Something Wicked This Way Comes (4 page)

 He grabbed the other vampire by the neck, lifted him off the ground, and stared at the one that touched Abbi. He reached out, his strength outmatching them tenfold. He pried his hand back from her neck, and reveled in the sound of bones crunching. In a swift move, he twisted the vampire’s neck that he held in his hand, used all of his strength, and dug his nails into his flesh. With little effort he squeezed the air from his body, and then tore his head from his neck.

He slammed his fist into the chest of the vampire who had grabbed his female’s neck. Ribs cracked under his blow, and a howl of pain brought a triumphant smile to Lathan’s face. Lathan only saw violence right now.

He swiped out, slashing his claws down the fucker’s face. And then he was right in front of the other vampire, grabbed his neck with one hand and his shoulder with the other, and in a swift move pushed in opposite directions. The vampire was decapitated easily. Blood sprayed out, covering Lathan’s face and chest. Fire burned through his body, and he dropped the corpse. Looking around at the heads on the ground, the bodies across from them and blood covering the dirty asphalt, he felt victorious.

He turned and stared at his female, his mate, who sat on the ground.

“Lathan,” she said his name softly, with a hint of fear in it. He couldn’t tell if her fear was because of the vampires or because of him and what he’d done.

“I hate that you had to see me this way.” He saw her swallow, and then she slowly rose. She still had her hand on her neck, and when she removed it he saw it still hadn’t healed.

“Come here, mate,” he said as softly as he could and held out his hand. He needed her to trust him, to not fear him. It took her a second, but she finally placed her bloody hand in his. Pulling her forward, he leaned down and ran his tongue over the bite marks, instantly sealing them and starting the healing process with his saliva. He tasted that motherfucker on her, and wanted to kill each of those bastards again.

“Thank you.”

He pulled back and looked down at her face. He felt his wolf start to relax, grow calm and pleased that their mate was safe. Do I frighten you?”

She took a few seconds to answer, but then shook her head. “No.”

The honesty in that lone word had pleasure surging through him.

“I just want to get out of here.”

He pulled her in close to his body. In his hybrid form, as he was right now, he was so much bigger than her, nearly seven feet in height. She was tiny compared to him in general, but right now she felt breakable.

“I’d like to take you to my home, Abbi.”

She nodded, her head still pressed to his chest.

He just wanted her with him, safe beside him. He wanted her to know she’d be okay, that he’d never let anyone or anything hurt her. Lathan would go to the ends of the Earth if it meant she was happy. He meant what he said about her being his everything, his mate. There was nothing more important to him anymore than this human female.

Several hours had passed since Lathan took her to his home. It was hours from the city, and she had been surprised, as well as found it a little humorous, that even after all that had happened he owned a sports car and had driven them here himself.

She looked around his impressive home. It was large, older in structure, like it had been here for the last hundred years. It fit him, though, and the décor screamed old world.

She wrapped the robe he’d given her more firmly around her, feeling a chill in the air. Her neck was fully healed, and although what had happened in the alley was the worst experience of her life—and death would have been certain if Lathan hadn’t shown up—that wasn’t what she was focusing on right now.

The bathroom was elegant but modern, and she stared at herself in the mirror. She knew what she wanted, knew she wanted to have him hold her, tell her things would be okay. All Abbi could think about was the sight of him standing amongst those broken, destroyed vampire bodies. He’d been so big, so muscular. He’d still resembled a man, but his body had been so big, his seams came undone because his muscles had been monstrous. And then his eyes had glowed from his wolf, his nails had been these ferocious claws, and his fangs… God, his fangs had been so long, so sharp.

A shiver worked its way through her at the memory, at the fact she hadn’t been afraid of him, but of the power he wielded. He’d saved her, made sure the ones who hurt her would never breathe again. He’d been a mixture of the power she knew a vampire and werewolf had, combined to make him this lethal, unstoppable force.

And she was mated to him.

