The Warrior's Heart Page 11

  “Sit down with her, brother, and I’ll attempt to make her forget yours so that mine is the only one drunk from her lips.”

  Viktor guided her backwards so he could return to his chair, positioning her so that her legs draped over his arms and he lifted her in front of Alger. Her back slid to the side so he could lick at her lips.

  Alger’s breath was hot against her sex and she gasped when he rubbed his beard against her. “Oh, that feels…” she didn’t finish for his tongue darted out against her and she arched back against Viktor.

  “I’m not here to serve you,” Viktor growled and Alger’s hands slipped to her hips, lifting her so that Viktor’s hands were free to roam and she slid down his chest a bit. Alger’s chuckle rumbled against her and she hummed as her breath quickened. Viktor’s cock pressed against her while his hands found the peaks of her breasts and he rolled the hard tips between his fingers. She tilted her head back for more of his kisses and he obliged, thrusting his tongue against hers. When he released her mouth, she panted and tried to move her hips to encourage Alger. She moaned softly when his tongue dipped into her before flicking against her clit.

  Viktor’s fingers brushed her mouth and she looked up at him as she closed her lips around one finger. When she sucked, his eyes darkened with arousal. She dragged her teeth over the pad of his thumb and bit down. He sucked air between his teeth and Alger made a sound against her before releasing her from his mouth.

  “Did she just bite you?”

  “I warned you. She is wild.” Viktor’s lids dropped heavily when she bit again and Alger pressed his fingers into her, slowly moving them in and out of her cunt. His rhythm quickened when she bit again, as if he could feel her teeth himself, and he leant down and clamped his mouth over her sensitive nub sucking fiercely each time her she applied pressure with her teeth.

  She reached up and grasped Viktor’s hand, bringing each finger to her lips to suck and bite until Alger had her on the edge of rapture. “I have you on my mouth, Jolan. Kiss me, woman.” Alger rose and bent forward as Viktor dropped his hands to lift her onto his cock. He slid into her cunt as Alger thrust his tongue into her mouth, his beard tickling her chin.

  Viktor pushed deep and while she felt full, her clit still throbbed. She didn’t expect Viktor’s light slap against that sensitive flesh, nor did she expect the spread of white hot pleasure that followed the slight sting. She gasped as Alger released her from his kiss, whimpering when Viktor’s fingers slapped against her again. With every strike, she felt herself tighten around him and he drew a deep breath.

  “Open for me, Jolan,” Alger said huskily as his hand dropped to his cock and slipped up and down its length several times. “Give me your mouth.” She licked her lips, turning towards him to grasp his cock in her palm. She brought it to her lips and cried out against the hard head of it when Viktor slapped her clit lightly. Both of them groaned and Viktor angled his hips beneath her so he could withdraw then thrust again. As he buried his cock, his fingers left their sting. She moaned and Alger’s hands delved into her hair, winding the length around his fingers. His hips moved in the same rhythm as Viktor’s, guiding his cock between her lips.

  “You are close?” Viktor breathed against her ear and she hummed against Alger’s cock. “You want release?” She hummed again, then squealed and succeeded in bringing a growl from Alger’s chest as Viktor’s fingers slapped repeatedly against her clit. Tension bolted through her, heat winding with every thrust either of them delivered. She bucked as pleasure exploded beneath Viktor’s fingers and shook her whole body.

  “Turn around here, woman, and let me see you.” Viktor lifted her despite her protest, flipped her around and settled her back onto his cock. His mouth caught hers and one hand cupped the back of head as his tongue danced against hers. His other hand, lifted her so she rode his every stroke.

  She gasped against his mouth when she felt Alger’s cock bump the opening of her ass. He did not push into her until she relaxed again then eased himself gently into her, the hair of his chest scratching at her back. She heard his groan as he sheathed himself entirely. She felt stuffed and filled completely. Then they fell into a rhythm and she pulled from Viktor’s kiss to drag in ragged breaths.

