There were three of them, possibly more that she couldn’t see. Their faces and arms were white, almost glowing and paler than her own skin, seeming disembodied with the darkness and their black attire.
One of them broke off from the trio, approaching her and reaching for her face.
Jessica hesitated on taking off his fingers with her teeth, waiting to see if by chance she’d merely over- reacted in her panic. She raised her eyes and looked at him unflinchingly as he gently brushed the hair from the tangle of her lashes.
“This is no Lycan,” he said, turning to the others with his hand lingering in her hair.
The word aroused instant, gut-wrenching pain. Lycans.... They knew of Gabriel’s group, were possibly members themselves. No, that didn’t seem right. She shook her head, trying to make sense of her thoughts, but they jumbled around in her brain.
Her ears buzzed, whining like the hum of electronics.
They closed in, sniffing the air as though scenting some delicacy had been pulled from an oven, ripe for tasting.
One of the men snatched her hair, twisting her face toward the sky. Jessica gritted her teeth against the pain, raking her nails down his arm until he released her. In a lightning-fast move, his hand snaked out and slapped her, drawing blood from her mouth. Her lips throbbed with biting pain. She spat out the sickening taste, resisting the urge to rub her mouth to ease the pain.
He snickered, shaking his arm. “She bleeds. I say we eat her and then continue on to their gathering place. This hunt was not nearly as satisfying as I wished.”
Another audibly sniffed the air. “I smell Lycan cock and pussy ... and blood. The hunger gnaws, I agree.”
“You will not touch me,” she ground out, holding her hands as weapons.
“There is no one to stop us, not even your Lycan lover.”
The words were a slap in the face. They couldn’t know what she’d done, but they did. She didn’t believe they smelled it--they must have come from that place. “What did you do with him?” she screamed, struggling to her knees. “Where is Gabriel?
Did you ... kill him?” Her voice broke. She choked down a sob.
“She cries,” a male said, snickering.
One of the men spoke up, “We’d be happy to oblige you by killing him if you’ll show us the way.”
“Her pussy smells sweet. Lycan coats her skin. I wonder if the little bitch tastes as good as she smells. I say again, we should eat her and let the master find his own kill. The night grows short.” Menace dripped from his voice.
She knew in that moment that she was dead. And she was damned well going to take some of them with her. The savagery of her thoughts empowered her.
Blistering rage surged inside her. Jessica jumped fluidly from her knees with a snarl, running at him with her fingers curled into talons. He laughed, pushing at her as though she were no more threat than an gnat. The laughter died on his lips as she ducked past his arm and came up again, gouging her fingers into his eyes with a scream that scored the lining of her throat. Blood spurted from his lids, lukewarm as it hit her face and rolled down her cheeks. She ignored the instant, fierce nausea, continued crushing his eyes, digging in, trying to find his brain.
She wasn’t going to die without a fight. She’d hurt them, make them sorry they ever touched her, ever hunted her.
He screamed and knocked her back. Her brain rattled as she hit a tree trunk. Her head thunked wetly against the harsh bark. Hot blood seeped instantly onto her scalp, tingles crawling through her hair like biting ants. Her eyes crossed, making her dizzy. She closed her eyes against the sickening bile that rose in her throat with a burning tide. She’d become an animal and it had done her no good.
The vamp she’d attacked screamed again and snarled, “I will kill her now!”
Something stopped him from attacking--she didn’t look to see what. She was too ill to feel grateful.
“No,” another said, “This one intrigues. She smells and acts almost ... Lycan. We take her to the master.”
Someone grabbed her arms suddenly, hauled her roughly to her feet. Her legs were weak, unable to support her weight. She struggled to keep her feet under her as she opened her eyes to another wave of nausea, and then felt her heart stop as she looked at the blood blackened face looming above her. He snarled at her, baring sharp teeth that gleamed in the light, but that wasn’t what sent the icy dread slithering through her bloodstream.
His eyes ... his eyes were back.
She’d crushed them, felt them pop beneath her nails. Her fingers were covered in sticky gore.
He grinned at her, as if reading her thoughts, snapping his jaws menacingly at her face. Jessica struggled against him, frantic to get away, clawing at his arms, his neck, anywhere she could reach. His hands tightened on her, cutting off the blood flow to her hands. She winced from the pain.
She knew then that Gabriel’s tales had been true. There were monsters in the night.
And she was their prisoner.
No one knew what he’d done, that he’d marked Jessica in the most primal of ways.
Gabriel had sliced his thigh and smeared his own blood on his groin, masking the scent of her before rinsing off once more.
Unbelievably, it had worked. He’d felt invigorated from their joining, fiercer than ever to defend his right to claim her as mate.
The fights came faster, easier, but they still wore him down.
Now he’d accomplished something few had ever seen in their territory--he’d triumphed over every challenger without serious harm to himself.
Gabriel was weary beyond belief, his mind was spent, exhausted. The tight warmth of her body, the sweet taste of her kiss glimmered in memory alone, swallowed by the effort to survive. Every blow made Jessica safer, every strike insured she covered more distance.
He stood now, in the clearing, alone. After what seemed like an eternity, the challengers had ceased to come. His chest visibly rose and fell, pronouncing the taut line of his body, his rigid, wary stance. Blood dripped from his fingers, trickled from lacerations in his flesh, slowly healing with feverish sped.
Deron stepped forward into the clearing, regarding Gabriel with clear admiration.
“You have done well, Gabriel.” He looked around the circle of their brethren. “Are there no others left who wish to challenge him for the right to the girl?”
They were silent, as one. The challenge was over.
“Claim your woman,” Deron said to Gabriel.
The pack roared with approval, calling to his inner beast. A wind sighed through the gathering, carrying with it a sense of completion and victory. He tilted his face and looked toward the setting moon, wondering if he could find Jessica again, unbelieving that the ordeal was finally over.
The stars blotted from the sky a brief moment as a black shape crossed his line of vision.
Gabriel ducked and rolled as it swooped over his head, coming up baring his claws.
He growled in warning, tensing to jump.
“Peace, Lycan. I bring a message for the one called Gabriel,” the vampire said with barely repressed amusement.
“I am Gabriel,” he snarled, his hackles standing on end. Never had the vampires dared to invade the luna clearing.
The vamp looked him over. “My master bids me to tell you we have your woman.
If you wish her return, come to le Ventre de le Diable in Vieux Carre tomorrow night.
If any Lycan should be seen before then, we will kill her.”
Before Gabriel could wrap his hands around the smug vampire’s throat, he leapt into the air and disappeared in the black sky.
“She is one of ours. You cannot face them alone,” Deron said. Muffled agreement followed, excitement building with each passing second.
