Fated for Her Wolves - Tara West Page 0,27
torn denim and let out a low growl, his eyes shifting to silver orbs. “And something else.”
Constantine fell beside him, his protector desperate to break free when he saw the drop of blood in the snow. He sniffed it once and immediately recognized her scent. When he found a shredded shirt buried under the snow, he let out a mournful howl.
Novak knelt beside him, silver eyes ablaze, and pointed to a distinct set of prints in the snow. “Demon.”
SITRI SLAPPED BALBAN so hard, he drew blood and loosened a tooth. Her head spun, and she was momentarily disoriented. It took several minutes to come to her senses, then several more to relish his rage.
“I told you to steal one of the males!” he hollered, pacing. “I lured the old wolves away and cleared a path for you.”
“But this beautiful female with long, lean legs was all alone,” she cried.
“You idiot!” With a roar, he flung his supper dish against the stone wall, smashing it to pieces. “The whole town will be searching for her.”
“Forgive me, Master.” She fell to her knees and smoothed a hand across the sleeping wolf girl’s brow. “The smell of her virgin blood was too tempting to resist.”
Sitri stopped as if he’d hit a wall. “You smell her virginity?”
She grasped the supine girl’s thigh. “Don’t you?”
Sitri knelt and smelled the girl’s crotch. “I do now.” Closing his eyes, he sat up and purred softly. “How delicious.”
Balban broke into a wide grin. “Is Master pleased?”
His eyes shot open, flashing red. “You seek to distract me when everything is at stake?”
“I only want to satisfy you.” She pouted.
“I will be satisfied after you get the witch.”
“I will take this virgin’s body and bring the witch to you.”
His lips pulled back in a menacing snarl. “If you fail, I will burn out your eyes and rip out your heart.”
She lowered her head in submission. “Yes, Master.” She would take the virgin’s body and would not fail. When she returned from her mission, she’d give her new virgin body to her Master to do with as he pleased.
Chapter Seven
“WHAT IS TAKING SO LONG?” Kneeling in the hard snow, Dimitri squinted into the glare of the rising sun and watched the front of the castle, turned gated compound, from behind a thick pine.
On Klaus’s orders, he and his brothers had been forced to do reconnaissance as humans, wrapped in several layers of clothes. The icy wind chapped their faces and the frozen earth numbed their knees. Damn, it was cold.
Why weren’t they charging the castle? Who cared that the guards had automatic weapons? Their mate was inside!
“We’re waiting for the Alaskan trackers to get here,” Constantine said, refusing to look at him and keeping his gaze centered on the fortress.
“They should be here by now,” he said, hopelessness washing over him. What if they killed her?
“Why didn’t you break from the pack if you didn’t want her? You knew we did.” He looked at Dejan. His normally jovial baby brother was looking at him with tearstained eyes, his face as red as a beet.
As if Dimitri couldn’t loathe himself more. The words he’d spoken in anger had not only hurt Tatiana but his brothers, too.
“I was frustrated,” he said. “I didn’t mean it.”
“Doesn’t matter, because she overheard you.” Constantine’s voice was hollow and cold. “If she’s killed by those demons, I’ll never forgive you.”
Constantine’s words seared his soul. “If the demons kill her, I’ll never forgive myself.”
“Father Marius is signaling to us,” Andrei said when a wolf call went out.
Andrei’s blood turned to sludge, slowing his heart rate to a painful thud. “Maybe he has news.”
Constantine stood and dusted snow off his pants. “You’d better stay here.”
“Why?”
He released a shuddering breath and narrowed his eyes to slits. “Because if the news is bad, I’m pummeling you into oblivion.”
Dimitri’s shoulders fell, and he looked away. “Fair enough.”
“No, not nearly fair enough. Our mate is a demon’s hostage because of you.”
Shame washed over him as his brothers walked away. Even if they saved her, his brothers would probably cut him from the pack. Not that he’d blame them.
TATIANA KNEW THIS WAS a dream, for she didn’t feel the bitter cold of the wind stinging her face when she slid open the frosted window and looked down at her mates, standing in the snow below, naked in all of their beautiful muscular glory.
Afraid Dimitri wouldn’t survive after being brutally attacked by the Stormwatcher brothers, she’d flown to Romania to be with him. After Amara