Despite her fear of the cultists, she knew a moment of even greater terror. The vast weight of his mind could rip hers to shreds. There was no way she could survive.
Sharp pain sliced across her ribs, and Caroline jumped against the hard hands that held her. “I’m getting hungry, Marilyn,” one of the male cultists said over her head. “Quit playing with that knife and plunge it in. We’ll feed while she dies.”
“Patience, Roger,” the priestess purred. “This is the best part.”
And once they finished with her, Galahad was next. She was the only chance either of them had. With a mental howl of terror, Caroline plunged through the Truebond and into his consciousness.
Images bombarded her, too fast to process—faces she didn’t recognize, whirling past like leaves in a hurricane; a blade biting deep into a man’s neck; the reek of spilled intestines; a castle burning around her; flames leaping and crackling as heat seared her skin; a woman’s throat beneath her mouth, the give of flesh yielding to her fangs; someone’s sex gripping her cock; Morgana’s voice purring lewd instructions; her own laughter…
Drowning, blinded, Caroline screamed.
“Listen to the gutless little slut,” Marilyn laughed. “I haven’t even started yet, Maja. Just wait.”
But she knew in a moment it wouldn’t matter. Galahad was destroying her.
Caroline! His voice spoke in her mind. She felt him fighting to protect her, to block the memories, to shield her from the black images roaring through her mind. Warm, soothing, strong, he cradled her. All of this is just detail. It doesn’t matter. Touch me.
A bubble of silence formed around them like the eye of a hurricane. They were alone together. Even the cultists disappeared.
Suddenly he no longer seemed like some impossibly ancient predator, but a man. A man who struggled with a thankless, hellish job, yes, a man who despaired even as he continued to fight. A man she’d held and touched and loved. A man as vulnerable and lonely as she was.
Oh, a small voice said somewhere inside her. It’s you.
Yes.
Caroline opened Galahad’s eyes and looked across the chamber at the altar where the vampires held her pinned. She was inside him. The barrier that had blocked her from her magic had been left behind.
“Isc aff argia t’ri ke per,” she said in Galahad’s deep voice. The vampires looked around, startled.
Marilyn realized what was happening first. “Oh, holy fuck!” She lifted the blade to plunge it deep.
But even as it descended, Caroline and Galahad roared, “Ka avi ITA!”
Magic exploded from them in a flaming, boiling wave, whipping the knife from the priestess’s hand. Marilyn screamed as the spell hit Gierolf’s Grail. She tried to throw the cup aside, but it was too late. The grail flared black and imploded, sending a blazing magical shock wave expanding outward.
The magical burst hit Marilyn and her vampire assistants first, vaporizing them instantly.
The watching vampire warriors bellowed and turned to run, only to vanish as the shock wave hit them, too. Even then it kept going. Caroline sucked in a breath as it shot over Galahad and slammed right through the complex walls.
The spell holding Galahad broke. He dropped to his feet with a grunt of satisfaction.
Caroline opened her own eyes and stared at the ceiling of the chamber, then lifted her head cautiously.
Galahad strode naked across the chamber toward her. She rolled off the altar and fell into his arms with a shriek of mingled relief and pleasure.
But just as he lowered his head to kiss her, they heard a tiny whimper. They stiffened warily and looked around. “What the hell was that?” Galahad growled.
The girl they’d come to save lay looking at them, her eyes huge over her gag.
“Oops,” Caroline murmured. “Forgot.” Reluctantly they drew apart and went to free her.
10
CAROLINE lay on her back on Galahad’s bed. Gloriously naked, he leaned on one elbow swirling a strawberry in a bowl of frothy cream. “You know, I think I like this Truebond thing. Open up.”
Lazily, she complied. He stroked the creamy berry into her mouth. She closed her lips around it and sucked gently, knowing the sight—and the mental image of what she imagined sucking instead—would drive him crazy.
“Are you goldbricking, or did you actually accomplish your mission?” Morgana demanded from the foot of the bed.
