DeWitt’s Pack 6
The Werewolf Love Slave and the
Vampire Prince
When alpha werewolf Andrew James is captured by a vampire,
he's naturally a little peeved at himself, until he's offered freedom
in exchange for sex.
It doesn't take Andrew long to realize the vampire is his mate, and
he's not about to let him go, even if it means abandoning his pack
and swearing loyalty to another.
Prince Vladimir Belekoff cannot believe the foolishness of this
werewolf. All he wanted was a night of passion, to feel like he
mattered before sending the werewolf on his way. Andrew is
determined, however, and Vlad can't help the fact that he wants
the gorgeous, mysteriously affectionate man to stay.
As a fourth son, Vlad is so far down the line for the throne that he
almost doesn't count. He is to be married to a wealthy vampire
lord, and soon he must choose if his and Andrew's lives are worth
risking for something his title could never give him.
Freedom and love.
Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Paranormal,
Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 37,309 words
THE WEREWOLF LOVE SLAVE
AND THE VAMPIRE PRINCE
DeWitt’s Pack 6
Marcy Jacks
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THE WEREWOLF LOVE
SLAVE AND THE VAMPIRE
PRINCE
DeWitt’s Pack 6
MARCY JACKS
Copyright © 2012
Chapter One
Andrew came back to awareness as the heavy leather bag was
pulled from his head. He blinked against the blinding lights until he
could see, cold air seeming to whoosh over his sweaty face, and he
was stunned to find himself inside of a plush room filled with
mahogany furniture, bright red drapes, and a bed fit for a king. The
thing even had a canopy over top of it.
This had been the last thing he expected after he’d been grabbed
while out on his hunt. It looked like the president could spend the
night here.
A face came in front of his, the red eyes curious and inspecting.
Vampire, was his first thought.
Andrew was drawn to those creepy eyes. Vampire eyes, despite
their strange red hue, made whoever looked into them fall head over
heels in love, and lust, and though Andrew knew better than to
assume the attraction he felt for the skinny bloodsucker was real, his
body reacted to it regardless.
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“He’s awake,” the vampire said to whoever was standing behind
them. “Bring him inside.”
The thing that bothered Andrew about vampires, what bothered
pretty much every werewolf out there, was that vampires had no
natural scent. Unless they wore any kind of perfume, even the most
sensitive of werewolf noses couldn’t sniff them out, and these guys
were definitely not wearing anything, otherwise Andrew wouldn’t
have been captured, and he would already know how many other men
were in this strange building.
His nose couldn’t detect them, but his ears were still working fine,
even with how soft those footsteps were on this thick-ass red carpet,
and Andrew could make out the steps of at least two other vampires
coming into the room.
There was another one, similar in appearance to the vampire
who’d just confirmed Andrew’s state. Both were in Men in Black
attire. Guards. They probably came from lower vampire families,
which explained why they had to work for their livings. Either way,
their expressions were as serious as it got, and their hands were
clasped in front of them as they both stared down at Andrew. He
didn’t understand what the guns were for, holstered at their hips like
that.
Then another vampire came into the room, the second one that
Andrew had heard coming in. This guy was most definitely not a
guard. He was the lord. His thick red robe―what was with vampires
and red?―covered him from neck to toe. His pale blond hair was
slick and wet from a recent bath, and it clung to his neck.
Unlike the two vampire guards, Andrew’s attraction to this
vampire in particular went through the roof, and no matter how many
dead kittens he thought of, or how often he pictured the pack’s wise
woman, Old Maggie, naked, his erection sprang up, hard, heavy, and
pulsing.
The fact that he was naked didn’t help anything in the least. He’d
been captured while he’d been out hunting in his wolf form. The
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fuckers probably wouldn’t have been able to sneak up on him, scent
or no scent, if Andrew hadn’t been preoccupied with the buck he’d
just killed.
Stupid, wasteful leeches had probably just left the carcass out
there to rot or to be picked at by the forest scavengers. Now it
couldn’t be used for the pack.
“Looks like the dog is all set,” said one of the guards, but he
wasn’t making fun of Andrew. In fact, the guy wrinkled his nose in
disgust down at Andrew’s cock.
“Stop staring at it if you don’t like it,” Andrew said.
The second guard came down on him with a palm to the face for
that one.
“That won’t be necessary,” said the lord vampire. “You may leave
us now.”
Both guards looked between each other. “But, sir―”
Those red eyes, so very different from those of the guards, flashed
like rubies. “Now.”
Though both men clearly didn’t like leaving their lord alone with
a mangy werewolf like Andrew, they both bit their lips against any
protest they were about to give and went on their way.
The door closed gently behind them. So respectful.
The beautiful vampire knelt down in front of Andrew, his red eyes
gentle as he looked over Andrew’s face.
Andrew’s heart picked up, and his breathing did the same.
Nothing heavy, he wasn’t gasping for air, but it did suddenly feel as
though he’d come back from a jog or something.
It’s a trick. It’s not real, he told himself.
Finally, Andrew was able to look away. “Stop that.”
He could hear the other man’s confusion. “Stop what?”
“Stop doing that thing with your vampire eyes. I don’t like it.”
Skinny, white fingers touched his face, but Andrew wasn’t
repulsed by this. He allowed the other man to turn his face so that
they might look at each other.
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Now the seduction was on full force in those eyes. “Do you want
to have sex with me?”
Andrew yanked his face away, his wrists struggling against the
chains that bound them behind his back. “No!”
He hadn’t meant for his response to come out so shocked like that.
But really, he hadn’t expected the question. Vampires used their
charm ability to make other people more compliant to their wishes,
and while they were known to do so on werewolves, never had
Andrew ever heard of a vampire using it to actually have sex with a
werewolf.
Werewolves were beneath vampires. At least the vampires
thought so. Andrew thought all vampires were full of shit.
This vampire in front of him was just out of his mind.
“Don’t you?”
Andrew jerked back, falling on his back and his hands, when the
vampire wrapped his hand round Andrew’s cock.
Fuck, that hurt! His hands throbbed from the stupid move he'd
pulled, but Andrew just used the pain to add a little extra fuel to the
snarl he sent to the vampire still kneeling above him.
“Don’t touch me.”
Please, touch me.
This wasn’t right. He should be able to fight this better. Attraction
or no, it wasn’t all consuming if the mind was strong enough, and
Andrew didn’t think he had a weak mind.
Christ, why couldn’t he fight this, then?
The vampire wet his lips, and Andrew bit back a small moan at
the brief sight of that tongue. He wanted to kiss that mouth of his.
“I’ll make you a deal,” said the vampire lord. “Take me to bed,
and I will set you free.”
“What?”
“Take me to bed”—the vampire pointed his long finger over to the
king-size bed in the center of the room—“and I will set you free.”
Andrew looked from the bed, and then back to the vampire, then
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the bed, and then the vampire again. Andrew could think of so many
ways he wanted to fuck the man above him. He was out of his mind.
“You’re serious?”
The vampire nodded. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“That is not your concern.”
No kidding, and why the hell did Andrew care about the why part
anyway? All he cared about was the fact that this vampire had just
offered Andrew something he desperately wanted. To get off inside of
the man. There was no way that “take me to bed” could really mean
that Andrew was the one expected to take it. No, this vampire wanted
to be fucked.
Well, why not deliver on that?
“Kind of hard for me to take anything to bed with my hands
behind my back.”
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Chapter Two
Prince Vladimir Belekoff untied the werewolf. He could feel the
proud heartbeat of the dog even though he wasn’t touching his chest.
It just seemed to pulse all throughout his body, even strongly
vibrating down his wrists.
The werewolf rubbed his wrists, and as he stood, Vlad quickly
rose to his feet as well.
They stared at each other, and this was the time when the wolf
would either do as Vlad asked him or flee the room. Aside from the
two men Vlad had posted, there were no other guards, and if he chose
to run, Vlad would let him go.
The werewolf was neither running, attacking Vlad, or doing as he
was asked. He was still staring at Vlad. His gray eyes were intense
with the kind of longing Vlad had only ever seen on one other face.
The guards must have been using some of their charm abilities on
him, because the first time Vlad had looked at him, the werewolf had
demanded that he stop using his power over him. Vlad hadn’t done a
thing.
Finally, the wolf spoke. “How do you want to do this?”
What did he mean how? “I was under the impression there was
only one way to fornicate.”
The werewolf rolled his eyes. “Get on the bed. On your hands and
knees. Do you want the robe on or off?”
Vlad didn’t need to think about it, and he was already shifting his
shoulders, shrugging out of the heavy robe. “Off would be
preferable.”
Although it galled him to be ordered around so casually, he
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allowed himself to be led to the bed. The werewolf practically threw
him down on the duvet.
“You can show a little more care than that, wolf,” Vlad snapped.
“I am used to far more respect than this.”
“Don’t care,” said the wolf, gripping Vlad by the hips and
spinning him around. “On your knees.”
Oh yes, the guards had most definitely been teasing this wolf,
otherwise he wouldn’t be so desperate to fuck like this.
Vlad would handle it. This was exactly what he’d wanted, and he
intended to get it, regardless of what Boris said.
He clenched his teeth, groaning in surprise when he felt the wet
mouth of the werewolf touching his pucker.
What in the hell was he doing?
“There’s…ah”―Vlad gripped the sheets, puncturing the duvet
with his fingernails―“lubrication in the drawer.” He'd thought far
enough ahead to prepare for the event, at any rate.
Perhaps the wolf didn’t hear him, because he didn’t stop, and Vlad
was enjoying himself far too much to care. He began pushing back
against the intruding tongue, and the werewolf grabbed him by the
hips again, stalling his movements.
“Hold still,” the were said when Vlad released a disappointed
whine.
“Yes! Yes, just do not stop!” Vlad commanded. No one had ever
touched his hole quite like that before, and he wanted much more of
it.
The were smirked at him before dipping his head back to the
matter at hand. Had Vlad been in the right frame of mind, he would
have been humiliated with how obscenely he moaned.
Oh, having a werewolf brought to him on the cusp of a full moon
had been the most magnificent idea Vlad had ever had! Why none of
his kind had ever thought to do this before, Vlad would never
understand.
His balls became heavy between his legs, and as much as he
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wished to reach down and grip his cock, stroking himself until
completion, he didn’t dare move one of his hands lest he fall onto his
face.
He didn’t even hear the drawer to his nightstand opening, but he
recognized the sensation of a finger, slick with lubricant, replacing
that wonderful mouth and pushing into his hole. Vlad was so relaxed
and ready that his body accepted the intrusion with no effort at all.
As another finger was added, it occurred to Vlad that he probably
should have checked to be sure that the werewolf had clean and
clipped fingernails before they did this. Not that Vlad would catch
anything, being a vampire, but it was the principle of the thing.
His worries were quickly expunged as the werewolf found the
place inside of him that made him see sunlight.
To hell with remaining still. Vlad pushed back against those
wonderful, beautiful fingers, teasing himself on the werewolf’s hand.
“Definitely ready,” he heard the other man say as the bed shifted.
There was the briefest of hesitations that made Vlad’s body
tremble with poorly contained desire. “Will you kindly hurry it along
back there?” he snapped.
“Do you want me to fuck you dry?”
Vlad was tempted to say that what the wolf had used on his
fingers had been plenty, but he knew better. He'd heard of werewolves
fornicating unlubed, but he was a gentle-bred vampire, thank you very
much. “Just be quick.”
Vlad watched as the wolf straightened his back and shifted on his
knees, and then Vlad felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against
his still-stretched pucker.
He couldn’t help but stare at the werewolf’s body. It was a
magnificent thing, bronzed from sunlight and well muscled from
exercise. If Vlad looked closely enough, he could even make out the
tiny golden hairs that sprouted along his chest and arms.
Vlad had always been under the impression that all werewolves
were dark, hairy beasts, but this man was a choice specimen. It was a
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shame he would have to release him when this was over. Strange how
that thought saddened him.
Then the wolf drove home, and Vlad’s body welcomed him
inside. He gasped at the first initial thrust, and then sighed as his body
accommodated the intrusion.
That was exactly what Vlad wanted.
The werewolf released a strange sort of growling noise from the
inside of his throat, and for a brief second Vlad feared he was about to
be attacked from behind.
No. The wolf then seemed to throw all of his strength into pushing
in and out of Vlad’s body, their flesh punching together in a sloppy
motion that had no rhythm, no class, and Vlad absolutely loved it.
“Yes! Yes! Just like that, fuck me!”
“I am,” said the wolf, grabbing hold of Vlad’s hair―how dare
he?―and yanking his head back. Vlad’s mouth was plundered. Never
before had he been kissed by a partner from this position. Never had
he thought to kiss them, and though the position of his neck was
painful, he was too busy enjoying himself to much mind.
Let the wolf kiss him. Let him take everything that Vlad had to
offer, so long as it meant that fiend Boris would always have to know
that Vlad preferred the company of a werewolf to him.
He would not think on that right now. Vlad gripped the duvet and
pushed back against that thrusting prick with everything he had. He
muttered nonsense but did not care. It was the most fabulous
experience of his life.
“Gonna make you scream for me when you come,” the wolf said,
practically growling the words. “You’re never going to want me to
stop.”
Were all werewolves so accommodating of their partners? Vlad
had never heard that they were overly sensitive to the needs of their
conquests. Perhaps Vlad really had lucked out on this. Regardless, he
foolishly found himself glowing under the attention.
Just the sex, he told himself. He was only enjoying all the
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attention so much because he was being fucked so deliciously.
Mayhap he would have to go back on his word and keep the wolf
here for the entire night. Vlad no longer thought himself capable of
simply releasing the man before they had another go at this, and they
hadn’t even finished this round.
Werewolves were known for their incredible stamina. Or so Vlad
had thought. The motions behind him became jerky and desperate.
The deep groaning and quickened pace suggested that the end was
near for his lover, and Vlad quickly reached down and wrapped his
fingers around his cock. His body shook with the lack of balance and
the motions still going on behind him, but the risk of landing on his
face in such an undignified position was worth it.
Vlad pulled against the foreskin of his cock again and again,
teasing himself while still sending commands to his lover. “Don’t you
dare come yet. Don’t come!”
The werewolf gripped Vlad’s hips so tightly that it hurt, and he
didn’t doubt there would be marks left behind. Nothing to worry
about. He could simply hide them under his clothing until they healed.
But then then man howled, he actually howled. Vlad knew he was a
werewolf and all, but really, to howl like that?
Then Vlad felt the telltale rush of warm fluid entering his body
even as the wolf continued to pound into him, moaning and groaning
like the man had also just experienced the best sex of his life.
It was enough, and Vlad’s balls tightened as he came, shooting his
seed all over his duvet.
Vlad would have to have the sheets burned if he was expected to
hide this event from Boris. That possessive vampire would know for
certain what Vlad had done, and with what sort of creature, and the
pact between their families would come to an end.
Vlad did not need to command the werewolf to not leave just yet.
The man seemed more than content to let his body melt over top of
Vlad’s back. They were practically cuddling each other at this point.
Vlad enjoyed the warmth of the other man’s body, but this was too
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much, he could not allow himself to rest with this man.
He shifted, sending the message for the werewolf to remove
himself, and he did.
He still did not leave the bed. He flopped down beside Vlad onto
his back to stare at the blue canopy, running his fingers through that
sweat-slick hair of his.
He was a blond man, the same as Vlad, but Vlad’s hair was a
ghastly shade. Nearly white. He despised it. The werewolf had the
hair color of lightly tinted gold, and when he looked closely into it, he
could see all sorts of shades, from dark brown to yellow blond.
Vlad watched his neck as the other man breathed, the way the
pulse pumped with life, and he wanted nothing better than to drink
from that vein. Blood after sex held an especially spicy-sweet taste.
“I’m Andrew,” said the werewolf. “Andrew James.”
Vlad caught himself before he could make the proper introductory
reply, and he frowned at his own foolishness. “I did not ask for your
name.”
Andrew raised a dark brow at him. “You must be royalty or
something with that kind of attitude.”
This wolf hadn’t seen the attitude of true royals. Vlad was so far
down the line he almost didn’t count.
Still, he had to admit to himself, the response didn’t sit well with
him. “My name is Prince Vladimir Belekoff. You have my permission
to call me Vlad,” he added.
Andrew showed no signs of shock or awe to have been in the
presence, never mind having fucked, a prince of vampires, and not
just some lowly noble. “Nice to meet you, Vlad. Don’t ever call me
Andy.”
Vlad looked over his lover, curious as to how he was expected to
reply. This town was quite small. Perhaps such a reaction was to be
expected?
Andrew eventually shifted and sat up. Vlad quickly did the same.
“So about my leaving,” Andrew said.
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“Do not leave just yet,” Vlad said quickly. “You came faster than
I would have preferred, and I am not yet satisfied. I will insist on your
performance at least one more time prior to your release.”
There was no argument and no fight. Vlad would never have
thought the description of wolfish would be appropriate, but here it
most certainly was as Andrew grinned at him.
“Good. I wasn’t going to leave anyway,” he said, right before
pouncing on him.
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Chapter Three
Andrew had felt a mild shock when he first entered Vlad and
realized that, despite his strange way of speaking, that this was not his
first time having another man’s cock in his ass. He was not a virgin.
He was tight, but there had been no stunned fear out of the man and
no hesitation. This was definitely not his first time.
He’d been especially shocked at the feeling of possessiveness that
had rushed through him, and even the bit of anger, and he’d growled
as he’d fucked the other man, staking his claim.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
It had been alarming, but he’d been too busy enjoying the sex to
notice right away that Vlad was no longer staring into his eyes with
those ruby orbs of his. Vlad had not been charming him when those
thoughts were running through his head.
The initial suspicions turned into a confirmation he couldn’t deny
when he came inside the other man, and then felt the connecting
solidify between their bodies.
Jesus Christ, this vampire, this prince, was his mate.
Holy Hell.
Andrew couldn’t leave. He’d just found his mate. In the strangest
place in the world, and with a species Andrew never expected to have
to look to, but there it was.
A vampire and a werewolf. How many times in history had that
happened?
It made him glad when Vlad ordered him to stay, trying to sound
like he just didn’t want Andrew to leave him because he’d come too
fast or whatever stupid excuse he’d given.
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No, Andrew knew better. The vampire felt it, too. He was likely
blaming his feelings on the sexual high he’d just gotten, but he felt it,
and he wanted Andrew to stay, so he did, and now he had Vlad
pressed up against the floral wallpaper and was slowly screwing the
vamp’s brains out.
“Oh yes. Just like that,” Vlad spread his legs wider, allowing
Andrew better access to what he was doing, but he didn’t thrust into
him harder, no matter how much he just wanted to pound into the
other man. No, he was going to make Vlad see that this was the only
way Andrew knew how.
Vlad released a particularly pleased moan. “Oh! Fuck me harder!
Now!”
“No,” Andrew said. He’d never been very good with words.
“I command you!”
“I don’t care.”
Andrew swivelled his hips. He bit his lips together to keep from
making too much noise as the building pleasure started to get to his
head, too. He didn’t want Vlad to know how much Andrew just
wanted to fuck him into the wall. He had to keep control here. He had
to if he was going to stay.
It was hard. So hard.
When Vlad jerked beneath him and then tried to reach down to
stroke his cock again, Andrew grabbed him by the wrists and yanked
them above his head.
“What are you doing?” Vlad sounded slightly panicked.
“You don’t get to touch that until I say so,” Andrew snarled into
his ear.
Vlad moaned and turned his head toward the sound of Andrew’s
mouth, a clear invitation if Andrew ever saw one, and he took it. He
kissed the other man, enjoying the sloppy motions of their bodies, the
way Andrew’s balls slapped against the back of Vlad’s thighs, the
way―
A loud banging knock sounded on the door. They both jerked a bit
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in surprise, but Andrew refused to release him.
“Yes?” Vlad called.
Fucking vampires for having no scent, but at the least the
answering voice told Andrew that it was just another one of those
guards again. “Sir, your brother is on the phone.”
Wanting a bit of fun, Andrew kept right on thrusting into Vlad,
fucking him lazily while his lover answered the guard.
“What…what does he want?”
“To know when we will be returning home,” said the guard.
“Your betrothed, His Excellency Lord Boris, is asking for you.”
Betrothed? Did that guard out there just say betrothed?
Andrew growled again and pressed himself harder against Vlad,
pushing his body up against the wall, feeling his erratic heartbeat
through their chests. He didn’t stop fucking him. The need to claim
was stronger than ever now that Andrew knew he had some
competition here. Christ, maybe that was the reason why Vlad was
not a virgin, and it just made him thrust into the smaller man all the
harder.
Now he really was making the claiming obvious to him.
Vlad had to put his hand over his mouth for a second to keep the
sounds of his pleasure inside.
The door handle rattled as the guard tested the lock. “My lord?
Are you all right in there?”
“Yes! Yes!” Whether he was answering the guard or calling out
his pleasure, Andrew couldn’t tell for sure. “Tell him I shall return
tomorrow, after my holiday ends.”
There was a hesitation on the other side of the door.
Andrew’s breathing became so hard, the need to fuck and claim so
overpowering, that he almost didn’t hear the reply from the guard.
“Yes, sir,” he said softly, and then he must have walked away
because Andrew heard nothing else.
He didn’t need to as he thrust into Andrew with all the power the
other man had demanded of him earlier. Vlad pushed back against
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him, moaning as he was finally able to give into the pleasure that he
been building for so long.
Andrew pressed the other man’s hands together to free one of his
own hands, and he brought it down on Vlad’s chest, stroking his
pebbled nipples and the soft ridges of small muscle.
“Who. The fuck. Is. Boris?” Andrew demanded, punctuating his
words with each thrust.
“Not your concern,” Vlad snapped back.
Andrew grabbed his cock, and Vlad bucked as he came, his
forehead banging into the wall as he shouted out his release.
Andrew kept right on fucking him, using him, even when he heard
the pleasured sounds become pained, until the end finally came upon
him and he pulled out. He stroked himself, pumping his thick cock
until he came, letting his juices flow over Vlad’s back.
The vampire prince squawked at that, but Andrew didn’t care. He
could wash it off himself later, but there was no way Andrew was
letting someone with a stupid name like Boris claim his mate.
