Also in this series: Blood Guard (Mission, #1) Also by this author: Blood Guard (Mission, #1) Blood Guard (Mission, #1) by Megan Erickson
Published by Loveswept on September 12th, 2017
Genres: Paranormal, Romance, Vampires, Fantasy
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Enter a world of immortal danger and desire—and discover an incredible fate borne of blood.
One minute, I’m a bartender in gritty Mission City; the next, I’m whisked away by a vampire named Athan who tells me that I’m the lifeblood of his clan. It sounds unbelievable, but he’s got evidence I can’t deny. Turns out, Athan belongs to an underground society of vampires who feed only on humans with their consent. Their enemies have no such qualms, and they want me dead. The only thing standing in their way is strong, sexy Athan. And the closer we get, the more tempted I am to let Athan feed. . . .
How could I have known when I snatched this snarky, beautiful human off the streets that she would change my destiny? As a loyal soldier, I must deliver Tendra to our future king—my brother. Empowered with the blood of ten generations of the Gregorie breed, she is fated to rule as our queen. But there’s something between us that’s so intoxicating, so carnal, I can’t help wanting Tendra for myself . . . even if it’s treason.
With a newfound sense of confidence, I climbed out of bed and opened the door. Beyond the living room, Athan and Zeb looked up from where they sat at the kitchen table. Athan’s gaze was heavy on my skin, and Zeb made a whistling sound through his teeth as he took in my bare legs. “Well, ain’t Idris lucky?”
I propped a hand on my hip. “This Idris is lucky because he gets to guzzle my blood. That’s it.”
Zeb slapped his hand on the table and laughed. “Sure, right. That’s all.”
“What’s so funny?”
The man kept laughing before shaking his head and standing up. “You explain, A.”
Athan was quiet for a long time, and I stepped closer. “Athan?”
“Being Sanguivita is more than just giving blood,” he said slowly.
I hesitated. “I need to sleep with him, too?”
Zeb stayed silent, watching us closely.
Athan nodded once. “Yes.”
My jaw dropped. “What the hell—”
“Hey, first of all,” Zeb broke in, “Idris is a good-looking man. He looks like A, so you know he’s fine. Second of all, when he drinks from you, you’re going to be horny as fuck and begging for his dick, I can tell you that.”
I glared at him. “There will be no dick-begging.”
“Uh-huh,” Zeb said. “You tell yourself that.” He sauntered toward me, and the side of his mouth kicked up into a smirk. “You don’t know what it feels like to look into a vampire’s eyes when he’s hungry, to see their eyes go red. You don’t know what that sting does to you when he slices into your veins.” He was close now, leaning over me as he ran a tongue over his upper lip. “As soon as he starts drinking and your body gives up that sweet, red life, you’ll be on fire. You’ll be moaning and panting, begging for him to take you, to fix that pulsing ache between your legs. You’ll be spreading ’em—”
A hand wrapped around Zeb’s throat and his voice cut off when his body was ripped back and slammed onto the kitchen table.
I scrambled out of the way, my back hitting the couch while one pissed-off, hulking Athan bared his fangs in Zeb’s face where he held him down. “This is the Sanguivita, and if I ever hear you talking to her like that again, friends or no, I will mark you. Do you understand me?”
His back heaved with every breath, and the muscles of his biceps bulged. Zeb didn’t struggle, though, he only stared up into Athan’s face. He swallowed beneath the hand squeezing his throat. “I’m sorry, Athan. I forgot myself.”
Athan waited a beat before removing his hand, and Zeb didn’t bother hiding the redness and nail marks in his pale skin. He turned to me, and I braced myself for resentment, or anger, but instead, Zeb’s face was flushed with embarrassment. “Sorry, Sanguivita. I got carried away.”
I didn’t care about Zeb’s words. His ribbing had been nothing compared to what I dealt with on a nightly basis at work. “Yeah, yeah.” I waved a hand at him. “It’s fine.” Instead, I turned my scorn to Athan. “Was this something you forgot to tell me or conveniently omitted? I thought it was just my blood, now you’re telling me I got to put out?”
Zeb’s eyes bulged, and he covered his mouth. I didn’t miss the way his shoulders shook and eyes crinkled, like he was trying to cover his laugh.
Athan continued that thousand-yard stare. “At the time I didn’t think it was important.”
I marched up to him. “You didn’t think it was important? This is my body. My vagina. It’s kind of important to me what goes in it.”
This time, Zeb lost it, as laughter bubbled up his throat and escaped behind his hand. He doubled over, and Athan growled. “What’s so fucking funny?”
Zeb pointed at me, his eyes wet. “Her! Man, they should have given you some human women training before this shit.”
“What do I need training for—?”
“Can we get back to me, please?” I crossed my arms over my chest. “You can trade human stories or whatever anytime. I’d like some more information on what exactly I’m going to do when we reach our destination.”
Athan focused back on me, and his nostrils flared once before his face returned to its impassive default. “Our saliva contains an aphrodisiac. When we drink, we want to fuck, and so will you.”
He said it so matter–of-fact. “I don’t have a choice?”
He frowned at that. “What do you mean?”
“I mean . . . if I’m influenced by the drug or whatever in your saliva, how is that my choice?”
Athan flicked his eyes at Zeb. “Leave us.”
“Aw, man, this is just getting good—”
“Leave. Us,” Athan said through clenched teeth.