-Gabriel-
I knew Katherine was in town before Fenriz even called me in to take care of the problem, and as I walked out of his hotel, I set up a meeting without her even knowing I was behind it.
The Death’s Temple guild has always been a thorn in my side ever since their first generation took out half of my family back in Romania. My siblings, my cousins, and nearly all of the Purebloods were taken out because they assumed we were to blame for the spate of recent killings in the small towns below our castle.
Well, they weren’t wrong; my 50-year-old cousin decided to turn one of her human servant friends into a vampire, and the boy went on a rampage. 50-year-old vampires would be about ten years old in human years, so she didn’t know any better.
But that little act of naivety cost half of our family, and we were forced to either fight back or flee. My father, the oldest vampire at the time, decided that we should lay low in Bulgaria for a few years before we returned home. By the time he decided that we were ready, we found out that the Death’s Temple had taken up residency in our castle.
The Décès clan turned our home into their base of operations.
Now, as I peer down at her in my club, I wonder if she knows the truth behind our family’s blood feud. Knowing her father, he’s probably spun a lie so tight that she’d never believe anything other than what he’s told her. But that’s fine with me; I want her to hate me before I kill her.
Katherine Décès - as beautiful and deadly as they come. She looks out of place here, and I can sense her anxiety even if she seems confident amongst my kind.
I appraise her from my vantage point and imagine how it would feel to have her underneath me, giving into me slowly even though she hates it. But those slender legs that should be over my shoulders have chased down so many vampires, and those nimble fingers that should be digging their nails into my back have put many out of their misery.
So even as she is beautiful and perfectly sexy, she’s out of bounds. But I have a plan to make her submit to me before I kill her, and tonight I am putting it in place.
Valentine approaches her, and I watch as she stiffens at his touch. She trusts him to an extent since he’s brought her so many of my men’s heads, but she really shouldn’t. He’s my second in command and club VP, after all.
They chat for a while, then he leans into her, whispers that I’m here, and walks off while she tries not to hyperventilate. She straightens her back and tries to control her racing heart before turning her head and looking straight in my direction.
The second her eyes locked with mine, a delicious current shot through my body; it made me want to devour this woman with no consequences of what her death could bring. Her cold blue eyes widened slightly, and when her tongue shot out to moisten her lips, I could feel my cock harden to steel. By the way her heart picked up its pace when I grinned and winked at her, I know she felt the exact same way.
What is it about forbidden fruit that makes me want to ruin it?
“You look like you needed that, little lamb,” I say and watch as she stiffens at my proximity. Her sweet caramel-scented perfume doesn’t hide her fear, but her arousal is even more overwhelming. Hmm, I guess I was correct in thinking the feeling is mutual.
“Little lamb? That’s a condescending thing to call a lady,” she says, taking a sip of her wine but still not looking my way. “Are you implying that I’m docile?”
I chuckle. “Well, you look out of your depth in the middle of vultures who, I might add, are all looking to feast on your carcass.” When I say this, her eyes scan the crowd behind her, but she shows no fear even as my men all drink her in.
“So, if they’re the vultures, does that make you the predator about to devour me?” she says, finally turning to face me. Her blue eyes look even colder up close, and her pale skin is rosy from either alcohol or arousal.
“Hmm, it depends on how you look at it; you can either enjoy the feast or fight me. I’m fine with it either way.” I grin as I say this and love the tiny gasp she tries to stifle at my words.
Rolling her eyes, she takes another sip of wine and scoffs. “You make consent sound like a dirty word,” she says, then reaches up to touch her ear. “Or is that what all women are like with you? Do you prefer them fighting back?”
“I prefer them wet, willing and begging me not to stop,” I say, then motioning behind her for my men to get rid of the other cockroaches who came in with her.
My words cause her to laugh, and she finishes her glass of wine in one gulp, then gets to her feet. “Okay, this turned dirty real quick, and I need some space from you. Which way is the little girls' room?” she asks, swaying a little.