  She felt crazed and wild with need as they worked their cocks in and out of her. “Give me those teeth so I know how deeply you like this.” She reached forward and snaked one hand around Viktor’s neck and lifted the other behind her to Alger’s pulling at them both as she bit into Viktor’s hard shoulder. Both of them thrust deep into her, their hips jerking forward.

  “Harder.” Viktor ground between clenched teeth. She released him and moved an inch inward then bit again, moaning from the hot friction their reaction brought to her body. She moved and bit again. And again. Harder each time until she was trembling.

  “Stop her, Alger.” Viktor’s voice didn’t even sound like his own.

  Alger’s response was only a grunt, his hips meeting her ass with every thrust. She looked up at Viktor and found his canines extended, head thrown back. Alger’s nails scratched against her hips and he pulled her back roughly into their thrusts. A fleeting thought found her and she knew he wanted to bite her but that thought fled as tension tightened inside of her. She panted, her voice lifting. Alger’s hand found her throat, the tips of his claws brushing against her skin as he surged forward and filled her with heat. She screamed as she found her own pleasure, and Viktor drove deep into her with a shout of his own. Her body shook beyond her control and neither of them stopped, both growling as they continued to pound into her. They rode out every ripple of pleasure and didn’t slow until she collapsed forward against Viktor’s chest. Bodies slick, they pulled from within her and the room was silent but for their breaths.

  “Your agony is suffocating.” Alger was the first to speak.

  “I feel no agony,” Jolan whispered and straightened on Viktor’s lap. She stared at him, head back, arm thrown across his face, his taloned fingers curled so that the tips bit into his palms. He shook beneath her.

  “Get her off of me,” he growled and Alger gently urged her to her feet and away from Viktor.

  “What…what’s wrong?”

  “It’s not what’s wrong. He fights against what feels right.” Alger said softly next to her ear. “He wants you, Jolan.”

  “Again? So soon?”

  Alger’s palm slapped her ass playfully. “In a few minutes, yes, but I mean he wants to give you his bite.” Jolan stared at the strain on his face when Viktor looked at her with those grey eyes. His canines had extended so that he could not close his lips. His chest pumped with every breath and for a moment his pupils dilated and he looked as if he would leap forward. Then he tilted his head back again, and groaned.

  “Viktor!” Katarin’s voice carried from the corridor and Jolan could hear the girl running towards the door. Moments later her palm pounded against the wood.

  Viktor took a breath, his voice shaking. “I am here.”

  “Are you hurt? Let me in, Viktor!” Katarin called pounding again.

  Viktor pulled himself up in the chair, gazing over Jolan’s head at Alger. “She is too young to feel…”

  “Even a babe could feel you right now, brother. I am nearly to the point of illness from it.” Alger said softly. Viktor’s head snapped around to the door as Katarin continued slapping her palm against the other side then rose to his feet and strode across the room to the window. He pushed open the wooden shutters and leaned out into the rain, dragging deep breaths. Jolan watched him, glancing at Alger only once when he urged her to lift her arms so he could pull her sleeping shift over her head before reaching for his tunic.

  When Viktor pulled his head from the rain, his canines were retracted, his eyes blue again, and his claws gone so Alger tossed his tunic at him. Pulling it on, he went to the door and lifted the latch. Throwing it open, he reached for his sister and pulled her to him.

  “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, Kata. Are you hurt?” he mu
rmured.

  “I thought you were,” she whispered embracing him. “You are not hurt?”

  “I am not.” He took her by the shoulders and stood her back from him. “I am well. Go back to bed now.” Katarin glanced at Alger and Jolan before looking up at Viktor.

  “I was afraid. I had a sense that you were dying. It frightened me,” she whispered. “If she hurt you, brother, I will scratch out her eyes.”

  “Leave her eyes as they are, Kata, and go back to bed now.” He gave her a little push and after some reluctance, she obeyed. He swung the door closed and leant his head against it.

  “I…I’m sorry,” Jolan whispered.

  “No more sharing.” Viktor spoke without looking back at them. “I can’t bear that again.”

  “Then give her your bite,” Alger said and Jolan’s head snapped around so she stared at him. “Why do you fight what you know you want?”

