It was Zane’s turn to moan. “Let’s do it.” His eyes turned serious. “Then you need to get some sleep.”
Tanya nodded, feeling so happy she could burst.
Chapter 17
One month later…
Zane held little Sam in his arms. The minuscule weight of his son felt like heaven to him. His little boy had just drifted off to sleep. It had been a very long morning after all.
It wasn’t every day that a royal, vampire heir was introduced to the covens. Hard work for a newborn. He looked down at the tiny form sleeping in his arms and then across the room at his little human. Brant was at her side and they were talking with Xavier and Esral. The vampire prince had his arm firmly around his mate. He didn’t think he’d ever seen a couple more in love, more glued together at the hip, than those two. Esral looked up adoringly at Xavier, and Zane shook his head. He had to smile.
His eyes locked with the alpha wolf who smiled as well. Ward made his way over, weaving between the milling guests. The male held an older baby in his arms. The little girl was the spitting image of her father. She smiled, a big toothless grin and gurgled happily.
“Congratulations,” Ward said. The alpha wolf leaned over to take a closer look at the sleeping baby in Zane’s arms.
It happened even before he could stop it, a low growl from deep down in his chest sounded. Zane quickly cleared his throat. “That kind of slipped out.” He gave Ward a tight smile.
The male grinned. “That hectic need to protect does lessen after a while, but not by much. I do understand.” He looked down at his own child and then glanced across the room at his mate who had a little boy of the same age in her arms.
“I can’t imagine how it must be with twins. Two lots of diapers, two little personalities…” Zane shook his head in awe. Hell, it was hard enough having one. Rewarding but hard damned work.
The alpha gave another toothy grin. “Oh yes, and it doesn’t get any easier. Another month, two at most and they’ll be crawling.” His eyes widened and he huffed out a lungful of air. “I’m nervous and not afraid to admit it.”
Zane choked out a laugh. “Will they turn into little wolf fur balls and run off in separate directions?”
Ward shook his head. “Nah! They won’t be able to shift for a long time yet. Thank God.” His face turned serious. “I hear you’ve started up a program designed to get human women to mate with your most eligible males.”
Zane’s grip tightened on the baby. He had to force himself to relax. Although relations with the wolves were on a much better footing, they were still different species. Technically both vying for control of the non-humans. The breeding program was a need to know only. “Yeah. You heard right.” It was no use denying it entirely though. Adverts for the program had been regular features in the Sweetwater local newspaper.
Ward nodded his head, looking intrigued. “Aren’t you a little worried that things could go wrong?”
“You wolves take human mates. It’s working for you, so why not for us?” Truth was, Zane was more than a little worried. Although they had planned this for months, things could very definitely go wrong. There was no doubt in his mind that it was only the strongest of their elite team that deserved a place in the breeding program but with that came a danger. The human women were very definitely at risk. They were small and weak, combine that with sex and blood drinking and you had a potentially lethal situation.
It was imperative that every rule and every regulation be followed at every turn. There was no doubt that the benefits, namely growth in the vampire population, were worth the risk. If all the laid out plans were adhered to, the risk would be greatly minimized. Without the program, their numbers would dwindle. They would lose top species status and have to step down as rulers. The thought of bowing down to the wolves or the elves was unacceptable. Wasn’t going to fucking happen on his watch. Thing was, should anything go wrong, they would be in deep, deep shit. The clock was ticking. The time for action had arrived.
Though they could not lose sight of the fact that there were humans out there that hated them, that hated the idea of their women mating and breeding with vampires. These humans were looking for any excuse to pounce.
Some of them might not even need an excuse. He looked down at his son, feeling adrenaline surge.
“Wolves taking human females and vampires taking human females is not quite the same thing.” Ward kept his expression neutral. Since he was mated to a vampire female, he knew the drill or at least had a damned good idea.
“Nothing will go wrong.” Zane clenched his jaw, wishing he could take it back.
Ward raised his eyebrows. He didn’t look convinced. “Famous last words. I hope you are right.”
