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Lover Released	By : Hoping4More Category: A through F > Black Dagger Brotherhood Views: 3573 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Mel lifted Lucinda’s unconscious body as gently as she could from the floor were she had been kneeling and laid her out on top of the kingsize bed. She looked around until she spotted a remote and turned off the raunchy movie that was still playing on the big screen.
Lucinda would wake up in an hour with a headache, but she seemed otherwise unharmed as Mel looked her over. She hoped that the female wasn’t truly involved with the rebellion, she had already been through too much at such a young age. She was only a year or two older than Mel.
She plucked the tranquilizer dart from Lucinda’s arm and palmed it as she made her way downstairs after the males. She swallowed thickly at the sight of the downed guards on the main floor. It was one thing to hunt down lessers, but it had been an entirely different feat to kill one of her own kind. The drive up to the house hadn’t been nearly enough time to give herself the mental pep talk needed to take down the two guards without bile rising in her throat. Sure, they were outlaws and active members of the rebellion that was waging war against the Brotherhood and the King, but their red blood would stain her conscience for the rest of her long life.
“It had to be done Mehlisha,” Kryhm said, climbing the front steps to where she stood staring at the fallen guard. His dark brown eyes were steady as they met hers.
“I could have knocked them out,” she replied quietly, mentally going over the terrifying two minutes she spent on this porch alone with the two guards and their AK47s.
“You could have tried, but more than likely you would have ended up starting a gun fight and who knows how many of their bullets would have been buried in friendly flesh?” he reassured her, placing a hand at the small of her back to steer her away from the blood she had spilled.
“There are always casualties in war.”
Down on the paved driveway Dhayn was belting an unconscious Lucian into the front seat of her sire’s Audi and the sight of the male who had murdered her sister pushed aside her guilt and brought her rage to the surface. Kryhm was right, they had started this war and chosen their own fate in doing so. She clenched her fists as she held herself back from launching at the car and getting at least one shot in before Kryhm took him away. She would be happy to live with his blood on her hands.
“Thrett has agreed to let you assist in his interrogation Mehlisha,” Kryhm said from behind her.
This was a surprise. She turned away from Dhayn as he firmly shut the car door and met her sire’s eyes. She could tell that he too wanted nothing more than to make Lucian bleed for his part in Phyrie’s death.
“When and where?” she asked in return.
“Tomorrow night, and I can’t tell you where. I’ll drive you there myself, but you’ll have to remain blindfolded the entire trip,” he replied, rounding his car to open the drivers side door.
“Understood,” she said, nodding in acceptance of his terms.
“The cleanup crew has been called in, so you two can head back to the compound and await further orders from myself or Thrett,” Kryhm said, waiting for them both to acknowledge the order before sliding behind the wheel and shutting himself in with Lucian.
Dhayn had already returned to the gatehouse and used his remaining tranquilizer dart on the guard while Mel had dealt with Lucinda, so Kryhm had an open exit as he tore down the driveway in the sleek chrome Audi. She bounced on the balls of her feet, edgy with the need to tail them until she knew for sure that Lucian was imprisoned, but she knew she had to follow Kryhm’s orders if she ever wanted to prove herself worthy of the Brotherhood.
The moon was high in the sky as she breathed in the night air and did her best to clear the restless energy from her system. Even with the bloodshed, there hadn’t been nearly enough fighting to satisfy her pent up angst.
“You okay?” Dhayn asked, resting his hands on her shoulders as he stepped up behind her.
He placed a gentle kiss to the side of her neck that sent shivers down her spine. There was more than one way to work ofall that energy she supposed.
“I will be,” she answered, turning to look up into his blue and green gaze. “Once you’re inside me,” she finished with a grin.
Dhayn’s eye’s lit up and he growled deep in his throat—a husky masculine sound that had her clenching in anticipation. He cupped the back of her head with both of his hands and kissed her deeply with a hunger that matched her own. His tongue prodded at her lips and she let him in eagerly, moaning at his shallow thrusts. He was fucking her mouth his tongue, a seductive tease of what she really wanted. He slid his tongue over her descended fang and jolt of pleasure shot through her body and ignited her core. She grabbed at the waist of his jeans and just as she hooked a finger through his belt he stepped back and grabbed her hand in his, breaking the kiss with a sharp inhale. His fangs caught the moonlight and she instinctively bared her neck for him.
