The Druid Series 9: Baird (A Druid Novel) (9 page)

Baird does not think—he runs.

Siana might not want anything to do with him.

He has been callous, dismissive, assuming.

Baird is the fool.

A fool in love.

Siana

Siana looks between her captors, Edward and Titus. An interesting development.

Perhaps their anger could result in a fight to the death and the Faction would then be manageable.

However, they would not easily let her go.

Not now that her blood had been the tell of her lineage.

“Why in the name of all that is unholy would a Druid queen be wandering about with only one vampire?” Edward asks.

Kael.

Siana closes her eyes against the grief that assails her for yet another wasted life.

Titus stands, bringing her with him. “I cannot share her.”

Edward's pale Reaper eyes narrow on Titus. “She is a Druid queen. We do not squabble over a found treasure.”

The other three Faction circle around the two who fight about her.

Siana knows her worth and cuddles against Titus.

Survive.

“Please, do not let them have me.”

Her words get the expected reaction. Titus hisses at Edward, sweeping Siana behind him.

“Titus,” Edward says casually, throwing out his hands. “Do not do this.”

However, her body is slick with seed and blood, and she slips out of his hands, falling behind him.

Two Faction land on her.

She smells their lust before they lay hands upon her.

The blood of the Exotic Faction is rich, feeding the smallest of the starving cells within her.

Talons tear through her fingertips and impale both Faction as they bite an inch from her face.

Siana is too busy fighting for her life while she lies naked and vulnerable to see what transpires between Titus and Edward, but she hears their fight.

Without the help of her hands—which are buried within the two Faction assailants—she has only her legs.

She swoops them up, nailing both males, jerking her talons out of their bodies at the same time.

Siana rolls forward into a somersault.

Stabbing one set of talons into the ground, Siana launches toward Edward.

He is engaged with Titus, beating him in the kidneys, but he stops when Siana takes out the back of his leg.

Blood arcs, splattering her face while she is at his knee level.

Siana licks her lips, turning to slice the two Faction who approach. She takes the nose off the first, and he staggers, taking large gasping inhales through his mouth.

She plunges her other fingertip topped with a talon into the underside of the second's jaw. Jerking it out, she shoves him to the ground and turns as Edward limps forward.

He grabs a handful of her hair that comes undone from its binding.

Siana screams, flying backward, her scalp on fire.

Her eyes round as Titus approaches with ten talons outstretched.

She closes her eyes, her hair fisted in Edward's grip and blood all over her naked body.

Titus will kill her.

Siana has gravely injured their leader and put two Faction out of commission.

She would kill her in Titusʼs position.

Siana jerks at the impact.

The ten talons sink into the male behind her.

Her eyes spring open. Titusʼs face is an inch from her own.

Eyes which appear to bleed latch onto her gaze.

The grip of her hair loosens and she falls forward.

Without a word, Titus takes her against him and they fall to the ground together.

*

Titus

He does not ask permission but widens the legs of the breeder, seating the head of his cock at her entrance.

Hard again, he pushes inside her.

Sheathed fully, Titus shudders. Mouth slack and arms screaming with tension, he moves his hips, and she meets his charge.

The queen is exquisite, blood-slicked, seed-coated, and every bit the Druid.

Titus has never lain with a female like this one.

His hidden blood rose to the surface when she fed, and he was lost.

He opens his eyes, closing hands now free of talons around her shoulders, and bears down, sliding over her body, holding her still.

“
Your name, Druid,” Titus says.

*

Siana

Titus pulls her to the forest floor, barely missing the dying body of the Faction leader. Without a second's pause, he kicks her legs apart and hangs over her for a moment before plunging inside her.

Siana grunts with the invasion of another male so soon after Kael.

Survive.

Titus could kill her now. She is vulnerable beneath him and without surprise in close quarters, he has her.

Siana does not fight.

She is ashamed to admit, how wonderful a dessert his rut is after the main entree of battle.

Blood and bodies are torn asunder yet Siana spreads her legs to receive her kidnapper's meat.

“Your name,” he demands, and she gives it.

His hand leaves her shoulder and cups the top of her head. He shivers, saying her name over and over. “So good, Druid.”

His rhythm becomes faster. When he is close, she draws nearer herself, beginning to pulse around him.

Titusʼs eyes go wide, and he withdraws. He crawls up her body, his stiff cock bobbing.

His legs are at either side of her shoulders, and she has only his eyes to tell her his needs.

She takes his cock in her mouth, tasting Kael, herself, and this new male.

He groans, falling forward. His hands bite into the ground, and he stabs deeply in her mouth.

Once, twice, and the third stroke brings him.

“
Swallow my seed, Druid.”

Siana does. Guilt, lust, and terrible need mix as she convulsively swallows all that he gives her.

Finally, Titus finishes his shallow pumping of her mouth and drops out of her.

Siana does not move but remains lying beneath Titus, gazing at the stars that blanket the dropped black velvet sky.

