The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“Blood magic?!” she shouted at him. “You coward!”

Solomons made a tisking noise as he swung and she dodged. “The stakes are too high to leave this to chance my love. You should have taken my offer.” He swung again, this time hitting her shoulder and causing her to spin.

She had to expose him and she knew it. If she could, he would be exposed as a coward and a cheat even if he killed her. Blood magic was taboo, even amongst the vampires. Only dark witches could . . . ‘The Blood Rampart,’ she thought. ‘They must have done this.’ She was backhanded across the face, sending blood splattering from her mouth and she went spinning to the ground.

Melissa was terrified. This wasn’t how she thought this would go at all. She watched on as Solomon began to demolish Mel’s creator . . . hell, his own creator, and she didn’t seem to be fighting back. It was as if she was waiting for something. Melissa could feel something in the back of her mind, something that Sadie was afraid of.

“She knows what he’s doing,” she muttered. She looked around and saw Grom, who looked pretty nervous. “Grom, she knows why he’s so strong, but I can tell the specifics. How could you boost a vampires power?!”

The police captain shrugged his shoulders. “Could just be that he’s more bad-ass than we thought, or could be a bunch of reasons. Even drugs can work on vamps if you find the right ones.”

She turned back to watch Sadie fight a defensive battle, which against Solomon meant a losing battle.

“I thought you would’ve made more of a fight of it than this,” Solomon said, moving in again. Sadie was sitting flat on her ass, bleeding from her mouth, cuts on her face, and one of her eyes was swelling shut. He yanked her up by the vest, holding her two feet off the ground. “Submit,” he whispered. Even then, he felt her blood calling to him and reminding him of the flesh he had once enjoyed . . . reminding him of who made him and —

“You’re doing that on purpose?!” he belted. She had been drawing him in for some reason.

Without warning, his opponent found some life left in her. She grabbed the front of his robe and ripped it open and then spun him toward the crowed were her allies stood.

“Son of a bitch!” Grom shouted. He looked at Melissa. “Blood magic! Solomon fed off something powerful and then had it magically linked to him!”

“Fed off what?!” she replied. She realized that she was more angry than scared now. There was no honor in the man. ‘When did I start caring about honor?’ she wondered. She smiled slightly. ‘Maybe there’s more of Sadie in me than I thought.’

Vlad looked enraged. “If we cut off the power?”

“Then he’s just his normal self,” Grom said. “But we don’t know where they are. And Sadie’s already weakened.”

Vlad cocked an eyebrow. “How far away can the blood source be?”

“Not far. The connection grows weaker with distance.”

Vlad looked directly at the pavillion. “Has anyone seen his Blood Brood since this started?”

Grom stared. “Crap, that would be bad. He still has four of them, and all of them are at least two thousand years old. That’s a shitload of power!”

“Devlin!” the alpha wolf growled, looking around until he saw the young officer. “If they’re violating the rules of the challenge –”

“Then all bets are off. Solomon’s life is forfeit.”

“Doesn’t do us a lot of good if he kills Sadie anyway. Let everyone on both sides know what those marks mean!” he shouted at everyone nearby. “I’m going to go take out his Solomon’s food supply!”

Vlad’s nephew Todd stepped up. “I’m going with you,” he said. “Sadie’s more one of us than one of them anyway.”

“If you get killed, don’t tell your mother,” he said. But he was pleased with the young man. He’d be a great leader some day.

“I’m in too,” Ivan said.

Fitzpatrick stepped forward, pulling wands from under his belt. With that Irish accent, he said, “I’ll give them witches of ‘is somethin’ to worry ’bout.”

Several other wolves, goblins, and humans stepped forward. Sadie had a lot of friends.

Vlad looked at Grom. “You need to stay neutral. Get with the national guard and be ready to stop the riot.”

“What riot?”

“The one I’m going to start.” Vlad looked at Mel. “You in?”

She nodded. “In a bit. I think I know something that will help Sadie.” Then she vanished into the crowd, an evil gleam in her eye.

Inside the dome, the Blood Saint was furious beyond words. He knew that if anyone saw the symbols on his chest that he was a marked man. He hated this woman. Hell, he’d barely even liked her when she gave up her sex to him, but she’d been so vulnerable that he couldn’t resist himself.

“You bitch!” he screamed grabbing her by the throat and hurling her into the ground.Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

Eve was seeing stars and her throat ached. Hell, everything ached. She’d lost a lot of blood, and Solomon wasn’t even breathing hard.

“I’m going to relish ripping your heart out . . . again. I’ll sever your spine, and maybe show you the same gentle touch that Adam did.”

That did it. Sadie had been beaten up, betrayed, and would probably die, but she would not allow this pathetic creature to rape her. She thrust her leg out and kicked him in the testicles. Super-powered or not, that was going to hurt.

Solomon doubled over, grabbing the family jewels and cursing in a language that didn’t even exist anymore while Sadie backpedaled, trying to catch her breath.

Outside, Melissa was seeking out a very particularly quarry. If the other side was going to send in power, then so would she. Finally, she spotted who she was looking for. Rather, she spotted WHAT she was looking for.

Bart saw Melissa striding towards him, a hungry sway in her walk. She had accepted what she was, the daughter of a powerful vampire. She had taken on a sensual quality that few mortals could even approach.

He grinned. Eve might be off limits to him, but this little strumpet —

Bart didn’t even get the thought completed. Melissa pushed him against the dome and grabbed his head, yanking it to one side. For the first time in a long time, Bart was afraid. He was a pure demon but only from the fourth realm. Melissa was effectively the grandchild of the Lord of Blood, and she was so much stronger than he had imagined now. He should have picked his victims more carefully.

“You told Frost about what Sadie and I were doing,” Melissa hissed. “Terrence is dead because of you. And unfortunately for you,” she crooned, “so am I.” Then she plunged her fangs into his scaly neck and drank deep. She could feel his foul demonic desire rising in his pants, but she was unconcerned with his comfort or release. She just wanted his demonic blood. She drank in his power, and she felt . . . goddess-like. He was different than the human blood she had consumed from those little plastic bags. His life-force was pure energy, and it was energy that her creator needed.

Melissa dropped the prone body to the ground. She wasn’t sure he’d live. She was sure that she didn’t care. She stood against the dome, placing her hands on the humming wall of power. She felt her connection to Sadie, one much stronger than the older vampire had ever shared with Solomon. Sadie loved her and Melissa loved her back. Sadie had given Mel eternal life and introduced her to someone she could share that life with. It was time to pay her creator back, and she let her power flow through the channel that connected them.

“Drink of me,” Melissa said, feeling herself returning to her normal but still powerful self.

About that time, Vlad and his crew busted into Frost’s private security and the proverbial shit hit the fan. Bodies started flying everywhere, guns started going off, and the moon was filled with angry shouts and howling. Vlad was the first one into the pavilion. The remaining members of Solomon’s Blood Brood were sitting a circle of chairs and the were surrounded by witches who were chanting in low, powerful voices. Frost was there too, and he looked angry.

“Stop them!” he shouted at his remaining guards. “No, not you!” he said as one of the Blood Brood started to stand. “You need to save your strength for –” Frost was promptly speared in the gut by Vladimir Koloff, and the fight was on in earnest.

Back outside, Solomon had Sadie back on the ground. He had punched holes in bother her wings and broken her ankle, and all she could do was crawl.

“This time,” he muttered, realizing that he was beginning to feel a little tired for the first time, “I’ll make sure that you stay dead.” He raised one foot and brought it down on her neck . . . almost. She had caught his foot. “Just give up!” But when he saw her eyes, he knew that her quitting wasn’t likely to happen.