Vlad pushed Andrew off when they separated, and they glared at
each other. “That was disgusting.”
“Who is Boris?”
“He is of no concern of yours,” Vlad said, pushing past Andrew
and walking into the adjacent bathroom. Andrew would not allow him
to go alone, and he stood in the doorway while Vlad grabbed one of
the fluffiest washcloths Andrew had ever seen, wet it, and then started
swiping the cum from off of his back.
Vlad finally looked up and noticed that Andrew was still there. He
bit his lips and turned away. “You’re free to go. I am no longer in
need of your services.”
The hell with that. “I don’t want to leave.”
Vlad’s head whipped up, his eyes wide before he frowned
stubbornly. “I thank you for the kindness you have done for me, but
it’s best that you take your leave. The charm effect my guards placed
on you will wear off shortly, and then you will find that you aren’t so
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enamoured with me.”
“They charmed me with lust, but you didn’t. Let me stay on as
your servant,” Andrew stepped into the room, allowing his size and
scent to overpower the vampire. “I can have you ten times over in one
night if that’s what you want.”
He watched the vampire’s throat work in a hard swallow. He was
thinking about it. Andrew could tell. “That is impossible, and as
you’ve seen, I don’t enslave werewolves.”
Right, his guards were of his own kind. Some vampires were like
that. “Why? Are you afraid of us?”
Vlad stiffened. “I fear nothing!”
Andrew didn’t want to fight with him. Did vampires take mates?
Would he believe him if Andrew told him that they were connected in
the most sacred and ancient of ways?
All he knew was that Boris, whoever the hell he was, was going to
be a problem. “All right, you’re not afraid of werewolves, but I still
want to stay. I want to pledge myself to you.”
“What?”
He didn’t understand, or maybe he did. When a vampire pledged
loyalty to a noble, the details weren’t much different from when a
werewolf pledged loyalty to another pack alpha.
He just hoped James DeWitt, Andrew’s alpha, would forgive him
for turning his back on him like this.
Andrew got down on his knees and stared straight up at his mate.
“I pledge my loyalty to none other than you. Where you go, I shall
follow. Your commands shall be obeyed, and my life from here on
will belong to you.”
Andrew had been pledged to the DeWitt pack for his entire life.
Would speaking those words, on his knees with his neck bared, be
enough to sever the connection between him and his alpha? He
certainly didn’t feel any different. Maybe there was nothing magical
about the promise at all, and it was just meant to be a spoken
declaration. Andrew certainly wasn’t planning on leaving if Vlad
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decided to command him to do it. Promise or no promise.
Hopefully it would be enough to keep Vlad from tossing him out
onto his ass.
Vlad shook his head and took a step back. “I do not ask for your
pledge.”
“You have it anyway,” Andrew said, quickly getting to his feet.
He had no doubt in his mind that if Vlad really wanted to, he could
throw Andrew around the room, beat him into submission with the
help of those guards he had, and toss him in a ditch somewhere until
his pack could sniff him out. As it was, Vlad allowed Andrew to grip
his arms and stare him in the face. He needed the other man to see just
how serious he was about this.
“I will be yours. I know you want me. I can smell it.”
Vampires might have no natural scent, but the musk of arousal
was something that could perfume even the most undead of vampires.
Vlad tensed at his words, and Andrew tilted his neck, allowing the
other man the access he so clearly wanted.
“Take it. Take it and use me however you want to. I’ll be your
harem boy.”
Vlad’s red eyes flashed as he glared briefly at Andrew, and then
went back to staring at his throat.
“You would bind yourself to me as such?”
Andrew nodded.
“I will have to keep you secret. None other can know of you, save
for myself and my guards. We will be killed if we are discovered.”
No, they wouldn’t. Andrew had plans of seducing Vlad out of
here long before anything like that happened.
“You’re a prince. I’m sure I’m the only one who will get killed if
that happens. It’ll be worth it.”
Vlad licked his lips, and then he gave in. “You do this to
yourself.”
He went in for the bite quickly, and Andrew gasped as the sharp
pain punctured his skin, and then all he felt once more was pleasure.
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Chapter Four
Vlad would have to buy them one more night together, and if the
werewolf was to survive the foolishness he’d signed himself up for,
Vlad would also have to find a way to convince Boris that Andrew
was merely another human feeder.
It wasn’t uncommon for vampires to have sex with the feeders,
and though Boris was possessive to the point of obsession, he was the
kind of hypocrite who would fuck anything with legs. Lord Boris
Dragunov had expressly forbid Vlad from having any kind of affairs
during their engagement, and at first Vlad had complied.
They were to be joined in matrimony to help bring their families
together. A little loyalty was to be expected.
But then Vlad had caught Boris with another man, and then
another woman, and then two more men, both at the same time.
Vlad had been furious, and Boris’s attitude over the entire thing
had just served to anger him even more.
When Vlad went to his brother about the matter and demanded he
call off their joining, King Markus had blatantly told him that it was
out of the question.
Only then had Vlad come to the realization that he was stuck.
He’d always known that his brothers didn’t hold very high esteem for
him, but he never thought he would be sold like he was.
So he retaliated. If Boris was to have a lover and then throw his
violent tantrums when Vlad objected, then Vlad would take his
comfort wherever he could.
The only reason why he chose a werewolf was because Boris
hated them, and he wanted to add his own private insult to the matter,
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but also because Vlad had been certain that once the deed had been
done, the were would go running back to his pack.
Instead, the damn wolf was swearing loyalty to him. It was sheer
madness, and Vlad was strangely touched by it.
“If anyone should ask you, you are simply my feeder and personal
servant.” He certainly now had the bite mark to back up such a claim,
and Vlad would have to take more of that delicious blood soon.
Andrew nodded. “Got it. No one will, uh, try and…”
Vlad couldn’t help the heat that rushed to his cheeks. “If any
member of the lower ranks of guards should attempt something, I will
not allow it. None in my family, nor will Lord Boris, touch you. They
wouldn’t lower themselves like that.”
“Thanks a lot,” Andrew said, dryly.
Vlad’s face became even hotter. Damn this wolf! He was not used
to being spoken to like this. “I apologize for the offence, but it is true
regardless. Vampire royalty hold themselves in the highest regard.
They will believe that bedding a werewolf will be beneath them and
crude.”
“Then why did you do it?”
Vlad did not much feel like going into the specifics on that one. “I
did not expect you to wish to stay after everything had been done.”
Andrew gave him the strangest look Vlad had ever seen on
another man. “I’ll always go where you go.”
Odd. Very, very odd. Though, whether Vlad was thinking of that
flutter within his belly or Andrew’s words, he did not know.
He cleared his throat. “I will attempt to give us another night and
day alone together, but after that I must return to my family.”
“And where are they?” For the first time, Andrew appeared a little
green about the gills. The poor man was not looking forward to
leaving his home.
“I live in this state, but several hours from here. Where my family
currently resides is not far from here. A private cabin on one of the
many lakes was purchased for our vacation while the transaction is
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being made.”
“Transaction?”
Vlad had meant the transaction between his brother and Boris for
his hand . “Nothing.”
“And what about the guards outside?” Andrew jerked his thumb
to the heavy oak door.
“They work for me,” Vlad said, pulling his phone from his
discarded pocket and pulling up Markus’s personal number. “They
shall cause no problems.
* * * *
Stelig was the kind of vampire who liked to think of himself as
loyal. The kind of vampire worthy of notice and reward. He liked
Lord Vlad, he really did, despite the fact that he was simply a lower
royal, and that serving him wasn’t exactly the honor that serving King
Markus Belekoff would be.
And that was why he could take no more of this, and he called the
king himself to let him know about what his youngest brother was
doing with a werewolf of all creatures.
Naturally, Stelig didn’t have the king’s personal number, and so
he had to leave a message with the secretary who took calls from
commoners, but that would have to be good enough.
Stelig introduced himself as a guard to Prince Vladimir with
information that the king might find troubling. Something like that
was sure to get the king’s notice, and Stelig for damn sure didn’t
elaborate when that stupid female on the other side of the line had
tried to make him give her the details.
He wasn’t about to let her go to the king with this kind of
information and take all of his glory. After telling the king about the
affair, Prince Vladimir was sure to be punished, but then Stelig would
be rewarded. He would be given a more honorable position, better
pay, and more time for his family.
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“What are you doing?”
Stelig set his phone to vibrate and quickly let it slip back into his
pocket. Dominic was a young vampire, only about fifty years old or
so, yet he was much more loyal to Prince Vladimir, despite the lower
position, for reasons Stelig couldn’t comprehend.
He did not want the other man knowing that he’d just sent a call to
the king. The prince could have Stelig sent away, and all evidence to
his affair removed before Stelig could have his chance.
“I was texting my wife. We just had a baby. A son. Want to see
pictures?” Stelig asked.
Of course, being such a young vampire, family pictures didn’t do
anything for the other man, and he smiled and shook his head when
Stelig offered him the phone.
“No thanks. Congratulations, but we need to pay attention. If the
prince is caught, he could be in very big trouble with Lord
Dragunov.”
And that was the unfortunate consequence that Prince Vlad would
have to pay for the actions he'd taken.
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Chapter Five
Andrew had been branded as an official feeder. The looks on the
faces of the guards had been priceless when Vlad made the
announcement to them. The one darker-haired man had practically
growled when Vlad had commanded their silence on the matter as
well.
Maybe he just wasn’t pleased about having to lie about all of this,
regardless of whether he was getting paid to do it or not. Andrew
didn’t care, so long as the both of them kept their mouths shut long
enough for Andrew to convince Vlad to come away with him.
He could tell Vlad they were mated right now, and Vlad could
easily decide to ignore it, or accuse him of lying and send Andrew
away. Andrew might not like it, but Vlad hadn’t been lying when he
said that most vampires would think it was too beneath them to take a
werewolf for a lover.
Vlad had admitted that he’d only done it because he thought they
would never see each other again after their night together. That
didn’t mean he would accept they were mates. Andrew had to make
sure, and he wasn’t about to let that bomb drop when those two
guards could be lurking around anywhere.
Andrew hated not being able to smell where his enemies were.
Vlad had called his king brother, telling some story about the
Hummer not starting properly and needing the day for repairs. They
had their one more night and day alone together, and in all that time,
Andrew still couldn’t plead, seduce, or even trick Vlad into telling
him exactly who this Lord Boris person was.
The fact that Vlad never spoke about him with any respect in his
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voice was enough.
Andrew came to learn the names of the two guards, Stelig and
Dominic, and now that the sun was set and the stars were out on their
last day together, it was time to go and see where Vlad lived.
Stelig, the darker-haired man of the two with the deep baritone
voice, opened the door to the gleaming white Hummer, his lips thin
and face pulled down in a frown. “Try not to get any dog smell on the
seats.”
“Ha-ha-ha,” said Andrew, flipping the man off and climbing in.
The two guards would be escorting them to the other cabin where the
rest of the royals were staying.
The windows were tinted, everything inside smelled like brand-
new leather, and there were buttons all over the doors and seat that
Andrew had to struggle against playing with.
At least he had all that to keep him occupied, otherwise he might
just be a little nervous about being a werewolf who was willingly
allowing himself to be taken to a nest of royal vampires who could
order his death if he so much as sneezed.
It would be worth it. He just had to wait this out, and whether
Vlad decided to be with him or nor, in the end, it would all be worth
it.
Vlad was taking his time coming out of the cabin that had been his
for his little adventure in having sex with a werewolf, but that was
fine with Andrew, he wanted the chance to look around, take in the
sights and scents. He wanted to figure out where he was in case the
time came when he needed to run away.
A breeze must have blown against his side of the Hummer,
because he caught a familiar scent that hadn’t been there before.
Was that―?
Andrew hastily looked down to one of the one thousand buttons
on the side of his door, found the one that he was certain was for the
windows, and then rolled it down about halfway to get a better view
of what was out there and to take a proper sniff of the air.
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Tinted windows and strong leather weren’t easy to wrap one’s
senses around.
Then he caught that scent again, and this time he recognized it.
Holy shit. It was James DeWitt, his alpha, and the man had come with
almost every other alpha in their pack.
They must have followed his scent here. Christ, and now they
were all looking at him, just sitting in this car, waiting like he was
some kind of helpless little kid who didn’t know what to do.
Andrew tried to search for them without making it look like he
knew something was out there. He didn’t want to give anything away
to the guards who were still throwing luggage into the back.
Where are you? he inwardly called.
The other alphas wouldn’t be able to hear him, but James might.
The leading alphas had that kind of bond with their men. It made
things easier when it came time to hunt or communicate with the rest
of the pack.
James, where are you?
Right here.
Andrew didn’t hear the reply with his ears, but despite that, he
still had an idea of which direction it had come from, and he turned
his head.
James was in wolf form, and he slunk out of the bushes just
enough that Andrew could see his gray head. All werewolves were
big by nature, but James was something else entirely. He was a
hellhound to be sure.
Someone was also going to see him if he didn’t slink back into
those bushes right now. He was right next to the wooden stairs of the
cabin. The others were also nearby, probably just as dangerously
close.
His hackles were also standing up, and his lips were pulled back
in a ferocious snarl. What did they do to you?
The only reason why James would ask was because of Andrew’s
obvious compliance. Why else would a werewolf willingly allow
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himself to be led into the vehicle of a vampire?
Isaac came upon a scene of broken branches and scratched up
earth and grass, and Nick scented that you had been taken. He knew it
was by vampires when no scent presented itself.
Of course he would. That blind werewolf had the best nose out of
everyone in the entire pack.
You’re right, I was taken, but don’t attack. I’m here on my own.
James’s teeth disappeared, and his head cocked in both surprise
and confusion. Willing?
Andrew nodded, but before he could explain, the door right above
James’s head opened as Vlad stepped outside into the cool night air.
James quietly disappeared back into the shrubs, not so much as
disturbing any of the leaves as he did so.
The pack was going to watch and see. Were they also going to
follow? Andrew no longer felt a connection with James, so he didn’t
ask. Either the other alpha was standing too far away for that, or he
put together that Andrew’s loyalties were to someone else now, and
the connection was gone, probably for good.
I’m sorry, he thought.
The two guards rushed to their stations. Stelig opened the door on
the other side of the Hummer for his master while Dominic got
behind the wheel.
Vlad nodded to Stelig for the assistance and let himself inside. He
gave Andrew a nervous kind of smile, and Andrew returned it by
climbing into his lap and planting a kiss full on his mouth.
Vlad made a sort of shocked sound, but Andrew used that to his
advantage, sliding his tongue inside, finding Vlad’s tongue, and
working it until it relaxed and stroked back.
Though he was no longer connected with his alpha, he knew they
were still watching him. His window was still down, and they would
be able to perfectly see Andrew’s actions, as well as the way Vlad ran
his hands up and down Andrew’s solid arms.
This wasn’t any kind of declaration that Vlad was a mate, but it
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would be enough for them to know that Andrew really was here of his
own choosing, and that he’d taken this vampire as a lover.
He just hoped he wasn’t leaving them with a sour taste in their
mouths for this.
When the Hummer thrummed to life beneath their thighs and the
windows rolled up electronically from somewhere in the front,
Andrew couldn’t help the small feeling of sadness that washed over
him as he was taken away from his pack.
One look into the red eyes of his lover made that sadness all the
more real as an anxious happiness also came over him. He was
leaving his pack, but he was taking a chance on his mate. For now
that would have to be enough.
* * * *
Andrew couldn’t believe the size of the house. Cabin, yeah right,
this place was practically a castle!
They drove an hour out of Brampton before making a turn off the
highway and finally stopping here. It looked like it could’ve been the
Windsor Castle’s double. The windows were open. Now that it was
night, it was safe for vampires to let in the cool air, and golden lights
flickered from nearly every room, lighting up the windows and
climbing vines.
Somewhere Andrew could smell the scent of pipe water, and he
heard it rushing and splashing. There was probably a big stone water
statue in the back somewhere.
“You sure your family just rented this place?” Andrew asked. He
head a tsking sound come from one of the front seats at his lack of
tact, but Vlad simply smiled.
“My family did not rent it, no, but my brother King Markus did,
and before that, my father. This has always been a sort of second
family home to us, however, especially when we were all very small.
The owners have always refused to sell it, but every August and
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September my father has always managed to convince them to vacate
for us.”
Vlad said that like he didn’t realize his old man might very well
have threatened the humans if they hadn’t left. Then again, maybe the
former vampire king hadn’t. After all, if threats were required, Vlad’s
family would own this property right now instead of just renting it out
for the last months of summer.
“And, uh, the humans have been doing this for how long?” It
occurred to Andrew that he didn’t know how old Vlad really was.
“The last thirty years or so,” Vlad answered as the Hummer’s tires
crunched along the gravel drive. “The bargain is that my brother shall
inherit it upon the death of the true owner. Apparently that human has
no family that he cherishes.”
Andrew wasn’t really paying any attention to that last bit. Thirty
years? Hadn’t Vlad said he’d been coming here when he was very
young? “How old are you?”
Vlad looked at him. “Thirty-five.”
Andrew was shocked. Thirty-five? That was five years older than
Andrew, but he’d expected the other man to be older. What he hadn’t
expected was for him to give such a small number. He’d been
thinking along the lines of three hundred, not thirty-five.
“I can see that my age shocks you,” said Vlad.
“Well, yeah. I mean, you’re just so young. For a vampire.”
“Everything is born at some time.”
He had Andrew there, but still, thirty-five…
The Hummer’s engine died out, and the two font doors opened.
“We have arrived, my lord,” Dominic said, as though Vlad
couldn’t have already seen that himself, even with such darkly tinted
windows.
Vlad nodded his head. No sarcastic comment. No nothing.
Andrew let himself out of the Hummer before Dominic could get
to the door. “Thanks, I got it,” Andrew said.
Dominic nodded. “As you wish.”
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Real respectful, that one. Andrew knew better than to just like him
or trust him over something as simple as that.
He looked back in the car and saw Vlad still sitting in his seat,
staring straight ahead, waiting for Stelig to get to his door.
Stelig opened the door, bowed low, and Vlad finally stepped out.
The vampire brushed himself off as he walked around the vehicle.
“What was that?” Andrew asked.
Vlad blinked at him. “Pardon?”
Andrew nodded to the Hummer. “Why wait there so long when
you can do it yourself?”
Vlad frowned at him, an embarrassed sort of thing, and Andrew
knew he’d should’ve kept his mouth shut. “I was brought up as such,”
was all he said.
“Okay, sorry,” Andrew said, raising his hands a little so that Vlad
could see he wasn’t playing around with him. “I was just curious, was
all.”
“Will you please address his highness with a little more respect
than that?” Stelig snapped. “It’s bad enough we have to be dragged
into this farce without listening to you speak to him like a commoner
like you.”
“Stelig!” Dominic hissed. “Watch your tongue.”
“Yes, Stelig.” Vlad’s eyes flashed a bright shade of red. “Watch
yourself.”
Stelig had the good sense to look away, a small flush coloring his
cheeks crimson, but that didn’t look like it was from embarrassment.
He looked like he was getting ready to pop with rage. “My apologies,
my lord.”
Vlad nodded coldly, and then he turned to Andrew. “As much as
it does not please me, there will be certain rules you will have to abide
by if you wish to survive this situation. While we are in the presence
of any of my brothers, the king especially, you must never speak
unless spoken to, and you must also keep your sentences short. If
anyone approaches you, simply back away and make the claim that
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you belong to me. That will not be good enough protection if any of
my brothers request your blood, but they will not because―”
“Because they won’t want to touch a lowly werewolf, I get it,”
Andrew said.
Though he wasn’t looking forward to the situation he was about to
put himself in, he had to admit that he liked the look of worry on
Vlad’s face.
“If you wish to turn back, now would be the time. I will take back
your oath of loyalty. For whatever foolish reason it is that you do this,
you need not do it.”
Yes, I do, Andrew thought. “I said I’d go wherever you go, and I
meant it.”
He pointed with his hand to the almost palace and looked at the
guards. “Lead the way, guys.”
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Chapter Six
This werewolf was most assuredly mad, and he was likely going
to die for it. The thought saddened Vlad. Perhaps it was because he
never had any sort of love at all in his life, even the love that came
from his parents was a cold sort of thing. Vlad had always known that
his worth to them stemmed from what he would be should any of his
brothers die or be assassinated.
Perhaps that was the reason for his sudden attachment to the wolf.
When a man was given such affection, open smiles, and deep lust for
apparently no reason, how could Vlad resist?
He was going to go to hell for putting Andrew in such danger, that
much was a certainty.
There were four more guards waiting at the doors. Their dress was
more casual than that of the men walking along the grounds,
searching for trespassers. Some were human, most were vampires.
That would change during the morning, when the majority of the
human guards would patrol the grounds while the vampire staff
stayed safely indoors.
Stelig and Dominic were expected to give their identification upon
arrival, and they did, flashing their badges for scanning.
Andrew was stopped and inspected. When he growled at the
vampires who came to close to him, Vlad was forced to step in.
“He is a new feeder. My personal feeder,” Vlad clarified. “He has
not yet been given any identification.”
This was entirely his fault. He should have made arrangements,
but he’d been too preoccupied with Andrew’s skills in bed. If the
guards found him to be too suspicious, then they would be within
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their rights to turn him away, and Vlad, lesser prince that he was,
would be helpless to stop them.
One of the guards gruffed to the other then folded his arms. Vlad
felt very much like a child being chastised. “He’ll need identification
for the next time, my lord.”
Vlad breathed in a sigh of relief. “He will have it. Thank you.”
The doors were opened for them, and they entered the main hall.
Though the house was no longer Vlad’s to enjoy―it was not even yet
his brother’s―he still enjoyed the awe that was clearly on Andrew’s
face when they entered.
Vlad’s parents, and now Markus, had always decorated the
interior to their personal satisfaction during the months when they
were in possession of the grand house. Plush red carpeting and the
stone gargoyles crouching menacingly at every door were additions
that Vlad would not have added, but he had to admit that they did give
the house a sort of Gothic appearance that his family enjoyed.
It was ruined only slightly by the crystal chandelier shining above
their heads.
“Andrew, stay with me,” Vlad commanded then bit the inside of
his cheek.