Caroline screeched and sat up. Only belatedly did she remember to zap jeans and T-shirts onto both of them. “Don’t you knock?”
“No.” The witch rocked back on her spike-heeled sandals, cool and elegant in a white suit that contrasted brilliantly with her black hair. “Nice conjuring. Next time set wards instead, and I won’t be able to do this.”
Bitch, Caroline thought.
That pretty much sums it up, Galahad agreed through their bond. Aloud, he added, “What brings you barging in, Morgana?”
“Do you still need help taking that little nest of yours?”
Disgruntled, Caroline drew her legs beneath her to sit up. “No, it’s taken care of. We returned the surviving victim to her family, and the police think the cult that kidnapped her died in a fire.”
Turns out the Satanists had a house on the surface above the complex. Caroline had conjured it into charred rubble and added a few bones to give weight to the explanation.
The victim herself remembered nothing, thanks to Caroline’s merciful alterations to her memory.
“Congratulations,” Morgan said impatiently. “Where’s my cup?”
Oops. “Ah…we destroyed it.”
“What?”
One explanation later, the Liege of the Majae wore an expression of speculative pleasure that made Galahad more than a little uneasy. “So that explains it.” Catching his lifted eyebrow, she said, “Remember the vampire nest in Peru I told you about? It wasn’t going at all well when a wave of magic rolled across the battlefield. I estimate fully a third of the enemy simply disappeared on the spot. Vaporized. Same thing happened to the forces fighting Arthur and Lancelot.”
Caroline’s jaw dropped. “A third?” A wicked grin crossed her face as she considered the implications. “And there were three cups. My spell must have wiped out all the vampires who were turned from that particular grail.”
“Obviously. You do still have that spell, I assume?”
“Sure.” Remembering the way Soren had transferred it to her, she winced. “I’ll…write it down for you.” Hastily, she conjured a piece of paper with the spell and handed it over. Though why the dragon hadn’t done the same for her was another question entirely.
Morgana accepted it with a smile of pleasure. “All we have to do now is find the other two cups. Destroying them will be a hell of a lot easier than trying to kill all those cultists one at a time.”
“Don’t count your chickens, Morgana,” Galahad warned. “They’re not going to give up the cups without a fight.”
The witch gave him a vicious grin. “Too bad.” She turned, reading the spell and started absently toward a gate that had appeared in the middle of the room. Just before she stepped through it, she looked back at Caroline, her expression more than a bit smug. “I knew we needed you.”
When the witch was gone, Caroline turned a disbelieving look on Galahad. “You stayed with her for a decade?” Then, reading an all-too-vivid memory of just what he’d found so appealing, she picked up a pillow and socked him with it. “You hound!”
“Now that’s just offensive.” Galahad plucked the pillow out of her hand. “I’ll have you know I’m far more wolf than dog.”
“We’ll see about that when I make you sit up and beg.”
But just as she was about to get her revenge, a deep rumbling voice filled the room. “Before you two start your mating ritual—I gather the spell worked?”
“Yes, Soren, thank you,” Galahad said, pouncing on Caroline and wrestling her onto her back.
“Yeah, thanks. Galahad, cut it out!”
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As they rolled and fought like puppies, the dragon, clinging to the side of the cliff, shook his massive head. “Mammals.” Catching sight of a tempting shape standing above him on the edge of the cliff, Soren started climbing up the mountain face to meet her. “But it’s not a bad idea. Come here, you.”
CAROLINE squirmed as Galahad stretched her out and pinned her down, both wrists pulled up above her head by one of his hands. “Now,” he purred, “are you going to get rid of this shirt, or am I going to eat it off?”
She glowered at him in mock temper before making it disappear. He lifted his head to contemplate her hard nipples with predatory interest. “That’s better.”
Caroline swallowed and licked her lips as he slowly lowered his head. The first hot flick of his tongue over the delicate peak made her jump. Through the Truebond, she caught an echo of how she tasted to him: slightly salty, deliciously feminine, uniquely Caroline.
He adored it.