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Demon Chaser Cole rescues Katy from the claws of the Alpha of a resident demon wolf pack. Hunted by Bain and his pack, Cole must try and find out why the werewolves are willing to risk a long standing agreement with the Demon Chasers in order to have her. Bain is a cruel SOB who’s had run-ins with the Demon Control Agency before so whatever the reason, it’s sure to be depraved.
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Ashlyn, a hard ass Demon Chaser just happens to be human and the pack’s newest resident. She’s there on Demon Control Agency business. Her attraction for the new Alpha can’t be allowed to stand in her way, after all, Gray is already taken. More importantly, she has a serial killer to catch, and then she needs to get the heck out of wolfville.
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HYBRID
Ever since the experiments a few months ago, Brice has something inside of her. Something bad. It wants her to do violent, horrific things. She must fight it… has to try and stay in control.
The thing inside her calms the moment she meets Garrett. Her relief is fleeting because Garrett is a Demon Chaser, he works for the very agency trying to exterminate her.
Garrett must turn the hybrid in. She’s a vicious, dangerous creature that deserves to be put to death. Why then is she in such control? Why is he feeling things for her that he really shouldn’t? Surely his premonition about her must be true?
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Excerpt
Demon Chaser Hybrid
Chapter 1
Even with her eyes shut she could still see the blood spray from the wound. Then there was the smell. A rusty stench so strong she could taste it. Deep breaths in...out and in again. She bit down hard praying that her sharp teeth would recede. Praying that control, or at least a resemblance of control, would return. The sooner the better. Her nail beds still tingled. This could only mean one thing, her hands still possessed dagger like claws. How in the hell had she gone from being a preschool teacher to this?
A monster. A killer. Far worse.
Deep down she was still the same person. She was still Brice Darkstead. She still had a family who loved her and friends who cared. Although it felt like that part of her life had ended a million years ago.
It wasn’t easy, but she continued to try to control her breathing. Her breaths were still fast and choppy. She needed to slow down, which was hard since the thing inside her loved the violence. It hummed with the sheer ecstasy of having made a potential kill.
Her victim moaned. The desperate sound clawed at her and she hissed. The thing wanted at him, it wanted to finish the job. It became even more ecstatic at the prospect of his pending death.
Another agonising moan, it took a moment to realise that the sound had come from her this time. She felt desperate. He was just an old man for God’s sake; he hadn’t meant to startle her and meant her no harm. He did not deserve to die. If the thing didn’t settle down soon, she would claw out her own throat to stop it. All this running and hiding, as well as the dirt and filth, was getting to her. This was no life and there wasn’t much to lose.
Heaven help her.
“No..,” she moaned this time more loudly, having to work that much harder to keep herself under control. She lifted her right hand to her neck, preparing to do what she needed to stop herself from killing the man. She felt such sorrow at the prospect of ending her life like this, but what choice did she have? The thing inside her pulled back instantly. It was still very much there though, like a house full of explosives on a sweltering day, anything liable to set it off. Her mind was still clouded with thoughts of death but at least the capability to think beyond the murder of an innocent man returned as the thing withdrew.
Brice risked opening her eyes while still making every effort to breathe slowly.
“Please,” the old man croaked. He watched her through terrified eyes. His shirt was torn and bloody, his chest a criss-cross of angry red slashes. She breathed out a sigh of relief, he would live.
“I’m sorry.” She scurried back, standing once she was a small distance away.
A Good Samaritan had tossed her a few coins this morning. Although she’d planned on buying a chocolate bar, those plans had changed. She’d use the money to call for help instead. There was a pay phone a few blocks away. She remembered seeing it because she had wondered if anyone still used a pay phone these days.
As she made her way through the streets, Brice prayed that no one would try to jump her. Usually by this time of night she would be holed up and well hidden behind a dumpster, or under boxes in one of the side alleys. After living on the streets the last few months, she’d learned where the safest places were. She may as well have a neon sign attached to her forehead right now though, because wandering around like this would draw the attention of all the lowlifes and cops within a hundred miles, or at least that’s how she felt. She knew with absolute certainty that if either crossed paths with her at this moment, it would mean their certain death. She didn’t want any more blood on her hands, so she stuck to the shadows.
