Free Blood & Roses: Warriors of the Krieger by Theresa Hissong Page B

vibrate. I have
never in my existence seen a vampire that mad. It frightened
me.
    “ Nachtmann Brady Wilson. You have
broken the vow of your contract. Therefore, your employment is
hereby terminated!” The growl that followed his words vibrated the
walls in my house. I took a step back away from the two men,
because I didn’t know what Dragus was planning to do next.
Thankfully, I felt the room calm slightly just as he released his
hold on Brady’s neck.
    Dragus held out his hand for the Nachtmann’s badge and identification card. Brady slapped the
cards into his palm and left; never apologizing or denying any
wrong doing.
    Dragus turned to me and wrapped his arms
around my waist. “Are you okay, mi amado ?” He carefully
examined my wrist to look for any bruising. Of course, there was
some. With the amount of pressure Brady used to hold on to me, I’m
surprised it didn’t look worse. Yes, we still bruise. We have blood
running through our body. So, just like a human, any trauma will
leave a mark.
    I couldn’t keep from jerking my wrist out of
his grasp. It was something I did involuntary. It doesn’t bother me
to get intimate with a man, but when someone grabs my wrists, I
panic. Dragus narrowed his eyes at my wrists and then he looked at
me puzzled.
    A moment of comprehension flickered in his
eyes and then died out. Lydia and I agreed that my assault the
night I was changed was not to be discussed. For that, we omitted
the information on the citizen form about me. Dragus would never
know, unless I told him, the exact reason for my change. From the
look I got from Dragus, I think he may have just figured it
out.
    “Honestly?” I asked, taking a few steps back,
obviously uncomfortable. He nodded, urging me to continue. “I’m
freaking starving and you just dismissed my meal!” Granted I was
thankful for his interference, but I was a little annoyed that I
didn’t get to finish my breakfast. I bet I only got half a cup,
instead of my usual two. I huffed and folded my arms across my
chest, like a big ole baby.
    “Come take my neck, my lady,” he whispered.
Oh, temper tantrum gone! I sidled my way over to him and buried
myself against his chest. For some reason, I felt totally
comfortable with Dragus.
    “You’re not planning on getting all handsy,”
I teased, trying to make light of the situation. Secretly hoping he
would. I trusted him enough, that I knew he wouldn’t hurt me.
    “Only if my lady requests,” he laughed
unsteadily, then took a seat in the recliner. I reached for the
stool that was tipped over on its side and gasped when big strong
hands wrapped around my waist. “Sit here, Charity.” Dragus pulled
me toward him. I plopped down like a kid on Santa’s lap.
    I noticed his hair was not pulled back in his
usually ponytail and frowned, “Tonight is your night off. What are
you doing here?”
    “I promised I would be here for your meeting
with Adam,” he shrugged. “Now take my blood.” He pressed his
football size hand against my back, urging me toward his neck.
    I took it with no other protest. When I
pushed his hair aside, I noticed how soft it was, like silk. I had
to bite my lip to keep from moaning aloud. The moment I pierced his
skin, the taste of strength flooded my mouth. He smelled musky and
sweet; they complimented each other perfectly.
    “You smell delicious,” he whispered. “Like
the purest blood and sweetest roses.” I purred as he slowly rubbed
his hand up and down my back. Then just like a connoisseur I slowed
down to enjoy the flavor. This was something I did unconsciously.
There was an involuntary twinge that pulsed between my legs.
    “Charity,” he whispered. “That’s enough, mi amado .” Dragus tugged on my chin, to break the connection
my fangs had on his vein. and I reluctantly pulled away, but not
before I washed my tongue, a little too provocatively over the two
trickles of blood that oozed from his neck.
    “Thank you,” I sighed, taking my gaze off