Virgin Sacrifice to the Last Lycan - Chapter 47: Chapter 47
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Justin POV
I scooped my mate at the mention of her father in Vegas, let alone right outside the front door. Helen groaned at the movement, limp in my forearms as I kept her close to my chest.
Geoffrey had craved her blood instantly for the long-lasting bite and I didn’t want any other vampires looking at her like a blood bag. She’s my mate. I will protect her.
“This way,” Geoffrey said.
He nodded us down the hall and back into the open club dancefloor. He waved for the music to stop and it did right away. Everyone watched my mate, knocked-out in my arms like road kill would appear to a buzzard bird.
I kissed her temple, hoping if she could somehow feel the tension in the air now, that she would ignore it with my cradling, defensive hold.
“My clan!” Geoffrey called. “We have an uninvited wolfen guest!”
A low rumbled traveled through the velvet club.
“You cover their tracks and you deny their existence,” he called, pointing to my mate and me. “They are one of us!”
I felt light as he led us out the back door, pushing us into a car that sat there. He motioned for a driver and one appeared from the ally, another vampire loyal to their leader.
“Take them to my hotel. Make sure they make it there safely.”
The car sped away at last. I kept my mate into my side, letting her legs fall loosely over the leather seat. She whimpered but didn’t make an attempt to wake up. I couldn’t help but admire her in this exhausted, pleased state.
“She’s beautiful,” the driver said, his eyes falling to the sight of her in the backseat with me.
I swallowed a growl, thankful for the prompt help, but unsettled at another male of any species admiring the beauty that belongs to me. She is my mate, she was bonded and created and molded for my other half.
Thinking about the way the driver stared at her, or the way Geoffrey had salivated over her lingerie earlier today, I couldn’t help but swallow my rage.
“She’s my mate,” I said through a flat tone, claiming sovereignty of her beauty.
The driver laughed under his breath. “Easy, now. I wasn’t hitting on your pet.”
I tensed at that nickname. “She isn’t my fucking pet.”
The driver rolled his tongue over the spikes of his fangs. “Shame. I would make her mine if it weren’t for that mark on her shoulder.”
I bit on my need to rip his throat out of his neck. He isn’t using it anyways, bloodsucking corpse. I pressed my hand to the mating mark on her neck and smiled, the sight of it enough to make me sure that even if she attracted attention from her beauty, she was mine.
“Not that one,” he said simply, pulling into the garage of the hotel. “The fang marks next to it.”
I moved the jacket back all the way off her shoulder but saw nothing like what he spoke of.
“You won’t be able to see it, but I can,” the vampire shrugged.
He parked next to the elevators, waiting for us to get out but I didn’t even reach for the door handle.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snarled.
“He marked her. You mark your mates, or whatever, with a bite wound, right?”
I brushed the spot where I marked her as my mate. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, vampires don’t partner with other vampires for life. They have several lovers in their lifetime as mortals die off naturally. We lust for superior blood. If one vampire as powerful as Geoffrey has lust for a human, he marks her shoulder, to signal she belongs to him, no one else.”
I swallowed hard with that claim. “She is a wolf, though. Not a human.”
The driver laughed. “Exactly. It’s superior blood. He can’t mark another human until she dies. He will have to feed off that mark until the very end. If he feeds off another blood source, he will die, but until than no other vampire can touch her.”
I rattled with an anger I’ve never known before.
“He cannot have her forever. She is mine.”
“That vampire has killed wolves, wizards and mortals for as long as I’ve known him. The last female wolf he marked, he killed her mate and kept her in his sex dungeon for years. She died from the harsh treatment, but he fed off of her enough to sate his thirst.”
I looked at my little mate, curled up in my lap. My eyes scanned her shoulder where I wish I could see if there truly was a mark there by Geoffrey but I would have to go off of the driver’s words.
I’ll pack our things when we get upstairs, load her into the bus with our bags and we will run from this place at once.
I grabbed my mate and led her to our suite. She sniffled in my arms, kissing my wrist as I laid her carefully in bed. She was so exhausted, so satisfied, that I felt guilty for the information I have now about Geoffrey’s intention to mark my mate as his.
She enjoyed the distraction for a moment, but our cruel reality had come back. I aimed to throw everything into our bags, but a smell had invaded my Lycan.
“Leaving so soon?” Geoffrey hummed, in the doorway of our suite.
I turned, uninterested in how he got into the room. He owns the hotel and I already invited him in earlier today. It was mistake, I know now.
“You fucking marked my fated mate,” I snarled. “You never told me this was your intent.”
He shrugged, unimpressed at my growling reaction. I’ve never seen a creature not fear me outright.
“If I told you, I wouldn’t have got what I wanted, Lycan. Besides, you both had a good last go at things before the information slipped out. Her father is heading off to look for her elsewhere, and you got to spend the evening in my playhouse with her. I gave you more than I typically give the lovers of my mortal victims.”
“She isn’t your victim; she doesn’t belong to you!” My voice rattled the room in its entirety. “You aren’t taking her from me. Too many have tried. It’s time I taught one a true lesson.”
He mocked worry on his powder pale face. “You know how she was screaming when you fucked her? She will be crying when it’s my turn.”
My Lycan had heard enough threats. I shifted, charging, a daring battle where my Lycan so terribly wanted to know if this demon would turn to sand when I’m done killing an already dead bloodsucker.
We clashed, the world reacting in a jolt, our fangs just inches from one another.
Only one thing could pull our focus now.
