to overthrow the Vampire King and take my rightful place on the throne.” He snarled, “This whole thing smells like a major setup, a setup to destroy the only thing that can get me what I want.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Let’s make this simple, shall we? When the time comes, I will claim you before the Collective as my consort. This claim will make you untouchable according to our laws. You will be mine and help me regain the throne for my bloodline. If you run or deny my claim I will kill you and everything you love. Is that clear enough?” He looked down at me with cool eyes.
“Yes. Clear.” Clear that I would never be his consort. That was totally out of the question. I moved away quickly, turning on my heels when he snatched me back. He spun me around, his hands landing on my hips as he tugged me towards him. My lips tingled as he let his fingers walk down my back landing on my ass, of which he squeezed. Shamelessly, I leaned-up nibbling on his neck, licking, and tasting like a wanton woman, then I stopped, stumbling back from embarrassment.
“Lesson number one, Infinity, if you’re going to make a move on a man like me. Commit to it. Like this.”
His mouth crushed mine. His tongue thrust into my mouth, dominating me like I’ve never been in my life. I moaned softly, matching each stroke of his tongue. Dueling as I practically melted into his body. He suddenly changed the tempo of the kiss, his tongue stroking the roof of my mouth. He took me completely over, demanding my submission.
Moaning into his mouth, I surrendered. A growl rumbled in his chest as he clutched my throat possessively. I swore that I was one step away from hoisting my leg up around his hips and grinding shamelessly. Dark, I was dark and sadistic.
He grabbed my face, running his tongue over my lips. I was repulsed and turned on at the same time. I pulled my face and he grabbed my chin painfully.
He looked at me coldly. “Now, since I don’t trust your ability to forget my visit. Let me help you.”
I felt an icy chill slip up my spine. My mind seized, becoming foggy. “Mother fucker!” my eyes widened. “You’re erasing my memory…” My voice slurred before I felt myself slipping into a dark cold place with one name echoing over and over in my head....Maxim! Maxim! Maxim!
CHAPTER THREE
Infinity
She-We re-Wolf
Dread seeped through my bones like a dreary winter day. My eyes snapped open only to find me standing in a field of dreams with nothing but green grass, dark gloomy skies and me wearing my standard sleeping attire of black low riding boy-cut panties and a skin tight crisp white racer-back t-shirt, which was frankly more suited for swinging on a stripper pole than standing here waiting for this dream to end.
Flopping down, I crossed my legs, waiting for the inevitable strange and annoying woman to materialize out of nowhere, then commence to babble about some future event that she wanted me to know or some event happening right now that she thought was oh-so-important that she needed to disrupt my sleep.
A soft breeze laced with the masculine blend of vanilla, wood and cinnamon drifted around me….hmm, this was good, real good…no sulfur, smoke, or ash drifted through the air. This had to be a good dream opposed to the bad ones that literally made me want to piss in my panties, the ones where I watched, paralyzed with fear as monsters, vampires and wolves ripped into each other like animals or worse, rip into humans like they were at an all you can eat buffet. No, this was good, I could stay here for a bit, relax, and wait for the signs that I needed to end this dream.
My head snapped around when I heard the croaking of ravens, my ravens, all nine. I made sure that I accounted for each one, from past experience I knew that everything in my dreams were very important, sometimes clues that would somehow help me when I woke up.
The ravens perched on the limbs of a huge gnarly
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