Page 31 of Blood Moon
“I thought we were going to grab something to eat?” I said, clenching his hand that clasped onto mine.
“Let’s grab a quick burger, then we’re out of here,” he said flatly.
“Tell me what the hell is going on with you,” I said, stopping him outside the burger joint we were about to walk into.
“I’m sensing that something is off. Something isn’t right,” he answered apprehensively. “Let’s get the food to go. I want to get you home and then get a hold of your vampire assholes who keep sending me to voicemail.”
“I’ll make us something to eat at home,” I said, finally sensing the urgency in why his mood flashed into this new one.
“Babe, I’m not trying to be a dick.”
“Aren’t you?”
That velvety voice was the last thing we both heard before a rag was held over my face, and everything around me went black.
I pulled out of some weird, blackout spell after I was pulled from a vehicle, and my feet were planted on the ground.
“You are going to fucking pay for turning her into a fucking wolf,” a strange voice growled. “You didn’t think we’d notice, asshole?”
I glanced around to see a group of vampires was surrounding Zane while I was held captive by another from behind.
“Get your hands off her,” Zane’s eyes were wolfed out. “I’ll fucking rip your head off.”
“You see, wolf,” a dark-haired vamp taunted, “we brought you out to these woods so we could take you both out and ensure our population down here is clear of any fucking, dirtbag shifters. A shame that girl fell for you, and you changed her. She’s as good as dead too.” He looked at the vamp who was holding me from behind. “Take her out first.” He smirked.
Before I could shake my numbed body loose of whatever the hell these jerks had injected me with, two fangs ripped violently into my neck.
Fuck!
At first, it was an aggressive move, and the vamp was, in fact, taking me out by fang decapitation—or however vamps killed shifters—and then I was pulled into the vamp’s body while he groaned sensually, his killing behavior turning into a sensual, vamp-feeding routine.
“You fucking drinking wolf blood?” another voice boomed.
My eyes closed as I fought the urge to let this situation turn me on. Rogue fucking vamps feeding off me and making me want to fuck them wasnotan option. Just as my sex started throbbing, I heard the growl of Zane’s wolf.
My eyes snapped open to see the wolf pounce in a blur on the largest vamp out here. The guy’s throat was caught in Zane’s wolf’s mouth before the wolf ripped his head off. The wolf was captured by the rush of two vamps from behind while the one he’d just ripped into combusted into flames on its own.
“Holy shit,” I groaned out against the ecstasy that was trying to consume me as the vamp drank from me, sending me into a frenzy of sexual desire at this point.
I felt his mouth leave my neck, but the vamp was still under my spell somehow. “You’re a fucking Life Blood,” he licked my neck. “Fuck me, I can sense it.”
Just as the fucker started into his sexual appetite for the Life Blood that he’d sunk his teeth into, I felt power surging through my veins with each kill of the mob of vamps that were literally coming out of the woodwork. Zane was juiced up, and now, with just his bite, the vamps were dropping like flies and exploding into flames.
We formed some crazy-ass bond, and right now, it was saving our lives. The wolf kept trying to get back to me and Mr. Sexy Appetite behind me, but he was blocked by more incoming vamps. I’d heard him yelp more than once, but his growls only grew louder.
I had to try my hardest to get this fucking vampire off me. His fangs were back in my neck, and my mind was melting into the sexual satisfaction of a vamp feeding on me. I was at his mercy with my mind and body betraying me.
“What the mother fuck?” I thought Braden’s voice was a desperate dream by this point. I was proven wrong when fangs were gently removed from my neck, and the next thing I knew, I was in Zac’s arms while Braden held the head of the vampire that pretty much had my ass under his spell.
“That asshole needs to go slowly and painfully,” Logan called out while taking a vamp out that had passed Zane’s wolf’s killing spree. “No one fucking drinks her blood, and after we’re done with that fucker, the wolf is next.”
The area seemed to clear within seconds of my vamps showing up. I elbowed Zac as I watched Braden, Cole, and Logan, stalking toward Zane’s wolf.
“Don’t touch him!” I ordered the vamps.
“Ellie,” Zac said, trying to get me under control, “He mated with you fucking wolf style. He crossed a line. His ass is dead to us.”
“It’s not fucking dead to me.”
