Part 11 (2/2)

”No. It was my doing, not Andrei's. He was just so devoted to me he followed my lead. When you were at your darkest was when you needed us most. I failed you. I'm so sorry, Vladimir. I-”

He pressed a thumb against her lips, fighting to hold a rush of tears at bay. ”There is no need for apologies. We are family and you were there when Santiago sent his hunters after me. When it counted, you were there and that's all that matters.”

With tears streaming down her face, she pressed her cheek against his shoulder again. ”I'm so sorry, Vladimir.”

He pressed his lips against her hair and held her close. ”There's no need for regrets, little one.”

”There's something I need to talk to you about, after we find Mikhel.”

”You can tell me now.”

”No. We must find Mikhel first. Then I have something else to confess for which I hope you'll be able to forgive me.”

”Never fear, little one. I can forgive you anything.”

She lifted her head and looked up at him. ”This is not such a little thing, Vladimir, and it feels like a betrayal.”

The anguish and pain he saw in her gaze tore at his heart. He smiled. ”It doesn't matter what it is. I can and will forgive you anything.”

She wiped her cheeks. ”Then we have to go find Mikhel.” She flashed across the room to the front door. She glanced over her shoulder. ”Are you coming?”

”Yes.” Under duress. ”I know someone who can help us.”

Chapter Seven.

Deoctra stood in the doorway of the dark, cold cellar fighting hard to suppress a s.h.i.+ver. On the floor, with what appeared to be a crystal chain strapped around his right wrist and ankle, Mikhel lay naked and unconscious.

Also naked, Lina straddled his body, cupping her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s in her hands and moaning as she repeatedly impaled herself on Mikhel's large c.o.c.k.

Deoctra clenched her hands into fists. ”What are you doing to him?”

Lina glanced over her shoulder. Their gazes met and locked. Deoctra looked into the other fem's dark eyes and saw an endless dark pit.

Lina leered. ”Having a little fun.”

Deoctra swallowed slowly, noting the healing marks on Mikhel's handsome face. ”You've tortured him and now you're raping him. That's not what we agreed to.”

”Yes. Oh yes, I know, but when I saw the size of his c.o.c.k, I couldn't help myself. I had to have him.” Her eyes glowed. ”He has the most divine c.o.c.k. No wonder you couldn't get over him.”

Memories of the days when she and Mikhel had been a couple rushed at Deoctra with the force of a gale wind. She remembered the first time she'd tasted him. The flavor of his c.o.c.k and his c.u.m had driven her nearly mad with hunger. She had been content to stand by and allow him to taste l.u.s.t with other women-confident that when he was ready to settle down, he'd return to her. Instead he had fallen for a blonde, human wh.o.r.e. All her hopes and dreams had been dashed into tiny pieces.

The pain his betrayal had engendered had driven her to an ill-advised plan for revenge. Two of her younger sisters had paid with their lives. When all had seemed lost, she had met Leon. Leon. As improbable as a match between a vampire and a s.h.i.+fter was, she had been happy with him-until Mikhel's nephew, Acier Gautier, had killed him.

His death had rekindled her desire for revenge. She longed to see Mikhel suffer for all the pain and anguish that had begun with his betrayal. She touched her stomach. Now that she saw him helpless and at the mercy of a fem who had none, feelings of revulsion and remorse overwhelmed her.

She flashed across the room. ”Get the h.e.l.l away from him.” She s.n.a.t.c.hed Lina off him and flung her against the far wall.

Lina bounded to her feet and went into a crouching position, baring her incisors. ”b.i.t.c.h. For now, he's all mine. If you want some c.o.c.k, you'll just have to wait your turn. Now get out of my way.”

Mikhel groaned softly and Deoctra glanced quickly over her shoulder. His lids fluttered up. She saw resignation in his eyes as their gazes met.

She tore her gaze away from his and turned her attention back to Lina. ”You know this is not what I intended.”

Lina laughed. ”Frankly, I don't give a f.u.c.k what you intended. He's here now and he's mine. And there's absolutely nothing you can do about it.”

Deoctra smiled. ”You know, it's been quite awhile since I beat anyone's a.s.s.” She beckoned to the other female. ”Come get your a.s.s kicked from here into the next county, b.i.t.c.h.”

Lina somersaulted into the air. Deoctra flashed forward and leaped upward, closing her fingers around the other fem's neck just as her feet were about to touch the floor. Landing lightly on her own feet, she slammed Lina onto her back on the floor and straddled her body. She wrapped both hands around her neck and glared down into the dark, hate-filled eyes staring up at her. ”Don't you ever challenge me again, b.i.t.c.h, or you won't live very long. Now you remove those d.a.m.ned chains from him and I'll take him and leave.”

”Oh, I don't think so.”

Keeping her grip on Lina's neck, Deoctra glanced over her shoulder and tensed. Crowded into the cellar were several members of the brotherhood. She bounded to her feet, dragging Lina upright along with her. Wrapping her forearm around Lina's windpipe, she flashed across the room to stand in front of Mikhel's p.r.o.ne body.

She addressed the young, blue-eyed vampire who had spoken. ”This is between me and Lina. Don't make the mistake of getting on my bad side, Lover.”

The full-blood called Lover shook his head. ”Oh no.” He cast a quick glance at Mikhel. ”I want a piece of him. I'm going to bust that tight a.s.s of his open.”

The thought of Lover's short, fat, greedy c.o.c.k pus.h.i.+ng its way into Mikhel's a.s.s enraged Deoctra. ”No. You stay away from him or I swear I'll kill you.”

Lover laughed. ”I might be impressed, except that there are four of us and only one of you.”

Lina's fingers clawed at her arm. Deoctra tightened her forearm around the other fem's throat. ”I'm warning you, Lover, if you touch him, you won't live long enough to regret it.”

Lover looked at the three vampires flanking him and laughed. ”I'm s.h.i.+vering in my boots. If I were you, I'd leave while we're still prepared to allow it.”

She heard zippers being lowered and sucked in a breath. All four males had popped out their c.o.c.ks and were looking at Mikhel.

Deoctra swallowed. There was no way she could protect Mikhel from four fullblood vampires. And she didn't want to save him from sodomy enough to risk her own life. Why should she try to save him after all the grief he had caused her?

Yet, she knew she would not be able to walk away knowing what they planned to do to him. She stared at Lover. ”I'm leaving, but let me remind you all just who he is. He is Mikhel Dumont, younger brother of Aleksei and Vladimir Madison.”

”So?”

”So just what do you think they'll do when they learn you've violated their little brother?”

”I hear Aleksei is out of state and I can a.s.sure you Vladimir will not care. h.e.l.l, he might even want a piece of that tight-looking a.s.s himself. You know he's an a.s.s man. Now get out or die, b.i.t.c.h.”

Deoctra stood her ground. ”He wouldn't touch his own brother. And even if Aleksei is out of state, don't forget, Luc is his mentor. Just what do you think he'll do to each of you if you touch the favorite brother of his pet vampire? I don't know about you, but I wouldn't want Luc mad at me.” Noting a hint of fear in each vampire's gaze, she was satisfied they would leave Mikhel alone-for the time being.

She looked at Mikhel. Fight them as long as you can.

Why? What's the point? I'm in no shape to offer any real resistance.

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