How pathetic was he? A couple of nights of passion and he was
already protective of the other man, fearful of what should happen
should he be caught wondering around without any invitation or
identification.
He was glad when Andrew did as he was told without comment.
“There is a chamber especially for the feeders,” Vlad explained.
“But I will not put you there. I will find you a suitable room close to
my own.”
He would not risk putting Andrew in with one of the other
feeders. They were too often used as whores as well, and Vlad did not
want him with them. However, putting them in side by side
bedchambers was simply asking to be noticed.
Not that Vlad wasn’t asking to be noticed right now. He’d chosen
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a werewolf lover in the hopes that when their tryst ended, they would
be forever rid of each other, and Vlad would never run the risk of
Boris overhearing any rumors that Vlad had been with someone else
during their engagement.
Yet here they were. Andrew had been wrong earlier. Andrew
wasn’t going to be the only one to die. They both were.
Andrew nodded, ignorant of Vlad’s paranoid thoughts. “Okay,
great.”
“I shall arrange for you to have suitable clothing for your stay as
well.” If Vlad pretended he was speaking to another guest, it made
him a little less edgy.
“Great, these ones are starting to itch.”
Vlad had been forced to offer Andrew the only thing he had
available in his closet that was not so high class that it would appear
suspicious for a werewolf to be wearing it.
He wore an old golfing sweater and a pair of khakis that was
much too small on Andrew’s large body.
Vlad cleared his throat and motioned to Dominic. “You know
where I would like him. Take him there, and then come for me
immediately.”
Dominic nodded. “Yes, sir,” he said, taking Andrew around the
arm. The werewolf jerked and growled a bit, but he allowed himself
to be touched as thus and led away.
Vlad watched them go, and when Andrew turned back to look,
Vlad was forced to walk away. His brothers and Boris would be
waiting in the sitting room. The fireplace would be blazing, as per
usual.
“My lord, you take a large risk bringing him here,” Stelig said,
keeping pace with Vlad’s long strides. “What if he has a pack that
comes looking for him?”
They wouldn’t. Andrew swore this. “He has given his loyalty over
to me. He has abandoned his pack. They will not search for him.”
“So he says. How are we to trust him?”
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How was Vlad expected to trust his own family? He glared at
Stelig, angry at the other man and himself.
Stelig stepped away. “Forgive me. I forgot my place.”
Vlad took in a deep breath and then decided to bestow some
mercy on the other vampire. “Considering my station in this house,
that is not an altogether difficult thing to accomplish.”
They arrived at the heavy mahogany doors. Vlad touched them
and could feel the heat generating within. He hated this room. This
room where his brother, and then father before him, had always made
his decisions and sentenced other men.
Vlad knocked and was promptly given the invitation to enter.
He’d expected more people. His two other brothers, Damion and
Ivan, as well as their mother, the Queen Mother Ravinia. Perhaps
Ivan’s presence wasn’t to be entirely expected. He was usually the
one who stayed in his room, hiding from the noises he heard inside of
his head, but where were the others? Out hunting?
Instead it was only the king, Markus, sitting in one of his long-
backed leather chairs. He was only half turned to the fire, so he was
able to see who exactly it was that entered his space.
He and Boris. Lord Dragunov sat in the opposite chair, his foot
crossed over his knee and a thick cigar in his mouth.
Vlad had never warmed to the taste of tobacco.
Both men smiled at him as though they were unaware Vlad
despised the lot of them. Boris’s smile was especially discerning.
“Ah! There is my loyal betrothed!”
Boris was a stocky man, almost as stocky as a name such a Boris
would suggest. He had a square head and jaw, strong shoulders, and
almost no shape to speak of.
Vlad had felt the power that came from those hands, however. He
held still while the larger vampire embraced him and planted his
chapped lips over top of Vlad’s.
He did not return either sentiment, but manners dictated that he
speak. “How do you fare, my lord?” Vlad asked, folding his hands
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behind his back.
Boris slapped him on the back and laughed. “That is why I love
my little prince so much. So polite, even to a lowly vampire such as
myself.”
Vlad despised being called a little prince. Boris knew that.
“I am very well. The weather here treats us all comfortably.”
Boris rolled his R’s when he spoke, but he didn’t do it thickly.
Other than that, there was almost no accent in his voice. That usually
came when one studied English for the last two hundred and fifty
years.
Boris returned to his seat, all smiles and blessings for the weather
and his good host, without asking after Vlad’s good humor or health.
Prick.
There was no other chair set out for him, and so Vlad went and
stood at his brother’s side, as was proper. Until the joining took place,
he was still a member of the Belekoff family. His place would be at
Markus’s side, until his place was at Boris’s side. Right behind the
three―or was it four?―other concubines that Boris favored.
“So,” Markus said, “we shall hold the ceremony here, at the end
of September, before the groundskeepers return.”
Markus would rather call the true owner of this incredible
mansion the groundskeepers, rather than admit to the humiliation of
renting.
Boris nodded, thinking nothing of the strangeness of being forced
to leave for the sake of a groundskeeper.
“Yes, that will work nicely. The heat will improve by then, and
the sun will set sooner,” said Boris.
Markus lifted his glass of red wine. “Exactly, and then our
families shall be joined.”
There was a slight commotion outside their door, and Stelig
rushed out to check on it, quickly coming back with nothing. Probably
one of the maids had dropped a bucket or some such thing.
Boris made a noise of approval and sucked back on his cigar.
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When the Russian noble didn’t speak after that, Markus pressed
on. “I was hoping that, with the joining ceremony only five weeks
away, we could begin the legal proceedings of joining our businesses
as well.”
Boris puffed back on his cigar and blew out a ring of smoke.
“That is impossible. There will be no joining of business until there is
a joining of families.”
Markus nodded tactfully. It was not done for a king to whine or
complain. He knew that. What he did know, however, was how to
bargain, and Vlad went stiff when he heard his brother’s proposition.
“Of course, without the proper joining of family, it will also be
impossible to take advantage of my youngest brother’s lonely state.
You understand?”
With a horrified realization, Vlad understood the true reason he’d
been summoned. Boris had wanted to take advantage of his
matrimonial rights before the wedding could take place. Now it
seemed that, since Boris would refuse to sign over the percentage of
his blood trafficking business to Markus, Markus would refuse to let
Boris have sex with Vlad.
Boris eyed Markus stonily from behind a haze of grey smoke.
Then he shrugged. “My time will come soon enough. Besides, the
longer I wait, the better the pleasure.”
Vlad bit the inside of his mouth to keep from groaning at the pain
those words caused him. “Besides, you have a room filled with
feeders, no?”
Markus wouldn’t dare refuse him that. He smiled back just as
coldly. “Of course.”
As Vlad had not been dismissed, he was forced to listen to more
of their arrangements for their joining business, as well as the coming
wedding and what Boris would prefer for their wedding night. All the
way down to the type of strong alcohol he wanted present, as well as
toys and sheet fabrics.
Vlad wanted to yell at them. He wanted to kill something. He
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wanted to scream.
It was not easy at all to simply stand there, looking for all the
world like he didn’t care, when he was on the verge of exploding.
His rage must’ve consumed him a little too completely, because
the next thing he knew was a pair of fingers were snapping in front of
his face.
He blinked just as Markus lowered his hand. “Yes?”
“I said you may leave,” Markus made a shooing motion with his
hand. “This conversation does not concern you.”
Did not concern―!
Vlad bowed low at the waist. “Yes, your majesty. Thank you for
your time.”
Markus picked at his nails, pretending to not have heard him, and
Vlad turned around and left the room.
Before the doors were shut behind him on that sweltering hot
space, he overheard Boris speaking again. “You are quite sure I
cannot have him for the night? His bum looks tight. I could have
much pleasure with it.”
“That is impossible,” Markus replied.
Vlad gripped his hair in a blind rage and pulled.
“My lord.” Stelig took his arm, already leading him away. “Let
me escort you back to your chamber.”
“You will do no such thing,” Vlad snapped, wishing with
everything inside of him that the walls of this house would just come
down around him and destroy himself, Boris, and maybe even his
brother for putting him in such a position.
No, that would certainly not be enough. If someone were to kill
Markus, then Damion would become king as the next to oldest, and
he would simply give Vlad over to Boris because that was what the
Russian lord wanted.
If only something could kill Boris.
Stelig bowed and stepped back. “As you wish, my lord.”
Nothing was as he wished it here. That was why he hated this
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place, but this house was not the cause for it. It was his family, and
their constant need for power and position in the world. Vlad hated
his family.
Prison. That’s was it really was. A nicely decorated prison, and
Vlad was merely a well-treated prisoner. He was going insane
because of it all.
He marched past his bedchamber. The halls were eerily quiet for
such an early night. Perhaps it meant that the rest of the family was
out hunting. He didn’t care. The point was that no one stopped him on
his way to the bedchamber he’d sent Andrew to.
He didn’t knock. He was a lowly prince, but still a prince, and
Andrew was standing in front of the bed, almost as though he’d been
waiting for Vlad’s arrival.
Perfect.
“What are you―?”
Vlad walked up to him and silenced him with a kiss. He wanted
no words, nothing but actions. He needed the pleasure of Andrew’s
body or else he was going to die.
Andrew understood this. Of course, he was a wolf. Actions always
spoke louder than words to his people, and the both of them worked
on the other’s clothing in rapid movements. Vlad’s cock filled and
hardened in the anticipation of sex, but it was also the release of his
frustrations that he was after.
Andrew unclasped Vlad’s belt, and his hand was hot as it dipped
under the fabric of his trousers and wrapped around his prick.
Vlad moaned, and he fell against Andrew’s body. They threw
their arms around each other, keeping Vlad on his feet while
Andrew’s hand stroked his cock, his thumb pulling back the foreskin
of his penis and teasing the head.
“Yes, just like that,” Vlad moaned, and he kissed Andrew again.
With just his one arm, Andrew lifted Vlad off of his feet and
deposited him onto the queen-size bed.
Andrew yelped and pulled back, and Vlad saw the bit of blood
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dripping from his lip where Vlad had accidentally bitten him in the
fall.
“Sorry,” he said, already pushing himself up to lick away the
drop. Andrew was intensely aroused. Vlad could taste it in the blood.
“Think nothing of it. Just be careful with those,” he said, touching
the side of Vlad’s mouth with his thumb. “They’re sharp.”
“They’re meant to be,” Vlad said, reaching down and gripping
Andrew around his firm, muscular ass. So perfect. How could such a
perfect creature even exist? Vlad felt small and weak beneath the
other man, even though they would both be nearly evenly matched
when it came to their strengths.
They were still fully dressed, if a little dishevelled with their
clothing pulled loose, and Andrew rocked their hips together.
Vlad released a soft cry as the jolt of pleasure sizzled through him,
even from beneath his trousers. Andrew was no longer wearing those
used golf clothes. Vlad had only just noticed this. It was a shame he
would not be able to get a better look at how handsome his lover was
within the new garments, but they had to come off. Now.
They dry humped each other in a sloppy motion. There was no
rhythm to their movements. Vlad struggled to keep up with the
desperate needs of his prick as well as removing his button-down shirt
and pants.
Andrew stalled their pleasurable dance just long enough to grab
the thing and rip it apart, sending small blue buttons all across the
room.
“You broke it!” Vlad said, affronted.
“You were taking too long.” Andrew dipped his head down and
took one of Vlad’s small nipples into his mouth, sending another jolt
and shiver through his body. Vlad moaned as though Andrew had
sucked on his dick rather than his nipple.
Andrew’s hand came up and over his mouth. Vlad’s heart jumped
in panic before he realized that Andrew was putting no pressure on
him that would be painful, and there was not a cloth in his hand with a
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strange-smelling drug.
“Much as I like it, you keep up that kind of noise, and someone’s
going to come and find us. Remember, I can’t smell your kind
coming.”
Vlad nodded, and Andrew removed his hand. He’d come in here
to forget, and it seemed that Andrew was doing too good of a job in
that task.
Andrew smiled at him, another wolfish sort of grin, and he bent
his head back to Vlad’s chest, kissing and suckling on his skin and
nipples, then working his way up to Vlad’s neck.
He inhaled deeply and sighed.
“What is it?” Vlad asked.
“You don’t have a scent unless you smell like sex. You smell
good when you want me.”
“I do?”
“You’re beautiful, too.”
Vlad blushed. “Thank you.”
He’d been given compliments before, but one could never trust
the compliments given by servants or exalted guests. He was fairly
certain that Andrew was not telling him this simply to earn a reward
of some kind, but because he really meant it.
Andrew lifted himself up enough to be on his knees and straddle
Vlad’s waist. He unclasped his belt, still staring down at Vlad as
though he were a sight to behold, instead of a spoiled prince who
somehow had the luck to obtain such a man.
With a jolt, he realized that he, too, should undress, and as
Andrew kicked away his pants and lifted his shirt over his head, Vlad
shrugged out of his now-ruined and stretched silk button-down, and
then wormed his way out of his pants, kicking off his shoes to get the
pants off of his legs.
He and Andrew were both still wearing their socks, he realized
with a start. Then he chuckled.
“What’s funny?” Andrew asked.
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“Nothing. Please fuck me now.”
Andrew’s lovely eyes flashed. “So polite, but not yet. First I want
you to do something for me.”
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Andrew made a low gasp deep in his throat, his eyes squeezing
shut as he thrust against Vlad’s working mouth.
He’d already figured that the spoiled prince was not a virgin,
despite the way he acted, but he knew for a fact that the other man
had never put another man’s cock in his mouth before. Just the look
on his face when Andrew suggested it had been proof enough.
Vlad was a damn quick study, though.
The door was locked, but Andrew’s eyes kept right on going to it
out of habit. Even if he could smell any vampires coming, that would
be of no use to him now anyway because of how heavily the scent of
sex hung in the air. He still tried his damnedest to hear if there were
any footsteps lurking outside their door.
Still not an easy thing to do with that slick tongue swirling around
the back of his dick.
“Oh, fuck!” Andrew had to cover his own mouth this time to keep
from making any noise. He gripped the wooden headboard of the bed.
It had some pretty interesting designs carved on it, mostly of lions
chasing down gazelle and whatnot.
Andrew was on his knees, and Vlad was still lying on the bed
beneath him, a pillow propping the other man’s head up while he
gripped Andrew’s waist and pulled back on his cock with his mouth
like he was trying to win first prize for giving head.
Despite their positions, Andrew strangely felt like the gazelle
being hunted down by the lion. Those eager red eyes of Vlad’s didn’t
help the image at all, either. Maybe vampires were just naturally good
at this sort of thing. They kind of had to suck back on arteries to
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survive. It only made sense they would be talented with their mouths.
Andrew thrust against that mouth harder, and Vlad made no noise
of complaint. He was so damned eager and willing. Why hadn’t
Andrew thought to do this before?
Andrew was a werewolf, which meant he had the kind of stamina
that would allow him to get it back up within seconds of coming, but
most people didn’t realize how much that could take the fun out of
sex. Andrew wanted to draw this out. Ten orgasms in a row weren’t
nearly as amazing as one really big one, which was why he pulled
back when he felt a tightening in his balls.
Vlad stared up at him in confusion as Andrew shifted off of the
other man’s chest.
“Do you not wish to…?”
Vlad was so cute. He couldn’t even say it.
“Definitely,” Andrew said, “but I want you even more. Turn
around.”
Vlad was quick to comply. Andrew had already found some of
those little sample conditioner bottles in the joining bathroom, and he
popped the cap on one and slathered it onto his fingers.
Vlad accepted him easily, and not just because he was eager for it.
His body had been used so much so recently that Andrew was able to
prepare him quickly and enter him in one stroke.
The other man didn’t stiffen in pain or give any signs that he
needed time to adjust. He sighed in pleasure and looked over his
shoulder at Andrew. “Fuck me now.”
Andrew did. Vlad wasn’t selfish about it either. He tightened his
anal muscles around Andrew’s cock in a grip-and-release sort of
motion. That felt so damn good, and Andrew bit his bottom lip as he
moaned. Keeping this slow and steady was going to be torture.
Vlad spread his legs further apart, and the wrecking ball effect
took over as Andrew pounded into him, his balls slamming against
the back of Vlad’s thighs.
Mine. You’re mine.
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“I’m nobody’s,” Vlad growled between moans.
Had Andrew said that out loud? Shit, he’d deal with that later.
Right now he just had one goal in mind.
He couldn’t do anymore of this slow-and-steady stuff. Not with
the way his body screamed at him to finish off, and by increments,
Andrew’s hips began to speed up, almost of their own free will, until
he and Vlad were just rutting like wild animals.
“Touch yourself. I want to see you come for me,” Andrew
demanded, and he watched as Vlad reached his hand down to grab at
his bobbing cock, the way his arm shifted as he stroked himself.
Andrew moaned again, speeding up as fast as he could go,
gripping Vlad’s hips until his fingers turned white.
He held his hand over his mouth, but that was almost not enough
to keep the noise he made down to a safe minimum. His muscles
trembled as he fell on top of Vlad’s back, and the vampire bucked and
moaned beneath him, forgetting all about being quiet.
Andrew couldn’t bring himself to care.
When Vlad collapsed on top of his sheets, Andrew spooned up
behind him, his soft cock still inside the other man, and he held his
mate, his eyes drooping with sleep.
He wanted nothing better than to fall asleep right here, but then he
heard a sharp sniff, and the scent of salt water perfumed the air.
Andrew shifted a little to try and get a look at Vlad’s face.
“What’s the matter?”
Vlad turned his face into the pillows, trying to pretend that he
wasn’t crying. “Nothing. I’m fine.”
“I can smell your tears. Did I hurt you?” Andrew looked down at
where his fingers had been gripping and saw the making of dark red
and purple bruises already.
“No,” Vlad said stubbornly.
Andrew wrapped his arms around him and kissed the back of the
vampire’s neck, petting his hair. Werewolves liked having their hair
petted, so he was taking the risk that the same might hold true for a
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vampire.
Vlad stiffened a bit, but then he relaxed under the attention. For a
minute, it was almost like they were actual lovers, and not just
fucking when no one was around to see it. Andrew wanted that for the
both of them. He wanted to be the man who comforted Vlad when he
was suffering, and he wanted Vlad to be able to accept him as a mate,
despite the fact that he was just a werewolf.
Andrew was taking the risk of ruining this nice moment, but he
had to say it. “Is it because of your brother?”
Vlad looked over at him, and then his eyes flashed as the
realization hit. “That was you spying on us?”
“Yes.” He’d grabbed one of the serving trays he’d found in here
and walked around the house with it. The few other vampire servers
who’d seen him had all assumed him to be another servant, but
Andrew was no waiter. It was hard balancing those cups on the
gleaming tray. The fact that it was silver and he had to hold it with a
tea towel didn’t help.
He’d finally found the room where Vlad had gone to. Vampires
had no natural scent, but the smoke had filled the house, and servants
wouldn’t be smoking cigars or drinking wine, so Andrew was still
able to follow his nose to their location just fine.
Just hearing the men talk about Vlad was enough to make his
inner wolf growl with anger, then his fingertips had accidentally
brushed against the silver tray, and he’d yelped and dropped the
damned thing.
It had clanged loudly on the floor, and Andrew had to make like a
ninja, grab the stuff up, and vanish before he could be caught. He’d
made it around the corner just as the door had opened and that
vampire guard, Stelig, had poked his head out to see what the
commotion was.
“Spying on the king is a dangerous offence,” Vlad said, a frown
marring his face as he stared at the wall.
Andrew gently pulled out of him and sat up to get a better look at
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his stubborn features. “Considering what they’re doing to you, I’m
surprised you care so much.”
Those red eyes flashed angrily at Andrew. “What would you
know of such things? What would you know of honor and loyalty and
family expectations?”
“Hey, I’m very loyal. There’s a lot of people that I love back
home that I would die for.”
“Do they still matter now that you’ve turned your back on them
for me, loyal wolf?”
Andrew saw red, and he had to fight to keep from punching Vlad
in his fat head. This was exactly the reason why he wouldn’t tell Vlad
that they were mated. Because Vlad wouldn’t take him seriously if he
said anything. He would order Andrew to be sent away and go off to
marry that troll-looking vampire Boris anyway.
“Why are they making you marry him, anyway? I don’t get it.
You don’t exactly look like you’re hurting for money.”
“My family vaults are just fine,” Vlad said.
“But…” Andrew prompted.
Vlad was still pouting and glaring at Andrew at the same time, but
he relented. “Because Boris desires me. I am a prince and he is a lord.
He wants the honor of being connected to my family, and my family
wants the connection to his blood trade. Because I am fourth in line
for the throne, it was an easy thing to give me to him when he asked.”
“Blood trade?” The thought horrified Andrew. Essentially, it
boiled down to human trafficking, which pretty much every vampire
denied ever doing, and a lot of them didn’t. Most preferred to get their
blood the old-fashioned way. Through feeders.
“Terrible, I know,” Vlad said. “But my family no longer wants to
use feeders. They would rather their blood served to them in wine
glasses and remove the feeders entirely from their presence. Mother
says that biting on the neck of an unclean and unknown human is
undignified. Markus agrees with her.”
“But how can you marrying him connect your families?” Andrew
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prompted. “You’re not exactly a woman. It’s not like you can take his
name and have his kids or anything.” A strange thought fluttered
through Andrew’s head. “Can you?”
“Don’t be an idiot, of course not.” Vlad snapped, though he
looked ready to laugh in Andrew’s face for having thought such a
ridiculous thing.
“This arrangement is merely a Band-Aid. I shall become Boris’s
spouse in the legal sense, but in reality he will still have the
concubines he favors more back in Russia.”
“You’ll have to go to Russia?”
“That is where my future husband resides, so yes.”
Andrew couldn’t let him do it. “Call it off.”
Vlad blinked at him, as though Andrew had just suggested he go
jump off a bridge.
“Don’t marry him. This is bullshit. It’s your life, and they can’t
tell you to go around the world with some guy you clearly don’t even
like.”
“They can―”
“No, they can’t,” Andrew argued. “Give me a break. Are you
really going to let that guy fuck you just because your brother is
demanding it?”
Vlad winced. “That’s a cruel way to put it.”
“There is no other way of putting it. You’ll be married to him.
