Pallas: Vampire Romance (Vanguard Elite Book 5)

by Annie Nicholas

  An inarticulate sound of mingled pleasure and frustration ripped from Pallas’ throat. Hearing the edge in that was a kick to her heart. Of how much her vampire desired her. Unable to resist him any more now that she’d had a taste, she retraced her path and took him in her mouth.

  “Leona,” he ground out.

  She couldn’t swallow all of his thick length, but she would practice. The thought sent a blaze of need as she licked and tasted and sucked. She clenched her thighs together.

  He flung his head back. One of the chair arms cracked in his hand and he tossed it across the room.

  She dared tease this lethal, feral being? But his response to her was addictive. Moaning low in her throat, she swirled her tongue around the head before sliding her mouth back over his cock. She loved the contrast of silken skin over hard steel. The way he murmured sensual revenge.

  Under her hands, his muscles hardened, his skin warm with stolen heat. “Enough,” he commanded.

  She grazed her teeth over his sensitive tip.

  He hissed. “You are fearless.”

  A crash of possessive desire rushed like a wild storm threw her heart. She really wasn’t fearless, but she knew with Pallas she was safe. Knowing how close he was to the precipice, she licked a line from cock to navel.

  His eyes glittered with fever.

  She wouldn’t surrender to him. Swiping a bead of pre-cum off his tip, she lifted her taunting finger to her mouth.

  That was all she needed to push him over the edge. He rose in one graceful motion, sweeping her into his arms and splaying her across his bed. His jeans were left behind by the broken chair. The mouthwatering masculine strength of his body stole her breath.

  He trailed his hands on her inner thighs, spreading them apart. “No panties to play with this time.”

  “Pallas.”

  “I love the sound of my name on your lips.” When he cupped her, it was all she could do not to buck against the heel of his hand.

  “Oh my God.” She breathed in gasps. “Take me already.”

  “No.”

  Her flesh dampened even more, a rush of liquid. Reflexively, she went to clench her thighs together to ease the growing ache, but he stopped her with one knee between her legs. The bed dipped as he shifted forward, leaning one hand by her head. He separated her nether lips, tracing his fingers over her core.

  Frustrated and needy, she squirmed to rub her clit against his rough skin.

  “Behave.”

  She looked up at an immortal who had a very possessive burn in his gaze. She should have been afraid. A smart person would have had second thoughts before entangling their lives with such a powerful person. But she’d never taken the safe path. That was boring. Pallas was anything but boring.

  Leaning down, he pressed his mouth to her pussy with slow primal intensity that had her stroking his head and shoulders for a harder rhythm. But he continued at his own pace, dragging his sharp teeth over her sensitive bud.

  The zing of blinding sensation arched her back. Need clawed inside her, a voracious beast that only Pallas could feed. “More. I need more.”

  “No.”

  She snarled as he licked a slow line over her entrance.

  “You sound like my wolves.”

  The agony and ecstasy was liquid lightning contained in her mortal and fragile body. She couldn’t bear it.

  As if knowing he was pushing her too far, Pallas ripped her T-shirt down the center from neck to hem to leave her upper body bare and palmed her aching breasts.

  Oh yes. The power behind that magnificent granite body was completely focused on her. Her desire blazed so bright, she couldn’t see.

  He knelt between her thighs, her legs cradling his hips. Their lips met in a wild and possessive hunger. He kissed a line to her throat and whispered. “You are mine.” Just before his fangs closed over the pulse in her neck.

  She moaned. “Yes, I am.” Nothing felt more erotic. “Take me, Pallas.”

  Simultaneously, he bit and slid inside her in a single hard thrust.

  Her scream echoed off the stone walls.

  Pinning her to the bed, he pulled out almost fully then slammed back in. There was no mercy but she never asked for any.

  He rode her, driving them into a blinding peak.

  Chapter Nineteen

  Leona’s chest rose and fell in the pattern of someone in a deep, exhausted sleep. The sheen of sweat still made her skin glow. Pallas had demanded a lot from her and she hadn’t denied him anything. He twirled a strand of her hair around his finger.

  This was a new beginning. He usually didn’t like new things. They meant change and awkwardness and possibly mistakes. All things he hated. But this…he looked forward to discovering what this relationship with the sheriff would bring.

  Her eyes fluttered open and she stretched along his body. “Good morning.”

  “Night.”

  “Ugh, I will never get used to this.” She rolled onto her side for a chaste kiss. “Good night.”

  He caressed her bruised cheek. Her injuries looked worse. “I’m taking you to see a doctor.”

  She kissed the palm of his hand. “I saw one last night before coming here. They just look bad. Nothing some pain killers can’t cure.”

  The floor boards above creaked as shifters stirred.

  “Hungry?” He asked.

  “Starved.”

  “The wolves are better at cooking than I am.” He rolled out of bed. “Come.”

  “Let me rinse off first.” She jumped out of bed and rushed to the bathroom.

  He let her go and dressed. He needed to discuss the pack’s future with their alphas. From his almost empty drawer in his desk, he plucked an envelope that Daedalus had sent him a few weeks ago. The last few days only proved that these wolves were ready to be released onto the world.

