Zauran (6 page)

The rule book, which once read, means you cannot taste light until the moon is at its brightest. Fuck!

I say them to her, caressing waist length black hair to hook over her shoulders so I can appreciate pink nipples in pert buttermilk breasts,
“
Khdyhq zhofrphv brx.”

You have no clue that by you reading those words Ryan initiated you into the fold and made you one of us.

He's moving in on my territory and I'm not going to let him.

You are mine!

“
Say it again,” she murmurs breathlessly, the effort mirrored by the perfect slant of each breast and the overt display of her nipples.

What fucking magnificent little nipples. They make her seem younger, fresher, somehow more delicate.

Distracted by an open mouth swollen from pressured kisses, trailing my focus to a tight flat stomach with a perfect indentation running down to her navel, I end up staring at her legs resting either side of me, captivated by the way she fits on me like she was made
for
me.

I have a human to love.

Blinking, my heart scrapes against my ribs with this sudden realization, stamping beats out with tribal fervor. I lay my hands on each of her legs with my heart thumping inside me, “Khdyhq zhofrphv brx.”

“
Say it slowly. How do I pronounce it?”

Staring back at her moisture gilded eyelashes, looking for the spirit hidden in her eyes, I whisper, “
Kiddick Zorv Brix
.”

She leans closer, tender palms absently brushing over my pecs and shoulders as she watches my mouth, repeating my words as I say them.

“
What does it mean?” She ducks her head as if ashamed she can't pronounce it, and it's coy.

I want to fuck you again, right now!

“
Heaven welcomes you,” I say instead.

Screw this.

Lifting her, I twist her so she's spine flat beneath me again. Shapely legs grip my hips and pull me deeper with instinct when I change our polarity, and I'm further in, slipping deeper, getting closer, feeling more, shoving and nudging my way through the door to her soul.

Melting warmth licks straight through me, the tips of her hair painting my balls, and it's all I can do not to break her with an almighty rush. Tensing, gritting my teeth, my hair hangs above her forehead as she stares up and into me with presence.

The caliber of her eyes is enough to pause me.

“
Heaven welcomes you. That makes sense you know.” Smooth nubile legs pull me deeper, her innocent expression dissolves into sultry, “You feel like heaven to me.”

No Zaria, you are the one who feels like heaven. It strips me into zealous carnage.

Closing my eyes, harnessing my self-control, I slide out, slowly, inhaling the bouquet of lust coated lips slicking my dick with minxfire and wild sex.

Slaking my hunger I shove in, snuggled into the crypt which could so easily make a man despair. Slicing back, it's juicy and surreal, the tension teasing my erection so impeccable it forces me deeper, the ridge expanding, going for the easy goal.

Hot breath laces my neck with her perfume and taste, fingers move to grip my triceps for stability, and her blessed whimpered groan of pleasure breaks my reserve.

Pulling outward in a quick motion, I slalom back in, connecting with the pressure point perfectly positioned for this art.

Her cry raises a notch, the pitch almost angelic, and then I dive in deeper, forcing her long raven hair flat out beneath her like a sheet. The wetness of her body leaks out marginally as I expand and create a miniscule pocket below her clit, pulsating there to tease her when my head widens against the one orgasm region only we can touch.

It's a sac that fits over my head like a condom, hidden there by a creator waiting for neuri babies. Made like that so every particle of me is caught and hidden safely away.

We can't procreate with each other, we're all male; we can only have children with humans. Right this second I want her to beat with my heartbeat, to live on my breath, to grow my image in her womb, it's a powerful mirage and I'm shaken with the rush, quelling my pressure I explode, wracked from the bottom of my spine to the base of my skull, chills chasing the singe to delve inside her and hide so deep no one can undo what I just did; not Ryan, not Darise, no one.

Ryan underestimated me.

Now she's locked with me and I'm the only one with the key.

Shattered breath wraps its velvet warmth around my earlobe and her voice is as shaky as her trembling legs, “My God, Zauran. I've... wow.”

The cover of her skin, the scent of her core, the musk and perfume and shivering delicate sweetness: I'm possessed.

Ruthless, I slide slowly back and ram once more into that haven, shooting every ounce of body fluid left inside me into her.

“
You're mine, to love. I'm never releasing you, Zaria. Never.”

It's raw and hoarse and came out way more psycho than I intended it. But she simply clenches her fingers in my hair and pulls me closer to shield her skin, to depress the pillow of each breast, “Good, because now that I'm here, I don't want to leave.”

Suckling on a soft lip, tasting the sheen of her flesh, I breach her mouth again, needing more than I've ever needed anything to
own
her.

I can't afford to lose this, it would break me.

Fingernails lightly score a path down my spine, causing a ripple of sensation, and I lift up to catch my breath.

“
I need to pee,” she whispers, as if in apology.

Her cheeks are flushed with the pink of desire and sex, but now they grow hot and red.

She's blushing!

Crushing her when I get an arm underneath her, I grip her to my chest, burying my nose in her hair and inhaling the fragile scent of flowers, “You are so fucking cute.”

I've never been emotionally moved by sex before. This is alien and strange. It's left me awkwardly vulnerable, but her hands frame my jaw and she smiles as if she's a goddess with the secret to the dancing fountains. Her kiss is so soft, so tender, it's loving and careful, as if she knows how fucking scared I am and how insanely shaken she's left me.

