Chapter 140

“Xander?” Ciara was shivering with fear. Something was wrong, she saw it in the snap of Xander’s back and the flash in his eyes. Xander moved to her side, shadows played across his handsome face. “I’m so sorry Agapeemenee but all will be well soon.” As if in slow motion he coaxed her towards the huge table. Lifting her gently he settled her onto the dark, cold wood.

“What’s happening?” Ciara’s wide eyes rested on each face but the feral hunger carved on them sent her in search of another, gentle, understanding face. There were none.

He pushed gently against her shoulders, as her back hit the cold wood, he lifted the heavy curls sweeping them side ways, exposing her neck.

“Xander?!” her panic spurred the vampires into motion and the unanimous growls rumbled across the room. She was going to die tonight! A gentle hand brushed her throat. Her world closed in as she was surrounded by vampires glaring down at her.

“Be still child. I will not harm you. Turn your head that way...that’s it. Try and slow your heartbeat it will ease the blood coming from your vein...” with each stroke of his hand she felt her heart slowing down. “That’s better...”

His voice brushed the shell of her ear, he was so close. Ciara’s limbs felt heavy, her body swooned into the abyss, she felt weightless.

She felt Xander’s hands stroking her shoulders, his soft mumbling flowed over her.

The crunch of fangs slicing through skin threw the room into complete silence and all senses were focused on the Elder’s reaction to the taste of the Enepsigos’ blood. Ciara’s cries and violent jerks excited the crowding vampires and Xander bowed lower.

“Please Meli be still. It will be over soon.” Her eyelids peeled back focusing on the eyes so close to hers. Pain and fear were evident in the irises. “I hate you.”

The Elder reared from her.

“Such heated words cloud the sweetness in your blood Glykó ángelos. You should honor your mate. Its not easy for a male to give permission to any anyone to taste his mate tou (mate’s) blood.” He turned his attention to Xander.

“Eínai prágmati énas áxios sýntrofos Tha gymná sas ischyrí̱, antáxia to̱n kli̱ronómo̱n. (She is indeed a worthy mate. She will bear you strong, worthy heirs.)” Pride shone in Xander’s eyes and his hands tightened on her shoulders.

The elder flicked his wrist, signaling to the rest of the awaiting males.

“Prochó̱ri̱se ómo̱s na proséxoume na mi̱n ti̱n peiráxeis. To aíma sas goústo prépei na eínai eláchistes. Eínai adýnami̱ apó ti̱ diatrofí̱ den eínai arketí̱ apó ti̱ sýntrofó ti̱s. Tha prépei na párete ti̱n kalýteri̱ prosochí̱ to̱n gynaikó̱n sas. O chrónos ti̱s eínai kontá. Tha prépei na diagrápsete to áro̱ma to̱n proi̱goúmeno̱n sýntrofos ti̱s apó to dérma ti̱s. Xérete o mónos trópos gia na diasfalisteí eínai na syncho̱néf̱sei to só̱ma sas me to dikó ti̱s.

(Proceed but take care not to hurt her. The blood you taste must be minimal. She is weak from not feeding enough from her mate. You must take better care of your female. Her time is near. You need to erase the scent of her previous mate from her skin. You know the only way to ensure it is to merge your body with hers.)”

Xander bowed again. “Yes my lord. I will do as you request.”

As the Elder’s amber eyes brushed over the clan of vampires, the vampire with the fierce emerald eyes took Ciara’s wrist in his hand bringing it closer to his lips. His lips peeled back and Ciara whimpered pitifully. He growled as her blood spill over his tongue, pacing himself he swallowed quickly, closing the wound, he stepped back, bowing respectfully at Xander and Ciara.

Ciara felt a brush at the other side of her neck, a pressure against her jaw turned her head away, exposing a new patch of skin. She didn’t see the vampire that stooped towards her but his bite was quick and harsh.

Ciara closed her eyes and accepted her fate. She could feel her strength drain from her with each strong draw from her veins. Each vampire took from another vein on her body, no one tasted where the previous vampire had tasted before.

Ciara lost track of time and when the last vampire stepped back from her slack body she didn’t even tried to open her eyes, she didn’t care.

“Párte to taíri sas se kampínes sas. Chreiázetai anápaf̱si̱ ti̱s. Tha kalésete éna télos se af̱tí̱ ti̱ synedríasi̱. (Take your mate to your sleeping quarters. She needs her rest. We will call an end to this meeting.)”

Someone lifted her hand and planted a slight kiss on the back of it. Other lips followed accompanied with a soft “Sas ef̱charistó̱ Ciara, mate tou Zánter. (Thank you Ciara, mate of Xander.)” She didn’t know what they were saying and she didn’t care.

One by one they left the room, a swirl of cold enveloped her and Ciara shivered. Strong arms pulled her from the table into a welcoming warmth. By the time they’ve reached the room her teeth were chattering.

“Lets get you into bed, mikroúla ( little one.) You’ve made me so proud tonight.”

She winched as he laid her on the bed. Her body was covered with dark angry marks, marks where the vampires had tasted her blood.

“I’m sorry for hurting you, agápi̱ tou orycheíou ( love of mine) but it could have ended so much worse for you.”

Ciara pulled from him. She didn’t have the strength to throw him out of her room but she didn’t have to listen to him.

“Don’t pull away from me Ciara.”

“Don’t touch me.”

His hand cut into her bicep, yanking her sharply, she flipped her onto her back.

“I will not tolerate your obstinacy any longer.”

He trapped her between his hard body and the mattress. The hunger in his eyes was menacing.

Her body jack knifed underneath him, exciting him even more. Her clothes were taken from her with blinding speed. Her naked curves were splayed before his hungry stare.

“I hate you.”

“Dont say things you might regret later my little,gáta kólasi̱ (hell cat).”

“The only thing I regret was ever speaking to you.” He lowered to kiss her but she whipped her head away. She could feel her strength drain from her with every twitch.

“You’re getting tired Ciara. Have you forgotten what you were dealing with?” Grabbing both her wrists with a strong hand, he grabbed hold of her chin.

His lips crushed her own. Ciara’s body slackened, giving him a false sense of security. His kiss deepened, his erection bit lustily into her hip.

Ciara’s lips peeled back, her teeth clamped onto his bottom lip and she bit down as hard as she could. His hiss shuddered through her and when she tasted his blood she pulled back.

“You can’t hurt me you witch. You drew my blood? You’re going to taste my blood… all of it.” He kept her head still, lowering his mouth, he forced her to taste his blood as it streamed down into her mouth. She refused to swallow but as it pooled in her mouth she was forced to swallow or risk suffocating.