  “I won’t do that to her.” Viktor straightened and turned to face them, his gaze meeting Jolan’s. “She deserves her freedom and I won’t take it from her.”

  Alger stepped forward, looking as if he would say something but Viktor raised his hand and his voice. “I will not.”

  “Then you are the biggest fool I’ve ever known, Viktor.” Alger snatched up the rest of his clothes. “If it were my teeth bared, I would have sunk them into her happily. She stood ready to give her life and take Dragomir’s with her, partly for our father. What more in a woman could a man want for?”

  “I would want her to choose it and not be made to accept it because it was a desire I indulged without her consent,” Viktor said softly.

  “Both of you lust so deeply for Dragomir’s blood that you’re blinded against what is obvious to the rest of us. A woman who did not want what you had to offer could not stir you to want it so deeply, brother. If you let her go, neither of you will ever find happiness with another.” Alger moved past Viktor and left them, the door slamming forcefully behind him.

  Jolan stood staring at the door, hoping for it to open again and Alger to return. He did not and she heard his angry shout moments later before something splintered against a wall.

  “His temper will cool,” Viktor said when she looked at him and smiled. “He can never hold his anger with me for long.” He stepped forward and ran his palm along her cheek.

  “I feel as if I am to blame…”

  “Perhaps if you were not so pretty, I would not lose myself so easily when we are together?” He grinned. “If your breasts were not so eager for attention and if your cunt did not embrace me so tightly?”

  “That is not what I meant.” Jolan shoved at his chest and he chuckled.

  “Despite my lack of control, you enjoyed the two of us.” He turned his hand so that his knuckles brushed across her jaw.

  She bit her lip, feeling suddenly embarrassed. “I did.”

  “Your pleasure was intense,” he purred.

  “Very.” She nodded. “I still feel the shaking in my limbs.”

  “I want you again.”

  Jolan blinked as his hand slid to cup her chin. “So soon? I don’t know if I have the strength.”

  “Let us find out.” His eyes glittered as he walked her backwards to the bed. “This time, keep your teeth to yourself.”

  It was nearly midnight when Jolan fell asleep against his chest, her body spent from their lovemaking. But she was awakened hours later just before dawn when the door slammed open and Alger rushed inside.

  “Come, brother, victory approaches on horseback and we shall have our vengeance this day.”

  Jolan sat up as Viktor rolled from the bed and reached for his clothes. “Dragomir?”

  “Coming for his innocent bride.” Alger grinned. Jolan threw back the blanket and crawled from the bed. She reached for her clothes, dressing quickly, her heart pounding. She’d not expected his arrival so soon. She’d hoped to train more first with her sword.

  “You will stay here.” Viktor told her when she reached for her sword and sheath.

  “I will not.” Jolan met his gaze. “Pray you get to him first, for I will rob you of your vengeance for my own if given the chance.” She readied for his argument and was surprised when it did not come. Instead he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her to him so he could kiss her mouth roughly.

  Chapter Twelve

  The Moroi moved as if they were not earth bound, gliding in formation around Dragomir so that they could attack, sink their teeth, then retreat into their tight circle. Their bites were vicious but Viktor’s wolf was strong and healed his wounds quickly. It was the loss of the blood which the Moroi took with them with each bite, that started to weaken him. He could not get to them as man. Dropping his sword, he lunged forward onto his knees as they retreated. Pain ripped through him as he gave himself to the wolf. Bones popped and his structure shifted, stretching. Looking at his sides, he saw his brothers doing the same. His men rushed forward around them allowing them time to shift completely.

  New strength veined through him as he lunged at the first Moroi to advance. He felt the bite but the wolf didn’t care. As the Moroi pulled his teeth from Viktor’s shoulder, he bit back, ripping through the demon’s throat viciously. What felt like a thousand points of pain assaulted him and put him to the ground.

  “Retreat or they will drain him!” Dragomir sneered down at him when he raised his head but that sneer twisted slightly as a blade ripped through his shoulder. Dragomir shouted and turned as Ilona withdrew the sword and thrust again into his side.

