Bozena and Sveta (Neuripra) (17 page)

Pulling back sharply, I slice her lip, shocked by the force of her hands on my chest and the light she's trying to destroy me with. She's attacking me with light, it's pouring out of her palms to make my chest glow with crimson brilliance, but I'm vampyre, we
are
light. It doesn't hurt, yet her intention was there and she just unleashed it right into me.

“
Zena? What the fuck?” I hiss, trying to keep my voice low for the children.

“
No, Jo. No. You're not doing this to me again.”

“
Doing what?”

“
You're not messing up my life again.” Her attention flicks briefly to Rion and Trixie, “Yes they are beautiful, and I feel the resonance, but that doesn't mean we're a couple. We're not.”

“
You haven't even asked me their names,” I contest, skirting the drama and reversing the attack.

Her ire fades instantly and she looks back at them, her brilliance flaring so deeply red it's scarlet.

“What are they?” she whispers, reaching out and smoothing a curl off Trixie's forehead.

This is messing with my equilibrium something fucked up. I can't stand here watching her be tender and loving and not want in on that action.

“Trixie is our baby girl, Rion is our little fighter.”

I use the moment to pull her close again, tucking her against me as we stand together like guardians over our babes, gently running my thumb over her lip to catch the blood, licking it off my skin and getting harder by the second.

“Good names,” she nods, then abruptly turns into me, tears lacing her eyes with a web of grief.

Folding my arms around her, I hold her tight, feeling the emotion pouring out of her when her shoulders shake in silent crying.

“C'mon, let me get you out of here,” I whisper, manifesting us from the playroom-nursery to the living room.

Sitting with her, I hold her, loving the way she clings and buries her face in my shoulder.

There is a god, and I finally found the weak link in her chain-mail. My children.

Chapter 19

Sveta:

Stepping into the kitchen I get the distinct impression I just missed something important.

Walking to Zaria I kiss her on each cheek, then give her a gentle hug, “Hey sweetie.”

I nod to Zauran and Aisyx, the impact of what I'm about to do finally hitting me.

“
Who fixed my Ghost?” I ask Zauran, as I claim the only empty seat at the table.

“
Venix,” smiles Zaria.

Looking to her, it amazes me how much she looks like Zena. That's what Zena would look like in a healthy non-vampyre pregnancy. Gorgeous with a capital Fuck Me.

“Venix?” I ask, confused.

Why the hell would he fix the bike he fucked up?

“Yup, maybe he's feeling guilty,” says Zauran, with a secretive smile.

What the fuck is going on?

“Spill,” I order, leaning over to grab the coffee and pour myself a mug.

“
Venix isn't the bad guy, neither is Ellindt. It's someone else. As a show of good faith Venix waved his magic hand and fixed the Ghost, and said he'd see us later so he can magically fix you the same way after Zauran snaps your back,” says Zaria, so sexy and husky it doesn't even sound offensive.

Jeez, do all slakax sound like that when they're pregnant? Looking at my brother, I catch the glint and the faint misting of aqua plyx from his opal black eyes.

Snapping to Aisyx, I notice he has the same response, but darker. That does it, Zena is either never getting pregnant, or I'm going to keep her in the basement if she is.

The first thing that hits you about the slakax women is their smell. There's nothing on earth as powerful and seductive as the scent of their spirit and femininity. It's so overpowering you can think of virtually nothing else when you first meet them. It drives neuri libido over the edge instantly, and all you can think of is boning her so hard she'll be crawling for the next decade. I wonder if Zaria likes it as rough as Zena does?

What the fuck is wrong with me? Snap out of it Sveta,
now
.

We have honor, if nothing else, even if we are an only male species and they are mostly all female. We were so fucking lucky to land two of them.

The thought galvanizes my resolve, knowing my decision to turn alpha to help Zena is the greatest gift I can give her.

Looking up from my coffee cup, pulling my head into the violence game waiting ahead of me, my jaw clenches when I catch Zauran looking through me.

I can't wait to be alpha because then you can't hear every fucking thing I think,
I snap irritably.

