Abe held out a shirt and pair of sweats he had managed to pull from a cupboard on the side of the room. I took them and hissed as the shirt caught on the grazes on my back. Abe turned and looked at me, as he put on the jeans he had found. “Are you okay?”
“I am bruised and not just by you.” I winced. I lifted the shirt and looked down at the bruises on my ribs. “I don’t think he liked me.”
My gaze moved to the bruises on my hips, and I smirked, looking up at Abe.
“But I know you like me…”
Absinthe’s gaze moved to the bruises on my hips and frowned.
“Shit. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He turned, picking up the syringe and turned, taking my arm in his hand. “This is going to sting.”
He pushed the needle into my arm and I hissed, feeling the serum quickly working into my veins making my head swim. Fuck, I hated serum with a passion and t
The five hours it took to drive back to my mansion, was the longest five hours of my life.Marley and I didn’t speak much, and I was glad, because I knew if we did, the inevitable talk of Johan would arise and we would argue.Seeing the gates of the mansion loom ahead of us though… my stomach churned. And when I drove up the drive, to see more than twenty cars lined up in front of the building, the churning became worse. I knew those cars and why they were there. I turned my head a little, looking across to Marley, as her gaze took in the vehicles, as we drove past and toward the back of the mansion to the garage. “I am not going to be able to speak with you much, once we get inside. Othello will want to speak with you alone.”“Awesome.” Marley muttered and I could hear not only the emotion in her voice, but the way her heart fluttered quicker, the closer we came to the garage. “If you knew that I was in danger, why com
“So, this is the murderess of my Coven member?”Barely had I stepped out of the elevator, when I was overcome with the scent of spoiled blood. Great… he was one of those vampires.Looking past Rhayden, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor, I looked at the vampire before us; his skintight on his bones, his eyes copper with anger, claws descended.In seconds, Absinthe had stepped past me, and was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, blocking the volatile vampire from reaching me.“You are in my mansion Mathias, remember that. If you even lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball.” Abe’s tone was blunt, to the point and my fear kicked into overdrive. What would happen if the vampire didn’t heed Abe’s warning? Would I become a casualty of a fight between them?Mathias leaned forward, looking past the vampires protecting her, lee
I paced the room, aware of Absinthe watching me from his comfy chair. My mind was on the woman in the room, near the armory.It had broken my undead heart, pushing Mars into that room and closing the door.“Rhayden, you’re making me dizzy.”Rolling my eyes, I glared at Abe and kept pacing.How the fuck had everything gone so fucking wrong? And Mathias…“I’m going to gut him.”“Othello wouldn’t approve of you slaying one of the vampire Lords, little brother. No matter how much of an asshole he is.”And by god, Mathias was one of the most assholey of all assholes. He had a mean streak to him, which came to the surface with his superiority complex. He thought he was better than everyone else, just because of his bloodline, because he was a vampire lord.Yeah, well that didn’t excuse his behaviors. Especially in our mansion.“Rhayden.”&ldq
Immortal Cravings Part 1-Temptation If there was ever a time to be worried about my safety, it was now.This very moment.Sneaking through the factories. Hunting creatures which shouldn’t exist.Persona Sanguinis. Person of the Blood.Vampires.Well, one kind specificlly.Sanguinis Perfide. Traitor of the blood.Somewhere on this dock, in this seething scent of fish, rubbish and motor oil, was a rogue vampire. A rogue which my boss wanted dead.Well, more dead than it already was.Back against the wall, I slid against the peeling paint, hearing it crackle behind me, hoping the sound didn’t attract unwanted attention. I out the blade in the thigh holder and bought it up in front of my face. Forged of silver, it’s a loan from my employer, a tool of my trade. Adjusting the collar on my jacket, I brought it up as high as it would go, making sure my flesh was covered.Always keep your neck covered, Marlene.Yeah, I’d been there before.This was not my first hunt, and it would not be my las
I can smell her.A mixture of fear, sweat and something… sweet. She knows the pheromones she gives off are a beacon to our kind. A flash of what her emotions are, in a single scent. A clue to where they are at any one time if we are on the hunt.What she does not realize is how much she is giving off right at this moment.The confines of the Alfa, as I send it racing through the streets, amplify her scent. Showing me how hot under the collar she is over my presence. This woman is going to be my downfall.Marlene Brennan.My brother’s hunter.Off. Limits.For two long years I had been watching, as she folded herself neatly into our world. One of the only humans to know of our existence. How quickly she picked up the art of hunting... How quickly she got under the skin of my brother and into his bed.Now with her sitting in the passenger seat, I was the dumb schmuck taking her right back to his arms, when she should have been moaning in mine.Slowing the Alfa, a little, I pulled the b
