The Capture (2 page)

“I’m supposed to handle the situation,” he
said by way of answer but he shifted in seeming discomfort.

“I don’t want to die,” she murmured.

“Most people don’t.”

“Why can’t you just relocate me, like a
werewolf witness protection program?”

He shook his head. “There is nowhere you
could go that they wouldn’t eventually find you. They
are…tenacious.”

“I’m a good person,” she said, wiping away a
tear. “I was studying to be an engineer. I like finding out how
things work.” She was making mindless conversation if only to mask
the trembling fear inside. “I never imagined…”

“Your heritage is your only crime,” he
admitted. “I would that things were different.” The quiet admission
shocked her and she glanced up and to catch him frowning. “You are
the first Breeding female who wasn’t aware of her lineage. Most are
protected and hidden away to prevent the feuding. Of course, none
have had your bloodline before. Your parents were foolish to mate,
having known the consequence.”

“They must’ve really loved each other,”
Cassandra supposed and Cristophe shrugged away her romantic
sentiment as if it were of no matter.

“A useless and dangerous emotion. Look where
it has put you…and them.”

She perked up, curious. “Are my parents still
alive?”

“No.”

He dashed her sudden hope with his flat
admission. “What happened?”

“I’ve only seen part of the file. They died
shortly after you were born and given to the adoption agency. The
records were mysteriously destroyed, which made finding the infant
impossible.” He looked uncomfortable. “You have to realize, any
offspring from their union would’ve been dangerous. They’d known
the risk and chose their path anyway.”

Someone had killed her parents? She
shuddered, saddened for two people she’d never known but had passed
on this deadly legacy. “It’s not right that their only crime was
falling in love.”

“Life is cruel,” he said simply. “Blame the
gods for drafting such a prophecy to rule our lives.”

Suddenly, she became aware of a prickling
heat dancing along her skin and she wiped away the beads of sweat
that gathered at her hairline. Sweat dripped along her ribcage as
her internal temperature began to steadily rise. Oh no, she thought
with rising panic. Not now! She looked up at Cristophe and he
started when her eyes dilated and everything became hazed in red in
her vision. “Cristophe…” she gasped, bending over as a fresh stab
of arousal spiraled through her.

“You are phasing again, too soon,” he
muttered, catching her as she fell to the ground. “You’re on fire,
damn it. You’re not supposed to phase so quickly! You should’ve had
at least a few days to recover.”

“Don’t let me die,” she pleaded, gripping his
shirt. “Please! I never asked for any of this.”

The arousal turned to pain as her channel
slicked with moist heat, needing to be filled. The emptiness of her
core created waves of pain and need that caused her to cry out with
agony. “Oh God! I can’t handle this! Please help me,
Cristophe!”

She began ripping at the thin material
covering her. Even the slightest touch of the fabric was an
irritant to her skin. With a growl, she pressed herself against
Cristophe, mindless that he was her enemy and captor. She needed to
feel skin on skin or face dying a terrible death.

“Touch me, Cristophe,” she begged, almost
sobbing. The tips of her nipples were reddened and throbbing, while
her breasts swelled to twice their normal size. Her skin stretched
from the swelling and her pussy quivered as juices dribbled from
her passage, slicking the way.

She could sense Cristophe fighting an
internal struggle, but within seconds had her on her back in the
dirt. “I can’t seem to help myself,” he admitted, shocked at his
own actions as he fumbled with his belt and pants. “Oh good God,
this is unnatural but I want it so badly!”

He groaned as she grabbed at him, wrapping
her hot hands around his long, curved length. He was so different
from her wolf lovers but she felt insatiable. This was far worse
than the first two phases. This was the grand dame of phases and
she was helpless to stop it. She slipped his cock into her mouth,
sucking eagerly and wantonly on his straining erection, as his
balls slapped against her chin. His fingers threaded through her
tresses and held her mouth in place as he fucked her wet and
willing mouth. She felt drugged, beyond control. She needed cock
after cock. One would never be enough.

She groaned, lost to the sensations racing
through her body, making mincemeat of rational thought. Cristophe
pushed her away before he could cum in her mouth and she fell back
only to sink onto her hands and knees, her ass lifted in offering.
“Take me, Cristophe!” she begged. “I need to feel a cock inside me
before I go insane!”

He slammed his cock inside her, rough and
hard, just the way she liked it. Just like her wolves. He gripped
her hips for better leverage and pumped his cock into her like a
piston, ramming into her juicy hole without stop. She groaned as
his cock rubbed against a secret sweet spot deep inside her, making
her squirt and dribble down her thighs into the fine dirt. The
sounds of their animalistic fucking echoed off the cavern walls and
filled the air between them. He grunted as he buried his cock deep
inside her, touching her womb with the bulbous head, pounding her
pussy until she moaned with pure pleasure.