  “My sweet.” Dragomir’s voice shook from the pain she inflicted but reached out to grasp her by the throat. Her sword fell from her fingers as he lifted her from the ground. Viktor would have smiled when he heard his brother’s warning growls if he’d had the strength but those that held him with their bites were slowly draining him, swallow by swallow. Dragomir must have sensed his mistake as well for he glanced back at them and her feet touched the ground again.

  “Release her.” It was Jolan’s voice. She stepped into Viktor’s view, an arrow drawn taut against a bow.

  “Or what, Jolan? You have no stomach for blood…” Before he could finish, her arrow zipped past him and landed in the temple of one of those that hovered atop Viktor. He felt that set of teeth leave him.

  “I shall not tell you again to release her,” she grasped another arrow and readied it, this time pointing it at him.

  Dragomir stared at her then unwrapped his fingers from around Ilona’s throat. She dragged air loudly, staggering backwards. Dragomir held up his hands with a smile.

  “Now command them off of him.” Jolan jerked her head back towards Viktor. After a moment he inclined his head and Viktor felt the Moroi leave him.

  “He is too close to death for you to save him.” Dragomir folded his arms. “He is almost completely drained.” Jolan glanced at Viktor and Dragomir chose that moment to reach for her, snatching her bow from her.

  “I almost respected you, wife, but then you prove you are as weak as I first knew you to be.” Dragomir gritted but he didn’t see the dagger appear from beneath her tunic. He wasn’t aware until that blade burned through his neck and twisted.

  “Then know it was a weakened woman, Jolan Lovasz, who spilled your blood today, you cold bastard, and remember these names as you take your last breaths. Ishild. Tibor. Dieter Kelemen. May they take mercy on you in death, for you will have none from me while you die. Ilona, cut his fucking head off.”

  Ilona’s sword swung and she grunted as it connected, slicing cleanly through. Viktor did smile before his eyes closed. He heard his brothers’ howls and the men advance. They would taste victory.

  * * * *

  “He must drink before his body starts to cool,” Ilona spoke as Heinrich and Alger settled Viktor’s body on the stone floor. He’d already transformed back to man and Jolan understood Ilona’s urgency without explanation. She did not wait for Alger to offer his arm, slicing her own with her dagger. She knelt and put her wound to his lips b
ut he did not move.

  “Drink, Viktor. By the Gods, drink!” She parted his lips with her fingers and pressed the wound again. “Do not die. Do not! I love you…” Her breath caught when his lips moved. She felt his tongue and at the taste of her blood, the tightening of his mouth around her cut. The draw of his lips caused her to gasp. She felt it throughout her body, as if he were sucking pleasure into her as he fed. It caused her breath to quicken.

  His hand rose to grasp her arm and his mouth opened wider before he sucked hungrily. She whimpered as her eyes closed, swaying slightly at the headiness that swept over her. Her lips parted and she trembled.

  “Enough.” Ilona’s voice was far away. “Enough!”

  Alger’s hands found her shoulders and in the next moment she protested as she was hurled away from pleasure’s edge. Her vision cleared—though she couldn’t remember when it had blurred—and she looked at Viktor as he sat up from the floor and put his hand to his mouth.

  “What have you done?” He looked at Ilona then Jolan, moving quickly to her side.

  “I will not lose another Kelemen so soon.” Ilona told him. “Not to the same hand.”

  “He lives?” Viktor’s voice rose.

  “One cannot live without one’s head.” Ilona smiled and looked at Jolan. “You are starting to feel stronger?”

  “Yes.” She nodded.

  “Why are you weakened?” Viktor whispered. He looked at her arm and she saw the realisation in his face. His head snapped around so he could stare at Ilona.

  “What does this mean?”

  “It means you are both wolf and Moroi. It means you live.” Ilona released a heavy breath.

  * * * *

  Four months later

  Maethi

  Jolan’s breath caught as she stepped through the doorway. Her father had summoned her to the great hall and her gaze rested instantly on the largely built man that stood in the centre of the room. Slowly, he turned, revealing his broad face, a thin layer of hair sprinkled across his wide jaw and chin. A smile pulled at his lips as his blue gaze locked with hers.