She grew warm, closed her eyes, and thought about him holding her in that grimy alleyway, the softness that came from him when he held her. Abbi knew being with him wasn’t just about him keeping her safe, but about knowing where she belonged. It felt right to be with him, to have him touch her, hold her.

It might seem crazy and it was, on a level, but this world she lived in wasn’t anything out of a fairytale. It was dark, gritty, and death was right around the corner. Tonight proved her life was so very fragile, a blip in the lives of the creatures who surrounded her. If she had died she’d have no one to mourn her, no one to miss her. She’d just be another statistic in the murder rate of the city.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she turned off the light and froze. There on the bed sat Lathan. He’d showered and changed as well, but this forlorn, almost broken expression covered his face. Knowing his life had been lonely as well, that he’d come from this darkness, this violent and ugly conception, had her empathizing with the man he had inside.

“Before you came along I’ve only ever known the solitude of this world, the ugliness that surrounds me.” He stared at her, his eyes holding this deep emotion that matched her own.

“I won’t force you to mate with me, Abbi, because I believe that needs to be your decision, but I have to make you see I won’t walk away.” He stood, but didn’t move closer to her. “I have to make you understand you’re mine, no matter what.”

He wasn’t just a hybrid, he was her mate, and she wanted to show him that together they didn’t have to be alone anymore.

“Come here, Lathan.” Tonight she’d show him she did want him, hybrid genetics and all.

Lathan took another step toward her.

“I want you, want you to show me what it means to be a mate.”

He took a stuttering, deep breath. “You’re my mate, my female.” He moved closer still. “I want you, and I can smell your desire, that you want me.”

“I do want you,” she said softly, but with arousal thick in her voice. “I want to forget about tonight, want to forget about everything.” She moved a step closer to him. “I have nothing in this world, and didn’t know I could feel this way with someone, feel this connection.”

“There will always be this feeling between us. We’re mates, and that means it’s binding, irrevocable.”

She made a small sound in the back of her throat.

“I want your surrender like I want your blood in my veins, like I want to give you pleasure.”

This man frightened her, but aroused her at the same time. She shouldn’t want him, shouldn’t want him to corrupt her like this, bite her, drink from her. She shouldn’t want his fangs in her neck, his claws in her thighs, or his dick deep inside of her pussy. Just thinking about that had Abbi’s pussy clenching, had her becoming wetter, and had her clit throbbing to be touched by Lathan. He might be a considered a monster, a creature she’d never heard of, but she couldn’t deny the pull toward him.

Abbi wasn’t a stranger to mates, to vampires and werewolves, demons and the like. This was the world she lived in, the type of world where creatures of myth and lore roamed beside humans, took them as wives… mates.

“I shouldn’t talk this way with you—”

“I want you to…” she ran her hands over her robe covered thighs. “I like it,” she said softer.

He made this deep growl in the back of his throat. “I want your pussy sucking at my shaft,” Lathan said in his deeply erotic voice. “I want you screaming in my ear to fuck you harder, faster. I want your pussy cream covering my cock, and sliding down your thighs. I want you so soaked I can hear your cunt milking my dick as I thrust in and out of you.” He breathed out hard, his fangs visible. “I want to bite your neck, suck your blood, and swallow it. I want you in me, a part of me.”

She knew it wasn’t about feeding, but about something much more… something sexual.

Abbi shivered, feeling hot and then cold all at the same time. She could feel his body heat seep into her. Her nipples strained against the material of her shirt. She wanted his hot mouth sucking on them, easing the burn she felt. She also wanted his fangs in her throat again, biting her, making her his. It was such an intense sensation she didn’t want it to end.

“You want me, just as badly as I want you. I can smell it on you, feel it coming from you. My wolf and vampire side know this, desire it. I ache for you, mate,” he moved closer still, his arousal not hidden.

She wanted to give herself to him, in every way imaginable, but she was frightened a little. She was alone in this world, not having anyone or anything of value in her life. But then Lathan came along, wanted her, craved her like no other, and she wanted that. He protected her, saved her, and she felt the pull toward him. He reached out and ran his finger along her neck, right over the mark he’d given her that first night.

