-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 throw on my panties and bra so I can slip out of here before he can wake up. Touching my earring, I breathe a sigh of relief; I don’t know how long I’ve been here, but the GPS will alert everyone to where I am if I haven’t checked in yet. I have no one here; I’m completely vulnerable and at the mercy of a Pureblood vampire; this won’t end well for me since he even managed to remove all my weapons.
“Leaving so soon, little lamb?” comes the low, gravelly accented voice of Gabriel Priest just as I am about to slip on my dress. I don’t miss the taunting behind his words, but I don’t dare look at him yet.
“W-what am I doing here?” I whisper, knowing he can hear me anyway. “What did you do to me?”
I didn’t see any puncture marks, feel bruised anywhere, nor do my insides feel rearranged. So what happened, and why can’t I remember anything?!
He chuckles, a dark, sexy sound that sends shivers down my spine and causes goosebumps to pucker all over my body. Why does this man affect me like this? I don’t feel repulsed by his proximity, but the need to still defend myself is there. To prove something to myself, I decide to turn around and look at him, but the image of him lying there with a satisfied grin gets my heart racing with anger.
“What makes you think I did anything you didn’t want me to do?” he asks, flexing his arm behind his head.
“You’re lying-” the words weren’t even out of my mouth before I found myself on the opposite side of the room with my arms pinned above my head.
A low growl rumbles in his chest as he presses his body up against me, and I can feel his cock digging into my lower abdomen. I gasp, feeling how hard and massive he is, but I tell myself it’s the uncomfortable feeling of his skin on mine. How the fuck is it hard already?! And why is he so huge?!
I force myself to look into his eyes to show that I’m not scared of him and his threatening display of power. I expect to look up into blazing crimson and ready myself for it, but the apprehension slowly leaves my body when I find myself staring into a pair of clear blue eyes.
“Now, why would I have any reason to lie to you, hmm? Do I look like someone who likes taking something that’s not his to take?” he says, peering down at me with amusement playing in his eyes.
“I wasn’t… yours to take,” I murmur, unable to tear my gaze away from his.
I know I am still pumped full of the anti-vamp cocktail, so why am I drawn to him? When I look into his eyes, I feel like I’m about to walk into a freezing cold lake with a happy smile on my face.
He chuckles, and it sends a jolt straight downstairs. “Oh, Katherine, do you really believe that?” he teases, then he leans towards my ear just as my soul leaves my body at the realization that he knows my name. “I can still smell your arousal from last night, little lamb.”
His hand strokes my inner thigh right next to my throbbing core, lightly skimming my pussy through the fabric of my panties. I know I should be disgusted; I know his touch should repulse me but… it doesn’t. His touch feels as warm as any human and just as inviting.
“S-stop…” I whisper, feeling disgusted at how it comes out as a moan, and I feel him smiling against my skin. “You know who I am; just stop.”
After I say this, his hand lets go of both of my wrists, and he looks at me questioningly; then, I gasp loudly when his other hand slips into my underwear.
“Gabriel-!”
“Yes, I know who you are, but I can see your hardened nipples through your dress, and you’re absolutely drenched for me; are you sure you want me to stop?” He says, grinning while slowly sliding a finger in and out of my slick hole.
A shiver runs through my spine, and I place both of my hands on his chest, pushing him away. “Please… stop…” I whisper, noting how soft and warm his skin feels underneath my touch. He removes his fingers from my pussy and pops them into his mouth, groaning.
“Hmm, for a hunter, you taste fucking sweet,” he comments, but I refuse to look into his eyes. “What's that they say about forbidden fruit?”
His chest is hard muscle with intricate tattoos snaking over his pectorals and biceps, right into his neck. I eventually tear my gaze away from his chest, and all the attraction I felt earlier slips out of my body when I finally look into his eyes. The clear and beautiful blue is gone, and in its place is the crimson of a murderer.
There’s the monster I’ve been hunting; there’s Gabriel Priest.
I push at his chest harder and take two steps away from him; I know I’m vulnerable right now, but I can’t allow myself to go down without a fight. He got into my head. He used his mind compulsion on me; it’s the only thing that fucking makes sense. There’s no way I would willingly get into this monster’s bed!
“What the fuck did you do to me last night, Priest?” I ask, walking back to where I know my heels are lying. There’s a dagger hidden in the heels, and even if it’s tiny, I need to have a weapon in my hand to defend myself; I’ve killed people with less.
He chuckles and stalks towards me with his dick still rock-hard. “Again, what makes you think that I did anything you didn’t want me to do?” he teases.
