Lure (5 page)

Chapter 8

Tessa

I stared at the wall ahead, refusing to look or give my attention to the human sitting on the edge of the bed. He hadn’t stopped talking since Sayer left, but I barely recalled what he’d been saying. All my focus was on trying to figure out how to kill the man who’d made me. I hated him, and although the details of what happened were already fading, I couldn’t let it go. He’d hurt me. Hurt me so badly, my jaw and cheekbone were crushed under the force of his blow. They were all but healed now, but I couldn’t erase the pain of his brutality. It ate at my brain, causing me to scheme on how to make him experience the same kind, just a million times worse.

“I’ll talk to Julius. Maybe if he knew what Sayer did or what he has planned for us, he might protect you, or…” his head shook. “What am I saying? He won’t. No one will. No one but…God, I fucking hate this. We have to leave. We have to figure out how to escape him.”

I knew he was talking more to himself, which was fine. I’d tired of hearing him try to figure out a situation I didn’t want to change. Sure, I wanted Sayer dead, but I wasn’t going anywhere. I couldn’t fathom why he’d want to. This was my home. My room. I didn’t want to leave it.

“I wonder if he drinks anything? I could poison his drink with holy water. Yes,” he breathed out heavily, “I’ll kill him that way. Or…” Hunter’s head lowered. “I’m on the right track. I’ll have to think this through a bit more so I can get it perfect. I’ll only have one chance.”

I let out a deep sigh, wishing I could turn on my side and go to sleep. I was getting tired. And hungry. I was so fucking desperate for blood.

“Humaine, me nourrir.”
Human, feed me.

The mumble of words died off and Hunter’s head lifted. “Feed you? No way. You’ll kill me.”

I continued in French, knowing he somewhat understood what I was saying. “Your life isn’t the one that matters, mine is, and I need to feed.”

Seconds went by and something raced over his features. He pushed from the bed, staring down at me. “You’re so damn cold. I can’t stand it. I sure hope this passes because if it doesn’t….”

I licked my lips, moving my body seductively. I didn’t miss the way his eyebrows pulled in. “Come…here,” I managed in English. “I want you.” My voice practically purred with my accent. Hunter swallowed hard, watching as I arched my hips. I was still unclothed and I hadn’t forgotten how hard he’d been trying not to look at my body. “Come. Lay on me. Donnez-moi votre cou et votre robinet. Je les veux.”
Give me your neck and your cock. I want them.

“Fuck, Tessa. I really wish you were in your right mind. I really do.”

My jaw clenched angrily, but I spread my legs, trying my best to entice him. The door swung open, hitting the cement wall hard before Sayer halted.

“Now she wants to fuck. Perfect.” He shut the door and Hunter immediately moved closer to the bed, blocking my view of my maker. My eyes narrowed as it dawned on me—the human was trying to protect me.

“Go sit,” Sayer commanded.

Hunter’s head shook and he grabbed the hilt of his dagger. “What are you going to do with her?”

“I said go!”

Still, Hunter didn’t move.

“Don’t push me, pet. I’ll break you into a million pieces. Don’t believe me, keep stepping up.” Dark fog began to swirl along the top of the ceiling directly over the human and Hunter shifted nervously. “One,” Sayer, hissed, “two.”

A yell came from Hunter’s mouth as his shoulders curled in and he fell to his knees. With a whoosh, his body flew through the air, slamming into the bottom of the couch.

“Stupid human.”

Sayer ripped off his shirt, bringing his black eyes to mine. “Seems your test just got a lot harder. But you’re going to excel. You’re going to kill and I’m going to assure you’re in the perfect mindset to do just that.”

I bared my fangs, digging the heels of my feet into the mattress as I pushed myself higher on the bed.

“Oh, yeah. You know what’s coming, don’t you?”

His evil laugh filled the room and I jerked at the cuffs. No matter how hard I pulled, they didn’t budge or set me free.

A loud roar filled the room and just before Hunter made it to Sayer, he hit an invisible wall, crumbling to the floor from the force. The dagger fell from his hand while he sucked in air. But he didn’t stop. He rose, grabbing the weapon and slamming it into the wall wildly.

