The Ravenson Project [Chronicles of the Cursed Book 2]
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Peace flowed through him at the last thought. Sharra loved him and he would do everything in his power to save her. Before he could move, Nicolai grabbed him by the collar and pulled him onto the bed. Malek looked up at the older wolf in stunned surprise.
Nicolai was insane! He watched in awe as Nicolai grabbed his wrist and slashed it open before putting it against Sharra's lips for her to drink. There was no turning back now. “I didn't risk my immortality to let her die cub. That poison she'd been injected with is deadly to our kind as well as hers."
Sharra lay lifeless, refusing to drink Malek's blood. Her inaction finally scared him into action. “Please Sharranna, drink. I can't live without you. If you die, I'll take my own life to be with you. I swear it!"
How did he get her to drink if it wasn't her wish? How did he know if she wanted to drink, yet felt too weak to do it on her own?
Slowly at first, her lips pulled at the wound, taking in the blood, then with more relish as her strength began to return. Just as suddenly, she stopped. Her lips released his wrist with a contented sigh. “I love you Malek."
Relief flooded his core, she was alive and didn't despise him for choosing her life over any possible children they might have in the future. Drawing her into a soft kiss, he quickly found himself feeling breathless and in need of so much more. “Feeling better my love?"
Sharra smiled softly, her hands tangling in the blanket around her as she got used to her new senses. He remembered well that first taste of his heightened abilities, and vowed to be there for her while she adjusted. Looking around the room he saw that they were now alone with Nicolai.
Annabella and Mikael had left, probably to lock down the manse before the traitor could escape.
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Sharra never felt so alive or so hungry for both sustenance and sex. She smelled Malek's blood and wanted more, but this time she wanted it on her own terms. Sitting up, she straddled his lap, ignoring his weak protests and her lack of clothing. She wanted him and nothing short of true death was stopping her. Undoing his pants, she ran her hands possessively up his belly and under his shirt. Laying soft, teasing kisses up his chest, she pushed his shirt up over his head as she went. Everything she smelled and touched was more vivid than she remembered. More enticing...
"Sharra...” he gasped, his hands kneading her ass possessively and exciting her further. “...wait. Nicolai..."
"I almost forgot, Nicolai come here."
She smelled Malek's anger rising and knew she needed to diffuse it. “Nicolai must drink my love, or he'll die from the poison he took from me. I refuse to have that on my conscience for eternity."
She sensed his disagreement, but before he had a chance to voice it she nipped it in the bud. “He saved my life, and I intend to save him ... for Kelly."
She saw the surprise in Malek's eyes at her statement but he still agreed reluctantly. “Very well, but I insist you cover yourself first."
Sharra leaned down, brushing her bare breasts against his chest to whisper in his ear. “I was hoping you'd ravage me while he fed."
"Sharra!"
She laughed and kissed his lips. The freedom she felt was intoxicating. “The sounds, smells and tastes are all so much richer ... clearer now. You never told me ... I want you, Malek. I want to feed from you while you bring me to the brink of an orgasm and beyond."
His eyes widened in hunger and desire. “Deal, but only after Nicolai feeds and leaves us alone."
She lured him into a deep a soul searing kiss, to seal their agreement. “Nicolai, come here!"
The vampire weakly waved her away, annoying and angering her. “I said now Nicolai! I will not allow you to die when I can easily transfuse you with the blood Malek so lovingly gave me. Now get your ass over here and bite me, damnit! Malek will not be happy with you if you force me to go there to you."
She giggled at Malek's warning growl and the possessive hold he had around her waist. He let her go only long enough to wrap a blanket around her shoulders, covering her from Nicolai's view. She kissed him in thanks then turned her gaze back to Nicolai. “Mikael will be very angry with me if I let you die Nicolai, as will Kelly..."
Nicolai stood unsteadily, and walked slowly to the bed, to sit beside them, hesitant to take what she knew he needed. Sharra was through playing games and used her ace in the hole. “If you don't drink to keep yourself alive, I won't tell Mikael who the traitor is!"
Nicolai howled in frustrated anger, and tilted Sharra's head to the side and sank his fangs into her throat's artery to drink. She cried out at the overload of emotions she experienced while he fed.
