a panic.

  That girl is the one. The one I’m suppose
d to die for.

  No. By the gods, no.

  I have to stay away from her.

  I can’t go search her out.

  I feel like I’m going to lose my mind if I don’t.

  She didn’t come. I didn’t get a chance to take her there.

  My dick leaks underneath the covers.

  Fuck, still? The covers are soaked with cum. Soaked. I must have had like seven orgasms during that dream.

  It feels like I haven’t had a single one. The hunger for her is pervasive. Virulent.

  I lick my lips in search of the taste of her blood.

  Her blood? What the fuck is up with that? The thought of drinking blood is repulsive to one of my species.

  Forget it. It doesn’t matter. I won’t be going anywhere near her. Fuck what I thought in my dream. No female is worth dying over. Not when I have thousands of them lined up to satisfy my needs.

  “Dyletri!”

  Cyake?

  I focus hard to listen to what’s going on out there.

  A low deep voice is talking to Cy.

  Shit. I know that voice. It’s Xreak.

  He’d only be here for one reason.

  Something’s going down on Earth.

  Eagerness almost makes me jump out of the bed. I close my eyes and try to control my heartbeat. For a few seconds, I contemplate ignoring Xreak’s presence. Refusing to step foot on that dimension.

  I could end up in Japan and I’ll still flash my way over to New York just to hunt that female down.

  Fear nearly keeps me rooted to my bed.

  Then I remember who the fuck I am.

  I’m a god, and no female will make me fall to my knees.

  No female will be the death of me.

  Especially not a weak human one.

  I throw back the covers and will myself clean. Once that’s done, I will my black-and-blue armor on and dematerialize downstairs.

  Chapter 5

  – Earth, Astoria, Queens, NY (USA)

  IANTHEN

  A ceFtut attack.

  That’s what ripped me from my bed.

  From that dream.

  From Soleria.

  I materialize near the corner where the others are and momentarily stick to the shadows, eyes closed.

  I’m literally less than a block from where the dream took place. If she’s real, I can’t be thinking about her. I can’t. The pull is almost too strong. It takes all my willpower not to head in that direction.

  Another of those dirty bastards lets out a shriek.

  Gods damn it. How many more of them do we have to kill tonight?

  More importantly, how do I finish it off without bounding up the block right after?

  If Cyake sees you like this, you’ll never live it down. Get your shit together and go help them. I dematerialize the last ten feet to my friends. Solidifying, I take a deep, calming breath, preparing to take the remaining ceFtut on—

  A delicious, sultry scent slams into me just as the creature comes skidding into view.

  I’m instantly brought down onto one knee. That smell obliterates something inside me. I’m fucking shattered. Altered. In the blink of an eye, nothing makes sense anymore. “I SMELL HER.” The words are ripped out of me before I can stop them.

  One arm braced on my bent leg, I struggle to stop breathing. Stop breathing. Stop. Never. I was born to take in this scent.

  Born to taste its owner.

  Less than a dozen feet from me, the ceFtut collapses, a struggling, rotting mess.

  I ignore it. Can’t pay attention to it. Not with that scent growing closer.

  “Take that, you trespassing mutant freak! How you liking them bewitched arrows? That ass of a face is burning now, isn’t fucker? How dare you come into my backyard? You want a piece of me, you fugly excuse for a mutt? Come at me, bitch. Come at me!”

  That voice.

  My head still bent, I feel my lips slowly peel back as another growl builds in my chest.

  Her.

  It’s her.

  The wolf inside me howls, struggling to break free.

  “Yeah. That’s right, motherfucker! Booyah!”

  Finally, I lift my eyes. Is she . . . is she shooting arrows into the creature’s eyes?

  Suddenly, she arrives at the corner, crossbow in hand.

  Wearing the same exact pajamas from our dream.

  I’m fucking fixated.

  She stops at the edge of the Gnetica we had erected all over this area, her aura rocking like I’ve never seen a human’s do before.

  Red, white, dark blue.

  That dark red hair falls all the way down to her waist. Her baby blue eyes are narrowed as she assess her enemy while it writhes on the ground. She looks like an avenging war goddess in polka dot pajama bottoms and fluffy slippers.

  An avenging human war goddess that can somehow see through the Gnetica.

  I want my tongue on her. All over her. In her. It’s like a sickness in my blood. One I know I’ll never be able to beat. I look back down, hearing my feverish mumbles. “No, no, no, no.”

  “I fucking love you, Sol!” Evesse screams out.

  What? They know each other?

