The Dresdan Coven Trilogy

by Amber Ella Monroe

  “One month ago, that scumbag picked you up near the college and convinced you to start working for him.”

  “I lost my job on campus. It was the only option.”

  “The only option? Really? Was that the lie he told you? You need to leave him and get on with your life.”

  She backed away. “I have to go back. He’ll find me.”

  “No, he won’t,” Vicq reassured her. “You aren’t the first or only girl that he uses. Not only did I read his memory, but I also erased them all the way back to before you met him. You have another chance.”

  “But…I still don’t have a job.”

  “Find one. A legitimate one,” he said. “You’re not a punching bag.”

  The veins on her neck pulsed when she swallowed. “I made a mistake. I thought he was nice.”

  “He’s not. You can go back.” He motioned to the crowd of convicts and drug dealers. “Or you can start over.”

  She looked behind her and then to the left. “You can actually erase memories?”

  “Sí.”

  “So, he won’t remember me anymore?”

  “Correct.”

  One corner of her lips quirked up into a smile. “I’ve heard about you vampires. I never believed all of you were evil. Can you make me what you are?”

  Vicq shook his head. “I can…but I won’t. Now, go. You shouldn’t be out here.”

  “Thank you for your help.” She turned swiftly and fled from the crowd of criminals.

  Knowing that time was against him, Vicq searched for his next victim. It wasn’t a hard task to complete among the throng of criminals hanging out in the city’s underbelly.

  Study the prey. Snatch and feed. It was that simple.

  Vicq was huddled over what would be his last source of blood for the night when he saw a dead body just a few meters away. He approached the expired individual and spotted the vampire bites on the neck immediately.

  He hadn’t fed from the victim. And he hadn’t killed anyone tonight for that matter. He’d kept all of them alive. But yet, as he stared at the dead man lying on the pavement, it took him little time to process the odds. This wasn’t the work of a rogue. The marks on the neck were too perfect, and the man was completely drained of blood.

  A swift wind pushed against Vicq’s back, and just as he was about to turn around, a hard force shot out from nowhere and barreled him down to the ground.

  Definitely not a rogue. Vicq’s attacker was a full-fledged Dresdan.

  Their bodies collided with each other over and over again in an attempt to grab hold and gain the upper hand. With each hit of his body against the brick wall of the building surrounding them, Vicq nearly vomited blood. He caused just as much damage to his attacker, however. Apparently, neither of them were willing to show mercy.

  As they struggled on the ground, Vicq spotted the mark of a Soldier on his attacker’s chest.

  “Who are you?”

  “This is my domain,” his attacker hissed, blood leaking from his lips. “You should be answering that question.”

  “Last I checked, these grounds were neutral,” Vicq replied.

  “Not anymore. I don’t play by the rules of the current Dresdan Court.”

  They both shot up into the air with inhuman speed and tumbled left and right, bouncing off the brick walls. It was a good thing the music from the crowded parking lot was loud enough to drown out the ruckus, and that the criminals were too engrossed in other endeavors to notice two Dresdans squaring off.

  “What do you mean?” Vicq asked, ducking as his attacker swung.

  “You’re a Superior, aren’t you? Are you here to take me in to the Master?”

  “Fuck, no. I’m here to feed. Last I checked, I feed wherever the hell I want. Translation…I play by no rules.”

  This time, when his attacker swung, he clipped Vicq across the chin, nearly dislocating his fangs. Vicq didn’t have time to quarrel in the back of an alley. It was time he put a stop to this and got back to his sanctuary and Elaina.

  He rushed his attacker, grabbed him by the throat, and pounded him into the ground. His nails were dug a couple of inches into flesh before the Soldier lifted his hands up in a sign of defeat.

  “Wait.” He struggled against Vicq’s hold. “You’re not from the Court?”

  “No. I denounced the Court long ago.”

  “So did I.”

  Vicq eased his grip on his attacker’s throat. “Who are you?”

  “Ex-Solider,” he said. “My name’s Philippe.”

  Vicq backed away from Philippe, who scrambled to the opposite end of the alley and took several deep breaths. The wounds from their fight began to heal, and nearly disappeared completely in under a minute.

