Infinity (8 page)

“Please, Alik. Don’t do this.” Anger and fear fought within me. Fear was winning by a land slide.

He stepped back slightly, running his tongue over his fangs while looking at me suspiciously. “Who are you?” He spat.

“What?” I squirmed a little as he stared with venomous eyes.

“Your blood,” He grabbed a handful of my hair pulling me completely off the ground as he buried his face into my neck. “There’s more power than I thought in your blood.”

My head snapped back, with feet dangling mid-air. Tears ran down my cheeks. Strands of hair snapped from my scalp. “Let me go,” I rasped through the pain.

He abruptly dropped me, allowing my body to awkwardly slide down his body. “You belong to Maxim?” He roared, his eyes angrily searching my face as his fists clenched. “What is he to you?”

I slapped frantically at him. “Fuck you, you psychotic freak.”

He backed me against the marble countertop. “Speak or I’ll snap your neck. Maxim. How do you know him?”

I hauled back with all my strength, punching him in his face. I grabbed my hand in pain. It felt like I literally hit a brick wall. “Leave me the hell alone. I don’t know anyone named Maxim.”

He snarled viciously like some sort of wild animal. “Fucking lies. You smell like him. The only thing keeping me from breaking your neck is the fact that you haven’t fucked him.” With a snarl, he whirled me around, throwing me into the wall so hard, my head cracked against it with a thud. “Why the hell do you smell like him?”

My head swam, blinking like a fool until I noticed that he was holding a knife. “What did I just say? I. Don’t. Know a fucking Maxim.” But I couldn’t shake the feeling that I should. Maxim....the name echoed in my head as I committed it to memory.

With sonic speed, he swung, slicing me across the arm. I clutched my arm in pain as blood pooled around the gash. I tried to side-step his inevitable next attack, when he stepped in slicing me across my other arm. The biting pain from the arm gash made me delirious and frantic to flee his manic wrath.

I screamed. “Mother fucker! Maybe vampire women get hot over blood and death but attacking me is not a panty dropping proposition.”

“I’m not trying to fuck you, Infinity. I’m trying to kill you.”

Pull it together,
I chanted in my mind like a prayer. Survival. I knew that if I could calm my nerves, I could survive. No, not just survive, but kill him. Him or me. It damn sure wasn’t going to be me. Blood dripped down my arm, my heart pumped, pain was not even a thought. My mind raced through everything Mom taught me in our sparring sessions. This I could do. Would do. My pulse slowed. My frantic thoughts calmed. The pain mercifully subsided; I looked quickly at the gapping gash on my arm. It wasn’t bleeding anymore.

He circled me with this weird smirk, his eyes cold, deadly, taking in my rapidly healing wounds. “Just like I thought. You’re not human. Time for the ultimate test, baby. Let’s see if you can survive death my beautiful monster.”

“Monster?”

We stared at each other. The word monster made my heart stutter. There was no way I could heal this fast unless I was one of them. A fact that I would dispute with my last dying breathe.

He smiled with incisors glistening. “What would you prefer? Consort?”

I moved back a step. He took a step forward. We circled each other in this weird seductive death dance.

He smiled. “Death will look so good on you.”

Death? Nope, not today. I could do this. I could beat him. Something in my soul knew this.

“Not today. This Superstar is going to fuck. You. Up. Bloodsucker.” I had nothing to lose, and everything to gain, my survival.

Alik roared. Furious, he charged me, his feet just skimming the marble floor, racing toward me, violently fast. I hurled myself at him, my hands and fists attacking him from every angle. Alik blocked, twisted, and kicked with amazing speed.

My heart pumped with sickening excitement as I planted my heel in his face, smashing in his nose. His eyes narrowed as he calmly reached up, snapping it back into place. He stepped back, staring at me. The expression on his cold but handsome face seemed to change to one almost of respect.

Damn!
Dead. That’s what I needed him to be… dead, dust, history. I cart wheeled, kicking him again, followed with a flurry of punches. He went down as I mentally prepared for a happy fist pump when he flipped to his feet with inhuman speed, getting me in a choke hold.

