Ambrose tried to think. Couldn't think. They had his bride. He heart hammered in his chest. It beats for her. He growled tracing to every spot in the city he had ever visited. They would be close, had to be. He needed to find them.
Cassandra launched herself at leech closest to her, tearing his head from his shoulders only to toss it at another one. He was stunned, throwing himself back he traced away. Damn him. She growled, fixing her eyes on the remaining one, the one who appeared to be the leader. He glared at her.
"Tougher than I thought you would be." He snarled. "What matter of being are you?"
Cassandra laughed, though even to her it sounded cold, chilling. "The being who'll soon have your head rolling onto this dirty floor."
He laughed and bared his fangs at her. "I will delight in draining you, female."
He tackled her, throwing her to the ground. Cass kicked up at him and distinctly heard something crack. He appeared shocked. "What..?"
"You picked the wrong Lykae to kidnap." She said digging her claws into his arms.
He struggled against her. "Lyk…" His eyes went blank as she severed his neck.
"That was for Kenzie." Cassandra growled. "And me." She admitted shoving the tip of her foot into the body.
In the midst of his frantic tracing, Ambrose scented one of them. His lips curled as he followed the scent. He'd make him bleed. The vampire leaned against the bricked side of a building. Ambrose traced directly in front of him. With a swift blow to his knees he knocked him down, the vampire looked up at him. Ambrose grabbed the vampire by his neck so he wouldn't trace away. "Where is she?"
The vampire sputtered. "She's so strong." He shook.
Ambrose felt a welling sense of pride in his bride. She had scared this vampire well. Perhaps she was safe after all. "Where is she?" He yelled.
"Old f-factory." The vampire said, shaking. "Please don't hurt me." He looked up at Ambrose. "She killed Aison. Please don't hurt me."She had killed one of them. His bride was not as delicate as she looked. He tightened his grip on the vampire's neck.
"As if I'd let you live." Ambrose tore his throat away, then kicked the man's head off of the remnants of his neck. He breathed in slowly. He still did not have his bride, but he believed she was safe. An old factory…He frowned not knowing where to look next.
Cassandra dusted off her hands and stepped over the bodies to look for a way out. She turned down a dark hallway that led into a large expanse of room, piled with some form of machinery. She eased past the shadowed figures of machines and found her way to a door a across the room. Thank the gods for her night vision. Cassandra tried the handle. It was locked. She stepped back and gave the door a rough kick which sent it sprawling into an empty parking lot. She stepped through the doorway and into the parking lot. Now where the hell was she?
"Damn leeches." She growled, looking around for anything familiar. With a sigh she dragged her SAT phone from her pocket and used the GPS to distinguish her location. With a huff she began trekking her way home.
She was close. He felt it, sensed it, smelled it. He lurched forward in her direction. His bride was safe. Cassandra was safe. He ran, half tracing, half running until he caught sight of her. Then he traced in front of her. She jumped, startled at his sudden appearance.
The surprise quickly gave way to a look that seemed to be more annoyance than surprise. "I'm not in the mood Ambrose."
He ignored her, scanning her for injuries. Satisfied she was unharmed he looked at her. "The vampires? You killed them?" He asked.
She frowned. "One of them got away. How did you know about-?" Ambrose pulled her into his arms and she froze. "I was worried." He said, pressing his face into her hair, inhaling her scent.
He hugged her. Cassandra froze, allowing him to do so. He was worried. For her? Her heart sped up and she couldn't explain why. He held her so close, so affectionately. She softened against him. Mine. The word rang in her head.
"You were worried about me?" She asked, looking into his gray eyes.
"More so than I have ever been." He replied. "I killed the one that escaped. I am sorry I failed to reach you before they took you."
He killed the other one? She smiled. "I'm no damsel in distress, vampire."
He shrugged. She may not have needed his help, but she was his female and it upset him that he was not there to kill the others. He pulled away from her. "I should get you home."
She nodded then remembered. "Oh my car! It's still at the shop."
Ambrose nodded. "I could trace you there…" He quieted when he seen her face.
Trace her? She shook her head. He was a vampire. My vampire. She hated that she needed to be reminded of that. She hated what he was. Hers. Her mate. No she shook her head more fiercely. It wasn't fair. She wasn't given a choice.
"I won't then." He said, interrupting her thoughts. He wanted to please his bride, to have her approval. "I could carry you." He offered and her heart sped again. He couldn't be all bad this man, he wanted to make her comfortable, to care for her. She smiled in spite of herself. "Let's just walk."
He nodded and fell into line with her as they headed back toward the shop. They walked in silence until he spoke.
"Are you in love with another male?" Ambrose asked, remembering the night of the party where she had spoken of another man.
She was shocked at the question. "In love? Another male?"
He nodded and waited, expecting an answer.
She looked down and shook her head slowly. "I thought I was. Lachlain and I were alone for so long. I was merely in love with the idea of being in love, of being loved." She sighed. "I didn't want to him to find his mate." Not while she was still alone.
Ambrose breathed a sigh of relief. She loved no other. She would be his.
She drove back to her house and he tagged along for the ride. "Are you going to go home?" She asked as they arrived at her house.
"Not just yet." He replied. Although he was thirsty, so thirsty, he wanted to spend the remainder of the night with his bride.
She allowed him in and they sat awkwardly at the kitchen table. She stared at him from across the square table, admiring his features. He was handsome, so utterly sexy that it was easy to forget what he was.
He loved the way she was watching him, her eyes grazing over his face to his chest. Her tongue actually dabbed her lip once and it drove him mad. He had to touch her in any way at all, just touch her. He grabbed her hand from it places on the table, trailing fingers up her arm. She trembled at his touch and he delighted in it. He kicked the table aside, sending it sliding, still upright, across the floor.
