Blood Red (86 page)

Vivi Anna

Wolf looked around, concern furrowing his brow.

“I think something else approaches.”

A thin layer of fog lifted from the floor. It began to swirl around their feet. As it grew and circled up their legs, Red felt it seep through the fabric of her pants. It felt cold and wet against her skin. Shivers climbed her spine and wrapped around her throat. She knew what was coming.

The fog thickened like a hazy smoke from a heavy forest fire. It curled around their bodies and over their faces. They coughed. The smoke tickled their noses and clogged their throats.

Red saw movement in the gray smoke. She saw the red of his eyes before she saw the rest of him emerge.

Drake stepped out of the fog and stood before them.

He was smiling, like a man greeting long lost friends.

“Welcome back.” His voice floated over them.

Red shook her head. She was feeling faint.

“Step aside, sorcerer, and you may live.” Wolf raised his ax.

Drake laughed. It was rich, deep, and full of humor. The sound wound its way around Red. It curled around her breasts and caressed her nipples.

They grew erect and throbbed painfully, as if she had been in the cold too long.

Drake turned his crimson eyes on Red. “I think not, little Wolf.” He held his hand out to her. “Come to me.”

Red felt the pull. It tugged on her body. Her sex started to ache and she felt wet and hot. She wanted to move to him, to feel his hands on her. But she knew that that was wrong. Her mind told her to stop, while 170

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her body stepped forward.

Wolf watched in shock as Red moved toward Drake. He grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back.

She raked her nails across his hand. Blood welled to the skin. Wolf pulled back his hand.

Drake smiled as Red stepped into him. He put an arm around her. “You see my friend, Red is happy to be back.” He leaned down and took her mouth with his.

Red felt his lips touch hers. An electric shock was sent down her spine as they kissed. She desperately wanted to push him away, but found she could not.

His lips felt too good on hers. His tongue was too wet and hot to ignore, the taste of him too wild to deny.

“Red, he has bewitched you. Fight him.” Wolf obviously itched to attack, but knew he might not be able to save Red.

Drake pulled back from her mouth. He pulled her over to stand in front of him. He wound his arm around her and caressed her neck with a long slender hand. He stroked up and down her skin.

“She does not want to fight. Do you, my dear?”

His hand traveled down her body. He molded his hand around her breast. He squeezed and pulled at her nipples through the thin cotton of her shirt.

Red closed her eyes and moaned at his touch. She leaned back into him, wanting him to move his hands over her. To touch her, to pull at her. She burned inside for his touch. The ache throbbing deep inside was almost too painful to take. She whimpered as he moved his hand lower.

He snaked his hand under the waistband of her 171