“Siana,” he whispers against her temple, “I could pour my seed inside your womb this same night.”

Her eyes shift to his, the blood red orbs like ink in the shadow he makes above her.

“You are Faction.”

He blinks. “I am, yet you know what else I am.” He strokes the sweaty strands of golden hair away from her face, his finger trailing alongside her temple.

Siana has given herself to two men in one night. Both for different reasons. Both Exotic.

She is queen of nothing.

Her sisters are somewhere. Kael is dead.

Her Faction captor has branded her with his seed, and she not only allowed it, she wanted it.

After all, she is a Druid breeder. She is helpless to fight the instinct. However much the warrior she plays, her biology is mistress, driving her to the very place she now resides.

Siana feels Titus harden against her side in the midst of the blood-soaked ground.

When he moves between her legs to make good on what he has promised, she parts them.

*

It is a slow lovemaking, Titus making sure each inch of her is serviced.

Their blood mingles, both what she ingested and that which he takes from her throat.

With each pull, he thrusts more deeply, and something extraordinary happens. She feels it, and it was not as it was with Kael.

Her womb opens to accept his seed.

Titus's eyes widen as he enters.

Yet Siana knows she carries a child.

The head of Titus breaches the neck of her fertility, his balls moving into her lower channel.

It stretches her painfully, fully—beautifully.

Hot cum layers the deepest part of her as he pumps his seed.

Siana latches onto his buttocks, her talons punching deep into his muscular ass. Titus gasps, eyes stretching wide.

She anchors him within her and a second course of precious seed spills, heating her.

Impregnating her.

“Siana!” he shouts as his blood pools around her fingertips.

“
More,” she whispers.

Titus shudders, spent, a third release spurting inside her as her Druid cunt demands.

He collapses on top of her, catching his weight on his elbow.

“
Perfection,” he whispers, smoothing the hair from her brow again.

Siana nods. Titus, with his vampire, demon and Exotic blood is not of her choosing.

Yet Siana realizes her body has chosen for her.

Conception has happened with two men.

The one on top of her.

And the one who suddenly shows up at the edge of the forest.

“Move!” Siana whispers.

Titus slips off her, hauling her to her feet as they take in a charging Reaper.

He speeds toward them.

Their death in his eyes.

Baird

No amount of blinking makes the vision leave. Siana keeps fucking a Faction, and Baird keeps watching.

Carrig makes a noise of disbelief behind him.

Baird ignores him.

Baird has been rash these last two days when it comes to his actions. He will use a better weapon this time.

Discernment.

Is Siana being raped?

Clearly not.

Her legs come around the Faction as he seats himself until his balls disappear.

She moans in pleasure.

Baird's fists tighten. He looks around. Faction lay dead or dying. Blood is everywhere.

He can smell Siana's ripeness from here.

There was a battle, then there is sex.

The Faction finishes. Baird watches as they say a few words and he tenderly moves a golden spiral of hair out of her face.

That one motion makes Baird insane, it is though his brains slip the confines of his skull.

“
Baird!” Carrig shouts.

But Baird hears nothing, sees nothing but his anger.

He plunges through the forest and bodies, making his way to the pair.

Then something wholly unexpected occurs.

Siana says something to the Faction. He whips her in front of himself, looping his arms through her own, and lifts her.

Siana spreads her legs, and Baird slows, coming to a stop in front of her.

All he can see is her pussy, bright pink and well-fucked, seed from the Faction slipping out.

Baird rips down his breeches. He makes himself vulnerable to attack.

He ignores everything as he grabs Siana's ass cheeks and lunges forward, stabbing her with his cock.

The other male holds her, his offering of her wet pussy all Baird can think about. All that matters.

Carrig is forgotten. Apologies—sense. All thoughts are wiped clean.

He mindlessly fucks her, burying his length over and over.

He can smell Kael on her breath, and the new male too. Baird does not care. All he cares about is her.

Fucking her.

Loving her.

Siana's arms come around his neck. His hands jerk her hips up and down his prick.

She's so wet and tight. Slick with the seed of others. With his own.

Baird pours himself inside her with a shouting grunt, every drop of him sinking inside her.

His heartbeat slows, his hips stopping their blurred assault.

Shame floods him.

He should have rescued her from this Faction. Instead, Baird finds out nothing, does nothing.

Her ripe pussy is all that matters.

“Wonderful, Baird,” Carrig says behind him. “Perfect way for introduction.”

Baird slips out of Siana and the Faction lifts her into his arms.

Carrig kicks aside the limb of another Faction.

Baird sighs and opens his mouth to speak.

The Faction holds up his hand. “We must go. We were but a small band of maunderers. The bulk of our kind will rendezvous, and when we do not appear, they will send out trackers.”

Baird scowls.

The unknown Faction explains, “We are a mixed lot. Some are of Reaper blood. They can track a single ant inside an anthill.”

“
Siana,” Baird says.