Taken by the Vampire King (Vampire Warrior Kings 3) - Page 8

She stared over her shoulder another moment, her hand already fishing in her purse for her cell phone. She pulled it out and looked ahead—

A hooded man stood five feet in front of her.

Herregud. Oh, my God. She froze and screamed. It was one of the two men who had been following her. Without looking behind her, she knew it was true.

She bolted to the left. He was on her almost instantly, his touch like ice even through her coat. Kaira screamed, and he slapped a hand roughly over her mouth, busting her bottom lip against a tooth. She twisted and writhed and pulled at his arm around her neck. No use. His hold was like iron.

His smell was sickly sour. The stench burned her nose and had her fighting back her gag reflex.

The second man joined them and made a grab for her wrists.

Kaira thrashed and pummeled and kicked with every bit of the desperation she felt. If she stopped fighting... No, she couldn’t even let her mind entertain all the horrible things they were likely to do to her. Every bit of her adrenaline-pumped energy had to remain focused on fighting, on surviving.

In the shadow of a van parked at the curb, they forced her to the ground. Her head glanced off the pavement. One of them wrenched her coat open, sending buttons flying, as the other tore the scarf from around her neck. Hands pawed over her breasts. Knees pinned her arms down, and one of them continued to muffle her screams. A blast of cold seemed to concentrate on her throat a moment before something sharp sliced into it.

Oh, nei. Oh, nei. Herregud, nei.

A sickening pull centered around whatever pierced her throat. Had he...had he bitten her? The suction burned and grated, like crushed glass flowed through her veins.

Growling cut the night air from somewhere nearby. Hissing, her attackers reared back. With bleary, unfocused eyes, she tried to track what was happening. Then something—or someone—swooped over her. Suddenly, the men were gone. Harsh words and feral growls rang out. Some sort of chaos was happening close to where she lay. Shots ricocheted off concrete.

Run, run, run!

Time slowed to a crawl even as she forced herself to move.

Pushing up onto her elbows, Kaira fought a wave of light-headedness that sent the world tilting and warping. She used the van’s bumper to pull herself up. Her foot pressed against the cold asphalt, making her aware she’d lost a shoe somewhere along the way. The bodice of her gown flapped open.

Like the air was made of molasses, she staggered to her feet and kicked the other heel free. Vertigo washed over her, sending her body careening against the back of the van. Ignoring the fight obviously going on behind her, she concentrated on forcing oxygen into her lungs.

A man appeared in front of her.

She sucked in a scrape of frigid air that left her throat raw. Shaking her head, she raised her hands and pressed tight against the van. Tears of fright and rage blurred her vision. She blinked them away and her mind reeled. The man from the gallery. Jakob. She’d recognize those flashing, ice-blue eyes anywhere. Except...bleeding cuts and scratches marred his face and throat. His clothing hung in tatters.

Had he sustained these injuries protecting her?

Pale eyes with an odd reflective quality dragged down her face and settled on her neck.

An anguished noise bubbled up from his throat a moment before he opened his mouth and flashed what could only be called fangs. He had fangs. Fangs!

She blinked, hoping against hope to see a different reality before her.

Even as she rejected what she was seeing, her mind resurrected the memory of the piercing sensation of moments before, and the trail of warmth covering her neck told her she was bleeding. The other one had bitten, sucked and drank from her.

In one more blink of her eyes, his body pinned hers and his mouth fell against the wound on her throat. She gasped and flinched as those long canines penetrated her flesh. While there was a moment of piercing pain, the first pull of suction obliterated it. Each hungry draw of her blood into his mouth blanketed her body in languorous heat.

It wasn’t the only difference from the attacker’s bite. This one—this...vampire?—was warm. His chest against hers, his lips and tongue on her neck, his hands holding hers against the metal. Her temperature rose everywhere his hard, lean frame pressed against hers. And, herregud, he smelled delicious. A tempting blend of everything dark and decadent, like hot, spiced chocolate. Saliva moistened her mouth.

An unwelcome thrill rushed through her trembling body. Her heart hammered, her blood pounded, her breaths came in ragged pants. Originating where he suckled, heat skittered down her spine and settled low in her belly.

What was happening to her?

Soon, each long, wet suck seemed to tug at her nipples, at the suddenly aching bundle of nerves between her legs. She moaned and tilted her hips against his steely muscles.

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