“Let’s get the car and get the fuck home. I want to get you naked and keep you that way for a hell of a lot longer than the sun is going to give us out here.”
He was already tugging her along behind him before she could reply. Mel smiled to herself as a shiver of anticipation coursed over her body. Her skin alighting with remembered pleasure and the promise of more to come.
They passed the open gate and hurried down the paved drive toward the car, the light from the house dimming the farther they went into the ancient trees. The matte black lambo was almost invisible where Dhayn had parked it between two towering cedars, but he knew exactly where it was. He tugged on her arm as they reached the car and slammed her into his hard chest. She could feel him hard and ready through the layers of clothing between them and it made her sex come alive with need. His mouth captured hers and he devoured her with kisses—teasing her with his plunging tongue until she was grasping at his shoulders in a futile attempt to get closer. She was on the edge of orgasm from his kiss alone when he released her and took a step back. His blue and green eyes glowed as he struggled to catch his breath. Mel reached out to bridge the gap between them, sliding her hand under his open leather jacket. The defined muscles beneath the thin cotton of his black shirt tensed as she ran her hand down from his ribs to the waist of his jeans.
The snap of a twig brought her head quickly to the right, seeking out the noise. Dhayn stilled and slowed his breathing, searching the dark woods along with her. They stepped apart and crouched beside the car as another crunching sound echoed out in the night. Mel pulled her gun from the holster on her ankle and watched as Dhayn slid his from under his arm. She chanced a quick look around the front of the car and caught sight of four figures prowling though the threes toward them. The moonlight filtered through the dense canopy just enough to make out the guns in their hands.
Looks like she was going to get that fight after all.
Dhayn nodded to Mel as she raised four fingers and motioned to the front of the car. He hated that he couldn’t assess the danger that was coming for them and had a brief thought of locking her into his bulletproof car and taking on the four enemies himself, but even if he did manage to pull it off, Mel would kill him for disrespecting her as a fighter. That didn’t mean this was going to be easy. You’d think he would have been used to going into combat with her by now, but every time it was a struggle to let her fight her own battles. Every instinct he had screamed at him to stake his claim and protect his mate.
You can do this. She can do this. He bolstered himself, reaching under his jacket for his second gun. The steel was warm from his body heat and he gripped it tightly as he waited for Mel’s signal. She nodded and they both sprung to their feet with their guns at ready. Their first shots hit their targets. Mel hit a male’s shoulder and Dhayn sent another male to the ground with a bullet in his chest and head. One down three and a half to go. The rebels returned fire as Mel and Dhayn ducked back down for cover—the bullets ricocheting off of the bulletproof siding and glass of Dhayn’s car. He flinched at the sound. His poor car was going to need one hell of a repair job by the end of the night. The shots ceased as they reloaded and Dhayn took aim and sent his own foray of bullets into the dark forest.
The trees were thick with the summer undergrowth and provided great cover for the rebels but as the next round of shots rang out Dhayn ducked down just enough for cover so that he could watch through the glass of the back door and pinpoint the muzzle flash of the nearest assailant while he slid his last magazine into his glock.
A small burst of light appeared about fifty yards away and slightly to the right, giving him his target. Ducking behind the car again he waited until the next pause in fire to take aim and empty his clip. He could just barely hear the shout that rang out over the sound of Mel shooting beside him.
They took cover once again as the two remaining gunmen opened fire and then all was silent. Dhayn looked to Mel but she was out of ammo too. The holstered their weapons and waited for a sign of movement from within the trees. They had no way of knowing if their enemies were reloading or sitting ducks. After a beat apparently Mel got tired of waiting, launching herself over the hood of the car and charging into the dense forest at full speed. Dhayn scrambled after her, his heavy footfalls making a racket as he trampled over sticks and leaves in a panic. His eyes had adjusted to the night as he could make out Mel’s lithe form gracefully dodging trees ahead of him, but he had no idea where the rebels were hiding.