Oh no you don’t, losing is not an option
. I flipped him over my shoulder, kicking him in the nuts as he landed. He curled up, groaning as I calmly approached, staring down at him with a look of cruel indifference.

“Fuck you, Alik. Go back to the grave you crawled out of.” This was the last word.

I started to back up towards the door when he started to laugh. Not the chilling creepy kind of laugh but a husky, sexy, toe tingling laugh that made me apprehensive.

My eyes widened as he flipped to his feet grabbing me by the neck with his one arm, pinning me against the wall. He was squeezing the life out of me, his face inches from me. I head-butt him with enormous force, but he barely moved. In fact, he smiled.

“Fuck! I have never been so turned on in my entire life. And I’ve done a lot of living. Centuries of living.” He winked, as his tongue licked his lips.

“Let me go, or kill me.” I spat, punching and kicking fiercely.

“Kill you? Now, why would I do that? And letting you go is not an option, baby. I want you more than ever now.”

My leg grazed his crotch.
Shit!
He was aroused. Very aroused, and from what I felt, vampire man was huge. “You’re a freak.” I swallowed, panting angrily. “Do you know that?”

He released his grip, allowing my body to slide sensuously against his. “You have no idea how big a freak I am. Yet.” He pressed against me, allowing his engorged crotch to bring home the point. Yes, he was impressive.

It would take more than a well-endowed vampire to impress me. I raised my hand to slap his face. “Get off me.”

He snarled. “Enough! The fight is over. You proved that you are the one. My consort.”

I struggled. “I say when it’s enough. Not you.”

He grabbed my face roughly. “No. I decide that. Let’s not dispute that proven fact.”

I pulled my face away. “So you rough me around. Try to kill me. Press your freakishly big penis against me, and I’m supposed to smile, pull down my panties and let you have at it?”

“Pretty much, but not tonight. Tonight there’s business to discuss.” He responded coldly before his mouth twisted into a warped smile. “Like the fact that Maxim is your father.”

“For the last time, I don’t know a Maxim.” My chin tilted defiantly. “And he’s definitely not my father. My parents died in the
Fire and Ash
war.”

He glared at me as he reached into his pocket, pulling out a cell, dialing quickly. “Grigori. We have a problem. Your informant fed us fucked up information. She’s not here. We’ll go with plan B, yes? See you in an hour.” He pocketed his phone, looking at me tensely.

“Who the hell was that?” I arched a brow.

“Listen. I’ve bought you some time.” He responded briskly.

“Time? What the hell is going on?” I squeaked.

“I don’t have time to go into details.” His hands tugged and massaged my neck and head. “If you tell anyone about me or this conversation, I’m coming back to kill you myself, understand?”

I nodded with confusion.

He smiled coldly, “I wanted you before, but now, I want you even more. You will be mine.” He crowded my space, pressing his hard body against me as he pressed me against the bathroom stall. “Here’s what you will do. Get your ass to the music arena and perform. You clue anyone in on me, the Vampire Collective or what I suspect about Maxim, and your family and friends are dead.”

Tears streamed down my face. My throat tightened with fear. I nodded.

His eyes were cold and deadly. “Infinity, I need a firm yes.”

“Yes,” I responded resentfully.

“I will buy you some time, but if what I suspect is true, they already know who you are. Listen carefully; I need you now more than ever. You’re the missing key I need to overthrow the Vampire King and take my rightful place on the throne.” He snarled, “This whole thing smells like a major setup, a setup to destroy the only thing that can get me what I want.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Let’s make this simple, shall we? When the time comes, I will claim you before the Collective as my consort. This claim will make you untouchable according to our laws. You will be mine and help me regain the throne for my bloodline. If you run or deny my claim I will kill you and everything you love. Is that clear enough?” He looked down at me with cool eyes.

“Yes. Clear.” Clear that I would never be his consort. That was totally out of the question. I moved away quickly, turning on my heels when he snatched me back. He spun me around, his hands landing on my hips as he tugged me towards him. My lips tingled as he let his fingers walk down my back landing on my ass, of which he squeezed. Shamelessly, I leaned-up nibbling on his neck, licking, and tasting like a wanton woman, then I stopped, stumbling back from embarrassment.