Keeping my thoughts from Rhayden was not hard. The moment the doors to the library opened and he stepped into its darkened interior, my only thought was on the other man inside.Rhayden cleared his throat. “Absinthe, Marlene Brennan, as requested.”“Thank you, Rhayden. Give her a room.”That silken voice called to me, and I could not help but move.Stepping into the doorway of the grand library, I stopped.The mansion’s library had always had me in awe. The walls lined with rows upon rows of shelves, crammed with old tomes. Soft lighting illuminated a wooden desk against the back window and a huge slab of wood in the center of the room, which served as a conference table.A table currently surrounded by vampires.Each one dressed in suit or formal wear, the enamel pins of their coven, attached to their lapels. Over a dozen gazes fell on me, the hunger evident.Most had not dealt with a human in years. If I had my way, each of them would be dead. I did not trust the elder vampires, an
Lounging back on the chair in the library, I swung mindlessly, thinking about the pretty brunette in the room down the hall. My tongue still tingled from the single smear of Marley’s blood.My instinct was to run back to her room, smash down the door and take her on the cold floor. Screw the consequences, it would be totally worth it and if someone saw us? Bonus. I didn't mind a little voyeurism every now and then. Holy hell, I had never tasted anything so sweet in my life. Now I knew what had Absinthe so hot over the human woman. Not only was it her fight and spunk, but it was her blood. Absinthe had been the only one to feed from her and since then, he had been a walking talking pain in the ass with his smug looks and flushed skin.Asshole.But Marley was right. There was no way I would fight him. Even over her.Absinthe was almost one-hundred years older than me. He was stronger and faster.There was no way I would entertain that ass kicking. Even if it meant I got the girl.
I should not have let him touch me. Vampires were territorial. Everything revolved around scent, and I knew I would have Rhayden’s scent on me. Which was why I was standing in the shower, the water as hot as my skin could handle. I had already scrubbed it from top to toe with my favorite soap, hoping it would be enough.Not for the first time, my mind wandered to how I had found myself the center of a vampire’s attention. A chance encounter with a bloodsucker had put me squarely in the crosshairs of Absinthe Raynes and he’d offered me the job of being his bounty hunter.While they were deadly creatures at night; they could not hunt during the day and a human hunter would be able to kill a rogue while they were in hibernate.At first, I had told Absinthe to shove his job and his salary of one-million-dollars a year, up his ass. I did not want anything to do with him, especially after finding out he had been creeping into my past. I had left the mansion with the knowledge of what he w
I paced the room, aware of Absinthe watching me from his comfy chair. My mind was on the woman in the room, near the armory.It had broken my undead heart, pushing Mars into that room and closing the door.“Rhayden, you’re making me dizzy.”Rolling my eyes, I glared at Abe and kept pacing.How the fuck had everything gone so fucking wrong? And Mathias…“I’m going to gut him.”“Othello wouldn’t approve of you slaying one of the vampire Lords, little brother. No matter how much of an asshole he is.”And by god, Mathias was one of the most assholey of all assholes. He had a mean streak to him, which came to the surface with his superiority complex. He thought he was better than everyone else, just because of his bloodline, because he was a vampire lord.Yeah, well that didn’t excuse his behaviors. Especially in our mansion.“Rhayden.”&ldq
“So, this is the murderess of my Coven member?”Barely had I stepped out of the elevator, when I was overcome with the scent of spoiled blood. Great… he was one of those vampires.Looking past Rhayden, who had stopped in the middle of the corridor, I looked at the vampire before us; his skintight on his bones, his eyes copper with anger, claws descended.In seconds, Absinthe had stepped past me, and was standing shoulder to shoulder with his brother, blocking the volatile vampire from reaching me.“You are in my mansion Mathias, remember that. If you even lay a finger on her, I will rip your head off and use it for a soccer ball.” Abe’s tone was blunt, to the point and my fear kicked into overdrive. What would happen if the vampire didn’t heed Abe’s warning? Would I become a casualty of a fight between them?Mathias leaned forward, looking past the vampires protecting her, lee
The five hours it took to drive back to my mansion, was the longest five hours of my life.Marley and I didn’t speak much, and I was glad, because I knew if we did, the inevitable talk of Johan would arise and we would argue.Seeing the gates of the mansion loom ahead of us though… my stomach churned. And when I drove up the drive, to see more than twenty cars lined up in front of the building, the churning became worse. I knew those cars and why they were there. I turned my head a little, looking across to Marley, as her gaze took in the vehicles, as we drove past and toward the back of the mansion to the garage. “I am not going to be able to speak with you much, once we get inside. Othello will want to speak with you alone.”“Awesome.” Marley muttered and I could hear not only the emotion in her voice, but the way her heart fluttered quicker, the closer we came to the garage. “If you knew that I was in danger, why com