And so he indulged, suckled, licked, nibbled. Slowly, enjoying the sensations she felt through the Truebond. No wonder you like this.
She moaned agreement and arched against him, then gasped at the feel of his hard, muscled weight while he enjoyed her lean, satin softness. “Let me go. I want to touch you.”
“I don’t think so.” He tightened his grip on her wrists. “I like it just like this.”
“Mmmmm.” It did feel good. “But you’re not fooling me. You’re afraid you’re going to lose it.” Deliberately, she gave him a slow, sinuous wiggle, sliding her belly over his erect cock in a way that made him groan.
Oh, so that’s how you want to play, he said through the link. We’ll just see who loses it first.
Oops. Tactical mistake.
Too late. He reared off her and rolled over onto his back. His cock bounced, pointing cheerfully at his chin. I’m challenging you to sixty-nine. Whoever comes first…Well, doesn’t exactly lose.
I was thinking that.
I know. Extending his arms over his head, he stretched, arching his back. The sight of that big body twisting against the sheets made her mouth water. “What are you waiting for? Mount up.” He was thinking that a millennia and a half of kinky experience should allow him to blow her out of the water—so to speak.
Pride stung, Caroline glowered at him. “We’ll just see about that, Sir Fangsalot.” She sat up, swung a leg over his chest so her behind was in his face, and settled down to eye his cock.
Galahad simply grabbed her by the hips and pulled her to his mouth with such breathtaking strength she yelped. The cry became a gasp as he gave her a long, sampling lick.
She felt the smug satisfaction in his mind. What are you waiting for? Get busy.
Give me a minute. Caroline contemplated the length of his cock and swallowed. I’m trying to figure out my plan of attack.
Ha!
Hey, all you have to do is nibble. I’ve got to engulf this telephone pole.
He liked the description enough to reward her with a long, wicked swirl of his tongue. Well, if it’s too much for you, I’d be happy to tie you up and find somewhere else to put it.
Pervert.
Not so. He sipped deliciously on sensitive flesh. You’re just a sheltered English teacher.
Not anymore. To prove it, she took the thick shaft in one hand, angled it upward and swooped her mouth down over the head. Closing her lips, she began to suck.
He liked that.
So did she. In fact, she liked the startling sensation of wet heat so much that she stopped, just holding him in her mouth. That felt pretty good, too.
He slid one long finger into her sex and closed his lips over her clit. Sucking hard, he sent a sweet firestorm blowing up her spine. His cock jerked in her mouth in reaction to the glorious echo.
You know, he thought when the fierce sensation faded, I think I’m winning. Where’d I put that rope?
I wouldn’t bring up the bondage idea to somebody who could chain you to this bed so fast your fangs would spin. Determined, she started suckling his velvety cock head again, trying to ignore the delicious sensations coming through the Truebond.
He licked. She worked another inch of cock down her throat. He suckled, swirling his tongue around her clit. She caught his balls in her free hand and cupped him gently as she bobbed her head.
A second finger joined the one in her cunt. He pumped slowly. She drew off him to lave the head of his erection while she stroked the shaft.
And every single caress from either of them sent delicious waves through both, the pleasure doubling and trebling.
The climax roared out of nowhere, so blinding and ferocious his bellow blended with her startled cry.
When the hot wave passed, she lay collapsed over him, dazed, vaguely aware of the taste of him. Oh.
Wow.
She twisted her head around and grinned back at him. Did Sir Galahad, badass of the known universe, just say “wow”?
A faint flush rose over his arrogant cheekbones. That was you.
It was not! You lying vampire! She rolled off him and grabbed the pillow. Before she could hit him with it, he grabbed her and dragged her beneath him.
Grinning, he settled down on top of her. “Oh, no, you don’t. You lost. I’m claiming my prize.”
“Hey, you came first! Yours triggered mine!”
“I don’t think so.” He lowered his head and kissed her slowly, throughly. She opened for him with a breathy little moan.
When he broke the kiss, she threaded her arms around his neck. “You came first.”
