The blood fae were here and they circled her like a predator did with wounded prey, pulling down the cloth that covered their faces. Long sharp fangs hissed into the night, practically salivating at the call of her blood, the wild thumping of her pulse, the erratic thunder of her heart.
Breathing heavily, Talgira harnessed the wind from her gasping breath, sending more than one of them sprawling backwards from the gale forces that did not stop as she heaved the last of her energy into it. Talgira may have once been a powerful seer but she was an elemental fae first, an extremely talented air elemental.
Her power was immediately cut off when fangs pierced her through the leathers and I screamed internally at the sharp pain, just above where the Sanguine had wrapped around her ankle. Kicking out she snarled, her free foot smashing directly into the blood sucking leech, smashing his face in.
Free again, she clawed at the long grasses, their roots shearing from the earth and giving way, spraying her with dirt, its rich taste budding on my tongue from her open mouthed gasps as she crawled sideways on one arm, the still babe protected.
Then a sharp crack rented the night and she screamed through gritted teeth. The sound rattling my ears just as her upper thigh bone splintered under the force of a heavy booted foot slamming down on her—-pinning and immobilizing Talgira to the earth with one simple move.
A handsomeface with sharp chiseled features, deep set red eyes, and shaggy hair cropped around his face crouched down in front of her.
At the sight of him, her loathing was my loathing, even though I had never seen this fae before.
Pulling back the sweaty matted silver hair stuck to the salted tears on Talgira’s face, his fangs flashed brightly against his dark brown skin. "Hello Talgira." Thickly accented and dark, his eyes flashed as his nail scraped down the tear stained path of her cheeks.
The touch like a cut against my own flesh.
"Melor." Tagira’s pain was unbearable and his name came out broken from her lips.
Running a black fingertip over them, he grinned, licking at his fang. "You remember me."
She glared, jerking away from him repulsively. "Even if I wanted to forget…there is no denying you are my grandson's father and my daughter’s mate."
Melor ground his boot in harder, splintering the fractured bone more beneath his powerful strength. Talgira bit down hard on her cheek, the taste of her own metallic blood strong.
I was amazed at her strength, because despite the pain Talgira experienced, she still held her precious bundle lightly—protected.
A harsh grip reared her head closer to Melor’s face, tongue licking at the saliva dripping from his fangs. "I forget how much you look like her," he purred silkily, his other hand running up the curve of her hip forming bile Talgira’s mouth. "Perhaps we should play before I drain you dry." Wrenching back her head further, soft silver strands breaking in his rough grip, he leaned in, sniffing the smooth curve of her neck, his tongue flicking over the erratic beat of her pulse. "I can control your blood," he whispered and I could feel his cold lips smile on her skin when a throbbing started between her legs, "I can make you like it, cuming hard all over my cock while I fuck the life out of you."
Talgira laughed through bloodied lips where the skin had broken from holding back her cries of pain. The taste welcoming to the sour bile threatening to spew from her gut. "What a fae…no game of your own so you cheat to dip your prick."
He chuckled darkly, his fangs biting at her skin. "Perhaps, but never did for that sweet sweet cunt of your daughter’s. She spread her legs anytime I told her to. I wonder..." The throbbing intensified as hecontrolled the blood flow straight to her core. "Do you scream like her?"
Biting her lip again to hold back her cry, she drove her fractured leg straight upwards, forcing him to shove her down even harder, the sweet pain flooding all her senses and driving away the sexual desire he manipulated through her blood.
Thank the goddess for that.
Pulling back, his red eyes flared with annoyance. "Clever," he cooed, then his eyes fell on the small bundle still wrapped in Talgira’s arm.
"Give the child to me, and I will do as promised. Fuck you into your death while you give me that sweet vitalizing blood. No one else will touch you."
On cue the other blood fae she had dispelled with her air, formed another circle around her, smiling with delight.
Talgira held tighter to the little one. "No. You will never have him alive." Blood splattered outwards across his dark brown skin from the forceful vehemence in her tone. "Necare!"
The ancient fae command to kill.
Melor had been so wrapped up in his own selfish desires, he had failed to realize this whole time that the blood had stopped flowing in the tiny babe’s body minutes ago.
"He wanted our little Ikelos for nothing but pure greed. A powerful seer blood fae hybrid to turn the war." Talgira whispered in my mind while Melor roared above her, backhanding her face into the ground.
I hissed internally at the blow.
Crying out in protest, he ripped the lifeless infant from her arms, unwrapping him in a vicious manner, ripping the soft blankets with snarls until he stilled, staring down at the pale cold form of the lifeless infant.
Snapping his eyes down at Talgira with pure malice, blood began to simmer hotly through her veins as he forced her to her feet like a puppet, her leg bent unnaturally sideways, her face only coming halfway to his chest.
If I had a voice to scream from, I would have been.