I vehemently shake my head. “There’s no fucking way that I would willingly go anywhere with you, let alone get naked and allow you to touch me….” I trail off, remembering what exactly I allowed him to do to me a few minutes ago. “You wanna add sexual assault to your rap sheet, Priest?”
This causes him to laugh, and he leans down to pick up a black pair of boxers and slips into them. Why does the mere sight of him turn me on like this? Even picking something up off the floor makes me throb for him; I need to get a fucking grip!
“I’ve never had to use my Allure to get a woman naked; I’m sure you can see why,” he says, grinning and I blanch when I see his double fangs.
I’m used to one set of elongated canines on vamps, but Priest has longer lateral incisors and canines, albeit the incisors are smaller than the canines.
“Ugh, not only are you delusional, but you’re vain as well -”
A crash downstairs makes my heart thump even faster, and I hear Priest growling before he throws on his black jeans. I remove the blade from my heels before slipping them on my feet, readying myself for any fight with him.
The bedroom door bursts open, and my jaw goes slack in shock when I see my fucking informant walking inside with a pissed-off look on his face. What the actual fuck is going on? The crashing downstairs turns into the popping of gunshots, and my spirits get raised a little bit - this might be my men!
“This bitch had tails,” the blonde says, confirming my guess and glaring in my direction. “The cockroaches are downstairs looking for her.”
“Get Myrcella to safety before they find her,” Priest says just as a flashbang gets thrown into the room.
I am knocked off balance and crawl on the floor, calling the names of my men, including Xenia, to let them know that I am here. The unmistakable sound of flesh on flesh punching is heard amongst the gunfire and smoke, and I remain low, making out the feet of Priest and my informant in between combat boots.
Growling, screaming, and more punching - I crawl out of the bedroom and spot a discarded gun lying on the floor. It has my crest on it, so I know it must be pumped full of stake bullets. Happy to be fucking armed, I raise my weapon in front of me to protect myself.
The place is filled with smoke, and more flashbangs get set off, but in between the roars and gunfire, I hear a small voice - a little girl's voice.
“Frate? Where are you? What’s going on?” she says in a heavily accented tone similar to Gabriel’s.
I have my gun raised in front of me, ready to shoot when a vamp comes at me, but I find, to my dismay, that the fucking gun is empty. The vamp slowly strolls toward me with a grin on his face, his fangs showing and his crimson eyes blazing, readying himself to pounce. Through all this, I still hold my gun and listen out for the little girl.
“Frate? Gabe-” her words get cut off abruptly, and at the same time, I hear an ear-splitting growl and the heavy stomping of feet running towards me. The vamp who was approaching me now has a look of terror in his eyes, and he retreats just as the running becomes louder.
“NO!” Gabriel’s voice slams through my confusion, and I feel him speeding past me just as the smoke starts to clear a little bit. “No! Myrcella!”
My soul leaves my body when I hear Gabriel’s voice cracking with absolute sadness and remember him telling my informant to take Myrcella to safety… then I remember what the little girl called out.
Frate; it means brother in Romanian.
I am rooted to the spot when I see Gabriel with blood-like tears running down his face and cradling the body of what looks like a twelve-year-old girl. Her hair has gone white, and her skin looks pale, gaunt, and desiccated, like a long-buried corpse, but I know that this is how vampires look when they’ve been staked.
For some reason, I am still holding my gun in front of me… and that’s when Gabriel looks up and sees me standing there. His eyes flicker to the gun in my hand, then down to the little blot in Myrcella’s chest. He frowns, then seems to put two and two together before he gets up and stalks towards me.
-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.
-Gabriel-“You can’t keep doing this,” Valentine says in a chastising voice and crosses his arms while sitting on his Harley. He’s dressed the same as I am in all black leather, including his boots, and his blonde hair is tied up in a braid.It’s been a week since I let Katherine out of the tomb and a week since I started her slow torture. She’s wound up so tight every time I see her that she might just snap from all the pressure. I’ve been nothing but kind to her, even drinking my blood out of a crystal tumbler, but I know she’s waiting for the axe to drop.My eyebrow shoots up, and I scoff. “I’m not sure I know what the fuck you’re talking about,” I say and swing my leg over my motorcycle. Valentine growls. “You know exactly what I’m talking about, Gabe; you’re playing with her and pretending not to like it. But I’ve seen that look in your eyes many times before; it’s the same look you have when we go on our Fae hunts in Ireland.”I can’t help but laugh as he likens my playing with