“I did not.” He reached down and drew her legs apart.
“Did, too.”
“Actually, the whole point is moot, because I am the big, strong vampire and I’m going to bang you like a drum.”
“Well, I’m the witch and I say…” He thrust his cock deep. “Wow.”
Galahad grinned and rolled his hips. “I aim to please.”
“Ooohhhhh. You don’t need much recovery time, do you?”
“Nope.” Another breathtaking thrust.
The double sensation of her pleasure and his made her arch her head into the pillow. Hunger ripped over her, so sudden and hot the teasing mood died a quick death. She slung both legs over his working butt and grabbed his shoulders, sinking her nails deep.
Fiercely they ground against one another, the unbearable delight whipping through their bodies with every thrust.
Goaded, driven, they thrust and thrust and…
Detonation.
Hot, sweet waves poured over them, burning and delicious until they were left spent, curled together in a sweating heap.
Long moments went by before Caroline was capable of speech. “Damn. Is it going to be like that every time?”
“I hope not. I’ll starve.” He’d been so intent on taking her, he hadn’t wanted to stop long enough to feed.
She laughed. “You romantic, you.”
I love you.
The thought, coming out of nowhere, made her blink. She blinked again when she realized he meant it.
What was more, she loved him, too. Caroline sensed the wave of satisfaction from him at the thought.
But that’s just not possible, she protested. We’ve only known each other…the Truebond.
Galahad rolled off her and pulled her onto his chest. I’d have fallen in love with you anyway. He grinned up at her, his smoky blue eyes wicked. “You’re loveable.”
“But I’m just a schoolteacher, and you’re you. I…” She broke off, realizing she didn’t even believe that anymore. If she’d been ordinary…
“You’d never have survived the Truebond with me. Hell, you wouldn’t have come to get me to begin with. You’d have hidden in your little house and pretended you hadn’t seen a damn thing.” His expression grew grim. “And those bastard vampires would have handed Arthur, Morgana, and Lancelot their heads.”
“Oh,” she said faintly. Then her voice strengthened. “I love you, Galahad.”
“I love you, Carol
ine.” He drew her close, his eyes dark and deep as they met hers. “Marry me.”
“Yes. Oh, yes.” Hungrily, she kissed him.
NEITHER of them saw Soren fly past the barrier spell. Twisting his head around, he grinned at Morgana, who sat astride his neck. “I do good work.”
“We do good work.” She turned to look through the barrier at the couple entwined in passion, then gave him a wicked smile. “Would you like to do a little more?”
A hot light appeared in the dragon’s eyes. “Oh, yes. But this time, you change form.”
Morgana sighed. “Very well. But you make such a lovely man.” She twisted, let herself fall from his back, and transformed, great wings beating.
He admired her sleek black scales. “You’re not so bad yourself. Come here.”
She gave him a toothy dragon smile and soared away with a tempting flick of her tail. “Only if you can catch me.”
“Ah, I do love a woman who plays hard to get….” He flew off after her into the glowing Mageverse night.
BLOOD LUST
Vickie Taylor
Prologue
THE silver toe cap on the end of the black snakeskin cowboy boot gleamed under the harsh laboratory lights as it rushed toward Daniel Hart’s face. He lurched away, but not before the sharp metal point laid open his cheek. His head snapped back. Blood arced above him, then splattered down on his lab coat like crimson rain as he rolled to a stop on the tile floor.
Bruised and battered, his stomach throwing up into his throat the remnants of the pizza he’d eaten at his desk an hour ago, he shifted to lay flat on his face and planted his palms out beside his shoulders, inhaling the mingled scents of industrial cleaner and blood while he gathered the strength to lever himself up.
Before he could move, another kick flipped him backward. He grunted, and another blow spun him in midair, then another.
His world became a blurry haze of stainless steel tables crashing to the floor, glass beakers shattering, instruments flying overhead in a whirlwind of violence and pain, and yet all he could think about was the work he’d dedicated the last three years of his life to. The delicate tests ruined. The data lost.