“Your pet may be a problem, Princess. Luckily, I know just how to handle him. Have you ever seen a broken slave? Oh, it’s so fun to get them to that point. Hunter’s going to be such an obedient fuck by the time I finish. And I mean that in every sense of the word.”

Sayer’s pants fell to the floor and I took in his hard cock. “Reste loin de moi.”
Stay away from me.

“English! Goddammit, how many times do I have to tell you?” He flew forward, grasping my ankle and jerking me down. Both of my legs kicked out at him, over and over, trying to get his body further away from mine. It didn’t work. Sayer forced himself between my thighs, prying them apart with his palms as he positioned himself above me. My head lifted, but my fangs were useless when I couldn’t reach him.

“Get off me. Get off!”

The continued French only made him angrier, but I couldn’t think to try to speak English. The back of his hand connected with my cheek like an explosion and I gasped, trying to catch my breath from the shock of my bones shattering once more. Stars danced in front of my eyes, only for the next hit to come almost immediately. The room wavered and sound dissipated for the briefest moment. I could still feel my arms moving, still trying to defend myself.

Pressure pushed against the opening of my pussy and my hips tried to pivot, but the death grip he had on one of them prevented me from moving. Hunter’s yelling in the background swirled and mingled with my heartbeat and the nausea turning my stomach. More, the force pushed into me, and I screamed as Sayer tore into me completely. I gagged, too paralyzed by the brutal invasion to yell anymore. His hand turned my head and he applied enough weight to hold me still while he lowered his lips just above my ear.

“You’re going to kill Marko Delacroix.” He withdrew, plunging into me harder. “You’re going to kill him because if you don’t, I will do this to you every day you continue to live. Do you hear me?” Faster, he went, moaning as he repeatedly pounded into me. Bile burned my throat and I gagged again, trying to block out his threat.

“God, you feel good, Princess. Maybe this isn’t so bad after all. And I have your pet when I bore of you.”

My eyes opened, connecting with Hunter’s blurry face. I could barely see it past the tears blinding me. The look of horror and pain couldn’t be masked. I saw it and it burned into my memory like a blowtorch, lighting the fire back within me. My hips bucked and my whole body thrashed beneath him. It wasn’t enough to remove him, but it did make it harder for him to enjoy himself, and somehow, that was a small victory of its own.

“That’s right, fight me. Show me what you’re going to do to Marko. Let your vampire free. Let it rule you, Tessalyn!”

Hands continuously tried to pry down my face, but by some chance, I managed to slide free. My jaw snapped repeated in his direction and I caught the side of his palm, shredding it open as he jerked it away.

“Almost there, sweets. Keep fighting. Keep…” A loud moan tore from his throat and warmth shot deep inside me, causing another type of fire. The amount of stinging was enough to have me crying out from the pain. I knew he’d torn me to hell and back. I was bleeding, I could smell it, along with his cum. The two scents made a stench I couldn’t stomach. I heaved, screaming at the top of my lungs the moment I caught my breath. If it was from the pain or the pure rage sweeping through every inch of my body, I wasn’t sure. I was losing it. Maybe I already had. My eyes darted around in jerky movements and my heart was slamming into my chest.

“I’m going…to kill…you,” I managed in my broken English. “Kill you,” I said more steadily. “You’re dead.”

“Good luck with that.” Sayer pushed from the bed, pulling his cock to each side, examining it. Crimson covered his shaft and balls. The smile that appeared only dragged me further under. As he disappeared into the closet and then the bathroom, I couldn’t take my eyes off the door guarding him. Slowly, my lips separated and I stared before me, watching the black smoke pour from my mouth. The long trail hit the ceiling, billowing out and crawling along the walls. Thoughts faded as the room darkened and disappeared completely. The amount surrounding me was so thick, like a blanket comforting me and keeping me safe. I heard the door shut and a laugh broke through the smoky surroundings.

“Oh, Princess. Do you really think you can use my own gift against me?”

Like a shadow standing out against the darkness, a blur sped toward me. All I saw were fangs as my feet shot up. Before I could use my teeth as a weapon, his were sinking into my neck. He didn’t drink. Didn’t do anything but use his force to render me immobile. It was a warning—a show of his power. I didn’t stand a chance. He could kill me now. Could have killed me before, yet he hadn’t.