He was so focused on tailing Mel that he didn’t see or hear the other male until he was being body checked in the ribs and throw sideways. His leather jacket saved his skin from being shredded by the rough back of the tall pine tree that collided with his shoulder. Snapping into action he absorbed the blow and struck out with a punch to the ribs of his assailant, followed by a left hook to his jaw. The male stumbled back a step and brought up his fists to block the next blow. The jab Dhayn threw out was deflected and countered with a knee to Dhayn's side. Retreating a couple of steps to get his bearings, Dhayn got his first good look at the other male. He was a big guy, clearly a fighter by the way he held himself. His dark hair was buzzed short and he had a strong square jaw. Something about him seemed familiar but Dhayn couldn’t quite place it.
“Maybe once you’re out of the picture I’ll get a shot with that hot piece of ass you left Edrik’s party with,” the male said, sneering as he balanced on the balls of his feet.
Dhayn prepared to block a kick as he registered his words. This guy was at Lucinda’s coming home party? Dhayn had wonder if Edrik had known the very people who kidnapped his daughter were drinking his wine and celebrating her return. The thought made him sick; and now this mother fucker was talking about Mel. Dhayn growled as the bonded male in him saw red. Mine
The blonde male Mel was fighting was good, but he was no Brother. He had clearly underestimated her at first, but the near panic in his eyes told her that she had more than proven herself a worthy opponent. His left arm hung limply from a dislocated shoulder and a steady rivulet of blood snaked down his right arm to where he held his silver dagger with an iron grip.
“You can end this you know,” she offered, countering his movements so that they pivoted around a central spot.
“Surrender, tell us everything you know and the King might be lenient,” she added. She kept her katars engaged—with no gun she had no need to retract them.
“Shut up bitch,” he spat, glaring at her with pure hatred in his eyes. “I don’t need your mercy, or your king.”
He lunged, blocking her first punch with his dagger and using his momentum to ram his injured shoulder into her chest. He had at least fifty pounds on her, so there was no way for her to absorb the blow. The impact had her breathless and struggling to maintain her footing on the loose earth. Her foot caught on an exposed root and she tumbled backward onto her ass. He was on her in seconds, his shit kicker sinking into the soft flesh of her side and sending her rolling across the forest floor. She fought the urge to curl in on herself and grabbed onto the next foot that came her way, heaving on his leg until he joined her on the ground with a thud and a curse. His dagger knocked free of his hand as he tried to catch himself. Mel jumped to her feet and kicked the blade, sending it skittering into the dark underbrush surrounding them. Before he could right himself, Mel took aim at his left side where he wouldn’t be able to block her, and let her foot fly. There was a muted thud as her steel-toed boot made contact with his temple. His big body went limp and crumpled to the ground.
Mel didn’t check to see if he was still alive or just unconscious, she didn’t much care at this point. She frantically scanned the area around her for signs of Dhayn, but couldn’t find him. Panic gave her another shot of adrenaline as she started weaving her way through the trees. She wasn’t even sure if she was heading back toward the car or father away from it. All of the trees looked the same—towering columns of black surrounding her on all sides for as far as she could see. She looked up to try and get her bearings, but the stars were blotted out by the thick foliage of birches, oaks and pines. The full moon pierced through tiny gaps in the forest canopy, painting it with silvery shafts of light like etherial brush strokes on a canvas of black.
A shout to her right caught her attention, and she took off in the direction of the noises that followed. The moon gave her just enough light to see and avoid the trees, but the undergrowth kept her from running at full speed. As she neared the sounds of the fight she began to make out the shadowed forms of Dhayn and his opponent battling it out amongst the imposing trees.