Abe held out a shirt and pair of sweats he had managed to pull from a cupboard on the side of the room. I took them and hissed as the shirt caught on the grazes on my back. Abe turned and looked at me, as he put on the jeans he had found. “Are you okay?”“I am bruised and not just by you.” I winced. I lifted the shirt and looked down at the bruises on my ribs. “I don’t think he liked me.”My gaze moved to the bruises on my hips, and I smirked, looking up at Abe.“But I know you like me…”Absinthe’s gaze moved to the bruises on my hips and frowned.“Shit. I shouldn’t have been so rough with you.” He turned, picking up the syringe and turned, taking my arm in his hand. “This is going to sting.”He pushed the needle into my arm and I hissed, feeling the serum quickly working into my veins making my head swim. Fuck, I hated serum with a passion and t
I woke to warmth.Turning my head, Marley was curled beside me, her hand over my long dead heart and I smiled. Leaning over, I kissed her forehead, making her stir, her beautiful eyes opening, looking up at me. “Hi.”“Evening Marlene.” I replied quietly, my hand coming up, caressing the soft skin of her cheek, loving the warmth transferring to my fingertips. “Are you okay?’“I hurt…” she replied, and my stomach knotted.“Hurt?”Marley nodded, rolling to the side. Blood from her chest, soaked into her shirt—into my shirt. I sat up, reaching for her, ripping open her shirt. Her dark bra; holding her magnificent breasts, making my body stir. But the fresh bout of blood which oozed from her wound made me hiss.It should have healed by now and my gaze went to the bruises on her body. They were dark black. “What happened?”“The Vampire I killed. He th
The night air was chilled as I stepped out of the building, bag slung over My shoulder. My gaze moved to look at the horizon, the sun almost ready to poke its head over the edge and light up the morning sky.I’d managed a couple of hours sleep. But it had been fitful. Constantly jerking awake, thinking the door of the vault had been opened; even though I knew it couldn’t be opened from the outside, once someone sealed it from within. I’d tried that before and failed.I had to keep moving, make sure I was ahead of what was coming after me.I’d killed a Vampire.He might have been a rogue, killing an innocent girl, when the hunting of humans was forbidden; but he had been an unsanctioned kill, and I had broken the Rules.I was only ever allowed to hunt and kill rogues which had been sanctioned by Absinthe, or in the event of Norman, I’d had been given permission by Korin, because the Vampire had been killing in his territory.Not that I had killed him, that had been Rhayden, while I ble
I was starting to think I’d never find Marley, until Mathias threw her corpse at my feet.Why, of all vampires, did she have to kill one of his? Mathias would stop at nothing to have Marley’s head on a spike and there would be sweet fuck all either Rhayden or I could do about it, once the 24-hours was up.The library doors burst open, and I lifted my head, hoping to see Marlene standing there.Instead, it was Tony.Normally calm under pressure, this was the fourth time in a month I’d seen him less than calm. “Tony?”What had happened? I’d given him and Maddison permission to complete the Mated Ritual, knowing it might make them a target… had it gone wrong?Tony walked over to me, “The New Orleans safe house has been activated.”“Orleans?”The Safe-House in New Orleans was one which rarely got used.It was owned by Othello, a safe house for everyone, the o
Another dirt road.Why the fuck did the vampires think it was such a good idea to seclude their safehouses like they did, down dirt roads and away from civilization. Especially since they had a penchant for nice cars which didn’t handle the dirt overly well. I’d already stopped Rhayden’s Alfa from ending up in the gutter more than once.But I guess, when you were a secret race of humans who were scared of being discovered, because of what might happen to the wider vampire community… it didn’t seem so ridiculous.The road seemed to stretch on forever… until it broke into a clearing and I slammed on the brakes, coming to a screeching halt in a large expanse of dirt.I stared at the dilapidated building; hidden back against the huge trees; the peeling paint, the blacked-out windows… it screamed fuck off and I knew I’d found what I was after. Shoving the map back into the glove compartment, I stared
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.I’d listened to Marley’s message at least five times now, and each time, my stomach churned with sickness and worry for my human lover. Now I was on my way to the library to see my brother. “Absinthe! We have a proble—”I slid to a halt at the sighed of the man sitting at the head of the table.It wasn’t my brother.“Rhayden Raynes. Just the man I wanted to see.”Othello Martin was a formidable Vampire. Older than both Absinthe and I put together, his skin leathery, thin; showing the age of our Lord and I dropped his gaze, showing protocol. “Sire.”“Sit. What is so important?” My gaze shifted to Absinthe. His gaze was on the table; curtailed by the older man. Fuck. This was about to get really shitty. I sat, pushing my hand with my phone into my jacket pocket, but not quick enough and Othello noticed the device. “What is that?”My gaz