  The coldness in me spreads. Of course they do.

  Just because she’s real, doesn’t mean she was in the dream with you.

  There’s a long silence following that shout. I squeeze my eyes shut one last time. Enough of this shit. I’m going to get myself together and end this ridiculous reaction.

  “It’s not working on her,” I hear my best friend whisper.

  Like a complete pussy, I remain frozen on this fucking street.

  “Pfftt. Soleria? She’s had ten expert hypnotherapists fail to get through her will. Good luck with that, guys.”

  My mind’s still spinning in confusion at Evesse’s comment when Soleria speaks again.

  “Oh, man. I want one of those.”

  My dick throbs.

  How the fuck is she doing this to me?

  I lift my head to glare at her.

  She’s already looking at me, eyes round. Frightened.

  She should be.

  Her already light skin pales even further. Ripping her stare away from me, she takes a moment to gather herself.

  To hide the mounting panic.

  Killing any hope of denial I might’ve had left.

  Soleria recognizes me.

  She was in that dream with me.

  Putting up a brave front, she turns back to her friends. Her expression is angry, but the way her eyes shimmer is like a kick to the gut.

  “What the fuck is going on here? Where have you two been? Who are all these people? What the fruck was that thing?”

  She’s too beautiful. Easily the most gorgeous female I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  I can’t fight this anymore.

  Standing, I begin walking to her.

  “And why is this womanizer coming towards me right now?”

  I slam to a halt. What did she just say? “Womanizer?”

  Quick for a human, Soleria raises the crossbow and points it in my direction.

  Of course, of all the beings to jump in on this, it’s my own flesh and blood that betrays me first.

  “Fuck me. How could she tell?”

  Can Ianythi sound anymore excited?

  Forget her. There’s more important matters. “Womanizer?” I repeat, genuinely offended.

  Undeterred, the little spitfire meets my stare head on, defiance rolling off her in waves. “Yeah. The stank’s all over you, hoe.”

  Tame her. Control her. Make her beg for it. She’s angry I’m real. Hellcat wants to lash out, huh? Two can play that game. Eyes locked on hers, I mimic her offended comment in our dream, “I beg your fucking pardon.”

  It’s like I slapped her. She turns even paler.

  The most mouthwatering thing I’ve ever laid eyes on.

  Evesse and Ismini swoop in, diverting their friend’s attention away from me.

  My advanced hearing picks up on
Xreak mumbling to Dyletri. “We need to get back. I managed to get the Kystm closed but we have to investigate.”

  Soleria jerks, eyes flying in Xreak’s direction.

  She can fucking hear him, too?

  “Investigate what? Where the fruck are you going? Where the fruck have you been? Don’t you dare think you’re leaving me behind!”

  The way that dark red hair moves all over those shoulders as she looks at everyone . . .

  No. This human seems to have altered hearing. She sees through Gneticas. Her aura is lit up as powerfully as her newly turned immortal friends. She was in that fucking dream with you. Focus asshole. Focus!

  Ismini and Evesse laugh at their friend’s outburst.

  I’m still struggling to catch my breath.

  My best friend chooses that moment to chime in. “She really does like the word fruck, doesn’t she?”

  Clearly the most defiant creature this side of the Universe, Soleria turns on him next. “Yeah, I do. And don’t think I won’t beat the fruck out of you if you even think of taking my best friends with you and leaving me behind!”

  She means it.

  I mean, she has no idea she’s threatening a god—the ex-God of Fate, to be precise—but she still has no qualms about facing down a male that much bigger than her.

  Still laughing, Ismini and Evesse pull her in for a group hug. Soleria’s eyes water once more.

  As the other gods start to debate about whether bringing her back with us is safe, I head towards them and away from the temptation that hellion causes me.

  Cy’s eyes caress Soleria’s body. “We can’t take another one with us . . . “

  I come to a stop next to him.

  “. . . although, damn, maybe we should.”

  Faster than light, my hand shoots up to connect with the back of his head.

  For a split second, our horrified stares connect.

  “Ian! Dude, not you, too! What’s with all this ‘first dibs’ bullshit?”

  What is he talking about?

  Sil, in her never-ending female solidarity, is of course the first to vote in favor. “Let’s just bring her. The girl is going to be . . . gone in a few days. She could use her friends. And they’re pretty kickass . . .”

  Xreak doesn’t seem convinced. “I don’t know. You see how strong that one’s will is. A mind-wipe probably won’t work on her.”

  Cyake is already shaking his head at him, silently conveying, You can’t win this one, bro.