“You dirty wolf-slut,” he gritted out,
banging her as hard as he could, punctuating each thrust with nasty
talk befitting a sailor but she reveled in it. She arched her back
for a deeper penetration and she cried out as he yanked a handful
of her hair. The sudden dominance spoke to something deep inside
her and she shuddered as she released more cream in her channel,
losing herself in the shameless fucking. “That’s it, take it all,”
he demanded in a harsh groan. “Take my cock!”

She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure rocked
her, his balls slapping hard against her ass cheeks until she
suddenly stiffened and she lost herself to the sensations inside
her. She squeezed her internal muscles to the point of delicious
pain and Cristophe uttered a throaty groan as he poured his fluid
into her, soaking her womb and creaming her core. The internal heat
from her phase immediately started to lower at the first splash of
seed deposited into her body. Blessed relief came quickly and she
collapsed to the ground in a puff of fine dust.

Cristophe withdrew and staggered away from
her as if she was poison but she was too relieved to care. The
pulsing agony had receded, replaced with the soft echo of pleasure.
She rolled to her back and stared at the darkened cavern
ceiling.

When she could breathe normally again, she
struggled to her feet and then walked to the pool. She sank into
the pool, grateful for the heated depths to wash away her shame and
confusion. Her insides ached from the pounding her channel had
taken from three different men in as many hours, but her internal
heat had subsided and for that she was inordinately grateful.

Cristophe surprised her when he joined her.
She glanced at him shyly, not sure what happened next. “Am I still
going to die?” she asked. “I’ve phased three times. What now?”

Cristophe looked stricken, as if baffled by
what had just happened between them, and he said, “That never
should’ve happened. A vampire has never been affected by a Breeding
female werewolfs phasing. But I couldn’t stop myself. Your agony
was my own. I had to fuck you. This is madness.”

Okay…but angst aside, that didn’t answer her
question. “Am I still going to die?” she asked again.

“No, you’ve phased completely for this cycle.
But you will come into your Breeding time again. It will start all
over again.”

She frowned unhappily. “How am I supposed to
live a normal life if I’m consumed with sex with every cycle?”

“You cannot live a normal life. You are not
normal.”

“Stop saying that. Up until yesterday I was
very normal, almost boring,” she said with fresh irritation. “I
want to go back to that.” He sighed and remained silent, obviously
wrestling with his own issues. She glanced at him surreptitiously.
“So, if vampires are immune to Breeding females…why were you
affected by me?”

He scowled. “I don’t know. But I intend to
find out. Come, we must leave this place. I need to find answers
and I’m not going to find them here.”

He left the pool and Cassandra reluctantly
followed. She rather liked that natural spring-fed pool. She felt
invigorated and alive, which was in direct contrast to the reality
that she was in real danger.

Cristophe handed her fresh clothes, more
appropriate to the weather conditions, and then after they’d
dressed and doused the fire, he clasped her hand and pulled her
through the treacherous maze of the cavern.

They popped out of the mouth of the cavern
and suddenly, Cristophe was jerked off his feet and flung several
feet until he was pinned against the cavern wall, the shaft of a
wooden arrow quivering from his punctured shoulder.

“Vampires…such a pain in the ass. I’ll be
happy to be rid of them.”

Cassandra shrieked as she was grabbed by two
sets of rough hands. A man with a deeply scarred face came into
view. He was definitely a werewolf, she could sense it. He smiled
into her face, knuckling her cheek with interest as he gazed openly
at her, as if assessing her worth. He sniffed at her neck and drew
away with a curl of his lip. He shot a dark look at Cristophe who
was helpless to move with the wood in his shoulder. “Your scent is
all over her. Why?” He appeared puzzled by the mystery but soon
moved on. “No matter. She will cycle again…soon. And I plan to
plant my seed in her belly.” He gripped her chin harshly. “You will
whelp my son — and my son will rule the world.”

“I will kill you, wolf,” Cristophe snarled.
“If you take her, you will have a price on your head. Every
vampire, and your rival clan, will make it their mission to stop
you from breeding. The prophecy must not come to fruition!”

“Be silent bloodsucker. Your days of
subjugating my kind are over.” He motioned to the men gripping her
tightly. “Bring the Breeder. I wish to sample her quivering little
cunt before her cycle begins.”

Cassandra cast a helpless glance at Cristophe
but there was little he could do to stop the wolves from Lichek’s
clan from carting her off.

Her only hope remained with Jandin and Koris
finding her before it was too late…

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