“Oh, God.” Abbi closed her eyes and breathed out. It was such a sudden act, one that shouldn’t have her feeling even hotter, but it did. God, it made her want to surrender to him.

And then Lathan leaned down and placed his lips against her neck. His mouth was like fire. He gently bit the skin where her neck met her shoulder. It was such an animalistic and primal action, so very alpha, vampire and werewolf like, that she couldn’t help but moan. She tilted her head to the side and offered him her throat in a purely submissive move.

“That’s it, Abbi. Submit to me, give yourself over to me, and I swear you’ll never be alone.” His voice was a rough growl against her body.

She didn’t wait any longer, didn’t want to wait. She felt like she’d been holding herself back her entire life, living in a world where she didn’t belong. Maybe this was what she’d been waiting for, building up for? It made sense, felt right, and now that she wasn’t fighting it anymore she just wanted to embrace it.

“We’ve found each other, Abbi.” He moved another inch closer. “Do you know how long I’ve waited for you?”

She felt like she was playing with fire being with Lathan, allowing herself to do this, or maybe it was tempting the devil?

Or maybe she was tempting him to the point he’d ravish her, and devour every part of her? It certainly was enough to have her surrender to him in every shape, way, and form.

“How long have you waited for me?” Abbi whispered the words, her eyes still closed and his lips still against her cheek. She didn’t know how old he was, just that the way he spoke, held himself, told her he had to be ancient, worldly.

“A long time, mate.”

She let her hands run over his wide shoulders and down his chest, the muscles massive and impressive as they flexed beneath her hands and told of how much power and strength he wielded. She was feeling bold… he made her feel bold. Her body was on fire, filled with electricity. She started to unbutton his shirt, his style seeming from another time. She could picture him atop a white stallion, his short dark hair mussed from the wind as he held a sword high in the air. Yes, he would have probably been a warlord, a king even, back in the day.

“Lathan,” she whispered his name. He pulled back, looking into her eyes, “I want you.” His lips pressed to hers, Abbi’s words lost as his tongue slipped into her mouth and stroked every inch. It was a delicious feeling, his taste purely male and exotic that it ignited all of her senses.

He smoothed his hands down her back to cup her ass, pressing her closer to the massive erection that was evident through his pants. She’d had sex twice in her twenty-seven year lifespan, but never had she felt like this with a man.

He lifted her up easily, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his waist. Their mouths were still fused together as he turned and carried her to the bed. Lathan used one hand to cradle the back of her head, and had the other around her waist.

She was really doing this, allowing herself to not be afraid of what she wanted. It was freeing in the best of ways.

Maybe it was the mark he gave her that made her feel like this, that intensified her emotions for him? The fact she knew she was his mate had her feeling ultrasensitive to him, to his feelings. Nothing else mattered except right now, because being with him made her feel alive.

Lathan had superpowers, one only an otherworldly being possessed. In his arms she felt mortal, fragile and weak, but compared to him, his dual species makeup, she was the weakest of the bunch.

They were on the bed seconds later, Lathan at her throat again, growling, licking, and sucking at her flesh. She was wet, so damn wet, she felt the cream move along her inner thighs. His big body was on top of hers, pinning her to the mattress, making her feel small, feminine. The feel of his erection, so big and long, thick and powerful, prodded between her thighs. God, she’d never wanted a cock as much as she wanted Lathan’s.

But when he pulled away, breaking the spell he had over her, allowing her to breathe, she reached for him, wanting him back on her. She couldn’t think, couldn’t even comprehend all of this. And then Lathan was taking off his clothes, bared for her. His skin was smoothed to perfection, with a slight trail of dark hair leading below his belly button and down to the monster between his thighs. His skin was pale, but that also had to do with the moonlight shining through the window, casting shadows and light along his hard, animalistic body.

Abbi pressed her thighs together, wanting him back on her, his cock pressed to her slit.

When he was back against her, his slightly chilled body on her much warmer one, a gasp left her.

“You are so beautiful,” his voice was distorted, like his wolf was right there. “You’re so mine.”