He’s going to fuck you, and he doesn’t look like the kind of guy who
cares about whether or not you even enjoy it.”
He’d heard the way Boris was talking about Vlad, heard the clear
lust in the other vampire’s voice. That vampire lord didn’t even have
the decency to pretend he was in love with Vlad or cared about his
well-being. He just wanted another bed partner.
Andrew knew he was being mean, and he could sense the
emotional wreck Vlad was becoming just lying there listening to his
words, but he couldn’t help himself. Vlad needed to hear the horrible
details. Andrew wanted to scare him into calling off his wedding and
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coming away with him.
“You just told me he has concubines that he favors over you. Are
you telling me that if he brings some other man or woman into bed
with you and tells you to fuck them so he can watch, you’ll do it?”
Vlad swallowed hard. “I―”
“Or what if he wants you to watch while he has sex with another
man, or let someone else watch you. He will have total control of your
body, and you’re just going to let him do that?”
“I must!” Vlad snapped finally. “I am not even a second son, I am
a fourth son! My worth is determined by others, and I am worthless in
all ways but this. It is my duty to uphold my family honor and the
promise of my brother, and I will not be worthless in that task.”
Andrew couldn’t believe him. All that garbage that just spewed
from Vlad’s mouth…It was damned unbelievable.
“Get out of here.”
Vlad blinked. “What?”
Andrew pushed him until he fell off the side of the bed with an
undignified curse.
Andrew was already getting out of bed and grabbing at his pants.
Vlad was ranting at him, but he wasn’t paying any attention. The
second he had his hips covered, even if he left the buttons undone, he
walked around the bed and grabbed Vlad around his upper arm.
“Let go of me, you vile creature!”
“Fine.” Andrew opened the door and practically tossed Vlad out
into the hallway, naked. He didn’t care if anyone saw the prince in his
birthday suit either.
Neither did Vlad, it seemed. “You have no right to banish me
from any part of this house,” he seethed.
“Don’t I? You’re worthless. You just said so yourself. Your worth
is only determined by letting that other vampire stick his dick inside
of you. You’re so worthless that your only outlet is to get a worthless
werewolf to make you feel better when no one else is looking.”
“I didn’t say―”
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“Go away,” Andrew shut the door in Vlad’s face, not interested in
hearing the other man backtrack, as though his mate hadn’t just
insulted the hell out of the both of them.
Vlad didn’t pound on the door and demand re-entry or even his
clothing back. Likely that would cause too much of a scene. Andrew
went and sat on the bed, and after opening his ears and listening really
hard, he eventually heard Vlad walk away.
Andrew was furious and he knew he should leave. His mate
would rather marry some pervert than even contemplate the idea of a
relationship with a werewolf. Vile creature, Vlad had said.
That comment stung almost as much as the knowledge that Vlad
had zero self-esteem and would rather suffer for the rest of his
life―his very long vampire life―in a marriage to another vampire
who couldn’t give less of a damn about him.
If this was what Vlad wanted, no matter how demented it was,
then Andrew had a difficult choice to make.
Should he bother trying to save someone who so obviously didn’t
want to be saved? Andrew had made a vow to always go wherever
Vlad went, but did he have it in him to stick around and watch as his
mate married someone else and then follow him all the way to Russia
just to sit back and do nothing while that man made his mate’s life a
living hell?
This would be so much simpler if Vlad was just another werewolf.
Why in the hell did Andrew’s mate have to be a vampire prince?
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Chapter Eight
For the first time in his life, Vlad contemplated throwing himself
out into the sun. As there was no sunlight to be had at this time of
night, the only option for him was to walk away from the guest room
where Andrew James was staying and go back to his own room.
He’d turned and took maybe two steps before he bumped into
Stelig. His eyes had been on his feet the entire time, so it was no
wonder he hadn’t seen the other vampire coming.
Vlad gasped, his heart launching into his throat like a rocket, but
he held back any shocked sound he would have made.
“My lord! What are you―?” Stelig looked down at Vlad’s naked
form, and the other vampire blushed and looked away, stammering.
Vlad fought off his humiliation at being seen like this. He pushed
past Stelig like he was still fully dressed and in complete command.
“I’m going to my room. I don’t want to be disturbed for the rest of the
night.”
He had to hurry if he was going to lock himself away before he
started to cry in front of one of the guards like some sort of weakling.
Well, hell, that was exactly what he was, wasn’t he? And it made
Andrew too sick to stomach having him in bed with him.
“I came to check on you, my lord,” Stelig said, following Vlad’s
lead, keeping his eyes straight ahead and going along with the farce
that Vlad had created.
He felt like a character in “The Emperor’s New Clothes.”
“Did that vile creature hurt you, my lord?”
Vlad recalled the sudden twist of pain on Andrew’s face when he
said those words, and the guilt was crushing. “Do not speak such
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terrible words,” Vlad said. “We took each other to bed. That is all.”
“My lord―”
They arrived at Vlad’s door, and he let himself inside. “Good
night,” he said, shutting the door in Stelig’s face, much the same way
Andrew had done to Vlad.
Only when he was alone did he allow himself to crumble. He put
his hand over his eyes, trying to shut out the room, the whole world,
and he slid down the door until he was sitting on the floor, shoulders
shaking with the torment of emotions racing through him.
He hadn’t meant to hurt Andrew with his declaration or to
insinuate that the other man was somehow beneath his notice.
But he could not lie to himself. Those had been part of the reasons
for choosing a werewolf for a lover. He’d hoped to receive someone
small and insignificant, who would disappear once the deed had been
done.
Instead he’d been blessed with a god of sorts, in body at least. In
mind, Andrew was much more normal in that aspect, but still superior
to Vlad.
Andrew held respect for himself, so much so that he would not
allow himself to be called names, even by a prince whom he’d
enslaved himself to. He would also not be with a man who did not
respect himself.
But everything Vlad had said had been the truth. How was he
expected to take back his words when he had spoken no lies?
Vlad lifted his knees and wrapped his arm around them, keeping
his hand still over his eyes, trying to stop the flow of his tears. His
tears that proved him to be weak and small, not worthy of the strong
name of Belekoff.
Of course he did not wish to marry Boris. The thought of being
touched by that man’s thick, smoke-smelling fingers made him
nauseous with disgust, but what else was there for him to do? Boris
was a dangerous vampire, and so much more powerful than Vlad,
who had no idea how to care for himself.
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Yet here was a man, a werewolf, who was only in Vlad’s life for a
couple of days, judging him based on the decisions of others.
Perhaps Andrew was right to judge. Perhaps it was some sort of
divine punishment for his cowardice that Vlad was to fall in love with
a man he barely knew only weeks before his marriage.
* * * *
As a personal guard to the youngest prince, Vladimir, it was quite
difficult to get a private audience with the king, even though he
worked in the same building that his royal majesty resided in.
Though he’d been summoned, Stelig was still expected to make
himself known. The stiff command to enter was given, and Stelig
opened the door to the sitting room where his king still sat.
The fire from earlier had died down some, but otherwise, the room
was still as warm as the last time he, Prince Vladimir, and that
Russian foreigner had all been inside.
The entire house felt a touch hotter ever since Lord Boris came to
the house. He liked being kept warm, it seemed.
Stelig approached the leather chair. It was large enough that it
could almost be a small version of the king’s throne. Of course, that
was still back at their proper home in New York in the penthouse of
one of the larger buildings overlooking the water.
Stelig came from a small village, and so, sights such as that and
the knowledge that he worked for such people and lived in their home
filled him with a great sense of pride.
He bowed low when he made it to the front of his king’s seat, so
low that his forehead nearly touched the king’s honorable knees.
King Markus swirled a dark wine in his goblet, but Stelig didn’t
dare look him in the face until he was given permission.
He hoped it would be soon. He’d bowed so low that now there
was blood rushing into his head, and he was unable to move now,
even to lift himself to a slightly more comfortable angle.
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As his face grew hot and cheeks felt as though they were in the
beginning stages of swelling, the king finally took some pity on him.
“Rise.”
Stelig stood straight, forcing back a sigh of relief, which was
difficult. He looked into Markus’s face, but not into his eyes.
“I am told you have some information about the little fishing
expedition my little brother went on.”
He mentally prayed for forgiveness for betraying even the most
lowly member of the royal family, but his true loyalty needed to be to
his king first. “I do.”
“You may speak.”
Stelig cleared his throat. “Sire, as you know you have an
agreement with Lord Dragunov, and part of that agreement dictates
that Prince Vladimir is to keep himself pure until the night when they
are joined.”
“Boris likes to pretend that my youngest brother is a virgin, but he
and I both know better. If your plans are to destroy this union by
claiming otherwise―”
“No!” Stelig said, and then felt a sharp horror over the fact that
he’d just interrupted his king. He quickly bowed low once more
before he could watch King Markus’s face turn red with rage, and
damn it if it hurt his head. “Forgive me, my lord, but I did not mean
any disrespect, nor was I presumptuous enough to assume that Lord
Dragunov was unaware of such facts about Prince Vladimir’s state of
being.”
King Markus said nothing for a solid two minutes, and Stelig felt
the scrutinizing ruby eyes of his king on the top of his head.
“What news is it that you bring me, then?”
He had to make this good. If he did, then he would be in the
king’s favor. He wanted that so badly for his family. “Your Majesty,
Prince Vladimir ordered myself and Dominic to go out and search for
a male werewolf, capture him, and bring him back to the cabin he had
taken.”
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King Markus’s hand clenched around the arm of his leather chair.
“Did he, now?”
Stelig nodded. “He did.”
“To what purpose?”
Stelig wet his lips. This confession was turning out to be more
difficult than he had previously anticipated, and he didn’t understand
the reason for that. “To dishonor Lord Dragunov by fornicating with
the creature.”
The stem of the glass King Markus held shattered. He allowed the
glass bulb filled with his wine to fall to the carpet and spill. The glass
didn’t shatter, but the pooling wine reminded Stelig of a bad wound
he’d once seen bleed out from one of the men he used to work with.
“I will have to speak with my brother about his behavior. To take
a lover is one thing, but a werewolf…”
Stelig didn’t understand. Wasn’t the king furious that Prince
Vladimir had gone against the wishes of his betrothed?
This wasn’t good. The king didn’t sound nearly as though he
thought Stelig deserved a reward for bringing him this information.
“Sire, the werewolf is in this house, posing as a feeder in one of
the guest rooms. Prince Vlad is still making visits to his room.”
The king stood up, and Stelig bowed and stepped back.
Instead of telling him to rise immediately, Stelig felt the soft touch
of the king’s hand on the back of his head. Shock filled him that King
Markus would do such a thing.
“You have done well in bringing this information to me,” the king
said.
Pride filled Stelig like water in a glass. “I am only doing my duty,
sire.”
“Who else knows of my brother’s offense?”
Both he and Dominic had been told, even though they both knew
otherwise, that Prince Vlad only wanted the creature to feed from. To
sample his blood, the prince had said. Stelig could pretend that he
didn’t believe Dominic knew the truth, and that way he wouldn’t be
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committing treason by lying to his king, and he also wouldn’t have to
share his reward. “Only myself, sire,”
“Good,” the hand left Stelig’s head. “You may rise.”
Stelig stood straight, and King Markus gripped him by the chin,
hard, forcing him to look into the red eyes of his master. “You are to
never breathe a word of this to anyone else. Vladimir is my brother,
and I shall handle this personally. Do you understand?”
Stelig trembled with pleasure at looking into his king’s eyes.
“Yes, sire.”
“Good.” Markus released him and stepped back. He wiped the
hand he’d touched Stelig with on his suit jacket, but something like
that was to be expected. Stelig was sweating profusely. “You are
dismissed.”
Stelig walked out of the sitting room, his head held high, and he
felt lighter, more powerful than he ever felt in the whole of his life.
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Chapter Nine
Vladimir had to be strong. He was a man of royal descent,
certainly not worthy of cowering inside of his room, fearful of coming
across the werewolf he’d brought here. Fearful of what he would see
in those lovely eyes. Disgust? Hatred? Regret that Andrew had ever
tied himself to an unworthy man such as Vlad?
Vlad shook himself. He had to be rid of such thoughts. It was
those that brought him into this position in the first place.
Besides, he missed his lover. The sun had come up, and the
windows had become dark and tinted, as they were designed to do in
direct sunlight, which meant that his brother, Boris, and just about
every other vampire residing in this house would likely be asleep in
bed. That left only the human servants and the feeders. They would
not disturb Vlad or ask him any questions. That was the only good
thing about them.
Vlad arrived at the door. He wore his best clothes and had washed
and thoroughly combed his hair to be properly presentable.
If only his father could see him now, attempting to impress a
werewolf. The old bastard was probably rolling in his grave.
This time, Vlad knocked.
His heart pounded painfully in the few seconds it took before he
received an answer, and he sighed. Thank God, Andrew had not left
him yet.
He was almost glad to see the shock on Andrew’s face when he
opened the door and let himself in. It seemed the wolf was not
prepared for the fact that Vlad would announce himself, rather than
simply allowing himself entrance to the room uninvited.
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Andrew sat up from the bed, the book that had been on his chest
sliding off and bouncing to the carpeted floor. “You’re back.”
“I am,” Vlad nodded. He looked around the room. Not much had
changed, apart from the disheveled bed, the tray table with what
remained of Andrew’s snack, and the damp towels on the floor of the
bathroom. The man had bathed and eaten. Vlad was angry.
“I have been pacing my bedchamber for hours, fearful that you
would be gone when I finally got up the courage to leave, and you
have been in here reading and snacking?”
“I need to eat real food more than a vampire does if I’m going to
survive. Did you want me to starve myself just because we fought?”
“Of course not.” But a little more misery wouldn’t exactly have
been unwelcome.
Vlad folded his arms. “I am glad that you did not leave.”
Andrew pushed away the tray table and sat up, kicking his legs
over the side of the bed. He wore plain jeans and a white T-shirt
today, and they were quite small for his body. They left nearly
nothing to Vlad’s imagination. Not that there was anything to
imagine. He’d already seen everything Andrew had to offer.
“I told you I would go wherever you go. Until you make up your
mind about that guy you’re engaged to―”
“Lord Dragunov.”
“Whatever. Him. Until you make up your mind about what you’re
going to do about him, I will stay.”
Vlad swallowed over the hard lump forming in his throat. “You
will abandon me if I am forced to marry him? You bound yourself to
me.”
“I know, but you can’t seriously expect me to want to stick around
if you’re going to be having sex with him and all of his concubines. I
wouldn’t be able to handle it.”
Vlad put his hands behind his back. He bit his lower lip. “There is
something more going on between us. I do not know what it is, but if
you were truly serious about enslaving yourself to me, you would not
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presume to simply leave of your own free will.”
“Right, because I would have none,” Andrew said. “Would you
try to force me to stay?”
Vlad looked up at him. Andrew’s eyes were so eager, he was
tempted to say that, yes, if he was able, he would do everything in his
power to make certain that the werewolf could never leave him, but
he could not do such a thing. “No, I would not. Just because I am not
free does not mean that I should imprison you.”
Vlad smiled. “Boris despises werewolves, at any rate. In Russia,
they are apparently mostly wild, and he has trouble with them. He
would never allow me a werewolf as a personal feeder, and if he ever
discovered us together, under his roof, without the protection of my
brothers, he would kill you.”
“Vlad.” Andrew stood up and approached him.
Vlad wet his lips. “I do not want to be everything that I told you
that I was last night. Not in your eyes. And you are not worthless to
me either. You are perfect.”
Andrew’s fingers touched his face. Vlad was surprised at how
cold and clammy they were.
He looked up and noticed for the first time how pale Andrew
looked. A thin layer of sweat shone on his face, and his cheeks were
oddly sallow.
It had not been like that a minute ago.
Vlad grabbed his hands, and they too were chilled and damp.
“What is the matter? Are you well?”
Andrew’s grin showed off his teeth. “Actually, now that you
mention it, I really don’t feel all that great.”
The second the words were out of his mouth, he groaned and
keeled over. Andrew sank down to his knees, his head bent, hands
now clutching at his stomach.
Vlad went down with him, keeping his hands on the other man’s
back. He could feel the pulsing of blood beneath the soaked T-shirt,
and the heartbeat had suddenly become erratic.
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“You are not well. Let me help you back into bed.”
“I think I just got a little food poisoning,” Andrew said, allowing
himself to be aided back to his bed.
It was the word poison that caught Vlad’s attention, and he pulled
the tray table over to them to have a look at what remained of the
contents. A half sandwich, three apple slices, and the glass was still
half filled with a red juice. “Where did you get this food?”
Andrew was clenching his teeth now. “Someone knocked on my
door. Said the feeders were being served in their lounge, so I went and
got this. It couldn’t have been poison. I would’ve smelled something
wrong.”
As a prince, even a lower prince, Vlad was expected to know of
the many ways he could be assassinated.
“Food poisoning does not happen for at least twenty hours after
your meal, and not all poisons have a taste or scent.”
Someone knew about them. Someone was trying to kill Andrew!
“Up you get!” Vlad pulled Andrew into his arms and started
dragging him to the bathroom.
“I just got in bed!” Andrew complained.
“You will sleep for eternity if you do not come with me!” Vlad
snapped, hauling Andrew to his feet.
It almost wasn’t enough. Andrew’s weight was becoming heavier
and heavier as the other man struggled to stay on his feet. He
swaggered as though the ground beneath him heaved like the sea.
“Dizzy,” he moaned.
This was not good. Whatever the poison was, it was working
quickly.
Vlad pulled them into the bathroom and allowed Andrew to
collapse onto his knees in front of the toilet.
He got up and began searching through the drawers until he found
what he was looking for.
“What are you―?”
Vlad ripped the packaging off of the spare toothbrush and thrust it
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into Andrew’s hands. “Put the back end down your throat. Bring back
up what you just ate.”
“I hate puking,” Andrew said, but he must have seen the logic in
Vlad’s words because he did as he was instructed, promptly gagging
and letting the contents of his stomach splash into the toilet.
Vlad pitied him. He hated forcing himself to vomit as well, but
more than once the act had saved his life when someone had decided
to put something strange into his evening meal.
He grabbed the glass off the counter and filled it with water. He
waited for Andrew to stop his heaving. Rather, he waited until the
other man began dry heaving and then thrust the glass into his hand.
Andrew swigged the water and spat it into the toilet.
Vlad snatched the cup back. “No, you must drink it.”
Andrew looked up at him, and Vlad could not help but think of a
kicked dog. “What?”
Vlad refilled the cup. “You need to put more fluid back into your
body. You’re not done yet.”
“Jesus Christ,” Andrew moaned, letting his head sink down onto
the rim of the toilet.
At least it was clean. Vlad put the cup back into his hands and
helped him lift it to his lips. “You must do it.”
Some of the water spilled down the side of Andrew’s cheeks as he
gulped the water too fast, but Vlad would not allow him to stop. He
wouldn’t allow Andrew to die on him! He wouldn’t!
After another session of vomiting, Andrew took more water to
rinse his mouth with and drink, but he positively refused to vomit one
more time.
“I’m better, I’m better,” he promised. He held his hand up to ward
off Vlad as he was about to force the toothbrush down Andrew’s
throat.
Vlad stared at him curiously. Andrew was a werewolf, and their
healing abilities did give them an advantage in these sorts of things,
and not all of the food on the tray had been consumed.
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“You are certain?” he asked, still paranoid and fearful of watching
Andrew expire before his very eyes.
Andrew let the lid of the toilet fall down and then he flushed away
the contents. “Very sure.” He let his face fall into his crossed arms
over the toilet lid with a groan.
Vlad took the cup from off the floor where Andrew had left it, and
he put it into the sink. He allowed himself to fall onto the floor with
Andrew and wrap his arms around the other man’s shoulders.
Andrew put his hand over top of Vlad’s, but otherwise he didn’t
move.
With his ear pressed against Andrew’s back, Vlad was able to
listen to the now healthy pump of the werewolf’s heart, and he could
feel the body temperature returning to normal.
Andrew had expunged himself of the poison quickly. He was
going to be all right.
Vlad inhaled shakily and rubbed his eyes before he could unman
himself in front of his lover. “Do not ever die on me”
“I’ll do my best,” Andrew replied, then he got up with another
groan. “My mouth tastes gross.”
He brushed his teeth and used what looked to be at least half of
the mouthwash bottle, and it wasn’t until he finally finished that Vlad
allowed himself to put his hands back on Andrew’s shoulders.
Andrew’s dark eyes looked into Vlad’s red ones through the
mirror. “You saved my life just now. Thank you.”
Vlad didn’t want to even think about what he would have found if
he hadn’t had the courage to show up for another hour. “You
shouldn’t thank me for that. What if I hadn’t come?”
“Then I would’ve finished off my sandwich and be worm food.”
Vlad gripped his shoulders. “That’s not funny. I’m being perfectly
serious. What if I had been a coward and decided not to come for
you? You would be dead.”
Vlad nearly choked on the word. The thought of Andrew no
longer existing, of being gone forever, was simply too much for him
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to handle.
Andrew turned around and kissed him, and Vlad melted into the
embrace, needing it as much as he needed oxygen and blood in order
to survive. Andrew’s strength, his muscular body, alive and well, was
a comfort to him.
Was it ridiculous that Vlad had nearly lost him and all he could
think about was having him? He didn’t think so, not when Andrew
kissed him so passionately.
The bathroom still smelled faintly of vomit, and so he and
Andrew stumbled out and removed each other’s clothing before
making their way to the bed.
It was slightly awkward, noticing the tray table with the poisoned
food still on the bed and taking it off of the blankets and setting it
aside on one of the drawers for later examination, but they could not
simply push it aside to be destroyed on the floor. Unless Vlad felt like
being fucked on the floor, which he did not.
“Are you certain you are well enough for―?”
“Shut up,” Andrew said, his voice rasping as he pulled Vlad’s
head forward to reattach their mouths. Vlad loved kissing this man.
No one had ever kissed Vlad the way Andrew did, which he
understood as the need of his partners to be respectful to his title. It
was hard to stick one’s tongue inside the mouth of a prince, and Vlad
was hardly the sort of man who was known for taking charge in bed.