I gesture to the bathrooms off to her right. “That way; and you better believe that I’ll be waiting for your return, little lamb,” I say, stepping out of her way and ordering myself a whiskey.
She chuckles again but looks unsteady as she makes her way to the restrooms. I watch her walking away and motion for Valentine to follow her before looking down at her glass and grinning triumphantly. Yes, I am aware that these hunters pump themselves full of anti-vampire cocktails, and it’s a bitch to bite into a meal and feel it biting back.
However, that only works on your average vampire. I might not be able to use my Allure on her or drink her blood, but the second she ingests my blood, the cocktail clashes with it and will render the person unconscious.
I knew she wouldn’t drink something she didn’t see being poured herself, so I had the bartender put my blood inside the bottle. In about twenty seconds, little Katherine will be unconscious and mine to do with as I please.
Not that I would ever touch a woman without her consent, no… but I can make her think something happened when it didn’t. I can make her hate herself even more than she hates me; all it took was a drop of wine.
The Death’s Temple’s downfall starts with the ruination of their princess; and how glorious it will be.
-Katherine-I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus; my head hurts, my body feels bruised, and my mouth feels dry as shit.“Fuck,” I grumbled, sitting up in my bed and not daring to open my eyes because the sunlight would assault me further. But as I sit up, I realize that the apartment I’m renting does not have silk sheets… nor do I sleep naked.Wrenching my eyes open, I look down and find myself completely naked in a room I do not recognize. Not only that, but I can feel someone behind me… someone in the bed with me. My heart slams against my ribcage, and dread sets into my bones when I feel cold sweat dripping down the middle of my back - because I have a feeling that I know who it is.How did I get here? What happened last night after I left for the bathroom to get away from him? Standing so close to him, inhaling his sexy cologne, made my head spin, and I needed some space before I did something I would regret. And now it seems that I have.I spot my clothes lying on the floor and th
-Gabriel-The moment an ice-cold chill shot through my body, I knew what had happened. I didn’t want to admit it at first, but my body moved before I could think that there had been a mistake. There was no way Myrcella could be dead…there’s no way my only relative would have met her demise so quickly.But that frozen shard slamming deep into my heart tells me different - the blue Thread of Fate tying me to my family has been severed. I am now the only Preutescu Pureblood left.“NO! Myrcella!” I cry out when I see her small, lifeless body lying amongst the blood and debris. That shard gets embedded deeper into my heart as I hold her closer to me, feeling no warmth in her skin and seeing no rosiness on her cheeks. My little sister is dead.The sound of an erratic heartbeat snaps my attention to the figure standing in front of me with a gun outstretched, and the guilty blue eyes of Katherine meet mine. I look down at Myrcella, the red dot on her chest telling me that she was killed by a
-Gabriel-I spot Andreas, Fenriz’s Beta, waiting for me at the entrance of the hotel. He’s powerful, second only in strength to Fenriz, tall, lean and muscular like Church, and has a scar running down his face courtesy of Katherine’s father. His long hair is tied up, and when he sees me, he cocks his head in greeting.“Fenriz told me,” he says. “My condolences; Myrcella was a little spitfire on her own.”I chuckle at this. “Thank you, and she truly was,” I say as he leads me to his Alpha’s office. I would never have dreamt of coming to the Lycans for help, but they have a score to settle with Death’s Temple just as I do. Andreas especially, since his fated mate was raped and brutalized by them - his human mate, might I add.We reach Fenriz’s office door, and Andreas turns to me. “Gotta warn you, he’s in there with his mate, and she might be a little different to the women you’ve seen with Fenriz. Try not to look too surprised.” He says, and I am about to ask him what the fuck he mean
