"Such a naughty kitten," the vampire mutters, scowling in a way that erases the beauty of his face.
The vampire's grip tightens, crushing my throat as I thrash against him. My lungs scream for air. I claw at his hands, nails scraping uselessly against unyielding flesh. Panic floods my mind, blotting out rational thought.
Your training, Ava! Rember your training! Selene's voice slices through my rising hysteria.
Right. Training. Jericho's lessons flash through my oxygen-starved brain. I stop flailing and focus, letting my body go limp, conserving strength. The vampire smirks, misreading it as submission. His cold breath washes over my face as he leans in, nostrils flaring.
He's...sniffing ?
Revulsion churns my stomach as his nose skims along my jaw, down to the crook of my neck. He lingers there, inhaling deeply, a pleased rumble vibrating his chest.
The scar, Ava! Don't let him near it! Selene's warning ricochets through my head. He can't bite you there!
Fragnted mories resurface—Selene cautioning about my scar during my heat, insisting I keep Clayton away from it. I hadn't understood then. I'm not sure I do now. But her urgency propels into action.
Gritting my teeth, I shove at the vampire's face, fingernails gouging. He snarls, jerking back slightly but not releasing . The pressure on my windpipe eases a fraction and I suck in a desperate breath, spots dancing across my vision.
That scar is where your power leaks out. It's like a drug to creatures who can sense it. It isn't quite an aphrodisiac, but it can be, in the right circumstances, Selene explains rapidly.
Well that's just great, I grouse in my head, still scrabbling to dislodge the vampire's chokehold. Whose brilliant idea was it to put a magic neon 'bite ' sign on my neck?
Selene growls in frustration. Just protect it, Ava! Don't let him break the skin there, no matter what!
The vampire chuckles darkly, his grip loosening as he nuzzles into my neck again, lips brushing my hamring pulse. Lightheadedness swamps and I giggle, strangely giddy, before I realize it's the lack of oxygen making loopy.
"Such an enticing scent," he murmurs against my skin, tongue flicking out to taste. Bile rises in my throat. "What is that delectable aroma, little wolf?"
Hysteria bubbles up, escaping in a strangled laugh. "Must be the pancakes I had for breakfast."
His answering hiss is a mixture of irritation and amusent. "So the kitten has claws." Cool fingers ghost across my collarbone, tracing the neck of my shirt. "Shall we see what other secrets you're hiding?"
Sothing whizzes by my ear, embedding itself in the vampire's neck with a sickening squelch. Blood spurts from the wound, splattering us both in a grotesque crimson spray. The coppery tang assaults my nose, but there's an underlying sweetness that makes my stomach heave. It's cloying, like rotting fruit, and I gag on the scent, fighting the urge to vomit as I'm dropped to the ground.
The vampire staggers back, his eyes wide with shock and fury. His hand flies to his neck, wrenching out the object lodged there. It's a knife, the blade slick with his blood. He snarls, fangs bared, as he tosses it aside.
Suddenly, Teddy is there, grabbing my arm and hauling to my feet. I stumble, legs shaky, as he shoves behind him. He faces off against the vampire, fists raised, body coiled with tension.
"Get your friend and run," Teddy grits out, not taking his eyes off the seething creature before us. "I'll hold him off."
I hesitate, torn between helping Teddy and reaching Lisa. But Teddy is already moving, launching himself at the vampire with a guttural roar, shifting as he rushes in.
Tearing my gaze away, I scramble to Lisa's side. She's still unconscious, her breathing shallow. I shake her shoulders, calling her na, but she doesn't respond. Panic claws at my chest. I need to get her out of here, away from the danger.
A sickening crunch makes whip my head around. My heart seizes in my chest. Teddy lies crumpled on the ground, his head twisted at an unnatural angle. His wolf eyes stare sightlessly at the sky, his muzzle slack. The vampire stands over him, lips curled in a cruel smile.
"Foolish pup," he sneers, wiping blood from his chin. "Did you really think you could best ?"
Cold laughter rings out as he steps over Teddy's body, advancing on with predatory grace. I scramble to my feet, positioning myself between him and Lisa. My hands shake, my breath coming in sharp gasps, but I clench my fists, readying myself for a fight.
Rember your training, Selene whispers urgently in my mind. Use his strength against him. Go for the weak points—eyes, throat, groin.
I nod, more to myself than to her. The vampire stalks closer, his gaze raking over with a mix of hunger and amusent.
"Still want to play, little wolf?" he taunts, circling slowly. "I promise I'll make it worth your while."
Revulsion shudders through , but I force it down, keeping my eyes locked on his. I can't let him distract . I have to stay focused, find an opening.
He lunges, too fast to track. Instinct has dodging to the left, and his fingers graze my arm. Lashing out blind is stupid, because he catches my wrist easily, yanking off balance.
When I stumble, he uses montum against , spinning around until my back slams against his chest. One arm wraps around my waist, pinning to him. The other grips my chin, forcing my head to the side, baring my neck, my scar to his eyes.
"Mmm, there it is," he purrs, nose skimming along my scar. "That tantalizing scent. I wonder what you'll taste like."
Panic explodes through . I thrash wildly, kicking and clawing at his arms, but his hold is unbreakable. He laughs, the sound vibrating against my back, as his tongue drags over my skin. I shudder, bile rising in my throat.
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