Now that Andrew was doing it to him, plundering his mouth,
touching his tongue with Andrew’s slick tongue, Vlad didn’t know
how he’d ever managed to go for his entire life without such a kiss.
He could kiss like this forever and be perfectly content.
His cock could not, however, and it demanded attention from
beneath his trousers.
Andrew suddenly pulled back and seemed to look Vlad over for
the first time. “Did you dress up for me?”
Those fingers stroked Vlad’s scalp, no doubt messing up the gel in
his hair, but he didn’t mind.
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“I did. I was hoping you would like what you see.”
“Baby, you’re gorgeous.”
Andrew pushed the both of them down onto the mattress. He
grabbed Vlad around the wrists and put them over his head.
“Would you tie me up?” Vlad asked. “I’ve always wanted to try
that.”
Andrew rocked their cocks together, his lips making butterfly like
trails over his neck. “I would love nothing more than to take my belt
and tie your hands to the headboard, but I don’t think now is the safest
time to do that.”
Vlad was forced to admit that Andrew was right. Someone,
perhaps one of the guards Vlad had taken with him to the cabin, had
attempted to poison Andrew using the food that the feeders were
expected to eat from. If none of the other feeders were affected, and
Vlad suspected that there would have been a commotion outside the
door by now if all twenty of them had suddenly become ill at the
same time, then that meant that Andrew was lured into the feeder’s
lounge. Someone had to wait for him to get into the banquet lineup,
and when he did, Andrew’s meal had been viciously tampered with.
It was most definitely not safe for them to be playing such games
with each other. It wasn’t safe for them to be in bed like this period.
But Vlad couldn’t stop the need he felt in his body, and he had to
have it seen to, or else he was certain he would expire.
Luckily, if the poisoner thought himself successful, that meant
that no one was likely to check up on them for the next hour at least.
They would want to make sure that Andrew was dead. No one would
be sending any help.
“I promise that if you let me take you out of here, I’ll tie you up
just the way you want. We can play with all sorts of fun things every
night before we go to bed. Just you and me.”
Vlad gasped. Leave here with Andrew? Vlad shook his head.
“You do not know of the consequences of offering such a thing.”
Andrew stared down at him, those dark eyes appearing almost
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black with his determination. “I was just poisoned and made to be
about as sick as I’ve ever felt in my entire life barely a half hour ago. I
have a pretty good idea of what they’ll do to me.”
“They why?”
“Just say you’ll come with me,” Andrew insisted. Now those eyes
of his took on a desperate sort of look. The kicked-puppy eyes all
over again. “Come away with me and I’ll make sure you never have
to get married to some guy you don’t like. You can do whatever you
want whenever you want to. I know you feel something for me. You
love me, you wouldn’t have saved my life just now if you didn’t, and
you wouldn’t have come back for me either.”
Damn him, but he was right. For some strange reason that he
could not fathom, Vlad had fallen in love with a werewolf, and after
less than three days of being with the man.
Whether or not this worked out between them, Vlad couldn’t deny
that he saw everything he ever wanted in Andrew’s eyes, and he
wanted nothing better than to make the other man’s words a reality.
Freedom, true freedom.
More frightened and excited than he’d ever felt in the whole of his
life, Vlad nodded his head. “I will go with you.”
Andrew kissed him, that same hard, fast, passionate pressing of
mouths that Vlad adored.
Andrew helped him to remove the rest of his clothing, this time no
buttons were destroyed, and he lifted Vlad’s legs over his shoulders.
The preparation was fumbled and done quickly, but it took much
too long for Andrew to finally enter him. There was no pain at all, and
he felt so wonderfully filled when Andrew finally thrust his long cock
into Vlad’s hole.
Vlad moaned, a deep, low sound coming from the very bottom of
his throat.
“We need to be quiet,” Andrew reminded him, and then kissed
him in order to swallow any sounds the both of them might produce.
If anyone had overheard Vlad’s moaning, then they must have
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taken it for the pained sound produced by a dying man and not that of
two lovers enjoying themselves.
There was more to sex than just kissing, and when they both
managed to get themselves under control, to keep any noises they
made down to simple hard breathing and silent gasps, Vlad opened
his eyes to look at Andrew’s face.
He’d never seen so much concentration on another man’s features
before. Andrew seemed to be fighting to keep himself under control,
his eyes briefly squeezing shut as he attempted to hold off his
pleasure, and his mouth remained open. He gasped and panted as their
bodies punched together. Andrew’s thrusting was hard and fast, but
neither of them could make a sound over it.
“Love you, love you,” Andrew said.
Though Vlad’s heart jumped at the declaration, he told himself to
not become too excited over it. Likely it had simply stemmed from
the euphoric sensations running through Andrew’s body. Hell, at this
point in time, Vlad could have said the exact same thing and meant it.
But that was only the sex talking. They barely knew each other for
those kinds of emotions to be possible between them.
All too soon, Vlad wanted to come. His balls were heavy and
aching, his dick bobbed on top of his belly, and droplets of his cum
spilling onto his stomach.
No more drawing it out. He wanted more. He didn’t dare voice it,
lest he start moaning and keening instead of giving Andrew the
command to fuck him faster.
Vlad allowed his legs to slide down Andrew’s shoulders and ribs,
and Andrew slowed down long enough to allow Vlad to put his legs
around Andrew’s hips, squeezing them tightly together, and locking
his ankles together behind Andrew’s pumping ass.
He wondered if Andrew would ever let Vlad fuck his ass. It was
so round and perfect that Vlad could not help but want to be inside of
the other man. And though the shudders and groans Andrew made
pleased Vlad on the most basic level, he would much rather see
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Andrew’s face as Vlad pumped his cock in and out of Andrew’s
pucker. He wanted the privilege of knowing that what Andrew was
doing to him, Vlad could do in return.
Suddenly Vlad realized that that was where the true power lay. He
wanted to make Andrew feel this good forever.
Vlad threw his head back, and as the pulsing, sizzling, building
pleasure finally peaked inside of him and shot out through his cock,
he grabbed hold of one of the pillows and put it over his face, stifling
the loud yell that erupted from his throat.
His anal muscles squeezed down on Andrew’s cock, and Andrew
shuddered and fell on top of him.
He faintly heard the deep groan Andrew released and realized that
the other man was biting down in the pillow as he milked himself
inside of Vlad’s ass.
The pressure had been too much for the other man, it seemed.
Vlad pushed away the pillow he’d used, allowing all of Andrew’s
body weight to fall on top of his. Andrew was heavy, and his body
was uncomfortably hot against Vlad’s skin, but Vlad didn’t want to
move. He wrapped his arm around Andrew’s back and let his fingers
slide up and down Andrew’s back.
Andrew jerked a little under the touch, but didn’t move to get up
or get away from Vlad’s hand. “That tickles.”
Vlad’s lids were heavy, and the room became a dark blur as he
struggled to keep his eyes open. He couldn’t stop himself from
yawning, and then he did it again almost immediately after.
He heard Andrew chuckle. “I forgot vampires keep opposite
hours. Guess you would be tired after that.”
Vlad summoned the strength to open his eyes and promptly
decided to ignore the way Andrew was congratulating himself on his
skills in bed.
They looked at each other, and more of that worry came back into
Andrew’s eyes. He ran his finger through Vlad’s now-mussed-up hair.
“Having second thoughts?”
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He felt he needed to be truthful. “Yes. And no. I cannot deny that
it frightens me to leave. I’ve never known anything other than the
world my family has painted it as. I do not know how to care for
myself. If you ever grow weary of me―”
“I won’t,” Andrew promised. “That will never happen. To make
sure it doesn’t happen, and so that you’ll never be scared of it, I’ll
help you go to school.”
Vlad frowned. “But I already have been schooled.”
Andrew shook his head, that grin that suggested Vlad was being
cute returning to his face. “Not that kind of school. College. I can set
you up with a couple of courses to start off with, and you can decide
what you want to do to earn a living. Everything you bring in will be
yours. I won’t hide you away from the rest of the world like your
family did.”
The thought of having to earn his way was a strange one, but he
liked the idea of producing his own income and being free to do with
it as he wished. To no longer have to rely on Markus for an
allowance…
“I have always enjoyed preparing my own meals…” Vlad said,
half expecting a reprimand for admitting to such a mundane form of
enjoyment.
“There you go! Chefs make really good money. You could take
classes at night, and I can eat all your homework.”
Vlad laughed and allowed himself to sink into Andrew’s arms.
Then he became serious as the comfortable sensation made him a
little suspicious.
“Why are you doing this for me?”
Andrew looked down at him, and they held each other’s eyes for a
moment. Vlad watched as Andrew seemed to inwardly struggle with
what he was about to say.
“Because I mated with you. We’re mates.”
A brief sensation of shock overcame him, but that quickly melted
away as the perfect sensation that everything was more than all right
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in this new world of his overcame him.
Vlad leaned up and kissed his mate.
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Chapter Ten
James DeWitt hadn’t enjoyed watching one of his good friends be
taken away in that car, not with three other vampires, one of whom
Andrew kissed with all the passion befitting a lover.
Vampires were dangerous to werewolves. They were one step
above hunters, and that was during the best of times.
Despite those risks, Andrew had willingly gone off with them, and
James had been forced to turn back, the rest of his pack silent and
grim, as though they’d allowed Andrew to march to his death.
They likely had. Perhaps James should have stopped them, but
then he told himself no. Andrew had kissed that vampire. As odd as it
had been, James knew he wasn’t mistaken, and the only comfort he
was able to give himself over his possibly faulty decision was the fact
that Andrew was not a child. He was a grown man, a warrior in their
pack who, despite his shyness with speaking around the others, even
the people he knew, could very well take care of himself.
Andrew could be dead right now, but he could also be alive,
biding his time with that vampire.
There was no way in hell Andrew would have gone with them
instead of his pack if there wasn’t something about that vampire that
he wanted.
“Maybe they’re mates?”
James looked up at his mate. Corey was standing in the doorway
leading to the new bathroom that had just been installed to be their
own personal bathroom. The pack didn’t have a whole lot of money
until just recently, not until a new member of their team, a human
hunter of all people, mated with one of James’s omegas and brought
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with him a whole boatload of cash that he insisted on using to fix up
the cottages that everyone lived in.
Sometimes James felt bad for taking that human’s money, but
then he was able to comfort himself with the thought that Isaac had it
coming for being a hunter for so many years of his life. That, and he
was also teaching a number of the other alphas all about construction,
roofing, and siding. Those were skills that James’s pack could always
use.
James shook his head. “Two men mating are one thing, but a
vampire and a werewolf?”
“I thought there were stories about things like that?” Corey said,
his scarred fingers drumming against the wood of the doorway.
Corey did things like that, always tapping his fingers whenever he
was thinking.
“Yes, but those are just stories.”
“Vampires and werewolves are only supposed to be just stories,
too,” Corey said stubbornly. “Not to mention you have a pond on
your property that can bring people back to life.”
James smiled, trying to hold back the frustrated laugh that was
bubbling inside of him. “I think you have me there.”
There was still the matter of whether or not Andrew would return
safe and sound. It wasn’t like the man had called him to ask for help
yet.
“I’ll give him one more day. If he doesn’t show up by then, we’ll
have to go looking for him,” James said.
“I thought vampires didn’t have a scent that you could track,” said
Corey.
“That’s what I’m worried about.”
* * * *
Taking one of the cars right now was too dangerous, according to
Vlad.
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The other man had explained all the security surrounding the
garage, even during the day. If they took one of those beautiful-
looking Hummers, one of the human guards would be aware of it and
chase them down, and apparently there were trackers hidden in those
vehicles as well.
It was a real shame. Andrew had wanted to swipe one of those
beauties so bad. It would’ve been pretty awesome if he’d showed
back up at DeWitt’s pack with a mate on his arm and a cool new ride.
Not to mention that the tinted windows would’ve made daytime
escape ideal.
No can do. It was officially out of the question, which meant that
Andrew would have to take his new mate out of here during the night,
the both of them slinking off like thieves or something.
Andrew grinned at the thought. Technically, he was stealing
another man’s betrothed.
“What are you smiling at?” Vlad asked.
Andrew shook his head. “Nothing. Don’t fill your suitcase too
much. Pack light. We don’t want anyone to notice you’re missing for
the first couple of hours, and we’ll be going on foot until we can find
a ride.”
The drive from Brampton, where his pack was situated, to this
giant house hadn’t been that long, but stealthily trying to get away on
foot would definitely take a lot more time.
“How long and fast can you run for?”
Vlad finished forcing the zipper around his suitcase. “I’ve never
timed myself, but I can go for pretty fast spurts. I get tired quickly,
though.”
Andrew nodded. That would have to do. He checked his watch.
Another hour before the sun was down all the way, and the vampires
of this house would be waking up several minutes before that.
“You sure you don’t want to, I don’t know, leave a note or
something for your other brothers?”
They’d spoken during the day, always keeping their voices low,
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and always keeping one ear out for any possible noises coming from
the other side of their door. They’d moved their little party into Vlad’s
bedroom, but they still had to be careful.
Vlad had spoken about his other two brothers, and though there
was not much love held for Damion―as the second son, his attitude
was apparently no better than that of his king brother―it was Ivan
that Vlad spoke about with the most affection. He didn’t even talk
about his mother the same way he did about his favorite older brother.
Vlad shook his head, though his shoulders sagged a big. “Ivan
keeps mostly to himself. He sees things. Father nearly sent him to an
asylum because of the things he said he saw.”
Vlad bit his lower lip, exposing his fangs. “He and I got on best,
but still not enough to warrant me staying. I’m sure if I were able to
tell him, he would wish me well and send us on our way.”
After the revelation about the asylum, Andrew was keen to think
so, too.
The next hour was spent in jitters. Andrew was constantly
checking his watch and listening for any hard stomping footsteps
outside of Vlad’s bedroom door. He was waiting for someone to
finally come and check to make sure that Andrew was a corpse, find
no body in that spare room, and then come looking in here.
No one came, and after Vlad slathered himself in sunscreen,
enough to use almost the entire bottle, fifteen minutes before full
sundown, he finally said it. “Let’s go.”
“Thank God. I was getting anxious,” Andrew said, reaching out
and taking hold of Vlad’s hand.
It was still greasy with all the sunscreen he’d used.
“I know. I can hear your heart beating.”
They moved toward the window. Vlad had told him that he felt
like he was in a prison, but he was definitely not locked in. Still, they
couldn’t just walk out the front doors.
“Don’t get any ideas about feeding from me until we’re out,”
Andrew teased, but only half joking. “Gonna need my strength for
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this.”
“I know,” Vlad said, but he wasn’t joking even by half.
Everything about his body language was serious. He was about to
leave his family, the people he both loved and hated, for a werewolf, a
creature who up until recently he saw as being beneath him.
“I’ll make sure you never regret this,” Andrew said, squeezing his
hand until Vlad was looking at him. “I promise.”
Vlad leaned in and kissed him.
Then they opened the window and climbed outside.
They were only on the first floor, so their drop down onto the
grass was soft and silent.
“The guards will be switching their rotation,” Vlad said. “We just
have to keep along the shrubs and we should be able to get by.”
“Are there any cameras we need to watch out for?” Andrew
asked. He could smell the humans at least, and how strong their scents
were let him know when the last time was that they were walking
around these areas. Some scents were strong, others were weak. It
was hard to tell if they would be coming back one more time before
the vampire guards took over for the night.
“Some, but not many. The guards usually patrol the blind spots.
That’s where we need to go.”
Fantastic.
Vlad was practically dragging Andrew along, and Andrew sensed
the other man’s eagerness to escape now that they were finally doing
it. It was a comfort. Vlad wanted to do this. He wanted him. He hadn’t
scoffed at Andrew’s confession, and now they were going to be
together.
Because the property didn’t actually belong to the king, there were
no gates surrounding the house. The driveway was gated, but that was
it. Andrew ducked down behind one of the huge stone water fountains
when Vlad prompted him, and together they both peeked out from
behind it.
The scent of the humans was much closer now, and Andrew
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watched with nervous anticipation as they still dawdled around the
area. They looked like they would be tough to handle in a fight, if
there were five of them up against Andrew, but they also looked
bored out of their minds.
He wasn’t about to use that as an excuse to let his guard down.
Human guards they may be, but there were enough of them to cause
problems, and they would have tranq guns on them, too, and Tasers,
and all sorts of gadgets that would make it a pain in the ass to escape.
“Thought they were switching their rotation,” Andrew said, his
heart hammering with impatience as these guys just continued to
patrol around. Any second the vampire guards would be coming and
then it would be too late.
“They’re supposed to be,” Vlad said, his voice just as tense.
They each gripped the other’s hand tightly as they watched the
guards. Andrew was tempted just to take his mate and run away with
him right now, or transform and give them something to chase so that
Vlad could get out of here before they lost the advantage of being in
the dim sunlight.
The guards made the decision for them by finally signaling to
each other that it was time to go. They called to each other that the
end of their rotation had come, and as one, they began shutting and
walking back to the house and wherever the servants’ entrance was.
“Now, go, go.”
They kept low but ran as quickly as they could. There were no
gates for them to climb, but that was a long stretch of lawn with no
cover at all to hide behind. There was the line of trees and shrubs off
the property, and they ran for that like the guns were already going off
behind them.
Andrew was the one dragging Vlad behind him as they ran. The
fear that one of those stupid vamp guards could walk out at any
second and see them was very real, and it was the driving force
behind the speed he pushed into his legs.
Then they were there, running through the unkempt shrubs that
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became large and heavy trees, but Andrew didn’t dare stop. They kept
going until the scents and sounds of the house behind them
disappeared, and then Andrew pushed on for another five minutes.
He would’ve kept going, but Vlad started to tug on his arm,
forcing him to slow down and then stop entirely as he took note of the
state of his mate.
Vlad’s cheeks looked puffy and red. He panted and had to catch
himself by putting his hands on his knees. Not for the first time,
Andrew was reminded of Vlad’s privileged background. He might be
a vampire, but he was not the warrior that Andrew was.
“Sorry,” Andrew said.
Vlad shook his head, and Andrew was encouraged by the smile on
his face, despite his heavy panting. “It’s all right, but I must ask that
we walk for the next ten minutes or so.”
If they wanted to get a proper head start and be back at Andrew’s
pack in a timely manner, they would have to be faster than that. “Five
minutes.”
Then Andrew noted that Vlad wasn’t carrying his suitcase
anymore. When did that happen? “Where’s your bag?” he asked.
“I lost it back there. I couldn’t carry it any longer.”
Andrew must’ve made a face, because Vlad took on a look of
worry. “Is that bad?”
It was very bad. When the vamps came looking it would give the
guards the direction he and Vlad had gone off in.
Too late to go back for it now. For all Andrew knew they were
already looking. Maybe they’d even found the case.
“We have to keep moving,” Andrew said, grabbing Vlad’s hand.
“Let’s go.”
* * * *
Stelig reached down and picked up the discarded suitcase. It was a
quality brand, and aside from being slightly mangled—had that
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werewolf thrown it away?—it was still in excellent condition.
It belonged to the prince, he was sure of it, but it was not his place
to open the heavy case to examine the contents, so he brought it to
Lord Dragunov.
“My lord, this was found just over there,” he said as the case
exchanged hands.
That bastard foreigner didn’t so much as give Stelig a nod of
acknowledgement.
He opened the zipper and began pulling out several articles of
clothing, books, bottles of water, small packets of food, and the few
small devices that Vlad favored. Then the man shook out the bag,
dumping its contents onto the ground, as though searching for
something else.
“My lord—”
“They went this way,” Lord Boris said, pointing in the direction
he wanted them to go. “Not far ahead now.”
Stelig would be lying if he didn’t admit that he despised being
ordered around by a man who was not even a member of the royal
family, even if it was to find the wayward prince.
Stelig bowed and stepped out of Lord Dragunov’s way as the
Russian lord marched off. Whether Stelig liked it or not, it was by
following Lord Dragunov’s lead that had brought them this far in the
first place. He was an excellent tracker. Stelig certainly wouldn’t have
known to go running and searching in this direction, and if he said
they were to continue on in this direction, and that the prince and his
kidnapper were not far off, then Stelig would follow him.
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Chapter Eleven
They’d made it about halfway back to Andrew’s pack. They had
to stop several times so that Vlad could catch his breath, and that was
definitely a slowdown. It was a shame Vlad had lost his suitcase,
because he knew there were water bottles inside of it. Andrew was
getting pretty thirsty now, too, but he could handle it. He’d grown up
going without, Vlad hadn’t.
With nothing else to give to his mate, Andrew allowed him to take
a small drink of blood from his vein.
It was supposed to be small. Vlad latched onto him and seemed to
suck back until Andrew was forced to push him off.
“I’m sorry,” Vlad said, wiping at his mouth and still panting like
he’d never known rest in his life.
Andrew shook the dizziness of blood loss out of his eyes. “It’s all
right. This is harder than I thought it would be.”
Vlad put his back to one of the trees, lifted his knees, and then
rested his forehead against them. He groaned as though agreeing with
him.
Andrew didn’t regret it, though. Vlad didn’t say he did, either.
Andrew hated having to do it, but they couldn’t stop moving.
Maybe he could transform into his wolf and Vlad could ride him the
rest of the way? Andrew wouldn’t be able to run full speed with the
added weight, but with only half the distance left to go, it might make
the trip a lot faster than what it was right now.
Mind made up, Andrew pushed himself to his feet and gently put
his hands under Vlad’s arms to pull him up. “Come on. We―”
He stopped at the sound of a twig snapping, and he shot his head
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up to look around.
Vlad weakly got back onto his feet. “You’re right. I’m just so―”
“Shh.” Andrew put his hand over Vlad’s mouth. In his shock over
the act, Vlad didn’t attempt to speak anymore.
He didn’t need to. Andrew saw it all over his face and in those red
eyes. What’s wrong? they said.
He wasn’t sure. That twig had snapped several yards, maybe even
a couple of acres, behind them.
Not necessarily a big deal when you were in the forest. All sorts
of animals could make noises like that.
The problem was, with the way the wind blew down on them, if it
had been an animal coming from that direction, even at that distance,
Andrew should’ve been able to smell them.
He scented nothing.
“We need to go, right now,” Andrew said.
“What?”
