Gripping Blus bare shoulder, Creed pulled her to him and captured her soft lips against his mouth. She mumbled a protest.
He kissed her harder.
The kiss was not at all distasteful, as he had imagined. Much better than most kisses, actually. And her efforts to push him away only fired his desire to pull her closer. To mark her before all, so they would know she was his.
Only when his fangs descended, and he feared accidentally cutting her, did he relent.
Yet he could use this moment. And he did.
Fangs bared, and wicked smile growing, Creed turned in triumph to the cheering crowd.
Chapter Two
AS THEY ARRIVED at the end of the aisle, Creed felt Blu slip away from his side. He let her go. There were more important things to do right now.
He would always have more pressing matters than tending to a wife.
You did it, man!
He received a congratulatory handshake from Alexandre and manly busses to both his cheeks.
By did it, you mean jumped off a high cliff and am now free-falling to my death?
Close, Im sure. But whats up with the chicks hair?
Shes young, Creed tried.
It was more a consolation than an excuse for her. Young and alarmingly sexy, she embodied vitality. Creed had felt truly ancient standing next to her.
Hed been transformed to vampire when he was a mere twenty-seven years old. He still looked it. Okay, so perhaps a handsome thirtysomething. But there were days Creed felt every one of his centuries like a weight upon his mind, shoulders and flesh.
Her youth will serve you well, Alexandre said on a sly whisper. The younger ones are the most open to trying new things.
His second in command winked.
New things, Creed muttered. Could this old vampire be taught new tricks? Without the innate need to simply steal them?
He hoped the werewolf could get beyond the naiveté of such youth. If she were to be his wife, she must be able to relate to him on an intellectual level. He would not babysit for a spoiled princess.
Lord Saint-Pierre. A tall, gangly gentleman with gray hair and veiny hands stepped forward. The pinstriped suit reminded Creed of a gangster, but the gentlemans hooded eyes exuded genuine warmth.
Creed slipped his hand into Amandus Mastersons. Though his new wife was called a princess, the father was not considered a king, merely the alpha, or leader of the pack. So he addressed him accordingly. Principal Masterson, I am honored.
You should be. My daughter is a prize, in more ways than mere beauty.
I understand. She is a rarity. You have my promise I will protect and respect her.
The pack leader nodded acceptance. It would be foolish of me to ignore the fact shes a feisty one. Shes a mind of her own, and is very stubborn. That awful hair.
Shes lovely. I can only hope to win her admiration.
You say all the right things, Lord Saint-Pierre.
Indeed, he did.
Now, lets go have a drink with the Council and get the final negotiations settled. The marriage contract must be signed.
It would be a pleasure. Yes, like pounding a nail into his coffin. After you.
THE COUNCIL had gathered in a small room off the main ballroom. The dull lighting blended the red carpet into the red-arabesque-papered walls, and cast a sickly sheen upon flesh, yet Creed could make out faces with ease.
Vampires were considered the Dark by witches. They, in turn, had labeled themselves the Light. Werewolves landed somewhere in the middle, depending on who was doing the labeling. It was all rather superfluous, Creed felt. He had no need for labels.
At least three vampires currently served on the Council. Creed had been asked decades ago to serve, but at the time had no desire to involve himself in the politics of the Light and Dark nations.
Yet here he stood, at the center of the most political move the vampires and werewolves had made in centuries.
A faery, a demon, two witches and a selkie rounded out tonights Council representatives. Depending where the meetings were held across the world, various members showed in different numbers. The Council was about fifty members strong, and new members were only inducted when a previous one had died.
Their mission was simple: to keep the peace among the paranormal nations. The key purpose was to keep mortals in the dark. Mortals did not believe in the myths and legends their books and movies touted. And that was the way it must remain. The Council went to great lengths to keep that silence, yet they rarely interfered violently.
Some days Creed wondered if violence were not the only way to make the opposition see the point. He had never subscribed to the whole violence begets more violence theory. A good bloodbath tended to weed out the weak and make the strong rethink their motives.
Or so he had learned earlier in the past millennium.
Dont forget your vow, he reminded himself. Atonement, remember?
