The Rise of Vlad (The Seeker Series Book 3) Read Free

her neck to her mocha-colored breasts rising and falling with every breath she took.
    She was a shifter, the worst form of scum to ever grace the earth. A dog that walked around on all fours, prowling the night like the mangy mutts they were. And he’d saved her life.
    Vlad hadn’t realized he’d moved until his knees touched the side of the mattress. He peered down at the sleeping shifter now healing in his bed. And his cock stirred to life once again.
    Anger slammed into him with a force that was staggering. How could his body betray him for a shifter? His natural-born enemy?
    Too intrigued to move, Vlad stared in amazement at the evidence of his now rising lust. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d had an erection, yet here he stood, with a throbbing hard-on for the alpha of the damn Kiana clan.

Chapter Four
     
    Voices penetrated Nita’s sleep-fogged brain, pulling her out of the nightmare she couldn’t seem to escape.
    She’d been shot and carried through the woods to Castle Dracula, by Vlad himself. His scent had seduced her, drew her in against her will.
    How could that be? There was nothing about a cold, evil bloodsucker that Nita found enticing. Nothing. So why was the juncture of her thighs wet and throbbing?
    Her eyes slowly fluttered open, revealing the reality of her so-called dream. Tall, Dark, and Repulsive stood a few feet from her, speaking softly to Angel.
    “You’re awake.” Angel greeted her, breaking away from Vlad to sit next to her on the bed. “How are you feeling?”
    Nita squinted up at him for a moment before jerking her gaze to her sheet-covered body. “Where are my clothes?”
    “You weren’t wearing any when I found you,” Vlad piped in with a raised eyebrow.
    Memory came flooding back with a vengeance. The trap, the burn of the bullet as it entered her shoulder. The blood…
    “You son of a bitch,” Nita snarled, the amber color of her eyes swirling with iridescent white. “I’ll kill you for this.”
    The humor that sparked in Vlad’s eyes, barely visible beneath his cloak, only pissed her off more. She moved to throw back the sheet, but remembered her naked state.
    “Easy,” Angel urged her, gently pushing her back against the pillow. “Ember is bringing you some clothes momentarily.” He glanced toward her shoulder. “May I?”
    Nita grudgingly nodded. “Only if he leaves the room.”
    “Well, since it is his room,” Angel stressed. “I doubt he’ll be going anywhere.”
    Turning her face away from the object of her disdain, Nita took a deep breath in anticipation of the pain that would come from removing the bandage.
    Angel removed the blood-soaked dressing with infinite care. “It’s almost completely healed.”
    “Vampire blood has its good points,” Vlad remarked, sending Nita into another round of rage.
    “Screw you and your tainted blood,” she seethed, bringing her gaze back to his. “I never asked you for your precious offering, so you can go fuck yourself.”
    A chuckle escaped Vlad, making him appear almost human.
    Nita ground her teeth in fury. “Do I amuse you, Dracula?”
    “Oddly enough, you do,” he responded, pushing back the hood of his cloak to reveal his pale, chiseled face.
    “Well, I find nothing funny about any of this. I came here to help your demon-spawned ass, and this is how I’m repaid?”
    Vlad’s pale blue eyes became hooded. “You will be as good as new momentarily and able to go back to your pack of mutts without a scratch visible.”
    “It’s not my injuries that concern me. You think they won’t scent your blood in me? I’ll be challenged immediately, or cast out at the very least.”
    Angel quickly intervened. “You said you came here to help?”
    Nita’s gaze softened as she met Angel’s moss-green one. “Yes. Since arriving back in Anchorage, I’ve had my feelers out on anything to do with the Seeker Society. I met with one of them about a week ago, and—”
    “Wait,” Angel interrupted. “You