He transformed so quickly that his borrowed clothing shredded.
As a grey wolf, he shook out was remained of the strips of cloth from
his fur.
He looked up at Vlad, and then he bent down on his front paws
just enough, hoping the other man understood the hint.
Thankfully he did, and Vlad climbed on just as Andrew shot off,
running as though their lives depended on it. Which they did, he
supposed.
No sooner had he really started running did the sounds of hyena-
like laughter fill his ears. The vampires knew he was running, and
they were giving chase.
Unlike Vlad, these vampires were trained warriors, and they
would be able to keep up with his pace. Maybe even catch him.
No, don’t think that. Don’t think that. You’re almost home. James
will help us!
He just had to get close enough so that when he called his alpha
through their shared link, the other man would be able to hear him
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and send out help.
“Jesus Christ!”
Vlad’s shocked yell had Andrew looking over to the side, and the
predatory smile on the lips of the big, red-eyed vampire was enough
to make Andrew’s heart jump top.
Fuck. These guys were fast.
Just as the vampire guard reached out his hands for Vlad, Andrew
quickly smacked into him, sending the vampire flying into a heavy
pine tree.
He doubted that would stop the guy, unless Andrew had gotten
lucky and the vamp had been staked on one of the branches.
He doubted he was going to get lucky.
He couldn’t smell them, but now that they were no longer
focusing on stealth, with the loss of their surprise attack, he could
hear them. They were still only hairs behind his tail, but now Andrew
could make out the sounds of several pairs of heavy footsteps chasing
him through the trees.
There were lots of them. So many. Holy God, it must’ve been the
entire team of vampire guards from back at the house. If they caught
Andrew now, he wouldn’t be able to fight them off. They were going
to kill him.
“My lord! Run ahead and I’ll flank his right!”
“Get men on his left! Box them in!”
“Don’t let him escape with the prince!”
They yelled instructions to each other as though Andrew wouldn’t
be able to understand what they were saying in his wolf form. Maybe
that was exactly what they thought.
It didn’t matter what they thought. Andrew wasn’t about to stop.
He’d let his legs fall off first. He was going to outrun them. Because
unless they were the suicidal ones, they wouldn’t chase him directly
onto the property of a pack of werewolves. He could see in the dark
just as well as they could. He just needed to―
“Andrew!”
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Vlad’s shout came too late for Andrew to react to it. It felt like a
wrecking ball had been swung into his gut, knocking the wind out of
him and launching him and Vlad into the trees pretty much the same
way Andrew had done it to that last vampire.
The tree was smaller than the last one at least, and it snapped
easily under his weight. Before Andrew could groggily get to his feet
and shake off all the twigs and pine needles and such, more weight
was pressing down onto him. Arms and hands, as strong as steel,
locked around his paws and neck. Large bodies climbed on top of his
back.
With a ferocious start, Andrew realized they were trying to put
him down. He snarled and swiped at them. Bared his teeth and bit
down on whatever got in the way of his teeth.
He flung himself around like a wild animal. Two of the vampires
were thrown from his back. The rest clung to him and were as hard to
scratch off as fleas. When he bit down on another vampire’s arm, two
more came up and locked their hands over his jaws. The way they’d
grabbed him forced his mouth open while preventing him from biting
down on their fingers like he wanted without hurting himself.
Not that it already didn’t hurt to begin with. Jesus H. Christ! They
were going to rip his jaws apart!
Andrew whined from the pain, unable to hold back the sound as
he was forced down onto his side or else have his jaws ripped apart.
“No! Stop it!”
Vlad ran up to one of the guards holding onto Andrew and tried to
pry them off. It was enough chaos that Andrew was able to briefly
free his mouth and snap at the nearest leg of one of the guards before
those fingers clamped down on his lips and jawbone again.
More of the guards came forward, and they needed three of them
to stop Vlad’s thrashing and kicking.
Andrew snarled and tried to fight again as his mate was pulled
away. He was kicked repeatedly in the stomach for that one. Again
and again and again, until he had no air, his lungs wouldn’t work, and
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he vomited all over one of the guards still holding onto his mouth.
He backed away, cursing and shaking the puke from his arms and
jacket. The other vampires laughed at him, and Andrew was kicked
promptly in the face for having the nerve to soil the clothing of one of
his attackers.
Though his mouth was free once more, and he could’ve fought, he
knew he should, Andrew just didn’t have the strength. His beating
took it all out of him, and he was helpless to do anything but watch as
Vlad was dragged away, yelling and screaming.
Strips of leather were used to hog tie his paws together and to
keep his long mouth shut. He could do little more than growl weakly
at his attackers for what they were doing to him and his mate.
“Got him down easier than I thought we would.”
Easy?
“No, look. See the bits of blood on his fur, right here at the neck?”
They were crowding around him, examining him the way a group
of children would examine an injured bird they’d found.
“Prince Vlad must’ve fed from him.”
“Disgusting.” One of the vampires spat near Andrew’s head.
“Who would want to drink from a werewolf?”
“Guess the prince didn’t want to run away with this thing after
all.”
Their voices were far away, and Andrew couldn’t listen to them
any longer. He passed out to their banter and to the sound of Vlad’s
angered yelling. All he could think about the entire time was how
he’d failed.
* * * *
Boris liked slapping Vlad, because he knew Vlad hated it. Vlad
would rather take a real punch, but Boris would slap him instead
because he wanted Vlad to feel demeaned and little, like he was too
frail to take a man’s hit.
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Vlad was never allowed to retaliate on the simple reason that
Markus wanted the connection to Boris’s empire back in Russia, so he
never did anything but stand there when Boris was in the mood to hit
him.
This time, all things considered, when the sharp smack of that
hand across his cheek registered in his mind, Vlad lost it.
He saw red. Literally, his vision turned to the color of blood as he
roared and went on the attack.
If Vlad hadn’t been so goddamn angry, he might’ve found the
shocked expression on Boris’s face to be funny. As it was, he just
wanted to rip the man’s throat out and drink all of his blood.
Lord Dragunov was a warrior, however, and even though Vlad got
the jump on him, even managed to push him down onto his back in
the patchy grass and dirt and get a few hits in, Boris knocked Vlad off
of him with ease.
Vlad had never seen Boris so enraged. He’d never seen the man’s
face covered with blood before either. Had Vlad really done that?
Maybe he would get lucky and those long lines down the other man’s
face would scar.
Then again, Boris might just enjoy having them if they made him
look any more ferocious.
“You worthless little shit,” Boris sneered, his hand clamping
down on Vlad’s throat, gripping tight. It felt like he was breathing
through a straw. “You dare put your small, weak hands on me? You
belong to me! You do as I tell you to do! You dare dishonor me by
letting that wolf touch you?”
He kept going on and on about the dishonor that Vlad had placed
on him by fornicating with Andrew, by running away with a
werewolf, and by choosing such a creature over Boris’s noble form.
Vlad could barely hear him. Boris never let up on his grip, and
soon all the blood that had rushed to Vlad’s head was not going back
down again. His face became hot, and his ears started to ring until he
couldn’t hear anything at all.
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Then the grip on his neck was removed, and his hot cheeks were
slapped again and again, hard, until he was better able to pay attention
to the man above him.
Boris grabbed him by his collar and actually shook him a little.
“You listen to me when I speak!”
Vlad coughed. “Who told you?”
For the second time since he’d known the other vampire, Boris’s
face paled in shock, and then, for the first time, he punched Vlad in
the head.
Vlad saw white sunlight behind his eyes. Boris hadn’t even hit
him that hard, and Vlad didn’t think he would bruise, but the hard
knock of those knuckles against his skull almost made him pass out.
Boris got to his feet and paced, shaking his fists around as he
spoke in rapid Russian. Vlad didn’t know a lick of Russian, but he
didn’t doubt that the other man was just complaining, very loudly, to
himself about Vlad’s mistreatment of him.
Maybe the other man wouldn’t want to be joined to him after this.
Vlad might’ve felt happy about that if he wasn’t convinced that Boris
would just want to kill Andrew if he couldn’t bring himself to be
joined with Vlad.
His fears were confirmed when Boris signalled to one of the
guards and made a cutting motion across his neck.
“No!” Vlad shot up and ran for the other guard to stop him as he
pulled a knife from his boot. Andrew was just lying there! He was
completely helpless, and they were going to kill him!
Boris stretched his arm out and snagged hold of Vlad before he
could reach the guard. With the speed he was running at, he nearly
knocked Boris back onto the ground, and the Russian lord grunted
with the effort of keeping Vlad still.
Vlad hadn’t known he could be so strong, but it wasn’t nearly
enough, and that guard was still moving toward Andrew with the
knife in his hand.
“Stop! I command you to stop!”
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He didn’t listen, didn’t even stop to look back. They were obeying
Boris’s orders and no one else.
He did the only thing he could think of doing. He kissed Boris,
full on the mouth, just the way Andrew had kissed him and Vlad
liked.
Again, the man was stunned, but he wasn’t overcome by lust or
the need to do as Vlad wanted. Instead he pushed him away and held
him at arm’s length, looking down at him as though Vlad might have
lost his mind. “What is the meaning of this?”
“Don’t kill him. I’ll go away with you. I’ll do whatever you want
me to do and won’t fight you, just don’t kill him.”
“You cannot think to seduce me with your desperate―”
Vlad kissed him again, and this time Boris was a little more
susceptible to it. He allowed Vlad to kiss him, to open his lips with
his tongue. When Vlad reached down and palmed the swollen bulge
he felt growing there, Boris pulled back once more.
It seemed the guards had all stopped what they were doing, even
the one who had been ordered to kill Andrew, to see what was going
on. None of them had any lust in their eyes, not the way Boris did.
No, they recognized what Vlad was doing and were waiting to see
if the orders would change.
What killed Vlad on the inside was when he looked down at
Andrew and saw that his eyes were open. Andrew had seen Vlad
kissing Boris, fondling him like he was an animal in heat. Those
golden eyes were sad, the face downcast and nearly soulless with
despair, and he heaved a small, painful cry.
Vlad had to look away from him. He couldn’t take the guilt.
Boris motioned for the guards to wait for him, and he dragged
Vlad off, further into the trees.
This was it, he realized with the worst sort of nauseating disgust
creeping into his stomach. He’d offered himself, and Boris was going
to take his payment now.
They kept going at least twenty feet farther into the trees, until
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Vlad could no longer see the party of guards keeping watch over
Andrew, but he panicked when they stopped.
They could not do this here! Andrew would hear them! He would
be able to smell it!
“My lord, please, can we not go farther―”
Boris’s strong grip on Vlad’s shoulders silenced him. “You will
make the wolf leave.”
Vlad didn’t understand. “Pardon?”
Boris shook him a little. His accent was thicker than ever when he
spoke. “That is a werewolf. When they believe something to be theirs,
they become stubborn, idiot creatures. Do you understand me?” Boris
said, his red eyes sharp and square face twisted down into a snarl.
Vlad understood, and his heart sank. He was going to have to
make Andrew want to leave him. They were mated, Andrew had said.
He had sworn an oath of loyalty to Vlad just to come along with him
to a house filled with vampires, but Vlad would need to turn his back
on that, on every risk Andrew had ever made, to save his life.
Vlad was going to have to do his best to make sure Andrew knew
that he wanted nothing from him, that Vlad had changed his mind and
wanted to go back.
Vlad’s heart fluttered with the thought of what he was about to do,
and his tear ducts worked overtime while his throat closed up.
“I understand,” he said before it became too painful to speak.
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Chapter Twelve
Andrew wanted to die at the sight of his mate willingly pressing
himself against another man, especially the one who cared nothing at
all for him.
As soon as he pulled himself out of the black hole he’d sunk into
at the sight, he told himself that, no, Vlad had wanted to go with him.
Vlad was his mate. He’d chosen to be with Andrew, and Andrew had
woken up to see stranger things.
Vlad was being forced to do that. There was no doubt in Andrew’s
mind.
Now, however, he just needed to figure out what these vampires
planned to do with them.
Andrew shifted out of his wolf form, but he was still bound. The
second the vamps noticed the shift in his body, realizing what he was
doing, they jumped on him again, and he had no choice but to let
them bind his now-human arms and legs.
It was the most degrading thing he’d ever experienced, being tied
up naked to a tree and entirely helpless.
He could break these leather binds, he knew it, but only if he
struggled against them for a couple of minutes, stretching them out
until he could slip free.
The three vampire guards, all of whom were staring down at him
right now, waiting for him to so much as twitch, were not going to let
him do that.
Vlad and that Lord Boris whatever his name was were gone a long
time, and Andrew had nothing to do but keep his ears open. There
were no sounds of a struggle or grunting and moaning, and the scent
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of sex didn’t fill the air. That was the only reason why Andrew held
still now. If he did started to hear any of those sounds, he was
probably going to get shot in the head, because that would be the only
thing that would stop him from ripping the throat out of that vampire
lord.
Andrew breathed a sigh of relief when they came back after what
must’ve been a good half an hour of being away.
Vlad didn’t look so good. There was a scuff of what looked like
dirt on his forehead, but then Andrew recognized it as a healing
bruise.
Did that motherfucker hit him?
Andrew was going to tear that man’s hands off the first chance he
got!
Vlad looked at Andrew, on his knees with his hands behind his
back, his whole body exposed to these vampires while his legs and
wrists were bound to that fucking tree behind him.
Then Vlad turned to look at Boris. The man nodded and Vlad
approached him.
The guards stepped back, but then Vlad snapped at them. “Leave
us.”
They looked amongst each other, confused, and then they turned
to their leader.
Again, Boris said nothing, just nodded his head, and the vampire
stepped away.
They didn’t leave like Vlad had ordered, but now there was a wide
circle of space surrounding them. At least fifteen feet of privacy.
Andrew couldn’t believe it. “What did you do to them?”
Vlad licked his lips. “Andrew James, I am very honored by your
affection for me, especially considering that I was the one to force
you into this situation―”
“Vlad―”
“But I must see to the honor of my family before I let my selfish
intentions destroy us both.”
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He was still sure that Vlad was being forced into saying these
things, kind of, but that didn’t stop Andrew’s heart from hammering
in his chest at those cold words.
He looked up and around at the vampires standing around. They
would hear every word Andrew said to Vlad, and they would know it
if he tried to make some kind of signal to him.
If Andrew’s voice was uneven because he was nervous that Vlad
was being serious in his decision, then all the better for these
vampires to see.
“I made an oath to you. You are my mate, and I’m sorry for
failing to deliver you from them, but I won’t give you up so easily.”
Vlad’s red eyes shone at the declaration. He looked at everything
but Andrew. “I am the one who must apologize. I thought I knew
what I wanted, but I became afraid. I dropped my suitcase on purpose,
Andrew.”
Andrew’s heart thundered beneath his ribs. Lying. Vlad was lying,
he had to be.
Andrew played along in what he hoped was just a show for the
vampires, and he shook his head, his eyes wide. “I don’t believe you.”
“Then I drank from you to weaken you, so that you could not fight
back against my brother’s guards.”
Okay, now he was getting to sound like he wasn’t acting for the
sake of the men standing around them.
Vlad seemed sincere in his words, but that could easily be the
despair he felt over having to say such things to his mate.
Then again, Andrew could be just making excuses for him, simply
because he wanted to believe in Vlad so much, that the vampire
would choose him. A lot of people did things like that for the people
they loved and had their faith destroyed for it.
“You remember when I told you that we were mated?”
“How could I forget? It was only this morning,” Vlad said dryly.
Andrew ignored him, along with the rising anger that bubbled
inside of him. “I told you that I didn’t want to tell you right away
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because I was worried that you would turn your back on me for being
a werewolf.”
“Yes.”
“Look at me!”
Vlad’s eyes snapped up, his face alert and shocked from being
suddenly yelled at.
“I was afraid that you wouldn’t want to leave behind your life as a
prince to live with a poor werewolf. Is that what you’re doing now?”
Andrew held his breath, waiting for an answer. Vlad seemed to
struggle just to breathe.
“Yes, I’ve thought about it and I have changed my mind. For
God’s sake Andrew, I cannot even keep up with you while running
through the forest. Could you not see that my heart wasn’t in it?”
Was that what it was? Was Vlad purposely stalling, always calling
for rests because he grew more and more frightened the farther away
from his family he went?
“I’m sorry to tell you like this, Andrew. I truly am, but I was too
ashamed to admit it, and now that my betrothed is here, I am forced to
confess. They will let you live, but you must go back to your family
now and never come back.”
“You know I can’t do that,” Andrew said through clenched teeth.
He couldn’t help it, either Vlad was a very good actor and lying to
spare Andrew’s life, or he was telling the truth, and Andrew was
having a hard time figuring out which was which.
“I am fond of you, Andrew. That much is still true. Please, do not
give them cause to kill you.”
The begging in Vlad’s eyes was definitely real. If nothing else
was real, the fact that he didn’t want Andrew to die tonight was
definitely real.
Andrew let all the hurt, embarrassment, and anger he felt show on
his face, and Vlad had to get up and step back just to be away from it.
“Fine. You go ahead and bond or join or whatever the hell it is you
fucking vampires do and be miserable for the rest of your life. I don’t
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care.”
Vlad bit his lips together, and then he nodded and walked back to
Boris, his back straight and his head held high.
Just watching him take Boris’s meaty hand into his own and lace
their fingers together damn near made Andrew insane with rage. He
fought to get out of the leather straps that bound him, and the rage
only intensified to the point where he could hardly think when he
couldn’t free himself.
“Let me go! Fucking get these things off me!” he roared.
Boris must’ve given the signal, because another one of the
vampire guards came forward with a huge knife and sliced through
the leather like it was made of sewing string instead of animal hide.
Andrew jumped to his feet when he was free, and with one last
glare at the lot of them, he started walking again in the direction of his
pack. Christ, if only he had some pants on him. There was nothing
worse than trying to walk away with his dignity while he was buck-
ass naked and all those vampires watched.
Boris barked the order to his men that sent them out, and Andrew
stopped and clenched his fists so hard that his fingernails cut into his
palms.
Vlad didn’t say something like, I don’t love you, or, I hate you,
vile werewolf creature. No, he told Andrew that he was having second
thoughts, and that he wanted to honor his family by marrying that
vampire lord.
If only Vlad had just told him that he hated him, that he despised
his werewolf guts and never wanted to see him again, Andrew
would’ve known in an instant that it was all an act.
Instead he had to say something as serious as, “I’m fond of you
and I don’t want them to kill you. I’ve changed my mind.”
Andrew wanted to punch and kick and snarl and just outright kill
something. Vlad changed his mind. Maybe he really had only kissed
Boris like that to save Andrew’s life, because there was no way
Andrew would ever believe Vlad was suddenly in lust with that man,
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but he was still making the decision to leave Andrew for him. If it
hadn’t been real, Vlad would’ve found a way to signal him. He was
smart enough to do that.
Unless that vampire lord threatened Andrew if Vlad wasn’t
convincing enough.
That thought made Andrew half turn. The vampires were nearly
gone through the trees, but he could still see them.
Boris was walking with his arm possessively around Vlad’s
shoulder, and for whatever reason, maybe he sensed Andrew looking,
but Vlad turned his head and looked back.
Their eyes met.
There it was. There was the signal that Andrew was looking for,
and he felt like an idiot for not having more faith.
It wasn’t like he didn’t think Vlad would do something like this,
after all.
I’ll come back for you, he thought, wishing with all his might that
Vlad was a werewolf and not a vampire so that Andrew’s message
would be sent to him through the telepathic link that two mated
wolves shared.
Since he couldn’t say it to him, Andrew shifted back into his wolf
and ran with everything he had back in the direction of his pack. He
would be able to make it back fast now that he didn’t have another
person to worry about. Hopefully James would be happy to see him
and willing to help.
* * * *
Vlad choked a little on gasping breaths when Andrew turned his
back on him, shifted into his wolf, and then disappeared through the
trees.
That was it. He was gone forever and Vlad would never see him
ever again. He would only remember him by the angry snarl on his
face as Vlad told him that he was a coward and didn’t want to leave
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after all.
Boris’s heavy arm around Vlad’s shoulder felt like it weighed a
thousand pounds. It made him hunch over, or maybe he was only
doing that because he was still having trouble breathing.
Eventually, Boris grew tired of the noise and pushed him into one
of the trees, slamming his elbow into Vlad’s neck until he had no
choice but to cease making all noise.
It was hard to cry when you couldn’t breathe.
“You weep for that creature? You should weep for joy that I still
take you!”
Vlad couldn’t breathe. He couldn’t even take in the smallest of
breaths to answer Boris’s accusation.
As much as he would just like to suffocate, to die just to make the
heartbreak end, his body’s natural instinct for air seemed to
overpower even his grief, and Vlad struggled against Boris’s bearlike
hold.
One of the guards shouted at him. “My lord! You will strangle
him!”
“I am a lord! He is a peasant with nothing! You would dare
choose him over me!”
Vlad developed tunnel vision, and everything Boris said echoed in
his ears, as though Boris were screaming from far away. His struggles
weakened as the need for air overcame everything else.
Then Vlad dropped to the ground. It took him a couple of seconds
to realize what had happened. One of the guards was pouring cool
water from a bottle over his lips, while the others fended off Boris,
gripping his arms, even as he struggled and raged, until finally the
vampire lord threw them off of him with a roar.
The guards seemed satisfied with just making sure that Boris kept
his distance for the moment. Vlad was both grateful for their help and
angry about it at the same time.
They might be taking orders from Lord Dragunov, but they would
never allow him to attack their king’s brother.
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If they really wanted to do anything for Vlad, they should have let
him escape with Andrew.
Just thinking about Andrew and the look on his face when Vlad
told him those things was enough to make him squeeze his eyes shut
against the pain in his chest.
“My lord, you go too far!” one of the guards shouted.
Vlad snapped his eyes open and looked up. He could hardly
believe what he was seeing. Stelig.
What in the hell―? Why would he be here unless…
Unless he had told Vlad's brother of his affair with Andrew. That's
how Boris and the others knew to run after them.
“Get out of my way, you simple creature. He belongs to me,”
Boris said, as though he was demanding the rights to a toy figurine
instead of a breathing individual.