  In the kitchen, he found the early risers. “Just the people I wanted to talk to.” He sat at the table where Ian, Clare, Darrell, Julia, Penny, and Alistair ate breakfast.

  They exchanged worried glances.

  Pallas clasped his hands on the table. “It’s graduation day.”

  The alphas blinked as one.

  “We have lots to prepare for,” he continued.

  “Wait.” Clare raised her hand. “Are you kicking us out?”

  He grinned. “Not exactly. I have a graduation present that I think you’ll like.” He handed Ian the envelope.

  The alpha fingered the gift as if waiting for it to explode.

  “Well, open it,” Pallas snapped.

  Ian tore it and pulled out a slip of paper. “It’s a signed blank check.”

  Pallas nodded. “My brother’s lawyers have been converting some of my collected baubles into currency over the last few months.” He fingered the plate of eggs in front of Ian. “I need the manor to continue training other shifters and you need a place to house the pack. You can’t stay here. It would be confusing for the new shifters. So I want to buy you a house.”

  Clare plucked the check from Ian’s loose grip and tucked into her bra. “Done.”

  Ian gave her an incredulous look. “Just like that?” He turned his attention back to her. “That’s it? So long nice to meet you? Fuck that.”

  Pallas was touched that he didn’t want to leave. “No, there’s the contract you all signed when you started your training.”

  They stared blankly at him. Maybe he should have waited until they were more awake. This wasn’t going as he had expected. There was a lot less enthusiasm than he wanted.

  “He keeps the top five shifters.” Clare crossed her arms. “That’s us, right?”

  “Yes.”

  “We’re six.” Alistair smirked. “I never signed any contract.”

  “True.” Pallas nodded. “I didn’t include you or Julia. Blain is number five.”

  “Hey!” Darrell said. “Why not Julia?”

  Pallas sighed. “Because she’s not suited for combat.”

  Alistair sat straighter. “Ar
e you saying I’m not either?”

  Pallas rubbed his temples. He shouldn’t have left his bed. “When the others leave on missions someone needs to stay behind to take care of the pack.” He pointed to Alistair and Julia. “You two are best suited for this job. The Vanguards need an Elite task force. You five will be it.”

  “To do what?” Ian rested his arm around Clare.

  “Whatever is needed to safeguard shifter kind.”

  The patter of footsteps superseded Leona’s arrival in the kitchen.

  She joined them at the table. “I couldn’t help but overhear. You’re already registered as the pack in Alberg and I happen to know of a big blue house that will be a steal.”

  Pallas chuckled. She meant Harold’s empty house, of course. Right by the woods. He should be able to buy the surrounding land. “You still retain hunting privileges here.”

  Ian gripped his forearm. “Thank you.”

  He clapped the alpha’s shoulder. This had been a long time in the making. “Good. You should wake the others and tell them the news.” Those who wanted to return to their old packs could. Those who didn’t would remain with Ian and Clare.

  Pallas pulled Leona closer. She wore another of his shirts. He could get used to this very quickly.

  A new chapter in their lives was about to start. He grinned baring his fangs. He couldn’t wait until the new recruits arrived. The Vanguards had been busy speaking with other packs about a unified justice system of their own. They would need a school to teach those shifters chosen to police their kind. It would be an unofficial capacity for now. But after this event, he had more hope for the future of mankind and supernaturals living side by side.

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  The Omegas have always been the pansies of the paranormal. Now Chicago's top werewolf pack has issued them a life or death challenge. Their only option: hire a vampire warrior to teach them the moves.

  Daedalus has been a powerful vampire for ages. Intrigued by the chance to train the geeks of the underworld, he wasn't bargaining on losing his heart to a human. Can he make the Omegas a success, fit into Sugar's quiet life, and avoid being ripped to shreds in the process?

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  After being disowned and labelled human because she can’t shift, Betty Newman rescues unwanted dogs to fulfill her need for pack. Being rejected by her birth pack was enough pain for a lifetime and she’ll do anything to avoid subjecting herself to their prejudices.

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  A Taste of Shifter Geekdom

  Blind Wolf Bluff

  Penny of the Paranormal

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  The Omegas

  The Alpha

  The Beta

  Omegas in Love

  Sigma

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  Bait

  Catch

  Hunting Colby

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  Not his Dragon

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  Chronicles of Eorthe

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  Starved for Love

  Sinful Cravings

  Stand Alone Books

  Irresistible

  Koishi

  No Refuge

  Boarded

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  About the Author

  Annie Nicholas writes paranormal romance with a twist. She has courted vampires, hunted with shifters, and slain a dragon’s ego all with the might of her pen. Riding the wind of her imagination, she travels beyond the restraints of reality and shares them with anyone wanting to read her stories. Mother, daughter, and wife are some of the other hats she wears while hiking through the hills and dales of her adopted state of Vermont.

  Annie writes for Samhain Publishing, Carina Press, and Lyrical Press.

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  Published 2017

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