They were a fair match, each taking and giving blows in turn, but neither showing signs of any real injury. She stopped behind a large oak, a safe distance from their face off—giving Dhayn room to fight, but close enough to step in if something went wrong. She watched her mate demonstrate his unrestrained power with expertly placed kicks and punches until he not only had the upper hard, but was almost toying with the male who had moments before seemed his equal. A perfectly executed uppercut to the jaw laid the rebel fighter out cold on the forest floor.
Mel took a minute to listen for any signs of further attack before weaving through the remaining trees to get to Dhayn. He was covered in sweat and sexy as hell standing over his defeated opponent with his fists clenched and ready to deliver the next blow.
The smell of his blood as she approached him made her exposed fangs tingle in anticipation and she inhaled greedily as she circled him to check for any serious injuries.
The scent was coming from a split lip, but he seemed otherwise unharmed—although she couldn’t really tell with his clothes on. The thrill of the fight coupled with her growing bloodlust left her amped up and solely focused on devouring the delicious male in front of her. She unfastened the katars from her forearms and dropped them to the ground while a simmering heat stirred to life in Dhayn’s eyes. She pounced, wrapping her legs around his waist and her arms around neck, causing him to stumble back before regaining his footing and gripping her ass in his large hands. Leaning in, she brought his lips to hers. Kissing him eagerly, thoroughly, she pressed forward, the hard length of his sex finding that place that belonged to him and him alone.
Mel was aware of movement, the shifting of his hips causing the head of his cock to rub exquisitely over her sensitive mound. She rocked her hips in time with his movements until her back was pressed firmly against a large tree.
She broke away from their kiss and curled back her upper lip, exposing her fangs. Then, tilting her head to the side, she ran one lethal tip along the vein just below the skin of his neck.
His bonding scent flared as he shuddered against her. She sucked on the hollow at the base of his throat and lapped at his pulse with her tongue. His skin was salty from exertion and smelling of the rich spices that would soon permeate her skin.
Need took hold of her, and she sunk her fangs into the soft skin of his neck, drinking deep, taking that part of him that nourished and strengthened her, and in a way marking him in return. His body convulsed against her own, his erection seeking out her sex through their layers of clothing.
She drew on his vein in strong pulls, the rich lifeblood quenching one thirst, and igniting another. She reached between them and fumbled with the fly of her jeans, but she couldn’t get them down with her legs still locked around him.
Pinning her to the tree with his body, Dhayn took care of the problem—gripping the waist of her jeans and wrenching on the denim so hard that the pants split down the seem with a satisfying rip. He supported her ass with his left hand as he pushed aside the thin cotton of her panties with his right. Then, his fingers were right where she needed them, massaging her sex, slipping and sliding, teasing and then entering her—making sure she was ready for him. The roughness of the bark against her bare skin added a tantalizing bite of pain to her pleasure, amplifying it.
His hand left her to free his erection from his pants and the cool night air brushed her sensitive core, sending a shiver through her. The thick head of his cock found her slick entrance and she had to break her seal on his throat to cry out his name as he buried himself to the hilt. The exquisite fullness was almost too much to bear, and as he drew back she screamed out her release, her inner muscles clamping down on him as he began to thrust into her, milking her release.
As one orgasm ebbed the next one stirred to life. He kept up a steady rhythm, his cock finding that perfect spot inside of her and gliding over it relentlessly until she was lost to an unending climax that shattered her. His lethal fangs sunk into her neck and his cock kicked inside of her, scorching jets of his release filling her as he took from her vein.
Her vision blurred and her pulse deafened her ears as she arched into him, trying to survive the explosive sensations that rocked her body. There was a sudden burning pain in her chest, that knocked her back against the tree, and took her breath away. The sting of the bark scraping her bare ass as she slid from Dhayn’s grip was nothing compared to the agony of her chest. She looked up at Dhayn and was confused by the dark blossoming stain over his right shoulder. He dropped to his knees in front of her, shielding her body with his. She wanted to ask him what had happened but her lips wouldn’t move and her tongue felt too thick in her mouth. Her breath came in short gasps until finally she couldn’t take in any air at all. She was drowning on dry land, her body convulsing as blood rushed from between her lips. She reached out to Dhayn and the world faded to black.
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