He shook Nikolaus Drakes hand. Taller than Creed by half a head, the Kila tribe leaders bald scalp advertised a havoc of twisting black tribal tattoos. He was the gentlest vampire Creed knew. A former brain surgeon, if rumor held truth.
Drake was also a vampire who had magic himself, though it had been obtained by a witch during the Protection, which made his powers much weaker than Creeds.
Nikolaus was liked by most, and Creed figured it was because hed only been a vampire for three decades. He still retained much of his human morality.
Creed had morals. It was just harder to recognize them as the centuries stretched them further from immediate access.
Drake, he said. I understand theres paperwork and such to sign.
Yes, the marriage contract is right over here. He directed Creed to a rosewood table and handed him a pen. The princess signed it before the ceremony. This is a good thing youre doing, Saint-Pierre. I think itll go a long way toward enacting the peace amongst the nations.
I sure as hell hope so. He scribbled his name at the bottom of the first page that was marked with a yellow highlighter. There were two more pages to sign. I would have loved to be a fly on the wall when the Council decided this was the way to solve the unrest.
Nikolaus chuckled and leaned in close to Creed, putting his palms to the desk and shadowing the papers. You will do us proud, yes?
The vampires had a lot riding on this marriage. They expected the sporting warehousesa bane to the vampires existencewould be shut down upon the werewolves acceptance of their enemy.
Creed desired that, too, beyond any other good thing that should come of this.
I always give any task my all, he reassured him. Straightening, he again shook Drakes hand. Has Principal Masterson handed over the same olive branch?
He has. Hes hopeful for the results. Which can only be measured by the princess taking your bite.
Creed lifted his brows and sighed. Biting a dog was not tops on his list. But the kiss had gone over well, so he wouldnt rule anything out.
Amandus Masterson joined them and said, And what exactly is the sacrifice the vampires are making that is equal to my daughter being bitten?
Both Creed and Nikolaus silently summed up the pack leader. The old wolf had once been known to ruthlessly retaliate against those hed marked as his enemies. Hed aged and grown gentler, though the jury was still out on whether or not hed embraced wisdom.
Both Creed and Nikolaus silently summed up the pack leader. The old wolf had once been known to ruthlessly retaliate against those hed marked as his enemies. Hed aged and grown gentler, though the jury was still out on whether or not hed embraced wisdom.
The Northern pack did not engage in the sport that saw vampires tortured relentlessly and then caged to perform for the wolves until one was literally sucked to an agonizing death. But there was something about the old man that put Creed off.
What sort of man would offer up his only daughter as Amandus had?
The mere fact I allow your daughter into my home, my very life, Creed said, is a sacrifice you cannot begin to understand, Principal Masterson.
Yet even as he said it, it felt like an excuse.
What, indeed, was his sacrifice? The wolves assumed the vampires were offering up their eldest and most revered. That was true.
Doesnt seem balanced, Amandus muttered.
The Council approved the terms a week ago, Drake explained. If you had a disagreement you should have spoken then.
As should have the werewolf representative on the Council, Stephen Severo. Creed was aware he showed up irregularly at Council meetings, and wasnt even sure the wolf had been part of the agreeing quorum.
You mustnt feel you are being cheated, Principal Masterson, Drake continued. What your daughter is doing will have a resounding effect upon the nations of Light and Dark for centuries to come. Im proud of your sacrifice.
The old man nodded and, slapping both arms across his chest, nodded toward another wolf in the room, and wandered off.
Youre very good at that, Creed said to Drake.
Smoothing over the differences?
Actually, I was going to say bullshitting, but I suppose your explanation is better. So Im off to find the new wife. Any words of wisdom before I do?
My wife used to be my enemy, Drake said. Shes taught me not to judge a person from the outside. Our hearts can be more alike than different.
Creed nodded and smiled. It sounded good in theory. But Drake wasnt the one taking a dog home with him tonight.
BLU SHOVED AWAY the chocolate martini Bree tried to get her to drink. For later, Bree had coaxed, when your husband tries to bring you to his bed.
She didnt need a loosen-up drink. Bed is the last place Ill follow that vampire tonight. Ugh. Do you think he sleeps in a coffin?
Shed heard some longtooths engaged in the practice, though it was unnecessary to their survival. The novelty, or something stupid like that, was their reasoning.