  “When did you leave the Court?” Vicq asked.

  “After Zaket was slain,” Philippe replied, and then his gaze shifted across Vicq suspiciously. “I know who you are now. You were made by Zaket himself. The Superior that he held high above all others—Vicq. The Superior who fled the Court under suspicions of a conspiracy headed by Master Russo.”

  Vicq’s chest tightened at the mention of his Maker’s name and Philippe’s accurate accusations. “Then you know and believe who’s responsible for Zaket’s death?”

  Philippe nodded. “It’s something my Dresdan brothers and I don’t speak about. We just accept it and move on. There’s nothing more we can do. With Russo’s numbers and the power and strength he gained as a result of killing Zaket, he’ll likely be Master of the Dresdan Court for millennia.”

  “I haven’t given up,” Vicq said.

  “Do you plan to take back the Court?”

  “My plans are to proceed one day at a time until I have avenged my Maker,” Vicq replied.

  “Should you need one…you have an ally in me.”

  “I don’t trust freely anymore.”

  “Understood,” Philippe said. “Neither do I. What’s the occasion?”

  “What do you mean?”

  “You’ve been feeding on my turf, and I gathered from your strength over me tonight that you’ve fed well.”

  “I haven’t had human blood in months. I need the strength for something I have to do.”

  “I should warn you to be careful,” Philippe replied. “Russo and his Soldiers took out a small coven of Dresdan not too long ago. He commands the rogues, and purposely sends them in to kill humans. He sends his Soldiers to take out rule-breakers like you and me. He’s presided over the Court long enough to have gained enough support to take down anyone against him.”

  “I’m aware,” Vicq said. “Total dominion over the entire vampire population was one of Zaket’s goals, but Russo has taken it to a whole new level…and not in a good way. The humans are beginning to take note of our existence and are becoming extremists, killing us in disorderly fashion.”

  “Are you talking about the science research organization that studies us? I’ve heard about them. That’s another threat I’ve learned to stay away from. District, Inc., isn’t it?”

  “District 5, yes. And that’s exactly what I am referring to,” Vicq replied. “They have been an annoying distraction.”

  “Let’s just say you’re not the only Dresdan ready to give them a taste of their own medicine.”

  “I’ll bet on that. I’m sure most of us would rather be dead than captured by them,” Vicq said. “How did you inherit this domain? There were no vampires claiming it the last time I came here.”

  Philippe grinned. “In a sense, it has always been mine. My old man was the drug lord around these parts until he was murdered. I was to take the reins after his death, but I died months before his murder and was brought back by a vampire who happened to be my best friend. I spent the next several years serving the Dresdan Court. Many of my father’s colleagues tried to claim what was mine in my absence by forging my death certificate even when there was no body—just concrete evidence of death.”

  “But you are Dresdan…and undead.”

  “Yes,
I am. I fled the Court after Zaket was slain. I watched from the sidelines as my old man’s vision for the business he’d worked to build from the ground up faded away, but I couldn’t allow my family’s legacy to be stripped away from us. Can you imagine my uncle’s surprise when he found out that I was still around? He quickly took the reins. Almost too quickly, considering that he’d once told my old man that he never wanted that kind of power. Imagine the look on my uncle’s face when I revealed that I knew about how he’d set my old man up to be slaughtered because he actually did want that kind of power?”

  “So what do you do now? Are you known as a drug lord?”

  “I am. Very few have seen me. They just know that I exist in some way, shape, or form. I am known to them as Ghost, but to my coven, which I also lead, I am Philippe. I call the shots and someone else carries out the orders. But tonight, I decided to get my hands dirty and do a little bit of corporate downsizing. I hate snitches. Don’t you?” He hooked a thumb in the direction of the dead body lying on the pavement. “Believe it or not, I actually enjoy cleaning.”

  “And squaring off with other Dresdan, right?” Vicq grinned.

  Philippe chuckled. “It’s been so long since I’ve picked a fight with someone my own size.” He held out a hand. “Hey, I meant what I said. Trust must be earned, I understand that much. But don’t be a stranger. You know where I lurk.”