“
You have to let me go long enough to use the bathroom.”

Sliding out, gradually, her skin suctions and pulls taut around me; and it's like being forced out of bed on a cold morning. I hate not being inside her. I could live there.

Closing her legs, grabbing her pink lace underwear, she holds it ungracefully between her legs, obviously expecting a mess. If she only knew what I did.

She looks at the secured door, “I don't know where to find the bathroom from here.”

“
I'll take you,” I say, inhaling deeply while memorizing every shape and curve, unable to break my fixated surveillance.

It's adorable when she captures my waist with her arm and leans in, pressing an alert nipple to my hip.

She's short. Her head reaches my elbow. She's definitely no match for a determined neuri. Now that she's conceived I'm going to have to watch over her like I've never watched over anything before in my long existence.

It's an anticlimax to wander back into the house, escorting her to the bathroom.

I'm reluctant to leave even though I know she'd prefer the privacy. Leaning a shoulder against the mushroom shade of the wall, the bathroom door closes on me and I stare down the length of the passage to the opposite door.

Fuck!

When he steps out and smiles at me, I don't care that I'm naked, I just want to decapitate him.

Chapter 8

Zauran
:

Striding silently to him, I block the doorway, “What the fuck are you doing here Sveta?”

“
Is that who I think it is? She's naked, Zauran. Are you trying to start a war or somethin'?”

“
She came to me, not that it's any of your business. Get lost, I'm busy.”

He clamps my arm with binding strength, forcing me to pause in my dismissive turn away from his body, “Zauran, Ryan's here. I needed ta warn you.”

“
I know, he's already been here.”

“
Was she here then?” Sveta says, nudging his head to indicate the bathroom door.

“
Yup.”

“
Shit.”

You can say that again.

Staring at my younger brother I don't even know what to say. He shakes his auburn hair out of his eyes and impresses tension at me with the amber glow varnishing them.

“
Do you need help protecting her?” he says in a quiet baritone.

“
I'd appreciate it.”

“
What did Ryan do?” he nudges his head toward Zaria's location again.

“
He threw the rule book between us so I couldn't touch her Plyx. But I have my own means. He can't have her, I made sure of it.”

Sveta's pale face looks even starker when he meets me eye to eye, “Did he indicate he's going after her?”

I give him a nod, breaking his grip and returning his hand with a forceful shove, “Fuck off already. I don't need my entire family ruining this night for me.”

“
What about Darise?” he whispers; insistent.

“
What about him?” I say, giving him the full indication that no squirmy vampyre can intimidate me. And if Darise throws his weight around with Zaria I'll finally have an excuse to snap his back.

I'm too late, she's standing there peeking at us around the doorframe, her eyes wide with alarm.

“
My other brother, Sveta,” I say to her, injecting projection into my voice, nudging my head at my kin.

Sveta gives her a little nod and his suave smile, propping an arm against the doorframe and calculating the distance.

“
I'm your alpha, Sveta. Don't even think about it,” I say under my breath.

Defiant eyes flick to engage mine, the smirk of mischief displayed across his expression is enough to douse my hopes of ever having Zaria all to myself.

“
Do you have a sister?” he says to her, crossing his arms and licking his lips, making no move to give her privacy while she tries to hide her nudity behind a wall and flimsy wooden frame.

Solid to her, but flimsy by our standards.

“
No. But there's a woman who looks exactly like me at Pravus.” The tone she employs is bitter with scathing anger.

Sveta looks to me, arching an interested eyebrow.

I nod, telling him telepathically,
Her name is
Božena
. I met her this morning.

And you said
nothing
to me?
He adopts a challenging expression.

I didn't know you had Zaria in the crosshairs of your dick. Are
you
the one looking to start a war, brat?

Standing taller, I deliberately release the alpha atmosphere which marks territory. Just enough to remind him who's in command here. I called him brother in Serbian, in Cyrillic, he is my
brat
, my
brother
, but every now and again I need to remind him I'm older and way more powerful.

Go find Božena, she smells the same.
I say with anger clenching my jaw.

He stands tall, exuding instant overpowering masculinity.
She smells the
same
?

“
Yup.”

Where do I find her?

Try Darise,
I shrug.
Now fuck off before I help you out with force.

*

Zaria
:

The man gi
ves me a wink before disappearing from view in the direction of the front door. This home sure is busy at night.

Two dark eyes send sparks into my heart when Zauran walks back my way. He's so tall and well defined that I'm having a hard time not appreciating the carve of his stomach flexing with each step. The ridges of m
uscle corded from his shoulders to his arms dance with motion. He's stark naked and not even a little self-conscious.

Hair tilts off the tops of his ears when he reaches me and leans a hand on each side of the door to support his body, slanting to look down on me.

I love his hair. It's wayward. Long on top but so short in the nape you want to keep running your palm over the velvet pile of it.

Soot dark eyes stare into me, his full lips quirking in that naughty but sensual way he does when hiding a laugh.

You're bloody reading my mind again, aren't you?

“
Yes I am. Keep going, don't let me stop you there. My ego is loving this.”