“Lesson number one, Infinity, if you’re going to make a move on a man like me. Commit to it. Like this.”

His mouth crushed mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating me like I’ve never been in my life. I moaned softly, matching each stroke of his tongue. Dueling as I practically melted into his body. He suddenly changed the tempo of the kiss, his tongue stroking the roof of my mouth. He took me completely over, demanding my submission.

Moaning into his mouth, I surrendered. A growl rumbled in his chest as he clutched my throat possessively. I swore that I was one step away from hoisting my leg up around his hips and grinding shamelessly. Dark, I was dark and sadistic.

He grabbed my face, running his tongue over my lips. I was repulsed and turned on at the same time. I pulled my face and he grabbed my chin painfully.

He looked at me coldly. “Now, since I don’t trust your ability to forget my visit. Let me help you.”   

I felt an icy chill slip up my spine. My mind seized, becoming foggy. “Mother fucker!” my eyes widened. “You’re erasing my memory…” My voice slurred before I felt myself slipping into a dark cold place with one name echoing over and over in my head....Maxim! Maxim! Maxim!

Infinity

She-We
re-Wolf

Dread seeped through my bones like a dreary winter day. My eyes snapped open only to find me standing in a field of dreams with nothing but green grass, dark gloomy skies and me wearing my standard sleeping attire of black low riding boy-cut panties and a skin tight crisp white racer-back t-shirt, which was frankly more suited for swinging on a stripper pole than standing here waiting for this dream to end.

Flopping down, I crossed my legs, waiting for the inevitable strange and annoying woman to materialize out of nowhere, then commence to babble about some future event that she wanted me to know or some event happening right now that she thought was oh-so-important that she needed to disrupt my sleep.

A soft breeze laced with the masculine blend of vanilla, wood and cinnamon drifted around me….hmm, this was good, real good…no sulfur, smoke, or ash drifted through the air. This had to be a good dream opposed to the bad ones that literally made me want to piss in my panties, the ones where I watched, paralyzed with fear as monsters, vampires and wolves ripped into each other like animals or worse, rip into humans like they were at an all you can eat buffet. No, this was good, I could stay here for a bit, relax, and wait for the signs that I needed to end this dream.

My head snapped around when I heard the croaking of ravens, my ravens, all nine. I made sure that I accounted for each one, from past experience I knew that everything in my dreams were very important, sometimes clues that would somehow help me when I woke up.

The ravens perched on the limbs of a huge gnarly tree croaked in unison, their croaks were sweet like music to my ears. My body swayed as I began singing in perfect synchronization to their soaring croaks.

“
My ravens soar above me

Guiding my heart to the perfect place

Perfect love, perfect peace

You are my light

The beckon to the love that speaks to me

My heart song, chasing the darkness away

Fly my ravens, lead me on

Fly my ravens, to my heart song
”

Their croaks abruptly stopped, an unnerving silence filled the air, a sign that something was approaching. The breeze picked-up, briskly whipping my hair around like a big storm was approaching. Thunder clapped in the distance and the air became eerily still. Okay this was it, something was happening. My eyes widened, I held my breath, and my hands clenched in the grass, my heart raced knowing that whatever was coming would be monumental.

I blinked, and just like that, he was standing there looking down at me like some huge menacing Viking. All he needed was an animal pelt, a huge sword and bloody carcass swung over his shoulders and the picture would be complete. My eyes greedily drank in the long plane of his bare lightly tanned chest, roaming giddily over the defined width of his shoulders covered with intricate tribal tattoos. His long black silk draw-string pants molded against the thick muscling of his thighs.

He was angry, menacing, and looked like he was ready to kick some major ass. The yummy, bad boy made me want to run my fingers across the tribal tattoos of snarling werewolves that wrapped around his muscled neck, and trailed down both sides of his torso to wrap around his chest. It looked like sin against his tanned skin.

Okay, this was good. Maybe the strange woman thought it was about time I got some, so she hand-picked me a hottie Viking. I could deal with that. What happened in dreams stayed dreams, now if he would just smile, grab me and plunder me, this dream would be absolutely complete.