  They exchanged a handshake. “Nice meeting you, Ghost. I appreciate your offer. I should go.”

  Satiated by the night’s consumption, Vicq folded away and headed back to sanctuary.

  Chapter 8

  “Well, look what the bat dragged in,” Logan commented just as Vicq sauntered through the door of the den. “You know you could have told us guys you were going out on the town. We would have joined you. You’re not the only one who’s exceptionally bloodthirsty.”

  Elaina grinned the moment she saw Vicq, and a burning desire to hold him consumed her.

  “Yeah, well, I didn’t exactly go for pleasure when I have what I want right here,” Vicq commented.

  Elaina pushed herself off the sofa where she was seated next to Mark and met Vicq in the center of the room. He pressed his rough, callused hand against her cheek and then kissed her. His warm mouth covered her lips with vibrant, electrifying heat. No other man had ever made Elaina feel so caught up in the moment that she literally forgot everything around her.

  A chorus of groans fluttered through the room. Someone even cleared his or her throat.

  “You two really need to get a room,” Eli said. “Not this one.”

  Elaina pressed her hands against Vicq’s chest and parted from him. “You changed clothes. Why?”

  “I ran into some…issues,” he said.

  She grabbed hold of his forearm. “What happened? You’re okay, right?”

  “Yeah, I’m fine. I met another Dresdan on the run from Russo,” Vicq replied.

  “Really?” Logan exclaimed from the opposite corner of the room. “Do tell.”

  “Nothing groundbreaking,” Vicq said. “He and I happened to be lurking in the same area. We didn’t kill each other…obviously.”

  “Who is he?” Melrose asked.

  “He goes by the name of Philippe.”

  “I think I’ve heard the name before,” Mark said, uncrossing his legs and leaning forward on the sofa.

  “Then word passes around more than we realize. We’re not the only coven growing in size. Neither are we the only coven living outside of Russo’s order. We all knew that, though. What this proves is that it’ll only become easier for Russo to find non-conformers. I have reason to believe that he’s ordered his Soldiers to track down outside covens as their prime mission now.”

  Melrose sighed. “I know you’re not going to suggest that we move again.”

  “We’re okay for now, but I’ll start scouting out another location soon.”

  “Soon? As in after you deal with helping Elaina reconnect with the very same people who might get us caught?” Logan asked.

  Vicq turned swiftly and crossed the room in a flash. Only a few inches separated him and Logan. Elaina could hear fangs splitting through gum lines. Tension in the room became as thick as the snow cover outside.

  “Are you chastising me?” Vicq asked Logan.

  Morbid silence clouded the room.

  “Vicq, it’s okay,” Elaina said.

  “No, it’s not okay,” Vicq said. “Well, Logan…any other grievances against me?”

  “No…”

  “Good. Never question my authority, and never question my loyalty to Elaina.”

  “Understood,” Logan said.

  The raging red color in Vicq’s eyes faded, and he stepped aside. Logan’s gaze fell to the ground as he fled past the others to escape the room.

  Melrose cleared her throat. “Well, we’re glad you’re back safe in the sanctuary, Vicq. If you need us later, let us know.”

  When they were gone, Elaina closed the door behind them and joined Vicq next to the hearth.

  Elaina placed her hand on his back. “That was a little uncomfortable, wasn’t it?”

  He turned around, and she immediately noticed the remorseful look on his face. “Elaina, my emotions…”

  “Your emotions what, Vicq?”

  “They’re heightened. After a Dresdan feeds on a human, our emotions are multiplied.”

  “Oh,” she breathed.

  “It’s like a drug-induced high.”

  “I sense it now,” she said as she slid her hand across his chest and then stroked gently at his neck where his veins were pumping wildly with adrenaline.

  “If a Dresdan’s craving for human blood becomes too relentless, we tend to overfeed…and overkill,” he said.

  “This is why rogues feed constantly, isn’t it? Not only is it to stay alive, but it’s also for the temporary high.”

  He nodded. “The only difference is, rogues don’t always leave their victims alive. Blood kills send them on the high, and it also brings them one step closer to becoming Dresdan and not just a mere rogue vampire.”

