Free The Taking (erotic paranormal) (The Breeding Prophecy) by Alexx Andria Page B

grunted as if he’d just been jabbed in the gut by an unseen force. Even with her superior senses, she could see nothing aside from the man arrogantly deciding her fate but something beyond her understanding had just happened and it was significant enough to cause him to stiffen with open agitation as he barked, “It seems your power extends farther than you realize. The Gods will see their game played out, it appears. Come and wash the stench from your fur before I puke.”
    Cassandra glared at the man, hating him intensely. It wasn’t her fucking fault that she stank of the seed of her captor! Since she’d become aware that she was some freak show with a magical womb, all she’d done is get captured and screwed because of the damn Phase. If she had her druthers, she’d rather be simultaneously studying calculus while getting a root canal!
    She followed the man, who still hadn’t shared his name so Cassandra had decided to dub him, “The Prick,” into the house and in spite of her less than welcome admittance, she was relieved when the doors closed behind her. This elegant house was a fortress, built to withstand an army. The house was dimly lit by recessed lighting strategically placed in the ceiling, but she could tell immediately that Clan Barrachius lived by a different standard than Janus . For one, nothing smelled of rot and death. The furnishing gleamed as if polished by a studious hand each day. Not one mote of dust drifted on the air. The hardwood floors were waxed to a fine sheen. She could smell the beeswax and lemon as it lingered within the grain of the wood. A great shudder coursed through her and her vision shimmered and blurred. She had a heartbeat to realize that she was changing again as her bones went through the painful transformation from beast to human. The damp crunch of bone and snap of sinewy made her nauseous but within moments, she was lying dazed and sweaty on the hardwood floor, nearly unconscious as her body struggled to reorient its physiology.
    Two sets of strong, yet gentle hands lifted her from the floor and she found herself between the two men she trusted the most: Jandin and Koris.
    However, the voice of another surprised her most.
    “We must talk.”
    “Cristophe?” she said weakly, focusing her blurred vision on the tall, lean figure of the vampire who’d alternately captured her from the twins, yet lost her to Ulster. She didn’t know why she was happy to know he was here — his original intent had been to let her Phase out and die until somehow her magic had leaked onto him and they’d made love like rabid bunnies in a dank cave — but somehow she knew he was needed in this coming battle against Ulster. Somehow she knew that they all had to work together to prevent Ulster from taking control of the world through her.
    But Cristophe’s curt statement wasn’t directed at her. He was looking at The Prick, who simply nodded and gestured for Jandin and Koris to take me away while he dealt with other matters.
    Feeling summarily dismissed but too groggy and weak to do much more than glare impotently at his retreating backside, she sank into the arms of the twin wolves who had taken her virginity only seventy-two hours ago.
    Well, they said you never forget your first, she thought muzzily.
    Particularly when your first is with two massive werewolves who not only broke through your hymen but breached your ass as well. Talk about overkill . In a very short amount of time, she’d become a raging werewolf slut.
    On the heels of that vaguely hysterical thought, Cassandra finally blacked out.
    ***
    Memories from her childhood floated through her mental theater, plucked from the past and pasted together in a jumble of thoughts, sounds and feelings as she sank under a black blanket of total lethargy.
    The sharp bite of pain as the skin split beneath the rusty saw blade. Blood welling from a small finger. Crimson spilling in a beautiful trickle from a nasty wound. Her adoptive