Taken by the Vampire King(5)

Two men crossed the intersection behind her.

Just two guys out at the festival. Don't freak out. She picked up the pace as much as her heels and her joints would allow.

And, still, her internal alarm system rang. No matter how hard she   tried, she couldn't convince herself it was all just a coincidence.   Instinct roared that they were following her, pursuing her.

She stared over her shoulder another moment, her hand already fishing in   her purse for her cell phone. She pulled it out and looked ahead-                       
       
           



       

A hooded man stood five feet in front of her.

Herregud. Oh, my God. She froze and screamed. It was one of the two men   who had been following her. Without looking behind her, she knew it was   true.

She bolted to the left. He was on her almost instantly, his touch like   ice even through her coat. Kaira screamed, and he slapped a hand roughly   over her mouth, busting her bottom lip against a tooth. She twisted  and  writhed and pulled at his arm around her neck. No use. His hold was   like iron.

His smell was sickly sour. The stench burned her nose and had her fighting back her gag reflex.

The second man joined them and made a grab for her wrists.

Kaira thrashed and pummeled and kicked with every bit of the desperation   she felt. If she stopped fighting... No, she couldn't even let her  mind  entertain all the horrible things they were likely to do to her.  Every  bit of her adrenaline-pumped energy had to remain focused on  fighting,  on surviving.

In the shadow of a van parked at the curb, they forced her to the   ground. Her head glanced off the pavement. One of them wrenched her coat   open, sending buttons flying, as the other tore the scarf from around   her neck. Hands pawed over her breasts. Knees pinned her arms down, and   one of them continued to muffle her screams. A blast of cold seemed to   concentrate on her throat a moment before something sharp sliced into   it.

Oh, nei. Oh, nei. Herregud, nei.

A sickening pull centered around whatever pierced her throat. Had   he...had he bitten her? The suction burned and grated, like crushed   glass flowed through her veins.

Growling cut the night air from somewhere nearby. Hissing, her attackers   reared back. With bleary, unfocused eyes, she tried to track what was   happening. Then something-or someone-swooped over her. Suddenly, the  men  were gone. Harsh words and feral growls rang out. Some sort of  chaos  was happening close to where she lay. Shots ricocheted off  concrete.

Run, run, run!

Time slowed to a crawl even as she forced herself to move.

Pushing up onto her elbows, Kaira fought a wave of light-headedness that   sent the world tilting and warping. She used the van's bumper to pull   herself up. Her foot pressed against the cold asphalt, making her aware   she'd lost a shoe somewhere along the way. The bodice of her gown   flapped open.

Like the air was made of molasses, she staggered to her feet and kicked   the other heel free. Vertigo washed over her, sending her body  careening  against the back of the van. Ignoring the fight obviously  going on  behind her, she concentrated on forcing oxygen into her lungs.

A man appeared in front of her.

She sucked in a scrape of frigid air that left her throat raw. Shaking   her head, she raised her hands and pressed tight against the van. Tears   of fright and rage blurred her vision. She blinked them away and her   mind reeled. The man from the gallery. Jakob. She'd recognize those   flashing, ice-blue eyes anywhere. Except...bleeding cuts and scratches   marred his face and throat. His clothing hung in tatters.

Had he sustained these injuries protecting her?

Pale eyes with an odd reflective quality dragged down her face and settled on her neck.

An anguished noise bubbled up from his throat a moment before he opened   his mouth and flashed what could only be called fangs. He had fangs.   Fangs!

She blinked, hoping against hope to see a different reality before her.

Even as she rejected what she was seeing, her mind resurrected the   memory of the piercing sensation of moments before, and the trail of   warmth covering her neck told her she was bleeding. The other one had   bitten, sucked and drank from her.

In one more blink of her eyes, his body pinned hers and his mouth fell   against the wound on her throat. She gasped and flinched as those long   canines penetrated her flesh. While there was a moment of piercing pain,   the first pull of suction obliterated it. Each hungry draw of her  blood  into his mouth blanketed her body in languorous heat.

It wasn't the only difference from the attacker's bite. This   one-this...vampire?-was warm. His chest against hers, his lips and   tongue on her neck, his hands holding hers against the metal. Her   temperature rose everywhere his hard, lean frame pressed against hers.   And, herregud, he smelled delicious. A tempting blend of everything dark   and decadent, like hot, spiced chocolate. Saliva moistened her mouth.

An unwelcome thrill rushed through her trembling body. Her heart   hammered, her blood pounded, her breaths came in ragged pants.   Originating where he suckled, heat skittered down her spine and settled   low in her belly.

What was happening to her?

Soon, each long, wet suck seemed to tug at her nipples, at the suddenly   aching bundle of nerves between her legs. She moaned and tilted her  hips  against his steely muscles.                       
       
           



       

Her instincts were veering in a new direction without her permission.   Fright speared through her. "Nei," she rasped. "Nei." She didn't want   this...whatever it was.

Did she?

An odd sensation, like pins and needles, tingled over the palm of her   left hand. She involuntarily squeezed his hand, and his fingers wrapped   around hers.

"Nei," she moaned again. "Ver så snill." Please.

A whimper, like the sound of an animal in pain, sounded against her   throat. His muscles erupted in tremors. With a grunt, his lips released   her skin. Curses and yelling echoed off the buildings around them as  his  tongue dragged over the spot where she'd been bitten, spreading a   relieving balm. The flesh there suddenly felt less raw.

He flew back from her. No, dragged. He'd been pulled away. A man stood   behind him, arm tight around his neck. Roughly, he hauled him across the   open parking space and forced him facedown against the hood of the  next  car, arms pinned at an almost bone-breaking angle behind his back.

Yet he didn't resist. He didn't fight back.

As she watched the bizarre events unfold, twin reactions coursed through   her-relief at the rescue, and worry for the vampire that had seconds   before drank from her throat. Protectiveness, even.

Why she should feel the least sympathy for him, she couldn't begin to   explain, but she also couldn't deny the feeling. Nor the fact that her   body was more aroused than she could last remember.

Kaira slid down the door of the van until her butt hit the bumper.   Shaking so hard she thought for sure there must be an earthquake, she   braced her bare feet against the pavement to keep from outright falling.   With one hand, she struggled to force the lapels of her coat together.  A  whirlwind of confusion filled her mind.

God, everything hurt-her head, her throat, her arms, her very skin. The list went on.

Movement in her peripheral vision. A man eased down off the sidewalk   with his hands raised-the younger guy she'd seen in the gallery earlier,   the one who had yanked Jakob from the room.

"I just want to help you," he said.

Problem was, Kaira was experiencing something of a mind-to-body   disconnect at the moment, and she couldn't manage to formulate a   response. She just stared at him, her eyes watching and assessing his   every movement.

"I know what you're thinking." He took two slow steps until he stood   directly in front of her, blocking her view of the scene on the hood of   the car.

"Not...possible. Since I...don't even know."

He slipped out of the beat-up black leather coat he wore, leaving   himself in only a hooded sweatshirt. "Ja, you do. You've been bitten   twice. You know what you've seen, even if you're trying to convince   yourself it's not true." Keeping his bright blue eyes on hers, he held   the coat out to her. "Slip your arms in. It will keep you warmer. You're   probably in shock."

The tips of two longer teeth occasionally appeared as he spoke. He was   right, she did know what she'd seen. Vampires. Five of them, no less. It   was like she'd stepped out of the gallery and into an alternate   universe. She glanced at the coat and shook her head.