“Wh—what is go—going on, Justin?”
I scooped my mate at the mention of her father in Vegas, let alone right outside the front door. Helen groaned at the movement, limp in my forearms as I kept her close to my chest.
Geoffrey had craved her blood instantly for the long-lasting bite and I didn’t want any other vampires looking at her like a blood bag. She’s my mate. I will protect her.
“This way,” Geoffrey said.
He nodded us down the hall and back into the open club dancefloor. He waved for the music to stop and it did right away. Everyone watched my mate, knocked-out in my arms like road kill would appear to a buzzard bird.
I kissed her temple, hoping if she could somehow feel the tension in the air now, that she would ignore it with my cradling, defensive hold.
“My clan!” Geoffrey called. “We have an uninvited wolfen guest!”
A low rumbled traveled through the velvet club.
“You cover their tracks and you deny their existence,” he called, pointing to my mate and me. “They are one of us!”
I felt light as he led us out the back door, pushing us into a car that sat there. He motioned for a driver and one appeared from the ally, another vampire loyal to their leader.
“Take them to my hotel. Make sure they make it there safely.”
The car sped away at last. I kept my mate into my side, letting her legs fall loosely over the leather seat. She whimpered but didn’t make an attempt to wake up. I couldn’t help but admire her in this exhausted, pleased state.
“She’s beautiful,” the driver said, his eyes falling to the sight of her in the backseat with me.
I swallowed a growl, thankful for the prompt help, but unsettled at another male of any species admiring the beauty that belongs to me. She is my mate, she was bonded and created and molded for my other half.
Thinking about the way the driver stared at her, or the way Geoffrey had salivated over her lingerie earlier today, I couldn’t help but swallow my rage.
“She’s my mate,” I said through a flat tone, claiming sovereignty of her beauty.
The driver laughed under his breath. “Easy, now. I wasn’t hitting on your pet.”
I tensed at that nickname. “She isn’t my fucking pet.”
The driver rolled his tongue over the spikes of his fangs. “Shame. I would make her mine if it weren’t for that mark on her shoulder.”
I bit on my need to rip his throat out of his neck. He isn’t using it anyways, bloodsucking corpse. I pressed my hand to the mating mark on her neck and smiled, the sight of it enough to make me sure that even if she attracted attention from her beauty, she was mine.
“Not that one,” he said simply, pulling into the garage of the hotel. “The fang marks next to it.”
I moved the jacket back all the way off her shoulder but saw nothing like what he spoke of.
“You won’t be able to see it, but I can,” the vampire shrugged.
He parked next to the elevators, waiting for us to get out but I didn’t even reach for the door handle.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I snarled.
“He marked her. You mark your mates, or whatever, with a bite wound, right?”
I brushed the spot where I marked her as my mate. “Yeah, what about it?”
“Well, vampires don’t partner with other vampires for life. They have several lovers in their lifetime as mortals die off naturally. We lust for superior blood. If one vampire as powerful as Geoffrey has lust for a human, he marks her shoulder, to signal she belongs to him, no one else.”
I swallowed hard with that claim. “She is a wolf, though. Not a human.”
The driver laughed. “Exactly. It’s superior blood. He can’t mark another human until she dies. He will have to feed off that mark until the very end. If he feeds off another blood source, he will die, but until than no other vampire can touch her.”
I rattled with an anger I’ve never known before.
“He cannot have her forever. She is mine.”
“That vampire has killed wolves, wizards and mortals for as long as I’ve known him. The last female wolf he marked, he killed her mate and kept her in his sex dungeon for years. She died from the harsh treatment, but he fed off of her enough to sate his thirst.”
I looked at my little mate, curled up in my lap. My eyes scanned her shoulder where I wish I could see if there truly was a mark there by Geoffrey but I would have to go off of the driver’s words.
I’ll pack our things when we get upstairs, load her into the bus with our bags and we will run from this place at once.
I grabbed my mate and led her to our suite. She sniffled in my arms, kissing my wrist as I laid her carefully in bed. She was so exhausted, so satisfied, that I felt guilty for the information I have now about Geoffrey’s intention to mark my mate as his.
She enjoyed the distraction for a moment, but our cruel reality had come back. I aimed to throw everything into our bags, but a smell had invaded my Lycan.
“Leaving so soon?” Geoffrey hummed, in the doorway of our suite.
I turned, uninterested in how he got into the room. He owns the hotel and I already invited him in earlier today. It was mistake, I know now.
“You fucking marked my fated mate,” I snarled. “You never told me this was your intent.”
He shrugged, unimpressed at my growling reaction. I’ve never seen a creature not fear me outright.
“If I told you, I wouldn’t have got what I wanted, Lycan. Besides, you both had a good last go at things before the information slipped out. Her father is heading off to look for her elsewhere, and you got to spend the evening in my playhouse with her. I gave you more than I typically give the lovers of my mortal victims.”
“She isn’t your victim; she doesn’t belong to you!” My voice rattled the room in its entirety. “You aren’t taking her from me. Too many have tried. It’s time I taught one a true lesson.”
He mocked worry on his powder pale face. “You know how she was screaming when you fucked her? She will be crying when it’s my turn.”
My Lycan had heard enough threats. I shifted, charging, a daring battle where my Lycan so terribly wanted to know if this demon would turn to sand when I’m done killing an already dead bloodsucker.
We clashed, the world reacting in a jolt, our fangs just inches from one another.
Only one thing could pull our focus now.
“Wh—what is go—going on, Justin?”
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