Sayer let go, bringing back his fist to plant it right into my mouth. Teeth fell loose against my tongue with a gush of blood and I turned, spitting them out. Within seconds, they grew back, but not without a price. The pain was crippling. A blood curdling scream left me and I was frozen. Even with the cuffs magically falling loose, I couldn’t move. I was so weak. In so much pain, it was hard to get past the thought of being defeated.

“Get up.” Sayer pulled me to stand, pushing a loose, white slip over my head. It came down a few inches above my knees, but it didn’t hide what I saw. Cum mixed with blood ran down my legs and I squeezed them together, feeling and seeing the wetness just past the hem smear.

“You look great. Marko’s going to love this,” he whispered in my ear. “And this is what he’s going to see right before you kill him. He’s going to know you’re mine. That
I’m
the one with the power to do to you whatever I want. He’ll be so devastated by your appearance, his guard will be down. And you’ll end him once and for all. You got that?”

Sayer jerked against my arm, pulling me toward the door. I could fight, but I didn’t. He was taking me to see Marko. Somehow, I knew this person, but I couldn’t put the pieces together in my mind. Everything was blurring together. I was fading again and there was only one thing I knew: I had to get to him. Had to get to Marko.

Hunter’s shouts continued, but not for long. The door closed behind us and Sayer pulled me toward the tunnel at a fast pace. Blood was all I tasted and smelled, and it was my own. It left my adrenaline soaring to dangerous heights. The moment we broke into the large open room, every sound in the city pinged in my ears, spiking my need to defend myself. Musicians sang. People laughed far off in the distance, moans even broke through from somewhere, but I was pulled from the moment by a group of people coming to an abrupt stop in front of me. Their power was strong. Together, it made me pull against Sayer’s grip so I could try to protect myself. Two men and two women. One with dark hair had my eyes narrowing. She stirred something in my mind, but I wasn’t sure whether she was a threat.

“Oh…God,” she breathed out.

“Mind your business, Marie,” Sayer snapped, pushing us past them. I turned around, seeing the dark haired woman’s mouth drop open as she shook her head. She spun on her heels, racing deeper into the large, open room. Darkness took over and two heartbeats in the distance had my attention snapping to the front. Light rested further down and I couldn’t shake the feeling that I’d been here before.

Tighter, Sayer’s arm gripped. “Remember what I told you. Kill him,” he said under his breath, “or I’ll rape you again the moment we get back to the room. This time, it won’t be so nice or quick.”

A threatening sound left me, so deep and loud, it bounced from the cement around us. But he didn’t stop. Didn’t even seem fazed by my reaction to his warning. We broke into the light and a dark haired man had a woman pinned against the wall of his cell. His face was buried in her neck and I watched him stiffen before he turned around, letting the woman crash to the floor. Blood stained his chin and he wiped it away, reaching down to blindly kill her before he stepped forward. Not once did he take his eyes off me. It was like I was looking at Hunter all over again during my rape. Horror. Pain.

The man I knew as Marko reached to his chest and took a few ragged breaths before turning his attention to Sayer. The hate he projected was equivalent to my own, but the expression was so fast, it didn’t last. Hardness came over his features and he shook his head, beginning to laugh.

“Fuck, you did a number on her. I have to say, I’m a little shocked right now. I thought for sure you were joking. Yet, here she is, beaten to hell, covered in blood and…” His head tilted as he looked down at my legs. The fury flickered again, but was gone as his eyes rose. “Cum. I take it that’s yours?”

“Of course it’s mine. Tessalyn belongs to me. I can fuck her when I choose.”

Slowly, Marko nodded, his mouth growing tight.

“My princess has decided she wants to fight you after all. Don’t you, sweetheart?” Lips pressed against the side of my face and my claws shot down. Before I could raise my hand to attack, his fingers slid into my hair and he yanked me forward. The door to the cell slammed open and I was thrown in so low, my chest slid across the rough ground. My hand came down and I tried to push myself up, only to collapse.