Think about my wife like that again and I'll more than break your back.

Wife?

WHAT!

*

Jowendrhan:

She's bleeding red light all over me and it's fucking with me. I know she's slakax but let's be honest, it's not like every mall in Belgrade is packed with slakax chicks.

I fucked Phoebe, and I've fucked Božena, and that's it. So this weird shit she's doing is way out of my normal shooting range, and I don't know how to stop the buzz.

This is all new to me because the only two slakax' I've boned thought they were human, until now that is. And right this second Božena's just blasting me with sexy slakax tingles that start in my marrow and ripple out in constant waves, culminating with the lust leaking out of me.

I am getting high on it, and if my dick gets any harder I'm going to go fucking grenade all over her, and I doubt very much
man or beast could resurrect
Hump-
ty
Dump-
ty after this one blows.

Unable to contain the urge, I push her away, standing and walking across to the fireplace, keeping my back to her, willing the throbbing boner to lay low and stop being so god damn obvious.

Puke, think of puke. Dirty baby diapers, yeah now we're talking.

Actually, now that I think about it, she's sure got the good end of this deal; she didn't even have to give birth. Fuck, shut up Jo. Shut up! Now all I can think about is how tight her pussy still is and how we could fuck all day and she'd still be game and juicy.

Pivoting to stare at her with the hard-on right back to raging in my leather jeans, I wonder if she still likes being blindfolded and tied up.

“
Did I bruise you?” I ask, without censoring my mouth by thinking first.

“
What?” she sniffs, wiping her eyes on her t-shirt, lifting it high enough for me to get an eyeful of plump cleavage wrapped in black lace.

Jesus fucking christ help me!

“Ughrum,” I clear my throat, gripping my hair with a tight fist, pulling like a bitch to get a hold on my hormones. “Did I bruise you when we... when we conceived the twins?”

She slumps back on the leather couch, lifting one leg and balancing her foot, knee tented, shooting my gaze right to her slender thighs and the perfect hollow at the top of them.

She exhales, pouting those swollen lips more, and I can't fail to notice her right nipple is hard. Breast feeding. Fuck, I'd give my left one to see her breast feeding.

“
I don't think so. I was out of it completely. I was unconscious for two days straight,” she says, looking me right in the eye with those vulnerable blues wide open with delicate trust. “I was just trying to breathe and stay alive while the world insisted on hanging upside down and making me want to hurl my guts every three seconds. I thought I was dying. I didn't even think about my body until I stabilized.”

“
You seem different today, Zena.”

“
Don't change the subject. Why do you ask?” she says.

That's what I like about Zena, she's a straight shooter. You never have to guess with her cos you always know exactly where you stand.

Something in me snaps and I space hop in a flash to right over her, holding her hands in mine and clamping her wrists in front of her face in a titanium grip, “Because I don't think I've ever done this to any woman. What the fuck do you see in that savage delinquent?”

I show her the bruises ringing her delicate skin, then point to her carotid, “Have you seen your neck? I bit you baby, and I made you scream with ecstasy when I did it. I ripped you open to drink your adrenaline and I did
not
leave a brand like that on you to mark my territory, and I didn't leave damaging welts, bruises, or marks on you either. How fucking insecure is that wanker?”

How dare he mark and hurt her like this! Why? Branding her with his orange circle right under her skin like a fucking tattoo.

“Why the hell do you care? You fucked off and left me pregnant, turning into a vamp without any fucking help!” she snaps.

“
What? Did he piss on you too, to mark his territory?”

“
Don't make this about Sveta when it's clearly about you and me. Where the fuck were you Jo? Why did you leave me when I needed you most?”

“
I didn't leave you! I was having my bones crushed into a demon smoothie for making you pregnant! I was sent to hades for fucking discipline! I would never leave you!
Never!
” Torn in half emotionally I'm finally getting the bigger picture. She thinks I abandoned her. “I was abducted, Zena.”

Gripping her face to force those defiant eyes to engage mine, I whisper emphatically over her lips, “You are the best thing that ever happened to me. You have to know I wouldn't leave you unless I was forced to against my will!”

