Page 42 of Stormbinder King
“Who are you? I know I don’t smell virgin. You’ve been fucked, and recently too. You’re not a wolf. But I smell fucking wolf cum on you.”
The vampire chuckled, a sound like crunching rocks.
I tried to hit out at him, but he snatched at my hand with superhuman strength, pulling inexorably at me as my heels dug into the ground with my desperation to escape.
I smelled burning flesh, and I looked down to see steam rising from where he gripped my wrist. The vampire looked surprised, but he didn’t let me go. He simply drew one claw slowly across my collar bone and down to my shoulder.
I screamed at the agony as lines of blood sprang to the surface of my skin. Then his deadly fingers circled my tattoo.
“Interesssssting,” the vamp said. “Someone’s gone to a lot of trouble to bind you with dark magic, little one. I wonder who?”
Dark magic?
When I didn’t answer right away, the creature pressed down harder, stabbing my skin with its vicious claws as I whimpered in agony.
“Answer me, wolf’s whore. Who bound you?”
“Jack Stormbinder,” I gasped out as the searing pain burned down my arm.
He chuckled.
“Oh, the jealous prince. Never gotten over being the second-born, has he?”
The second-born. What did that matter?
“Jack won’t like it if you kill me,” I tried to warn him.
The monster chuckled again. “Maybe. But he won’t know who killed you, will he?”
“This is a protection spell!” I cried, pulling down my torn sleeve so he could see the angry dark marks.
“Against shifters,” the vampire snorted. “Your prince thinks shifters run this land, but their time is coming to an end.”
Shit
“Go away, I’ll taste terrible,” I gasped through parched lips.
The vampire stuck his tongue out, tasting my blood with the tip as I shuddered. He rolled his head back, making a deep guttural noise with his throat.
“Oh little whore,” the monster said. “You don’t taste terrible at all.”
As the fangs moved closer to my neck, I struck out wildly with my other hand, trying to use my nails to claw his eyes out.
The vampire didn’t look amused, backhanding me around the face so hard I tasted blood in my mouth. “Foolissssh human woman,” it said.
I felt a bleak despair. I was going to die here, wasn’t I? With Jack totally unaware of where I was.
“Step away from her, blood-sucker,” I heard a familiar, contemptuous voice order.
The vampire held me so tightly, his nails digging into my skin, that I couldn’t turn around.
The King’s voice fell on me like the cold weight of iron and steel.
“Interesssting,” the vampire hissed, but I felt a sudden change in the monster, a wary stillness. He jerked my body around, closing long-nailed fingers around my throat.
I tried to struggle, tearing desperately at his hand, but it had superhuman strength, fingers closing around my throat and cutting off my breathing.
I could only see Symeon through blurred eyes.