No coffins, sweetie. Dont think things like that.
Thanks. Call me soon, okay?
Blu did her best to control a tear when hugging Bree goodbye. A stroke of her friends wings showed her love and gratitude.
Outside the back door was where the vampire had said hed drive up to get her after hed spoken with the Council. Blu shrugged a palm up her arm, but before she could wonder if the shiver was from the cool breeze or nerves, she squeaked at the hard pinch to her upper arm. Spun about, she stifled a defensive scream at the sight of her lover.
Ryan, what are you doing here? Shadowed by his overwhelming bulk, he still held her tightly. She struggled, but that only made his grip go tighter. Normally she wouldnt react defensively, but tonight was not a normal night. Father said you were not to come near this place. You risk too much.
I had to see you, Blu. Ive been kicking the wall all day thinking about you and that longtooth in the same room together. Promise me you wont share his bed.
When he released her, the pinch at her shoulder stung. He was never aware of his strength, and always went too far.
Its an easy promise. She leaned in and kissed him quick on the mouth, but he grabbed her by the neck and forced the kiss longer, harder. She mumbled against his mouth and pushed his chest, forcing him to the wall. Thats enough. I dont want to mess up my makeup and have the vampire suspect. Get out of here. Now. Before he sees you.
Maybe I want him to see me.
Ryan.
Fine. Im gone. He toyed his fingers along the ends of her green hair. But dont forget the sacrifice Im making for you, Blu. Soon itll just be the two of us.
She gave him a small smile and nodded. Tugging her wig back into place, she kept her back to him as he loped off down the alley.
In theory his plan sounded too good to be true. But it was all she had to hope for, so she subscribed to Ryans plan for her freedom. For now.
A black BMW 7 Series pulled up from the opposite direction Ryan had left. No streamers or shaving cream announcing the newlyweds decorated the classy vehicle. Thank the goddess. The vampire lord stepped out and opened the passenger door for her.
Blu stood clutching her arm where Ryan had squeezed her and took in Lord Saint-Pierre. About as tall as Ryan, which put him a head taller than her, yet more lithe, not so bulky. Streamlined muscle did stretch beneath the fancy suit. Charcoal hair spilled onto his shoulders. She liked dark hair on men, but not vampires.
She did not like vampires. And that was all that mattered. He may be the most handsome and stylish man for miles around, and still he would not turn her head.
Sliding inside the car, Blu did take note of his manners. No man had ever held the door for her. It wasnt entirely offensive.
They drove in silence for what seemed forever. Away from the rush of the ceremony and in the quiet confines of the BMW, Blu moved her hands up her bare arms, mining for warmth. The air-conditioning blasted.
What to say to ones new husband whom shed known less than ten minutes?
Turn that down, she blurted. You want an ice cube for a wife?
Sorry. He grimaced. Flicked the control knob to Off.
More miles of quiet followed. Creed tapped the steering wheel, but didnt offer conversation. The radio was not on, which Blu would have preferred, and the interior was soundproofed from outside noises.
Blu could not stand uncomfortable silences. Life was to be lived, loud, proud and wild. Up all night, sleep all day was her motto.
But now she appreciated the sharp silence.
Never mind he was her husband. Her vampire husband. That creeped her out on so many levels.
How to converse with someone she had no interest in?
She tangled her fingers in the glossy strands of her wig. Maybe ask him how he dared to kiss her like that in front of everyone? So brazen. So freakin dominant. Hadnt she suffered the alpha males enough? This little foray was supposed to be a vacation away from all the testosterone she literally breathed daily living at the pack compound.
Thinking of testosterone
She could still taste the vampire on her mouth. It wasnt like bloodshe wouldnt know that tastebut it wasnt like her lovers taste either. This taste was different. In ways that shouldnt intrigue her but did.
You spoke to my father, she stated. Okay, so the silence was beginning to grate on her.
Principal Masterson is a fine man. The leader of the Northern pack?
Since Severo stepped down. She looked out the window. Raindrops spattered the glass.
Severo. The former principal of the Northern pack who had stepped down to become a lone wolf. Hed married a vampire last year. He had been the one to suggest this idea to the Council and to encourage her father to put her hand in for this ridiculous scam.