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Sated Nicolai licked the drop of blood from the corner of his mouth and sat back. “I'll leave you both to rest and recover. At sunset we go hunting."
Standing, he paused and kissed Sharra's lips. “Thank you for caring Mavodar Mamb.” Seeing her confused expression he repeated it just for her in English. “Young Mother."
"Nicolai, don't you wish the name of the traitor?"
"No need little one, you told me while I fed. Enjoy your evening, for when the traitor is caught we start your new training."
Malek waited until the door closed, then pinned Sharra to the bed below him. “Time to make all of your desires reality my love."
"It's about time."
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Nicolai processed the information he'd gotten from Sharra's mind while he fed. They'd bonded on a cellular him and the her mind was now an open book to him. Nicolai only hoped that she hadn't inherited his gifts in the process. Nicolai returned to the Red room to report, only to find Mikael returning to the cub's room.
"Vater? I was just on my way to report.” He noted a soft sigh of relief as Mikael's shoulders relaxed upon seeing him. Could he have been worried for my safety?
"Yes, Nicolai I am happy to see you safe and well. How is the girl?"
"Happy and horny. I'll never understand why our women wake from death so full of need and desire."
Mikael chuckled throatily and turned back toward his Sanctuary. “It's a mystery we may never solve, but one I'm looking forward to tackling. Bella will be ready to turn once the child is born, a day I am looking forward to very much."
Nicolai shook his head in amusement. “You tempt me to find a woman to Sire, if only to experience this phenomenon but first we have a traitor to find.” And then ... then we take down Daemor once and for all.
"Let's make that call to the elders and request the clan Antediluvians’ come bless Sharra and Malek's union."
Nicolai frowned as a stray thought occurred to him. “The cub will wish to know who his Sire was, as will the Antediluvians. What will you tell them? Lady Bella searched the record and found no mention of the cub in them."
"The truth. His Sire was killed before he could report his new charge, and that only Daemor may have the answers we seek."
"He isn't likely to tell us after our last visit to his house. I feel for the cub. Not knowing who sired you is difficult and will affect his trust issues."
Mikael stopped walking. “Sharranna trusts Wolf house and honesty will win the childe over in the end Nicolai. Just wait and see. He will be a valuable member of our house once he decides what he wants out of life. I have faith in that ... and a wife awaiting me in our rooms. Sleep well Nicolai."
The End
We hope you enjoyed the second installment of Aline de Chevigny's Chronicles of the Cursed Book 2: Ravenson Project. In the first story, we learn about Mikael and his Annabella.
Mikael De Wohlf has lived the better part of his life as a ruthless, vicious vampire. Only one person, Annabella Micelli, has managed to sooth his vampire ire to warm what is left of his soul. But Annabella despises the way Mikael lives, the way he metes out justice, the way he has brought about the downfall of his enemies. How can he turn her disgust into lust and then maybe into love?
Excerpt:
Mikael De Wohlf was aware he scared people. He could see it in their eyes when
they were called into his presence. He'd killed his own sire, no vampire in history had ever done that as viciously as he had. Now they weren't sure what to make of him. Women still came to him willingly his blond hair and teal colored eyes, inherited from his Russian father and Greek mother, got him all the female attention he wished.
Any woman but her—the one he desired.
Annabella Micelli knew who he truly was. She was among the elite of the human race with the knowledge of his kind, the knowledge of the undead. He knew his past actions disgusted her. He saw it every time she looked into his eyes. Clearly, she fought his advances because of his reputation as a vile ruthless demon without a conscience. No other reason made sense of her actions. She didn't approve of his tactics, or of the fact that he used his vast knowledge, painfully gained throughout the centuries, to assure the downfall of his enemies and their progeny at any cost. He desperately wished he hadn't given her grandfather his word that he wouldn't use his mental gifts on her. To be able to read her mind would simplify his life immeasurably.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to break his word or kill her like he had all others who disapproved of him. She had a hold over him, over that thing that had once been his heart. Her mere presence soothed him; her aura washed over him like a calming breeze. Her smiles, though rare warmed his soul and made him want—life, love and family. With her around, many escaped his anger and their deaths. For that reason alone she willingly served as his secretary—or his personal assistant.
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