Blood Vengeance (15 page)

Keira’s body moved with him, building toward orgasm.

He sped up his fingers, at the same time sinking his fangs into her areola, and Keira cried out as she crashed over the edge, hard and fast.

Chapter 20

Luukas

Luukas lifted his head to watch his witch as she came undone beneath him. Her skin was flushed and damp, one hand gripping the comforter and the other tugging at his hair as she arched into his hand without shame.

He wished her eyes were open.

Easing her down from her orgasm, he ran his fingers lightly through her pussy. She was so fucking wet.

His cock throbbed in his jeans, and he could wait no more. With one more lick at the blood seeping from her nipple where he’d bitten her, he stood up and shoved his pants down, stepping out of them and then pulling hers off too.

Crawling back over her, he nudged her legs apart and poised himself at her entrance, enjoying the feeling of her arms wrapping around his neck and shoulders.

“Open your eyes, Keira,” he ordered, his voice raw with need. “Look at me.”

She did, and he watched her beautiful hazel eyes widen as he thrust into her tight sheath, burying himself up to the hilt. She cried out as he filled her so suddenly, throwing her head back.

“No! Open your eyes. Look at me!”

He wanted to see her, and he wanted her to know who was fucking her: who was possessing her.

She locked her gaze to his, and he began to move, sliding himself all the way out and then quickly slamming back in. Gods, the
feel
of her.  Her full breasts pressed against his chest, her soft thighs wrapped around his hips, and her hot channel squeezed him as he thrust in and out, savoring these feelings that he hadn’t felt in so long.

Lowering his head, he kissed her fiercely, groaning at the sweet taste of her. He couldn’t remember ever having a woman that made him feel like this.

MINE.

The word reverberated through his head as he broke off the kiss. Rearing up, he quickened his pace, slamming into her as she gripped his biceps, holding her eyes with his. His balls tightened as he felt his impending orgasm. He wanted to make it last longer, wanted to work her up again, but found he couldn’t stop.

“Touch yourself,” he ordered.

She didn’t hesitate to do as he told her. He watched as she found her clit and started rubbing herself, her other hand going to her breast to play with her nipple. The sight nearly unmanned him.

He pounded into her, his eyes going from her face, to her breast, to her small hand touching herself. “Ah! I’m going to come. Come with me, Keira!”

“Yes!” she cried out. “Luukas!”

At the sound of his name on her lips, he threw his head back with a roar as he came, hearing her cry out loudly as she joined him. He continued to thrust in and out as he pulsed inside of her, her contractions forcing every last drop from him.

Falling on top of her, he rolled to the side, bringing her with him, not wanting to crush her.

Holy fuck.

He lay still and silent for a few minutes, catching his breath, enjoying the calmness of his mind; a calm he hadn’t felt in seven long years.

Reaching up, he pulled the tie out of her hair and ran his fingers through the damp strands, spreading it out to dry. He liked her hair down.

“Luukas?” Her angel's voice broke into his thoughts.

“Hmm?”

“How old are you?” she asked.

“Over six hundred years.”

“Where did you come from? When you crossed the ocean?”

“I’m from Estonia.”

“Luukas?”

“What?”

He felt her take a shuddering breath against his chest. “I truly am so sorry for everything I’ve done to you. If I’d felt I had any other choice…”

Why did she insist on trying to apologize to him? Nothing she said or did would ever make him forgive her.

Nothing
.

Extracting himself from her arms, he got up off of the bed, found his jeans and yanked them on. “Get up. Get dressed. You need to eat.”

She searched his face for a moment, and then, with a sigh, sat up and found her pants. Standing up, she carried them over to the dresser as she pulled off her ruined shirt and searched his dresser drawers for a new one. Finding one she liked, she sashayed naked into the bathroom, closing the door. The lock clicked behind her.

He felt himself growing hard again at the sight of that luscious, bare ass.

Clenching his jaw, he reminded himself who she was…of what she had done to him. He would NOT fall prey to her charms. He would NOT forget. He would use her delectable body, for blood and for sex, and then he would kill her when he grew tired of her.

He would find another female that tasted just as good, and who made him just as hard.

Stalking out of the bedroom, he went to check the supplies in the kitchen. He never kept food here, there wasn’t ever any need, and he didn’t know how much Nik had brought up from his place.

Thinking of his brother, he wondered for the first time what was going on with him and Keira’s sister. The thought left him again as his witch came out of the bedroom, immediately diverting his attention.

“What kind of food do you like? There isn’t much here. We could order something.”

He watched her make herself at home at the kitchen counter as she thought about it, her eyes lighting up as she told him, “I could totally go for a huge, greasy pizza. Thin crust. With mushrooms. And iced tea!”

He gave a nod. “Done.”

“Just one question,” she stopped him before he could walk away. “How are you going to order a pizza when you’ve destroyed all of the phones? Surely you’re not planning on leaving me here alone to go get it? As I’m not allowed to leave?”

He narrowed his eyes at her smirking face. How indeed? Walking over to the front door, he opened it just enough to stick his head out.

“NIKULAS!”

Closing the door, he walked calmly back to the kitchen.

A second later, his brother burst through the door, “Luukas! What’s wrong? What can I do?”

He smiled as the smirk fell from her face. “The witch would like a large, greasy pizza. Thin crust, with mushrooms, and an ice tea.”

Nik put his hands on his narrow hips, eyeing his brother with confusion. “You know you can just pick up the phone and order it from that place down the street, right? They deliver.”

“I destroyed the phones.”

Nikulas lifted an eyebrow. “You destroyed the phones? Why?”