Her whole body shook as she picked up the phone and inserted the coins. She kept the message short, relaying where the old beggar could be found and hung up. Now to high tail it out of here. She knew of a safe place nearby. Another long, sleepless night lay ahead. There would be no rest for her ever again.
Chapter 2
Garrett felt the edge of his mind prickle.
He knew the feeling well, the sign of an oncoming premonition. Drawing on a lifetime of experience, he allowed himself to be drawn in. At least that way the whole process was painless and would be over much quicker. There was no point in fighting the inevitable.
Still, he didn’t have to like it.
As soon as traffic allowed, he pulled over onto a quiet side street, switched off the engine, and closed his eyes. The sensations increased. It felt like a hand was kneading his brain. Pulling, tugging. Forceful and determined, the vision would demand freedom if it had to. Images flooded his mind, images of a woman, long chocolate locks in a wild tangle around a startlingly attractive face, her full lips parted in…pleasure. His view expanded and his cock swelled.
The woman was naked and beautiful.
Slim with breasts that would fit a man’s hands. Only just. She seemed to be straddling someone. Heaven help him, but the way she moved and arched her back had his balls tightening. His gaze was first drawn to her eyes, glazed and hooded with desire, then down to her nipples, tight, begging for attention. On and on she rocked before flinging her head back in a silent moan. So sensuous, he had to grab hold of his cock and squeeze to try and stop himself from shooting off.
His visions were always vivid, but he never felt them this bone-deep. This was like living the moment instead of watching from the outside. The stranger rocked harder, faster. He could sense she was about to come hard. Damn, but so was he. Garrett clamped down harder trying to stop the build. He fought for control. The view expanded more. It was of her lover from behind. Lucky bastard. The man lifted his hands and palmed her breasts, raking his thumbs over her nipples. The sensation of holding those full orbs, touching her hard nubs, filtered through to his own hands and he moaned, unable to stop himself.
Garrett was losing this battle. Any second now and he was going to come. Right here. Right now. Right into his pants, like a school boy for God’s sake, and he was helpless to stop it. This beautiful woman, who smelt of reckless abandon and embodied every fantasy he had ever had, was pulling him over the edge. This wasn’t even reality even though it sure felt like it. She threw her head back and the view expanded some more. He noticed two things at once. Both shocked him intensely.
The man he saw in the vision was himself. As soon as the realization hit, he meshed with the other version of himself in the premonition. All at once the sensations became more acute. He grit his teeth. This was the first time he had ever had a vision of himself.<
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The other revelation was far worse. The woman’s neck was all torn up or at least had been some time recently. It was road mapped with angry red scars all across one side spilling over onto her shoulder. He’d been too preoccupied with her face and those incredible breasts to notice. And with trying not to fucking come. Now that he saw the scars, he wondered how he could have missed them.
The pulling and kneading on his brain became a demanding squeeze. He’d been trying to hold back the rest of his vision. It was pointless though since it would happen whether he liked it or not. He let it claim him again.
The woman’s head was still thrown back but now it slowly dropped down. Her eyes met his. They glowed like burned umber. That should’ve concerned him except for one little annoying thing, he was about to come. His balls were so tight that they were just about sitting in his throat. His cock so hard, it throbbed both with pleasure and pain. She kept pumping. Relentless.
Then suddenly everything changed. One minute he was about to come harder than he’d ever come before, and the next her teeth turned into fangs. They were long and sharp, like something from a horror movie. Her face shimmered and lost its shape for a few seconds before returning to its original form. Then she dropped those dagger-like teeth onto his neck, intent on ripping him apart. He screamed in both the present and the future. The vision ended.
****
Don’t panic. Whatever you do Brice just stay calm.
Bad things happened when she became too emotional. Things she couldn’t afford to think about right now. Maybe they hadn’t seen her. It was still possible she could turn and walk away. Blue lights flashed the moment she showed her back, dancing in the dusk-streaked sky. Maybe they were looking for someone else. Not her. The panic grew. She was learning to trust her sixth sense.
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