"Ambrose!" She was shocked, but he pulled her from her chair and into his lap. He groaned as she made contact with his swollen groin. Ah gods his woman was perfect. He eyed her lovely frame cupping her ass in his hands.
Cassandra was stunned, she tried to stand but he kept her there in his lap. "Ambro-." She stopped as she caught sight of his hungry gaze. He covered her mouth with his, kissing her fiercely, driving his tongue between her lips. She couldn't stop him, didn't want to. She was filled with desire so hot and smoldering she expected to melt right onto his lap. She kissed him back, strokes of his tongue against hers had her quaking. From just a kiss? She couldn't believe how much she needed him. She could feel him pressed hard against her, straining against the material of his pants.
He slid his hand under the loose top she wore finding her bra covering her breasts he growled, tugging on it. He had never taken one of these off of a woman, had not lain with a female in centuries. She chuckled and leaned back to remove her shirt. His hands slid over her once more and once she unclasped her bra her breasts spilled into his hands. He groaned in delight, fondling her soft generous breasts, kneading them in his big hands. Her pink nipples stood out against her pale skin and he lowered his head to suckle the pointed tips of her plump breasts.
His mouth was divine. She was lost in him. He sucked lightly, teasing her other breast with his hand before turning to give it the same attention he had given the other. She leaned over him and her hair spilled over him, the soft curls tickling her breasts.
He stopped and looked up at her. His eyes had flooded black with lust. "Your bedroom?" He grunted in a husky voice, standing with her legs wrapped around his waist.
Cass merely gestured up the stairs and he ran with her there. Once in her bedroom he dropped her to the bed, covering her instantly with his large frame. He kissed her hard, pressing her back against the mattress, one hand freely groping her exposed breasts. She moaned into his mouth and it spurred him on. He pulled up from her to pull the jeans she wore from her lovely body. Under the jeans was the smallest piece of fabric. Hardly underwear at all, but he tugged it down as well revealing her sex to him. He groaned low in his throat at the sight of her.
Cass sat up and motioned to his pants. He took them off hastily throwing them aside, and tossing his boxers to lie with them on the floor. She gaped at him. He was so large, so hard. She licked her lips and motioned him forward.
He moved forward as if spell bound. He crawled over her and she lifted his shirt from him, throwing it to fall with the rest of their clothing on the floor. He claimed her breast with his mouth once more, wrenching cries from her. With a trembling hand he reached to cup between her legs. He groaned when he discovered how wet she was. For him, his bride desired him as he did her. He stroked her sex gently at first before plunging a finger into her opening.
She moaned for him. He was driving her mad with his touch. She had never been so aroused before. Cass had taken quite a few lovers in her time, but never had she felt the need so much as she did now. His fingers worked magic between her legs and at her breasts. She shuddered under his hand. "Oh Ambrose."
He looked up at his female as she said his name. Her lips were parted, her hair spread across the bed in shiny waves. He slid his finger deeper into her wet embrace, the heel of his palm rubbing against her clitoris. She moaned, grinding against his hand as he brought her to climax. Her sheath clenched his finger as her cries grew louder. He had made his female come and now he would have her.
He poised himself over her. His body was magnificent, muscles splayed across his arms and stomach. Cass allowed her eyes to travel down his body to the trail of dark hair that led below his waist to his swollen shaft. It seemed to pulse as he noticed her attention. She smirked.
He kissed her again. Softly this time, whispering softly in Russian he cradled her face. He'd called her beautiful, his sun. She smiled at the compliment and the nickname. This was no monster, he was hers.
Ambrose watched as emotions flitted across his bride's lovely face. Deeming them to all be good and welcoming, he drove inside her. She shuddered under him. He lost all control he had maintained and began pumping into her furiously. She accepted him with cries of pleasure as he mounted her in a maddening pace.
He was so large, but there was no discomfort only pleasure. His quick full-hearted thrusts had her digging claws into his back. He seemed to enjoy this, pushing harder against her, until she felt she'd go insane with pleasure.
Her scent overpowered him, his eyes were fixed on her neck where her pulse beat rapidly as he thrust into her. He couldn't. It's forbidden to take blood from the vein. She is Mine. Must Claim her. His thoughts warred with each other inside his head. Every tantalizing glimpse he got from between her locks of hair drove him mad. He thrust into her and at the same time dug fangs into her pale neck. She appeared momentarily shocked before pleasure rocked the both of them and her lips parted as she came. With a final thrust he spent himself inside her, greedily drinking her.
Ambrose felt as satisfied as he could possibly feel. He had claimed his female and drank her and she actually appeared to have enjoyed his bite. He looked up with a satisfied smirk only for it to fade as he caught a look at his brides face. She was blinking back tears. "Cassandra?" He asked uncertainly, instantly hating himself, eying the wound at her neck.
"Filthy leech! How dare you!" She shoved at him and he flew into the opposite wall, crumbling to the floor.
Ambrose didn't know what to say. Leech. That dreadful name. He couldn't argue with her this time however, couldn't say he wasn't like them, the blood drinkers of the Horde.
"You had no right to bite me. I am not some blood whore!" She growled. "Get out!" Cassandra covered herself with a blanket. "Leave!"
He did. He traced away, as if she needed any more reminder of what he was. He was a monster, nothing could change that, he drank blood. He had taken hers. She cried.
Ambrose returned to his home and sunk down to his knees. He had hurt her. Proved to her just what kind of animal he was. Damn it. He pounded a fist against the floor. He wouldn't be able to forget how sweet her blood tasted. It would haunt him just as the memory of her teary eyes as she stared up at him with disgust and betrayal would.