Surrounded by her body, her warmth, and her scent, on the verge of losing himself, instinct bypassed his common sense. With one last slam, pleasure hit him like a freight train, and before he could stop himself, he’d sunk his fangs into the elegant column of her neck. When her sweet blood flooded his mouth, he almost blacked out at the intensity and connection he felt. His brain registered Violet jerking and screaming his name, caught in the throes of another, even more, powerful orgasm, one in sync with his own. Finn was still stirring his hips inside her, still pursuing the pleasure that kept a stronghold on them.
Lost in the pleasure, it took a moment for Finn to see images flashing behind his closed eyelids. It was fuzzy and for a second or two he didn’t understand what he was seeing. Two men were dressed in black, their hands and clothing drenched with blood, Violet’s blood, with the same symbols he’d seen on the walls of the chapel where they’d held Violet. However, he saw other markings and those he knew. They were necromancer’s symbols. He tried to look at Violet but couldn’t see her but he knew nothing had pierced her skin.
“Finn!”
Violet’s voice seemed far away, but it drew him back like a punch in the gut. When his eyes focused in reality, he realized how pale the witch was, and almost lost his footing.
“What was wrong with you?”
He couldn’t answer as he closed the pinpricks on her neck and licked at the last drops of blood sliding down her breasts. When he felt grounded enough, back to himself, he met her gaze.
She was pale and pissed, but he could also detect worry in her expression.
“I thought you’d died on me. You stopped moving and continued to drink from me.”
“How long? How long was I out?”
Violet blinked a couple of times, probably worried he’d lost his mind. “Thirty seconds, something like that. Why?”
“I saw in your head. I think.”
Her expression switched so fast, Finn wasn’t sure if she’d explode or not.
“You think you saw in my head?”
“Only fleeting images. Of when you were in the crypt.” He hated how fear replaced fury. “I saw two men, the two men who took you. I saw their faces. I didn’t recognize them, but I saw something else. They were necromancers.”
Violet only nodded and squirmed in his arms until they disengaged. He saw the goosebumps on her skin, how her hands trembled, but he waited until she’d dressed before touching her. It was clear she needed a little distance to gather herself, but he wasn’t about to let her to withdraw from him. He gathered his clothes and put them on.
When she pushed her red hair behind her shoulders, it was clear that despite the fear, the witch was ready for a fight.
“I don’t know much about necromancers.”
Finn put his hands in his pockets. He knew about them. All vampires did as they walked the world of the dead. Vampires drew their energy from the opposite end of the spectrum to witches and shifters. In the magical world, dark and light were part of the same universe, and good and bad were in the hands of those that wielded it. Dark magic could be seductive and bring the worst of creatures to the surface if they weren’t strong enough, and natural-born necromancers were rare.
“Necromancers have powers over the dead and some newly turned vampires. Originally, they were the link between the living and the dead, but they quickly lost their way.”
“Why me?” Violet’s voice was steadier, but he guessed that her emotions were swirling close to the surface. “I’m a witch. I’ve never met a necromancer.” Finn’s heart settled when a smile hinted at her mouth. “And the only decrepit and old thing I know is your vampire’s ass.”
Relieved, Finn knew he could work with her sassy side as seeing her scared and vulnerable was digging a hole inside him.
“I have your scratches on my decrepit ass, so I don’t think you mind it that much.”
Her smile turned up a notch. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Irishman. We need to start searching, and we’re in the perfect place to do so. And if you’re of any help, I’d consider adding a few more marks.”
Chapter 13
Violet rolled her aching shoulders, the result of moving heavy books in and out of the bookshelves.
And the most frustrating thing was that she didn’t know exactly what she was searching for. She’d started by searching for information on necromancers, but there wasn’t much apart from what Finn had already told her.
The overall reputation of those dark magic wielders was bad. She needed to discover why she’d been kidnapped and what had happened to her. Her mind still remained blank on that part. She could still feel the agony and the raw fear inside her, they were etched on each cell of her body. Her eyes searched for Finn, whose tall frame was hunched over a dusty book, focused on the words, a frown on his beautiful face.
That man, that vampire she was supposed to hate, had offered her solace and a safe haven, in addition to becoming a rock to help her regain her footing once more.
Her own childhood trauma had colored her judgment and she’d put Finn in the same category as senseless murderers, but the man was far
