Viking Seduction Blood Slave (9 page)

I hated feeling bite lust at the hands of this vile man. My sex burned with need, but I only wanted Dekker.

He thrust his hard cock against my ass. “I hate fucking a used cunt, whoring bitch. I think I’ll make you suck me instead. Then I’ll finish draining you.” He spun me around and shoved me to my knees. He held me by my hair and thrust his covered cock in my face, grinding against me. He smelled foul, dirty. “Suck me, bitch. Maybe I’ll let you live if you do it good.”

I licked my lips as if preparing to suck him. I zipped his pants open, slowly and seductively. His breath heaved in anticipation. But instead of a nice mouth job, I grabbed his cock and balls, squeezing and yanking with all my strength.

Howling, he struck me hard across the face, sending me skittering across the floor. I scrambled to stand and run but he jumped on me like a rabid dog. He yanked my hair aside and bit hard.

I screamed in pain, lust and fear. All thought fled, and dizziness crept up to darken the corners of my mind. I fought to hold on even as I felt my life’s blood being sucked out. Dekker would come. I just had to hold on.

* * *

I surged into the garage, nostrils flared, scanning for scents. My gaze widened to take in the scene without losing my focus on Ferine. The man stood slowly over Kierra’s still body. Hot red rage flooded my mind for a heartbeat before warrior cold took over.

“You’re too late, book boy. I will have to have a talk with my men. They weren’t supposed to let you go so soon.”

I curled my lips in a feral snarl. “Hard to talk to the dead, Ferine.” A whistle and slight movement heralded the arrival of Segrun. “Segrun, see to my pet.” I continued to advance on Ferine. I’d chew her out for being late after I finished this.

“If she’s not dead, she soon will be,” Ferine sneered, clearly trying to throw me off. I smiled as his gaze darted about only to find his men busy with my company. All but one, who circled to come behind me.

I smiled wider at Ferine. “Two on one, hardly fair of you, Ferine.”

Ferine pulled his knife, as did the man behind him.

My grin deepened. “Now, that’s better.”

“Think you’re so tough, book boy? Looks like your hired hands are too busy to save your pansy ass.”

“Here’s a hint. They aren’t my hired hands. Segrun is my sister. They came out of loyalty to their thane.” I whirled, snatching the knife from Ferine’s man and cutting his throat with it, all in one flowing move. Ferine’s frightened gasp made me smile as I turned on the smaller vamp.

Ferine’s face paled. “Not possible. Torgeir Svartdraken died centuries ago!”

“It’s hard for a man with that many enemies to live the quiet life of a writer.” I shrugged casually, although I felt anything but.

Ferine darted, trying to escape, but I closed in on him until his back met the wall. “You have dishonored the gift I gave you. So now I am going to take it back.” I stalked closer, dropping the blade I’d taken from his man. Ferine crouched, ready for the attack. He lunged, striking for my heart. I blocked Ferine’s blade, breaking his wrist in the process. I spun the slighter man into the wall, breaking his nose. With a snarl I sunk my fangs into his carotid artery. Ferine screamed once as his lifeblood sprayed into my mouth too fast for me to swallow it all. Bite lust softened his body against mine. It would be the last pleasure the bastard ever felt.

I heard Segrun with Kierra. “Easy. I’m going to lick your wounds, seal them.”

I bit harder into Ferine, drawing deep. I wanted this over.

“That’s it, pet, stay with me. You’ll live. Just stay awake.” Segrun’s voice held nothing but confidence. I hoped that wasn’t just for show.

“Nate, you and Eira take care of those mortals when you’re done playing with Ferine’s dogs. I’m taking her up to the penthouse. She’s lost too much blood. I’ll call for some O neg and start an IV.”

Shit. I dropped Ferine’s limp body. He couldn’t die from being drained, but he wouldn’t be getting up any time soon, either. I surveyed the carnage in the garage. Ferine’s dogs lay dead or close to it, like their master. The mortal cops were getting new memories thanks to Nate and Eira.

“Chop off heads or burn the mongrels?” Eli cocked a brow as he took in my blood soaked clothing.

I smiled slightly. “Arteries are so messy.” Eli snickered. “If you’ve got a sword, let’s severe heads. Get the bodies ashed before anyone else shows up.”

Eli pulled a long knife from his boot. “Not a sword but will do the trick. You go see to your woman. I can handle this.” I clasped my friend’s shoulder in thanks.

The elevator ride felt like forever. I rushed in the open door of the penthouse. We kept it stocked with medical supplies, but blood wouldn’t keep. If she’d lost too much she might not survive long enough for a fresh supply to arrive.

“How is she?” I knelt next to my sister at Kierra’s side. She’d put her in the first bedroom.

“I called Adriana for blood and clean up. She’ll probably make it without that, but I’m not certain. She lost a lot, Dek.” She finished hooking up the IV with saline.

I took Kierra’s pale, cold wrist to feel her pulse. “How soon will she be here?” Kierra didn’t stir and that worried me, a lot.

“Any minute now. I take it Ferine’s no longer an issue?”

“Yeah. Should have done it decades ago.”

“I hate to say it…”

“Then don’t. I know I should have dealt with him before this.” I’d kept hoping he’d get over it and move on. After the first hundred years or so I should have known better. Then Kierra wouldn’t be lying here at death’s door.

“Why the hell weren’t you right behind us?” I knew something had to have gone wrong. Segrun had never let me down.

“Car trouble. We had to secure a new one.” She turned at the door. “I suspect that prick Ferine had something to do with it.” She ducked out and closed the door partway.

I leaned close to whisper in Kierra’s ear. “Hang on. Don’t leave me, please. I never told you I love you. Ah, pet, please don’t break this old vampire’s heart.”

Her eyes flickered open. “Dekker?”

I took her small hand in both of mine. “I’m here, pet. You’re going to be all right as soon as we top off your tank.”

A small smile flickered to life. “I knew you’d come, if I could hold on long enough.”

I lightly caressed her face.

She turned to look at me. “Dek, I think I was dreaming but I have to know. Did you say you love me?”

I crawled onto the bed next to her and settled gently around her. “I did, and I do, Kierra. I love you. I have for a long time. I’m so sorry for involving you in all this.”

She sighed and snuggled closer. “I love you too, Dek.”

I buried my face in her hair as tears formed. She loved me. We could work out the rest. Everything would be all right.

Brannan Black

Brannan Black grew up dreaming about epic adventures with strong women doing heroic deeds. She’s been a belly dancer, horse breeder, mom, Reiki master and crazy. Really, certifiable crazy. That’s what folks say when the people in your head won’t leave you alone. When their worlds and lives seem as real as this one. Now she writes their stories, making them happy, and people call her an author instead of nuts. She lives quietly, more or less, on a small ranch with her husband, multiple cats, dogs and horses.

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