  “I see.”

  “An experienced Dresdan knows how to keep his cravings in check, even if it means feeding on his own kind.

  “So what you’ve proven to me tonight is that Dresdan are strongest after consuming human blood, but any amount of blood from another vampire will satisfy them and keep them alive,” Elaina said.

  “You always were a fast learner.”

  “I have a good teacher. Thanks for the lesson.”

  “Sooner or later, you won’t need my lessons. You ask the right questions. You follow the most important leads. And with my blood, you’ll ascend rapidly.” He stroked her cheek. “I can already see it. You’re stronger than you know.”

  “Then why was it you who fed tonight instead of me?” she asked.

  He frowned. “Am I wrong to want to protect you? To keep you safe and away from harm?”

  “I won’t stand around on the sidelines,” she said. “You knew this—”

  “—from the moment I met you,” he said.

  “Good.” She smiled. “No sense in trying to change me then, right?”

  “I’d never change anything about you.”

  “You’ll go to meet my dad like we agreed on, but next time I’ll be right at your side.”

  He kissed her lips softly. “I won’t argue with you.”

  “So…” She slid her fingers against the back of his neck and pulled his lips firmly to hers. Her mouth lingered on his for a while before they parted again. “I don’t think I’ve ever had you while you were on a blood-induced high.”

  “There’s a first time for everything.”

  “Too bad you changed clothes when you got home,” Elaina said, pulling the ends of his shirt from his pants and sliding her palms up underneath against his chest.

  “Yeah, well, maybe I shouldn’t have, knowing how hungry you get,” he teased. “Do you know what the next best thing to being on a blood-indu
ced high is?”

  He nipped her throat, and she gasped and let her weight fall against him.

  “No, what?” she whispered.

  “Feeding on someone who is,” he replied.

  “Hmmm, would that someone be you?”

  Elaina parted from him and pulled his shirt over his head and then threw it aside. She loved taking charge, and loved it even more when he acquiesced. Once she was finished removing all of this clothes, she paused for a moment to admire him. She often wondered how she’d gotten so lucky as to have someone like Vicq. Over the past couple of months, they’d spent a lot of time together, focusing on each other. Borrowed time. But every minute of private time with Vicq meant the world to her. His body had become well conditioned as a result of Elaina satisfying every hunger pang. He’d done the same for her.

  He was mouthwateringly delectable. A masculine work of art. Every time her hands came in contact with his hard, flat muscles, they seemed to tell a story. Just like a snapshot or painting of a moment in time. Her eyes dropped to the dark trail of hair that disappeared into his boxer shorts.

  As if reading her thoughts, Vicq hooked a thumb into the waistband and said, “You forgot these.”

  After pushing them down his legs, he closed the short distance between them.

  “What are you waiting for?” he asked, bending slightly to brush his lips against the right side of her neck. “Lose the clothes. All of them. And then get on the conference table so we can make some executive decisions.”

  Heat burned her face, but she couldn’t help but grin. “Your blood-induced high also makes you bossy…and ballsy.” She pushed the one-piece jumpsuit down her body. It was snug and tight against her skin, and she wriggled her hips to tease him as she worked it down.

  By the time Elaina was done with her show for Vicq, she was already swollen and wet. He shifted toward her, swiftly closing the distance between them. She gasped when they were touching. Skin to skin. Her breaths mingled with his pants as they eyed each other like main courses. He dipped his head to tease her nipples, sucking them between his lips again and again until she was writhing against him.

  “Enough,” she rasped.

  Elaina reached upward and dragged her fingers up through his hair. Her fingertips tingled with each stroke against his scalp. She led his head downward just enough so that she could connect her lips to his jugular. As if on command, his dick stretched and tightened. The vein on his throat pulsed against her lips…her tongue. When her fangs finally plunged past his skin to take just what she needed, her body vibrated from head to toe with ecstasy. With each siphon, she got a glimpse of his most recent memories. He fed them to her in snippets, but by now she was seasoned enough to know that he held some of them back purposely. Was he trying to spare her his most violent conquests that night, or did he not realize that he was holding back?