Free Blood Judgment (Judgment Series) by Nickie Asher Page A

physically healthy male on your hands. And you know nothing about him other than he has a pretty face and likes to hurt himself.”

 
     
    Chapter Six
     
     
    CHRISTOPHER STALKED the streets with a single-minded purpose. A cold mist fell like vapor and most females, human and vampire alike, had gone indoors.
    He’d find one though, sooner or later. Whores trolled the streets regardless of shitty weather. Tonight, he wanted a female vampire. Strong enough to put up a fight, they were more challenging than humans.
    On the opposite side of the street, people streamed from Benaroya Hall. Sneering, he stopped and sized up the concert hall. His son would be in there. He considered waiting in the shadows for Julian. Not that he wanted to make contact.
    If they ever crossed paths, Julian would know. He looked like Christopher had when he’d been young, some two hundred years ago.
    The vampire pressed on. He had more important things to do than check up on his half-breed son. He needed a female to assuage the anger burning inside him.
    He drew in damp air. The stench of wet city streets and automobile exhaust overpowered his senses, but, underneath, he picked up the scent of a female close to her heat cycle. The ripe fragrance teased Christopher’s cock until it pushed against his trousers. Excitement raced through his veins.
    Encountering a female in heat, or close to it, rarely happened. Most were smart enough to remain indoors, safe from predatory males.
    Christopher followed the scent for two blocks before spotting a scantily-dressed female huddled under an overhang. She was too thin, but blond hair framed a pretty face. Balanced on blood-red high heels, her bare legs were long and elegant. The scent of her approaching fertility clogged his nostrils and his cock strained at the zipper of his tailored pants.
    He manufactured a friendly expression. “Excuse me, Miss. Do you know how to get to Moore Theatre?”
    She stepped from the shelter, desperation in her eyes spelling out her willingness to whore herself. “I know where it’s at.”
    He’d seen the look too many times, both in humans and vampires, not to recognize it. “Could you show me? I’m terrible at following directions.”
    “I can take you right to it.” A little smile of implied promise lit her face.
    He made a sweeping gesture with his arm. “Lead the way, my dear.”
    “It’s easiest to go this way.” She led him to an alleyway and cut into the dark passage. “Have you…” The words died on her lips.
    He’d lost control of his expression and knew feral anger and the desire for her blood blazed on his face.
    She opened her mouth and he fell on her, wrapping her in his unyielding arms. “Don’t scream.”
    She trembled in his grasp. “Please … don’t hurt me.”
    He growled.
    Whimpering, she squeezed her eyes shut.
    Snake-strike fast, he dipped his head and tore into her throat. She stiffened and sucked in a breath. He tightened his arms around her, a silent threat to remain quiet. She exhaled in a gasp, the scream dying before crossing her lips. Instead, she struggled in his hold like a trapped animal.
    He let her fight, enjoying the friction of her body writhing against his. His cock responded, growing harder.
    Power and pleasure rushed through him. He lifted his head and licked his lips clean of her honey-sweet blood. He wanted more of her. But not until after… He dragged her deeper into the shadows. Renewing her efforts, she fought hard, yanking against him, scratching, and kicking. But her strength was nothing compared to his and he shoved her against the brick wall, pinning her.
    Green eyes wide, she shook her head and whimpered.
    Snarling, he hiked her short skirt up around her waist. His hand strayed to her crotch and stroked over her cloth covered center before grabbing her skimpy panties and tearing them away.
    “Please don’t. Please.” She shuddered, but met his eyes.
    He unzipped his pants and yanked one of her legs up to