-Katherine-Xenia and I look at one another when we hear the screams and heavy footfalls above us. We shouldn’t allow them to fight our battles, but if I die, then the guild dies with me. They’ve found us; somehow, they fucking found us, and if they know we’re down here, then we’re dead.“We need to make him understand that you didn’t fire that shot,” Xenia whispers, pacing the floor on her sprained ankle. I shake my head. “What good will that do? She died with one of our bullets in her heart, Xen; in his eyes, I might as well have fired it,” I say, thinking back to how Gabriel’s eyes were blazing with hurt and anger.“I won’t let anything happen to you, okay? I promised your father that I would always be at your back looking out for you,” she says.Wrapping my arms around her, I hold her tight and hope that it wouldn’t need to come to that. That Gabriel would leave here so we can find a way out of Vegas to nurse our wounds.She lets go of the embrace, looks at me, and sighs then cro
-Gabriel-I slide the heavy barrel bolt lock in place and slip on a padlock before making my way back up the tomb’s jagged stone steps. It’s probably cruel to leave Katherine alone down there, but I doubt she’s spared any thoughts of cruelty when my men suffered at her hand. In the last few hours, I’ve had myriad emotions pass through me; grief to anger to total numbness. From the tremble in my hands to the burning in my chest, I know that right now, I am a combination of all three. But I don’t know when I’ll finally snap and murder someone I shouldn’t.“...the fuck! I am going to kill all those fucking cunts!” I sigh when I hear the voice of my third, Church, coming from upstairs. If anyone was closer to Myrcella than me, it was Church - she called him her second big brother, and he was extremely overprotective of her.“Get the fuck off of me! Where is Gabe!” “I’m here,” I say when I walk into the living room, only to see Valentine holding Church back by gripping him in a chokehol
-Katherine-I don’t know how long it’s been since I’ve been locked up down here, but the five styrofoam takeout containers and water bottles tell me that my time is up. Priest hasn’t been back down here since he left me with that bombshell, and when I wake up, there’s already food and water waiting for me.Yeah, I know that I should probably not have eaten whatever it is that my captors have given me, but the downside to this baobab mixture is that it makes you incredibly thirsty and hungry, especially when it wears off.I sit down and lean my head against the wall before getting up to resume my pacing. On the first day, I couldn’t sleep knowing that Priest had put me in a tomb with dead Pureblood vampires; I didn’t even switch on the flashlight and stayed rooted in the spot.How can I know that he’s telling the truth about the color of their eyes? For all I know, he’s stringing me along so I can feel guilty for killing his kind. I must admit that I felt guilty at first, but the more
-Gabriel-I can smell her defiance even before she walks into the room, and I let out a low chuckle as I play with the signet ring on my finger. That’s so fucking Katherine, it’s not even funny; defiance and a smart mouth that gets my cock harder than steel.I knew she would have expected cruelty, so I decided to switch up my method a little bit. She won’t expect kindness or respect, so that’s just what I’m going to show her until she’s let her guard down a little bit.She hit me when I didn’t expect her to, and I’ll be fucking sure to return the favor.Valentine drags her in by her upper arm, and her eyes go everywhere but where I’m seated. She’s looking for a weapon, I’m damn sure about that, but she’ll have a hard time finding one in my home after what happened five days ago. Everything now is made with a material spun by the Fae and cannot be broken, nor is it flammable. Why would I keep a means to kill me right under my own nose, anyway?I lean back and rest my chin on my fist w
-Katherine-I arch my back off the bed and let out a moan, his tongue lapping at my hardened clit while two of his fingers pump slip inside of me, caressing my sweet spot. Fisting his hair in my hand, I wrap my legs around his neck and drive my drenched pussy into his face; he smirks when I do this, then continues his assault on my sex until I scream out my release.Not long after this, he slams his massive cock inside of me, groaning as soon as he’s entered me to the base. I dig my nails into his tattooed back, raking them over the length of him until they find their way into his lower back, and I meet his thrusts while pushing him deeper. His thrusts become more frenzied, taking from me what he needs while I give him everything I have to offer. He lightly nips at my shoulder, his hand slipping around my neck and squeezing gently. My moans turn into screams the closer I am to my peak, while his groans become grunts, and I feel his cock becoming more engorged every time he enters me.