he arched his back and shouted his anger at losing his
chance to kill the abhorrence. "I will find you!" he
bellowed.
He became aware of the woman screaming as
she thrashed on top of him. More powerful than her ineffectual
attempts at breaking his hold, while she screamed shrilly into his
ear, were the scents of her fresh blood, choking him. It was a
quality of blood scent he'd never inhaled before.
His savage and barely-controlled inner
hunter snarled to life. Fangs punched past his lips as twin
weapons, gluttonous for the smell of pure virgin’s blood pumping
from cuts on the woman's struggling body. Ravenous hunger clogged
his throat as he'd not felt since he was a young and uncontrolled
vampire. Then, before he had any hope of exerting his willpower
over the sudden monstrous cravings, his body turned, flipping the
woman onto her back. He landed, pouncing over her. His fangs ready
to strike, while the veins in his body throbbed for the blood he
could smell.
Why was her blood so fucking potent?
The animalistic snarl that lunged from his
throat clashed with the woman's frightened sobs, and her wide eyes
gazed up at him with horror polished in their depths. Her small
hands pounded against his upper chest as her bare hips and legs
thrashed, trying to push his body off. His hard erection beneath
his britches pounded for her submission, ordering his hips forward
to press the rigid length down into her soft center, crushing her
lower body's struggle to a halt.
The woman whimpered in fear. Then she cried,
"Oh no! No!"
The strangled animalistic sound he made
choked the woman's cried words into panting silence, as if she
believed halting any motion would make the vicious animal set to
strike her miss.
Beth couldn't stand the predator's gaze of
yellow eyes with red glints slashed in the centers. She whimpered
with sheer terror, jerking her gaze to the side, clenching her
eyelids. She'd seen the long white fangs and she'd heard the
animalistic snarls that came from the beast surely set to kill her.
First, a monster hunted her and now another apparition held her
captive. Yet the powerful menace against her felt like a man with
hands, arms, legs, and a heavy chest. She felt men's trousers along
her bare legs, and she felt a jacket fallen open over her breasts.
Was it a man?
Why didn't it strike ? her mind
wailed, as her breath heaved. Was this the beast that chased her?
She thought not. But her questions and abject terror paled in
comparison when she felt a hardened length pressing into her core …
and what that foretold, nearly caused her to fall into
hysteria.
"Don't move!" The commanding voice was a
tense baritone with the aftereffects of a growl.
The appearance of human words so surprised
her panicked state, she jerked her gaze toward the sound as her
body quaked in reaction. Had someone come to save her?
"Don't," the beast above her
commanded, "Move."
To hear the semblance of a human's voice in
the world gone so mad made her hopes flare unrealistically. Yet
they did all the same. She wanted to live.
"Trinity!" a man's voice shouted from the
forest surrounding them.
The beast's head jerked upward to look over
her head and away from stalking her with its blazing and vulturous,
yellow eyes.
"Stop, brother! Don't bite her, Trinity!"
the voice rang out from the distance.
Beth felt the air she held suspended leave
her lungs as her hands flattened on the chest above her. Bite
her? She cringed.
" Virgin's blood," the beast-man above
her snarled viciously. "So potent you can smell it. Never felt this hunger before!" His voice growled, making her whimper and
squirm against him with the intense need to run.
"Trinity! Brother!"
"I will fight it, Church," her
beast-man vowed, half snarled, half shouted as his chest heaved
into her chest. "Move away!" he yelled.
"For our mother!" the voice, called Church,
returned.
Beth didn't understand anything that had
happened that night. How could she end up nearly naked beneath