I'm so close I can smell her, and for the first time in my life I have sweat trickling down my neck with the duress of being this close and trying not to rip her clothes off to suck every pore on her body black.

“
He loves me, more than you ever will.”

“
Is that a challenge?” I drawl low and soft, the fangs extending so far they almost nick my chin, my humanity gone.

I have the voice of a purebred vampyre and the fire is burning so hot in me I'm surprised her wrists aren't smoking.

If there's one thing I can't resist, it's a challenge.

Leaning in to the light she's napalming me with, I sink my teeth into the other side of her neck, giving back to her the bubbling passion she's boiling me with.

This time I'm leaving my mark. Fuck you Sveta.

The gasp of shocked pleasure she exhales in my ear twitches my dick so high I wouldn't be surprised if I speak with a falsetto
after this.

*

Sveta:

“No Zaria. You're female, not to mention pregnant - your hormones are spiking enough. You'll get hysterical and interfere. There's a reason why we are a male only race. No ladies allowed at initiation, ever.”

“
Don't be so damn sexist!”

“
Would you two cut it out!” I snap. “I'm freaking out enough as it is. Zaria, thank you for wanting to have my back on this, but this is one fight I have to do alone without having Zauran's weak link messing up the process. No offense sugar, but I'm going to get royally broken, and I refuse to distress you or those babies. You are staying here even if I have to lock you up myself!”

“
Sveta!” she shouts, as if I just raped her on the kitchen table with an audience.

“
Zaria please...” I spread my hands helplessly. Jesus I just want to get this behind me and Zauran's 'wife' is having her tantrum
now
.

Screw this.

“Aisyx please keep Zaria here,” I order, then looking at Zauran I nudge my head and go marching out the back door.

She won't know where to find us, it's underground in the woods... for a fucking damn good reason.

A solid thump in my shoulder nudges me, and I twist round to spy Zauran racing me, like he did when we were kids.

Laughing, I sprawl in a gangly adjustment into a run, trying to catch up, until we're both sprinting flat out over spongey compost covered in a layer of rich reds and golds formed of fallen autumn foliage, leaping over logs, crunching dried leaves, pounding over day old mushrooms, mulch, bugs, we're just bulleting like torpedoes, a blur to human vision.

Hot damn!

I miss running like this. I miss my brother even more. I wonder if becoming an alpha will make me a wanker too.

“Oi! I am not a wanker wing-nut!” he laughs, showing off, running backwards, flipping me the bird.

Laughing, I launch, tackling him and wrestling him to the dark fertile earth deep in the forest. It's dark this far in and my neuri vision flicks on automatically.

Head-locking each other, I'm breathless with laughter, “What the fuck brat? Your wife?”

“
It slipped out,” he grunts from behind the clamp of my bicep, rolling us in a somersault to try and get me to lose grip.

I throttle harder, “Wife? Wanna fill me in? And if you slipped she wouldn't be pregnant now.” I laugh, licking the side of his face just to piss him off.

“I asked, she said yes, I just have to get a ring,” he thumps me, now doing the thigh scissor to get me to let go. He's going easy on me and I know it.

“
Romantic wimp,” I chuckle-choke-grunt, throwing him and taking off at a full length sprint into the gaje, down the old molded stairs, deep into the bowels of clammy close quarters, skidding and slipping on the mildew and moss.

Slamming into the ancient underground chamber, my shoulder connects with the stone wall hard enough to echo a boom into the hollow room beyond.

“Are you in a hurry, Sveta?” he drawls, swaggering down the underground passage, not even out of breath.

“
Fuck yes! The last time I 'let' you beat me up, I was five.”

“
Let me? Ha!”

We laugh, thumping fists, the bond tighter than it has been
for months. First and foremost he's my
brat
, (my brother), my blood, my alpha.

Whatever happens in this chamber stays between us. It will never be revealed, no matter how close I teeter to death. And no matter what damage I incur, I
asked
him to do this to me, no resentment, no bullshit.

What happens in Višnjica, stays in Višnjica.