Stelig wouldn’t be moved. “Until you marry, he is the king’s to
deal with. You shall not lay a hand on his noble person!”
Vlad had risen to his feet and was just contemplating charging
after Stelig and ripping his throat out when he realized what the other
vampire had said.
Stelig, though Vlad might want to kill him for the betrayal, was
going to make certain that Boris could not make a claim on Vlad until
the night when they joined.
Vlad didn’t have to lay back and allow himself to be raped this
night. He might despise Stelig, but if allowing the other man to live
would bring about that good news, then Vlad wouldn’t complain too
much.
Boris shook with his rage, and then he glared at Vlad. Boris
muttered something in Russian and then stormed off, leading their
group back to the house.
Stelig approached Vlad. “Are you well, sire?”
Vlad glared at him. “Was it you who poisoned Andrew?”
He looked confused before his eyes lit up with the memory. “The
werewolf? Not personally, no, but I was the one to set it in motion. I
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informed your brother of your betrayal, though he had hoped to keep
it from your betrothed. We had no choice but to tell Boris when it was
discovered that you fled during the early hours of the night.”
“When you checked on Andrew’s room and didn’t find a body,
you mean,” Vlad snapped.
Stelig didn’t even have the decency to look abashed at being
caught. He reached his hand out and took hold of Vlad’s arm instead.
“Come, highness. I have orders to return you safely home.”
Vlad yanked his arm away and stared walking. “I don’t need help
from you.”
“Highness―”
“I said, leave me alone.” If Vlad was going to walk back to his
prison, he was going to do it with no one else holding his hand or
whatever nonsense.
The rest of the guards spared him from having to bite their heads
off on the matter as well by letting him walk on his own, though he
could always sense their eyes on him, as though they were getting
ready should he decide to run away.
They need not worry themselves. Vlad had no one to run to.
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Chapter Thirteen
Andrew didn’t know what to expect when he arrived back on
familiar pack land. There were definitely the odd looks here and there
from the omegas he’d woken up and the alphas who were patrolling
the land, keeping everyone safe from wild and rival werewolves and
hunters. None of whom had expected to see him, that much was clear,
but no one attacked him either.
At least that meant he wasn’t cast off. He’d sworn loyalty to Vlad,
but apparently, swearing loyalty to a mate, and not another alpha
werewolf, still made him part of his pack.
Thank God for that.
Isaac was up and awake. He was the only human who lived on
pack land, and he also took on alpha duties because of his skills with
guns and knives and his extensive knowledge of the inner workings of
hunters.
The man ran up to Andrew, looked him up and down under the
lamplight that lit up the whole of the pack territory in yellow light,
and then said, “You look like shit.”
He felt like it, too. “Please tell me that James is here.”
James was known to stick around a lot more ever since he’d
mated with Corey, but there were still the times when the leading
alpha would do his duty to the pack and go out on patrol. Andrew was
still getting used to being able to smell everyone again, and every
single scent, old and new, of the thirty plus people who lived on the
few acres of land here was overpowering him.
He wouldn’t be able to tell if James was standing right behind him
right now.
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Isaac took his mind off that little problem. “Yeah, he just got back
from patrol ten minutes ago. Can’t you smell him?”
Andrew tried not to let his annoyance show on his face. “I need to
see him. Right now.”
Isaac stepped out of his way, his hands raised as though he
expected Andrew to bite his head off. “Okay, don’t let me stop you.
Where’ve you been? I thought you went off with a vampire?”
“I did,” Andrew snapped, running across the clearing in the
middle of all of the cabins and trailers to James’s house.
Of all the cabins, it was by far the largest and nicest, even with all
the renovations to the rest of the houses that Isaac had been paying for
with some inheritance from his parents.
Only James, his mate, and the pack’s wise woman lived in there.
He half expected the door to be locked, but it wasn’t, and he let
himself inside and ran down the dark hallway, his feet stomping
against the brand-new hardwood floors.
Maybe it was the noise that did it, but James barrelled out of his
bedroom, as naked as Andrew was, his eyes bright and searching for
whoever had intruded upon his home. Andrew had never seen his
scarred face appear so ferocious. Not since the day when he received
those scars, at any rate.
Light from his bedroom spilled into the dark hallway, and Andrew
noted the difference in his alpha’s eyes when James finally noticed
that the intruder was a friend, and not some enemy who wanted to kill
them. They went from blood-crazed attack mode to relief.
“James,” Andrew said, his voice choking. He hadn’t realized just
how much he missed being home, and the fact that James wasn’t
immediately barking at him to get out was a blessing that Andrew
really needed.
James must’ve seen the relief in Andrew’s eyes, because he held
open his arms, and Andrew went into them.
Both fully aware that they were still naked―James must not have
bothered to change into anything after he returned from his
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patrol―they kept their embrace short. Their bodies were apart as
much as could be possible, considering they were hugging, and their
arms stayed up high around the shoulders. They slapped each other’s
backs and stepped back, but James kept his hands on Andrew’s arms.
“Where did you go? What happened?”
Andrew could barely gulp back his relief. “I tried speaking with
you, the closer I came to pack territory. I was so scared that I wasn’t a
part of the pack anymore when I couldn’t reach you.”
When Andrew had made the mental call for help as he came
closer, he did fear that his connection to his pack had vanished for
good. Considering he had turned his back on them, he wouldn’t have
been surprised, but he needed his alpha’s help.
Being so close to James right now, however, made everything
inside him feel right again. It was like he’d never left, and he knew
that if he tried speaking to him through the connection that all leading
alphas had with their wolves, that James would hear it and respond.
“What happened?” James asked again, his scarred face worried,
but the deformity made him look like he was frowning. “Where did
you go with that vampire? What did they do to you?”
James must’ve looked down and noticed the still-healing scrapes
and shallow cuts from his brief fight with them out in the woods.
Andrew swallowed. “James, please help me. My mate was just
taken. He’s a vampire. The vampire you saw me in the Hummer with.
He’s some kind of royal and they have him.”
“Wow, you were mated?”
Andrew looked over and saw Corey standing in the doorway.
Unlike his mate, he was actually wearing pajama pants, and staring at
Andrew with something akin to shock.
“Yes, yes, you were right,” James said, already walking down the
hall with Andrew in tow. “You’re in charge of the pack until I get
back, Corey. Now you tell me whatever you can and we’ll do
everything in our power to help.”
Andrew could hardly believe it. “Even though I abandoned the
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pack?”
James stared him straight in the face. “Andrew, it’s impossible for
you to abandon your pack when you’re out pursuing your mate.
Nature gives you leeway on things like this. Now tell me how many
vampires we’re dealing with and where they are.”
* * * *
When they returned to the property, someone must have called his
brother in, because Markus was standing at the gate waiting for him,
as were his mother, the Queen Mother Ravinia, and his two other
brothers, Ivan and Damion.
All were dressed in their formal attire, but it was Markus’s
expression that Vlad was drawn to. His face was grim and lips pressed
firmly together, hands held behind his back.
If his face didn’t give off the impression of a pissed-off king, then
his dark navy robes with the red trim, silver and gold sword at his hip,
and heavy gold crown on his head definitely did.
Nowadays there wasn’t much purpose to wearing a crown. Only
to formal events such as balls were the crowns and medals and full
gear broken out.
That and sentencing.
With the dark clothing, red sashes, heavy gold jewels, and the
crowns that the queen mother and king wore, Vlad felt like a servant
about to be tried for stealing from the kitchens.
Vlad kept his back straight and approached his brother. It was a
strange thing to fear, hate, and love the man all at the same time. He
hoped none of those emotions showed on his face.
“That’s far enough,” King Markus said when Vlad was about five
feet away.
He froze in place. Was he not allowed to come any farther?
Markus might be mad at him, but they were still brothers.
“Kneel,” Markus commanded, and he pulled the sword with a
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long metallic swipe from his hip.
Vlad did as he was commanded, and before Markus could
command him to lower his unworthy eyes from Markus’s face, Vlad
did it of his own free will.
He didn’t want to look into the angry disappointment on the faces
of his two brothers and mother. The only one who gave him an inch
of sympathy was Ivan, but Vlad didn’t want any of it.
He was being taught a lesson here. A lesson that, just because he
was the brother of the king, did not mean he was of any importance.
Certainly not enough to run away like he did.
Markus lifted the blade of his sword to Vlad’s neck, and his heart
sped up as the sharp metal came dangerously close to his carotid
artery.
He couldn’t help himself. He trembled, and he despised that
weakness. Despite what had happened with Andrew and what was
soon to happen with Boris, it seemed Vlad still wanted to live.
“You, coward brother of mine,” Markus said, his lips turned up in
a sneer, “are only still a member of my royal house because you
require the title of prince for the honorable Lord Dragunov to wed
you and bed you. So you shall keep your title, and your life, but you
are no longer a brother of mine and are to no longer be addressed as
Your Highness.”
Sharp stings sliced across both sides of his neck, and when
Markus pulled the blade away, Vlad's eyes widened at the sight of
blood.
He slit my throat! He just killed me! Vlad thought, reaching his
hand up to prevent any more blood loss.
There was no warm gushing there, however. The cuts Vlad felt
were shallow, meant to frighten rather than kill.
“Bring the garlic!” Markus bellowed.
Vlad’s arms were grabbed and he was pushed down onto the
crunching gravel beneath him. He saw the garlic being held in the
gloved hands of one of the approaching guards.
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Dominic. He had a paper mask over his mouth and nose to keep
from accidentally inhaling the poison, but Vlad could see plainly see
his eyes. He too held a look of sympathy as he approached Vlad with
what amounted to acid for vampires.
“Get that away from me! No!” Vlad screamed, and when he
kicked and bit at the guards who held his arms down, two more came
and pressed down on his legs, while a third grabbed him by the ears
and stretched out his neck, exposing the wounds and keeping him
still.
“Lord Dragunov wishes to use you as a feeder for his guests when
the joining is complete. Now, with you scarred, everyone who feeds
from you will see the dishonor upon your neck,” Markus said, then
nodded to Dominic, who stood over Vlad’s captive body and leaned
down with the garlic bulbs.
He pulled off several layers of the garlic and carefully placed
them on the ground, away from himself and the other guards. Peeling
away the top layers like that exposed the more putrid and powerful
insides.
Vlad could smell it now, and it burned the inside of his nose.
They were going to scar him. The garlic would make sure that the
wounds on his neck would never heal properly, and wounds of that
nature on a vampire’s neck was as good as being forced to wear the
dunce cap in class for the rest of your life.
Vlad wouldn’t mind that so much, if the garlic was also not a
severe poison, capable of killing him if he was exposed to too much
of it.
Dominic held the now-smaller bulbs in his hand, and he brought
them down on the open wounds on Vlad’s neck, and, God, he wished
he was stronger, but he wasn’t. Vlad screamed.
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Chapter Fourteen
The garlic had been rubbed over the wounds, and then a scarf had
been delivered, and then the bulbs and the scarf were tied around his
neck. Vlad had been forced to walk back to the house with them on.
Walk, not run. He was to keep a steady pace behind his brother.
If he tried to run back to the house, where he knew there would be
clean water and salve waiting for him, he was quickly caught and
returned to the gates where he was to start over. If Vlad attempted to
remove the scarf, then he was returned to the gates and expected to
start walking all over again.
Markus and their mother conversed with each other pleasantly, as
though Vlad weren’t wearing the most horribly painful thing around
his already wounded neck. Several times, Ravinia needlessly stopped
to run her delicate fingers over the rose petals or sniff at the large
gerberas.
All in all, after Vlad was able to check a clock, he discovered that
it took nearly an hour to walk across a path that only stretched along
for about five minutes.
It felt like it had been so much longer than that.
When they did get back inside, Vlad was rushed back to his room
where the garlic bulbs were carefully removed from his skin. Welts
the size of small apples were left in place, and they burned to the
touch. They were unbearably painful just being there, but when one of
the guards who had been assigned to care for him―it seemed Vlad
was no longer worthy of even having a real healer come to him―gave
the lightest of touches to one of the angry red welts, Vlad screamed
again as the fires consumed him.
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He had never experienced it before, but if someone were to flick a
lighter, and then place the small open flame over the flesh of his neck,
he imagined it would feel much the same as the pain he was
experiencing right now.
Ice packs were brought in, along with clean, fresh, and cold water,
salves, and bandages. The swelling was mostly down, but he had long
since lost his voice.
Whether it was due to an infection in his throat or because of all
the screaming he had done, Vlad couldn’t be sure.
Morning had come, and the majority of vampires in the house
were now in their beds. Vlad could not sleep, the pain too great, and
so he sat on his bed, his hand gently covering the bandage over his
throbbing neck. He willed away the pain, but it flared and raged
regardless.
All he could think of was Andrew.
The bolt on his door turned, and in his surprise Vlad shot to his
feet. He was expecting no visitors.
Ivan peeked his head in. His lips quirked, as though he were about
give Vlad a small smile, but then he must have thought better of it and
simply entered the room. Vlad could still see the human guards
stationed outside his door, keeping watch to make sure the prince did
not attempt to flee again.
The tray of food Ivan carried in his hands was the thing that
caught Vlad’s attention.
A sandwich on thick, white bread with fresh lettuce and tomato,
sliced apples, and a piece of chocolate cake with a glass of milk.
There was no blood for Vlad to drink, but it must have been too
difficult for Ivan to sneak any from storage and getting a feeder into
his bedroom was currently out of the question. Vlad could drink from
Ivan, but if his brother offered, he would be forced to decline.
No one dared drink from the vein of a royal, and if Markus so
much as suspected Ivan had allowed Vlad to bite him, then he would
be locked away for treason.
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“For you,” Ivan said quietly, as though not wanting to insult Vlad
with the sound of another voice since he could not speak. “I have
heard that you were not given any dinner.”
Indeed. Vlad and Andrew had attempted their escape so early in
the night that Vlad had not eaten anything since yesterday.
He could hold back no longer. To hell with table manners. Vlad
ran to the tray and devoured everything he could as quickly as he
could. Even after he became much too full and his throat inflamed
with pain, he continued to eat and drink. He barely tasted the
chocolate cake as he inhaled it and drank down his milk.
When everything was gone, Ivan took the empty glass from him,
went into the adjoining bathroom, rinsed it out and filled it with clean
water. He returned and gave the glass back to Vlad.
All Vlad could do was sip on it, his eyes already watering at the
small kindness he received after so many hours of contempt and
torture.
Ivan held out his arm and pulled Vlad into a comforting embrace
that he sank into gratefully.
There was so much he wanted to say to his brother, yet could not
because of his injuries. He wanted to tell him that he was sorry he
attempted to leave, that he was sorry he’d failed to escape. Sorry for
everything.
Ivan must be having a good day. No strange sightings of
apparitions that frightened him and made him scream, because for the
first time in what seemed like the whole of their lives, Ivan was
comforting Vlad, instead of the other way around.
“It’s all right. I will stay with you until the night falls,” he said,
petting Vlad’s hair, as though he were a small child.
“Everything will be all right.”
* * * *
Andrew growled at the sight of the huge mansion. He was in wolf
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form, every hair on his back standing on end, and he crouched under
the leaves of a heavy shrub as watched the goings-on on the bright
lawn. His long claws dug into the earth as he fantasized about just
running out there and charging into the house.
He couldn’t do that without being seen. The fact that there were
human guards walking around could only mean that the royal family
was still inside, and that they hadn’t all packed up their things and left
yet.
The thought occurred to him that, just because the king and his
guards hadn’t left, didn’t mean that Boris hadn’t taken Vlad away to
Russia already.
More than ever he wanted to get inside of that house and find his
mate, but a pair of teeth grabbing him around the scruff, and then,
shaking him, brought him back to the present.
Easy. We attack now, and we lose our surprise, James said
through their shared link. Then he spoke to the entire group. Everyone
shift back. We need to make a plan.
The group of alphas did as they were told, all becoming tall and
hairless and completely naked as they changed back into their human
forms. Most of the alphas were present. Nick, Morgan, Eli, and
Markus, who’d gotten a real kick out of the fact that he and the king
of vampires shared the same name.
The little dumbass.
Isaac was the only one to still wear clothing. He’d only been able
to keep up with the running wolves by riding on his cool-looking
ATV. He’d had to park it about a mile or so back to keep anyone
patrolling from hearing the rumble of the engine, and then he really
had to run in order to keep up with them. No one was about to risk
that that loud machine would be heard by one of the guards.
Andrew was kind of impressed with the way the human had
managed to keep pace with them, and for a whole mile, too. Granted,
his face was as red as a stop light, but that was beside the point.
“Okay, Andrew, you were actually in that house. What can you
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tell us about it?” James asked, and all the other alphas circled around
to hear what he had to say.
Andrew swallowed, trying to remember any little detail that could
be useful. He’d only been in that house for a couple of hours, and he
had been sneaking around a little when Vlad had been with his
brother. His memory of the place was good, but he hardly knew of
every nook and cranny.
He told them every detail he could remember, entrances, facts,
rooms, everything.
Nick tilted his head a little in confusion. “If the house isn’t theirs
yet, then why have windows installed to darken during the day? I
thought the original owner was a human?”
Andrew never thought of it before, nor did he much care. “Maybe
the king paid the guy to install them. What does it matter?”
“Might matter a lot,” Isaac said. “The vampires had the original
owners install tinted windows, not metal plates to cover the windows,
bars, or anything else that would keep us out. Do you know if those
windows are shatterproof?”
“We could break into the room where your mate is and be out of
there before the whole house wakes up,” Morgan said, eyes
brightening as he too looked at Andrew for the answer.
Andrew didn’t know, but now that he knew where his friends
were going with this, he was getting more and more jittery as the plan
formed.
“No, but I’m guessing they’re not. Even still we can’t break the
glass on his window, Vlad’ll burn,” he said to Morgan. “Everyone
else can go and fuck themselves, though. That room right there
belongs to Vlad,” Andrew pointed toward it on the first floor. There
was even a guard wandering around ten feet away from the glass. “If
we’re going to test this out, then everyone make sure to not shoot out
that window. Don’t want to risk he gets hit by anything.”
There was no guarantee that Vlad would even still be in that room.
That guard really could just be standing around, but Andrew doubted
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he would be put into another bedroom if he was still in the house at
all. No, they either would have locked him in the
basement―vampires loved their dungeons―or they would’ve locked
him in his actual room.
To make this escape even possible during the daytime, Isaac had
to pack away some thermal blankets on him. They were probably in
one of the twenty or so pockets he had had on him. Thermal blankets
were designed to keep heat, yes, but at least with them for cover, Vlad
wouldn’t catch fire.
James sighed. “Okay, we just need a quiet distraction to get those
guards off the lawn. I’m scenting seven.”
“They all have small firearms on them, too,” Nick said. “I can
smell the oil and gunpowder.”
Nick was blind, but that left him with the strongest sense of smell
and hearing out of the lot of them.
“Any suggestions?”
Andrew tried to think of one, but nothing came to him. No way
that they could possibly engage, disarm, and put down every human
guard patrolling the lawn before at least one of them sounded the
alarms or fired their weapon in the air or did something that woke up
the whole house.
“I might have something,” Isaac said, and he got up and strolled
out onto the grass, where every one of those humans would be able to
see him, with his hands raised in surrender.
He called out to them and then lured them closer to the shrubs
where DeWitt’s pack waited.
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Chapter Fifteen
Ivan stayed with Vlad, for which he was grateful, but he was only
able to stay until just before sundown. About an hour before everyone
was set to wake up, Ivan was forced to take his leave and go back to
his bed or take the risk of being caught.
Vlad watched him go with the feeling of regret in his stomach. He
still couldn’t so much as get a croak out of his throat without it
lighting on fire. It occurred to him that he might never see Ivan again
if Boris decided to take him to Russia tonight. Vlad hadn’t been
around when Lord Dragunov and Markus were discussing his fate.
He was exhausted, and somehow he thought he managed to doze a
little before a strange shattering sound entered his dreams. Screams
from far away followed. A stomping giant came after him, chasing
him down the dark hallway of this mansion, and no matter how fast
he ran, he couldn’t reach the exit just at the end of the hall, and the
giant came closer until it smashed through the wall.
Vlad jerked awake and sat up, his eyes popped wide, but it took
him a second to realize that he was no longer dreaming and just what
the giant had been.
The stomping had apparently been the pounding against his door,
which was now in pieces and hanging by a single hinge at a sharp
angle.
Andrew was standing in the centre of the wreckage, naked, his
chest gleaming with sweat and heaving. They stared at each other for
only a second before Vlad found the strength to fumble out of bed and
rush over to him.
Andrew met him halfway with a crushing kiss.
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It was likely the shortest kiss they had ever shared, because the
second Andrew’s hands went behind Vlad’s neck, he was forced to
jerk away at the horrific pain that swelled angrily at the touch. It was
so much that his nausea returned and Vlad was forced to hold onto
Andrew’s shoulders for support.
Andrew held him by the arms so tightly he was likely to leave him
with small bruises. “Baby, oh my God, your neck, what happened?
Are you okay?”
Vlad shook his head, looking up at Andrew and trying to convey
with his eyes that he could not answer him.
Andrew touched his forehead, helping him stand straight. “Christ,
you’re burning up. What the hell did they do to you?”
Andrew seemed to be asking himself the question this time, and,
very carefully, took a corner of the bandage that was wrapped around
Vlad’s neck and, as gently as he could, pulled it down enough to see
the wreckage.
The wound inflamed at the inspection, but not enough that Vlad
couldn’t stand it. Mostly. Andrew hissed at what he saw, and that
made Vlad all the more nervous. He hadn’t checked on his wounds
since the last time one of the guards had come in to put the salve on
his neck, and for Ivan to do it was completely out of the question.
Because of all the scares his brother had received over the years,
all the things he claimed to see, he wasn’t exactly known for having
the most steady hands or solid nerves.
“It’s okay. We’ll get you checked out when I take you home,
baby. Don’t you worry, everything’s going to be okay now.”
Vlad fell against Andrew again, wrapping his arms around the
other man’s neck. No sound left his throat as he sobbed, but his
shoulders shook and the tears did flow down onto Andrew’s shoulder
and down his chest.