“Because he doesn’t want me calling Emma,” the witch informed him.

“Because I don’t want her calling anyone,” Luukas clarified.

Nik scratched his head. “Uh, ok. I’ll order the pizza.” He looked questioningly at Keira, and she gave him a reassuring smile.

“Don’t forget the mushrooms, please.”

He nodded, and with a strange look thrown his brother's way, left to go order the food.

Luukas watched her toying with a pen that had been lying on the counter. She looked up, her eyes dancing with mischief.

“Nikulas is kind of hot.”

He clenched his jaw, refusing to rise to her bait.

“He’s really nice too.”

Luukas lifted an eyebrow.

“And he does that same exact thing with his eyebrow.”

Rolling his eyes, he got some water out of the fridge.

“So,” she put her elbows on the counter and rested her chin in her hands. “What do you want to talk about?”

“Why do we need to talk about anything?”

“Well, what else are we going to do? Stare at each other all night? You don’t seem like the ‘Charades’ type.”

“No.”

“Tell me about your life growing up in Estonia.”

She smiled encouragingly at him, and his breath caught at the sight. He couldn’t remember ever seeing her smile like that, so relaxed. Of course, there hadn’t been much reason to do so in the time they’d known each other.

He cleared his throat. “What would you like to know?”

“What was your family like? Where in Estonia did you grow up? What was it like there back then? Is Nikulas your only sibling?”

He frowned at her barrage of questions.

“My parents were peasants. We had a farm in Estonia. It was cold. Except in the summer, when it was warmer, but the sun never set. Or at least it seemed like it didn’t. And yes, Nik is my only sibling. We had a sister, but she died as a child.”

“I’m sorry.” Her eyes softened, and he frowned. He didn’t need her pity.

He shrugged. “It was long ago. I don’t really remember her.”

“How old were you when you were turned?”

“I was thirty years of age.”

“How did it happen?”

He heaved a sigh, but she just raised her eyebrows at him expectantly.

Setting his water bottle on the counter, he leaned on his elbows across from her, linking his fingers together. “I went out to check on my wife before getting ready for bed, to see why she was taking so long checking the cattle, and I found her in the arms of a vampire. He was feeding from her. I...froze, unable to process what I was seeing, until he dropped her dead body to the cold ground.”

“You were married?” she asked softly.

“Yes.”

“Did you have any children?”

“No. Not yet.”

“Then what happened?” Her hazel eyes were filled with horror for him.

“I attacked him, planning to either kill him or be killed. I thought I had a chance, even though I had no weapon. I’d never seen a creature such as that before, and he was smaller than I, and would be weaker, or so I believed. He played with me for a bit, like a cat with a mouse, until I’d worn myself out. Finally, as I stood weaving before him, bleeding from the many wounds he’d inflicted, I gave up and demanded that he kill me. I didn't want to live without her.”

She sat back in her stool, and regarded him seriously. “You loved her that much.” It wasn't a question.

He nodded. "Yes."

"Do you still miss her?"

He straightened up and shrugged. "I don't really remember the feelings I had for her anymore. And my life is different now. She wouldn't fit into it anymore."

She urged him to continue. “You still haven’t told me how you became a vampire.”

Luukas looked down at his hands gripping the edge of the counter. “The vampire that killed her...I guess he was impressed by my tenacity. He laughed at my demand, and had me on the ground, drinking from me, before I could protest. Next thing I knew, I woke up in his home. And I was…different. The hunger was indescribable, and all consuming. I panicked, believing myself to be a monster, and tried to run off. But he stopped me, calmed me down. We went out and fed together, and he taught me everything he knew. We were together for a long time. He was lonely and was glad for the companionship.”

“Where is he now?”

“He’s dead.”

She sat up straight, a hand over her mouth. “Oh no! What happened?”

He looked her right in the eyes. “I killed him.”

Her eyes widened, and when she finally spoke, her voice was disbelieving. “You killed your Master?”

He nodded once.

“Holy shit. I didn’t even know that was possible. I was always taught that you guys had some type of weird bond with the one who created you.”

“We do.”

“Then how, why did you…?”

“He was an ass. He was reckless, irresponsible, and uncaring. He put us in danger needlessly, playing games with the humans. We always had to move around so the lynch mobs wouldn’t find us; we could never stay in one home for any amount of time. He killed without remorse when he fed. I grew tired of it. And, I needed revenge for the killing of my wife.”

“So you’d planned to kill him all along.”

“Yes.”

“Are you still planning on killing me?”

His expression became strained, and he clenched his jaw, but his eyes were direct and his voice didn’t falter. “Yes.”

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She didn’t look surprised, or even afraid. She looked resigned. She gave him a sad smile.

A knock at the door broke the tension, and Nik walked in with a large pizza box in one hand and a large to-go cup in the other. “One X-tra large, greasy pizza with mushrooms, and a large iced tea." He set it on the counter near Keira, and went to grab her some paper towels.

“Thank you, brother,” Luukas told him sincerely.

“Sure. No problem.” He smiled at the witch. “If you make me a list, I’ll go down to that 24-hr market in a little bit and pick up some more stuff for you.”

She nodded her agreement, her mouth full of pizza, and gave him a thumb’s up.

Luukas watched as she closed her eyes, a blissful expression on her face as she chewed. A small smile played around the corners of his mouth at her obvious enjoyment. He found he...liked...seeing her happy.

Clearing his throat, Nikulas asked, “So, how’re things going here? You’re looking better.”

Was he? He wouldn't know. He refused to look at himself in the mirror. Actually, he was considering smashing them all. “I’m fine.”