Andrew was calling him that pet name again while stroking
Vlad’s hair, and Vlad had never been more happy in his life. He
wanted to tell Andrew how scared he was that he would never see the
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other man again, and he wanted to ask what it was that made him
come back for him, but he had no voice.
“Shhh, Vlad, it’s okay now. Look at me,” Andrew said, pushing
Vlad off him enough to look into his eyes. “We need to get out of
here. It’s not safe. My pack is here and they’re going to help us get
home.”
Vlad wiped his eyes and nodded, though very gently since he was
still trying not to irritate his neck.
Andrew saw it anyway and took him by the hand. “Let’s go.”
Vlad pulled back, he pointed around the room, and Andrew
understood that Vlad was motioning to the house in general, not just
the bedroom.
“The other vampires in the house?”
Again, Vlad made the smallest of nods.
“We’re taking care of them. We got the drop on the guards
outside, and now James, Isaac, Morgan, and Mick are out there
tossing rocks at all the windows. We’re going to make sure that the
vampires can’t follow us this time.”
They wouldn’t be able to follow because they would all be too
busy tending to their wounds and trying not to burn to death against
all the sunlight that was suddenly upon them.
Vlad thought it was pretty fitting, but then, no! Ivan! They were
going to break down one of his windows, too! He didn’t deserve to be
cooked like that!
“Come on.” Andrew started to drag Vlad out of the bedroom, and
though Vlad continued to fight him, Andrew was determined to not
allow him to stay in the bedroom.
Vlad had no choice but to follow, as quickly as he was able. He
wanted to ask where they were going, but he couldn’t.
Luckily, Andrew was all about telling him the plan. “We’ve got to
get to the garage first. Take out their tires. Do you know where the
keys are kept? Maybe we can take one of the Hummers instead of
tucking you into one of the thermal blankets Ivan brought.”
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Thermal blankets?
They exited the east side of the mansion, where Vlad’s room had
been, and were just running across the main foyer when Vlad started
to dig his heels into the stone floor and pull Andrew toward the stairs.
“What? What is it?” Andrew said when Vlad pointed up the
spiralling wooden steps.
“Who’s up there?” Andrew asked.
Vlad mouthed the words brother and Ivan, and even that was
nearly too much for his throat to handle.
“Shit,” Andrew said, and he and Vlad quickly took the steps two
at a time.
“Where is he?” Andrew said. Clearly he didn’t want to step into
the wrong room and find the burning form of one of the vampires
he’d just launched this attack onto.
Vlad could smell the rotten stink of burning meat, and he didn’t
want to think about just who that might be coming from. Please not
Ivan. Please not Ivan.
Suddenly, one of the doors jerked open, and Queen Ravinia
stumbled out, her thin pink nightgown freshly stained with blood. She
was crying and wailing, black splotches over her face and arms from
where the sun had gotten her full on, and surrounding the heavy black
scabs were multiple dots of red blisters that oozed puss and blood and
smoked.
She looked up at them and saw Vlad, and then she shrieked at him
and charged, fangs and claws bared to tear to pieces the one she
thought responsible for her condition.
Andrew stepped in the way of the coming attack, but then Vlad
stepped around him and easily threw his fist out just as Ravinia came
at him.
She practically ran into his knuckles. Her feet came up and her
head went back as she landed on her back with a loud bang from the
floorboards.
Vlad had never punched anyone before, and he shook out his
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fingers from the pain in his knuckles.
She was still breathing, her body smoking a little from the places
that had been especially burned, but she was still alive.
Andrew looked down at her and laughed a little. “Didn’t know
you had it in you, Vlad.”
Neither did he.
Heavy footsteps bounded up the stairs behind them, and Vlad saw
another naked, very muscular and tanned man he’d never seen before
in his life come up the stairs.
His long black hair was shaggy around his shoulders, and his dark
eyes were confused as he surveyed the scene. The guy took one look
at Vlad before addressing Andrew. “What are you doing here? James
wants us downstairs and outside now.”
Vlad could vaguely recall the name of James as belonging to
Andrew’s pack leader. Even werewolves, free from sovereign cruelty
that they were, had a leader that needed to be answered to.
“We’re getting his brother. I forgot he was here, too. We can’t
leave without him.”
“What?”
The other werewolf looked ready to argue, but Andrew beat him
to it.
“Please, Eli, this will only take a second.”
Andrew took Vlad by the hand and allowed Vlad to lead him to
the right door before Eli had a chance to respond.
The thing that worried Vlad the most was that Ivan, like Vlad, had
his room facing west, so the sunlight would be pouring inside,
scorching his brother, if his windows had been broken like the others.
He ran to the door and had just grabbed the handle before Andrew
stopped him and made him stand to the side.
“Sunlight, remember?”
Vlad licked his lips and gave another small nod.
“Eli?”
“Yeah, yeah,” the unhappy werewolf said. Maybe they were both
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going in just in case Ivan attacked them. Vampires weren’t exactly
friendly after being hit with sunlight, as was proven by Ravinia.
They opened the door, and more sunlight, lots and lots of it,
immediately spilled out into the hallway. Just standing so close to it
was burning Vlad’s skin and irritating his neck, but he didn’t dare step
away.
Eli made a sound of surprise. “Huh, I’ll be damned. Smart of
him.”
Vlad breathed a sigh of relief, but he wasn’t able to move until
Andrew and Eli walked out of the bedroom and shut the door with
Ivan in their arms.
Ivan had his heavy comforter entirely wrapped around his body.
Even on the hottest of nights he was known to sleep with his blankets
covering every inch of his body. It was a defence mechanism he’d had
as a child that he never grew out of.
Stay under the covers and the monster couldn’t get you, right?
When Andrew shut the door, blocking out the sunlight from the
broken window, Ivan peeled off the comforter, and Vlad hugged him.
“Vlad, what is happening?” Ivan asked. “Who are these men?”
Vlad took hold of Andrew’s hand and laced their fingers together.
Ivan took note of this and smiled a little. “I see.”
Then he looked up at Eli, and his face drained of nearly all color.
Vlad stepped forward as Ivan stepped back, shaking his head.
“You again…”
Eli’s brows came together. “What’s with this guy?”
“He’s not right in the head,” Andrew said. “That’s all you need to
know. Let’s just go.”
Ivan wouldn’t take his eyes from Eli’s face, and Vlad was forced
to reach out and take him by the arm, gently pulling him forward.
The whole time Ivan stayed close to Vlad, whispering. “He’s the
ghost. The spirit I’ve been seeing as of late. What is he doing here?”
Vlad wanted to tell him that there was no such things as spirits or
spectres, and that the man he saw was very much alive, but that would
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have to wait. They just had to get out of here. That was all Vlad
wanted. To go away and never come back to this hell ever again.
They scrambled down the stairs, and Vlad paused when he noted
the blackened body lying in the middle of the stone floor. That hadn’t
been there before.
Andrew’s eyes were also on the body, and he turned to Eli,
apparently having similar thoughts as Vlad. “Where did that come
from?”
Eli frowned, and then realized what Andrew was asking about.
“Oh, that was there when I came in.”
“Not when we did,” Andrew said, stepping a little closer to
inspect the body. He sniffed the air―trying to scent death?―and then
wrinkled his nose. There were blood-spattered footprints on the black
marble floor, so whoever it was must’ve walked there before
collapsing.
“Pretty sure he’s dead, man,” Eli said. “Let’s just go―”
The blackened body arched up and screamed. It roared at the top
of its lungs, fangs exposed, eyes blazing red and filled with dark
blood.
“Jesus Christ!” Andrew jumped back.
With its face up and the sound of that voice, even shrieking like it
was, Vlad recognized who it was.
Boris. The Dragunov Lord had attempted to flee it seemed. The
extent of sun damage to him was clearly worse than Vlad’s mother.
He must’ve gotten a full dose of it before he could escape his
bedchamber.
Boris’s head snapped to the side, and he looked at Vlad much the
same way Ravinia did when she noticed her son.
He didn’t get to his feet to attack, maybe it was because he
couldn’t, but he was just as fast as the queen had been. Actually, he
was faster. He crawled across the floor like a lizard, insanely fast.
At first Vlad thought he would go for Andrew because he was the
closest, but he came at Vlad.
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He was too fast, and Vlad had barely backed up a step before the
other vampire had grabbed him around the legs and tripped him up.
He fell backward into one of the granary tables, knocking it over and
breaking the wood.
Vlad grabbed Boris around the mouth, keeping those teeth from
biting down on his face or neck, but then Boris bit Vlad’s thumbs.
His scream was more like an expulsion of air that pained his
throat to make.
The pain! Oh, God, the pain! It felt like Boris was trying to bite
clear through the bone in his thumb.
“Get him off! Get him off!” Andrew screamed.
He, Ivan, and Eli came and put their arms around Boris’s chest.
They tried to pull the vampire off, but his blackened skin just
shredded like wrapping paper.
“Fucking hell!” Eli yelled as he threw away a chunk of burned
flesh.
Get him off me! Get him off me! Vlad tried screaming. His lips
moved and some sound came out, but not the words he wanted. Then
Boris wrapped his hands, his crispy, burned, black hands, around
Vlad’s throat.
Boris might have been trying to strangle him, but it was almost as
though the pain had supercharged all of the nerves in his body, and he
passed out from the overflow of agony.
* * * *
Andrew grabbed at the guy’s neck as he strangled Vlad, but only
managed to pull away another hunk of flesh. His fingers were slippery
with the man’s blood and gore, and he couldn’t even get a decent grip
on him anymore.
Was this guy immune to pain or something? He needed to get him
off Vlad!
He was still strong, despite his injuries. Eli tried to push the guy
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off, and they rolled, but his black fingers were still around Vlad’s
injured neck, and now Vlad wasn’t fighting back anymore.
No!
Andrew searched around, he saw the broken wood from that small
table thing, and one of the legs was snapped off.
He ran for it, picked it up, put it at an angle on the floor and
stepped on it.
Homemade stake.
“Get out of the way!” he yelled, charging forth.
Eli only noticed him coming and managed to pull Ivan out of the
way right before Andrew sunk the stake right between the vampire’s
shoulder blades.
Finally, a reaction. The vampire released Vlad’s neck and reared
back. Another glass-shattering roar was released from that throat
before the entire black body seemed to light up from the inside.
He went off like a red firework. A loud bang echoed throughout
the entire room, red sparks flying everywhere, and it was done and
over with.
Andrew had no time to contemplate the strange way vampires
died. He rushed to Vlad and fell on his knees before him.
He gathered his lover into his arms. The bandage around his neck
was black and mangled, and Andrew saw blood oozing out from
beneath it.
“Vlad? Vlad!” Andrew shook him, but there was no fluttering of
eyes, no groaning, nothing.
“Does he live?” Ivan asked. The prince looked damn near
hysterical.
Even vampires had to have a heartbeat. They survived on blood,
so they needed a pumping heart to make sure that blood got to all the
places it needed to in their bodies.
He couldn’t hear that heart, and with his entire body tight with
fear, Andrew put his ear down over Vlad’s chest.
It was there, but barely. Nothing to be relieved about just yet.
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“We need to get out of here, right now,” Andrew said, rising to his
feet. “Tell the others we’re coming and get Isaac to give you the
thermal blankets.”
“He can have mine,” said Ivan, and he pulled the blanket off of his
small shoulders and covered Vlad with it.
Andrew pulled the blanket over Vlad’s face and nodded to Ivan
before taking off. “Thank you.”
He needed to get to Isaac. Vlad was in no condition to be carried
on Andrew’s back, not while he was out like this. Isaac would have to
hold him and ride back with him on his ATV. He would have to make
sure the blanket never fell off of Vlad’s body while he drove, too.
The sun was nearly down, the sky orange and the shadows long,
but it was more than enough to kill a vampire who was exposed to it
for long enough.
Andrew screamed for Isaac as he ran out of the house. The alphas
saw him coming and rushed forward to help.
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Vlad felt like he was being jostled around way too much. He was
in that place between asleep and awake, and he just wanted to fall
further into sleep.
He was tired. Why did everyone have to keep moving him?
It would be so much easier if he wasn’t so damned hot and
uncomfortable.
As though granting his wish, someone must have turned on an air
conditioner, because his body cooled down considerably. He almost
felt like he was being dipped into a pool of cool water.
Then he couldn’t breathe again. Boris’s monster face appeared
before him, and he panicked. Vlad fought with everything inside of
him to keep those black hands from touching him, but he couldn’t.
Boris stroked his face and his arms, he touched his neck, and the more
Vlad fought, the stronger he became, but he could still not get Boris
off of him.
No! No!
Vlad opened his eyes. Everything was dark and blurry, and he still
couldn’t breathe. Water entered his throat, and when he coughed it up,
bubbles appeared before his eyes.
Then he was pulled up.
Vlad inhaled sharply, but there was still water in his throat and
mouth, and he coughed and choked. A hand smacked him on the back
in the most undignified of ways, yet it was just what he needed, and
he took in his first clear breath.
Andrew wrapped his arms around Vlad’s soaked body and held
him close. Vlad hugged him back, even when Andrew’s embrace
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became so tight that Vlad had trouble breathing again. He never
wanted to let this man go.
“Oh, Christ,” Andrew said, kissing Vlad’s hair, lips, neck, and
cheeks. “Don’t ever scare me like that again. Don’t ever let me lose
you.”
Vlad had no answer to that, so he just continued to hold onto his
lover, being comforted by the strong embrace and comforting Andrew
in return.
They were both in a pool of some kind, at least Vlad thought so,
but then he took note of the other werewolves standing around them.
They were standing on grass and sand and small rocks. Vlad shifted
his feet and felt sand and some sort of slimy plant squishing between
his toes, and he knew they were actually in a pond.
He knew better than to assume that Andrew would bring him into
dirty water in his condition, and when the pond water had gone into
his mouth, it had tasted clean and fresh.
He gently cleared his throat, preparing to attempt speech, but there
was no pain.
In fact, when Andrew kissed him, touched his neck and hair, there
was no pain from Vlad’s outer injuries either.
“What―” he said, shocked when his voice came out clear and
strong, no pain from the inside of his throat. Just in case, he
whispered his next words. “Where are we?”
Still no pain. He reached up to touch his throat and found smooth
skin instead of broken blisters and lumps.
Andrew was still holding him close as he answered, still hesitant
to let him go. “This pond belongs to my pack leader. We don’t know
how, but it has healing abilities.” Andrew’s whole body shivered.
“Thought you were gone there for a second.”
What Vlad had ever done to deserve such a caring person for a
lover, for a life mate, he would never know.
Someone cleared his throat. Vlad’s eyes were working perfectly
now that he’d blinked the water out of them, and the number of
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mostly naked men surrounding the pond shocked him.
He tried not to blush. He was going to have to get used to this sort
of thing if he was going to live with a werewolf, he supposed.
Ivan was kneeling in front of the water, appearing dazed as he let
his fingers trail around in the water, creating small ripples. The
werewolf called Eli was looking at him strangely.
For a second Vlad thought that perhaps this was another case of a
werewolf discovering a mate with a vampire, but then, no, that could
not be right. Eli was holding the hand of another male, someone with
dual-colored eyes, and one of the few to be wearing clothing.
“Come on, time to get out,” Andrew said, and they waded their
way out of the water.
Vlad was sorry to leave it, but eager to see where his mate lived,
where they both were going to be living now that they were free. Vlad
never felt so privileged in his entire life, holding Andrew’s hand and
walking next to him. The fact that Ivan was now here as well, and that
they would never be bothered again, was the icing on the cake.
Andrew explained all that he could about the land they lived on,
and apparently, it was not without its dangers either, but Vlad knew
he could handle anything that came his way. He was a vampire, and a
prince no longer. He would learn how to defend himself, and maybe
with enough training, he would be able to keep pace with Andrew.
When they got back, Andrew had Vlad stand at the door of one of
the houses and then jogged off to speak with his alpha, the man with
the deeply scarred face named James.
He came back with a grin on his face. “We have twelve hours,” he
said.
Vlad blinked as he was ushered inside the small cabin. “Before
what?”
Andrew was still eagerly pulling Vlad along, down a narrow
hallway before opening a wooden door to a bedroom. The bed inside
took up almost all the space within, but it was the perfect size for the
one thing Vlad wanted from Andrew the most.
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“Before James will call us for questioning.”
“Ivan?”
“He’s going to spend the night in one of the cabins with the
omegas.”
Vlad nodded, satisfied with the answer. “That is good. What will
your pack leader want ask us about?”
“I still have a lot of explaining to do about what happened, and
now that you’re part of the pack, you’ll need to swear loyalty to him
and tell him if you know of any other vampire relatives who might
come looking for you.”
Vlad hadn’t thought about all that, but he guessed it made sense.
A leader was expected to want to see to the safety of his followers,
after all.
“I don’t think anyone will come for us. Boris is dead, and his
family is in Russia. They might think I’m dead, too.”
He wasn’t even able to check and see if the rest of his family had
survived the attack, or Dominic, his loyal guard, and Stelig, his not-
loyal guard. Likely his mother had survived. Her wounds were not as
great as Boris’s. Which got him to thinking…
“Boris is dead, right?”
Andrew nodded. “Definitely. I’m so sorry he hurt you, baby, so
sorry. He didn’t…”
Vlad knew what Andrew was trying to ask. “No,” he said. “No, he
didn’t.”
Andrew sighed. “Thank God. I’m so glad you’re all right.”
Before Vlad could tell him that he put no blame onto him, Andrew
kissed him. The softest, sweetest kiss Vlad had ever experienced. The
buildup of emotions was too much for him. He pushed Andrew into
the wall, pressed himself closer to his mate, and kissed back with
everything he had.
Andrew made a sound of approval at Vlad’s assertiveness, and he
made a mental nose to take a little more charge more often, but right
now he just wanted Andrew’s cock inside of him. Vlad’s dick filled
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and throbbed with the anticipation of it. He needed the other man like
he needed air, water, and blood to survive.
Now Vlad understood why exactly Andrew had requested only
twelve hours. That was just enough time to fuck, sleep, shower, and
maybe have sex again before they were forced to go to their meeting
with the pack leader.
When they both pulled back for air, Vlad kept his hands in
Andrew’s hair and on his neck. The way he understood it, if a
werewolf allowed you to touch his neck, it was a sign of deep trust.
“How did you know what I was doing?” he asked. “That I didn’t
really want to leave with Boris?”
“I always knew you didn’t want to be with him. It was the way
you spoke about your family honor that nearly had me thinking you
were serious,” Andrew said. His eyes flickered from Vlad’s lips and
eyes, as though he were struggling with lust and shame. Lust for Vlad
and shame that he’d nearly believed Vlad’s farce.
Andrew shook his head. “If you hadn’t turned back to look the
same time I did―”
“Thank you for coming back for me,” Vlad said.
Andrew’s eyes widened. “You don’t have to thank me for that. Of
course I would’ve come back for you. The second I realized what you
were doing, I booked it back here, got my pack, and they helped me
get you out. Even if they didn’t want to come, I would’ve come back
for you.”
Vlad pulled him close for another kiss. The bed was so large and
took up so much of the space in the bedroom that it was easy to fall
onto it.
Andrew was still naked, and Vlad only wore his nightclothes from
earlier. They were still very wet, and ruined, so their only struggle
was peeling the garments from Vlad’s skin, exposing him to Andrew.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Andrew said, shimmying down
until he was back on his feet off the bed, and he knelt down and
kissed Vlad’s stomach, his hands massaging Vlad’s thighs, spreading
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them apart.
“Please fuck me,” Vlad begged. “I need you right now,”
“I can tell,” Andrew took Vlad’s cock in his hand and kissed the
tip.
Vlad moaned, expecting Andrew to put his prick between those
lovely lips of his, but he didn’t. Instead, Andrew pulled Vlad’s knees
higher.
“Hold these.”
Vlad did as he was told, but was still confused. “Why?”
“Wait and see.”
Vlad held his knees, which kept his legs up, but he wasn’t too
keen on the position. He felt embarrassed and completely out in the
open.
Then Andrew’s mouth touched down on his pucker, and all of
Vlad’s senses suddenly sharpened.
Andrew kissed him, his tongue playing against Vlad’s asshole,
tickling, pushing against the ring of muscle, and that alone was
enough to make Vlad moan wantonly. He gripped his knees tighter,
pulling his legs higher, allowing Andrew better access to his task.
“Ah, yes! Fuck me just like that Andrew. Do not stop. Do not
stop.”
Vlad shifted on the bed, trying to hump into that wicked tongue,
but Andrew seemed to know what he was doing better than Vlad did,
and when his shifting body became too much for Andrew to work
with, he grabbed hold of Vlad’s hips and forced him to be still.
Then that tongue pushed past his muscle and was inside of him.
Vlad cried out in the most unbelievable pleasure he’d ever
experienced. He came just from that alone, shooting onto his stomach,
and some of his cum even reaching his chest.
Vlad panted as heavily as he did when he’d tried to run and keep
up with Andrew.
Andrew climbed up the bed and snuggled against Vlad’s side.
He’d pulled a tissue box from somewhere Vlad hadn’t noticed and
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handed it to him.
Vlad smirked at the offer and took several of the sheets, removing
his fluids from himself and tossing the tissues away.
“I could do that more often,” Vlad said, and then he looked
pointedly at Andrew.
Andrew smiled. “Practice on me as much as you want, but before
we do that,” Andrew took Vlad’s hand into his own and put it down
on the erection between Andrew’s legs.
It was heavy and thick, pulsing with desperate need. Vlad’s cock
already started to fill in response, despite being so recently satisfied.
Vlad got to his hands and knees and looked over his shoulder,
grinning in anticipation. “Hurry and take what is yours, wolf. I am
already impatient for you again.”
Andrew pulled a lube bottle from somewhere and slathered much
of it on his fingers and on Vlad's hole. Because of the way Vlad had
been so wonderfully satisfied, his body accepted Andrew’s fingers,
and then his cock, with little struggle, and soon the only thing either
had to worry about was making sure that the neighbors didn’t hear
them as they voiced their pleasure to each other or made the bed creak
beneath them.
They were not fucking now. They were drawing out their pleasure
with each other, taking their time to make certain it was as good as it
could be.
They were making love.
Vlad was never happier to not be a prince in the whole of his life.
He was home.
THE END
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