~HUNTER'S POV~
I can't help but to stare at the tall, muscular woman that stands before me.
Her long dark hair is blowing in the night breeze as she stares at me with her arms crossed. Her expression is
stern, but I can see the kindness shielded there. My guess is that she is a law enforcement officer, judging by
the badge she wears and the weapon she carries.
"Excuse me?" I ask innocently.
She looks me up and down and grins.
I look down at my clothes which are snug blue jeans and a black t-shirt. Nothing abnormal about my clothes.
What was she looking at?
She laughs as she watches my expression. Her laughter wasn't sarcastic or mean, but merely amused. She
looked over at Rocky and then back to me. "Are you two lost?"
"Lost?" Rocky asks lifting his eyebrow. "We are saved, not lost."
"Saved?" She asks as she looks at him funny.
I tried not to laugh. Really I did, but a grin slid across my face, followed by a snicker, then I was laughing so
hard, that I had to hold my side.
She giggled, then followed me into a fit of laughter.
"What?" Rocky asked confused, uncertain why they were laughing at him.
I look at him and I have to admit that Rocky does look cute when he's confused.
"My name is Chyna," she says smiling, extending her hand.
"Hunter," I say smiling, "and this is Rocky."
Rocky growls, his social skills not as polished as mine.
Chyna grins, "So, what's up?"
"Up?" Rocky asks as he looks upwards.
I slap him hard on the arm. "My friend doesn't get out very often," I say smiling.
"Chyna?" A young male voice calls out.
"Over here Christian," Chyna yells back.
I watch as a young blonde hair man dressed in all black comes to stand beside of her. "Don't you ever call for
backup?" Christian asks as he eyes us cautiously. "Who are they?"
"Hunter and Rocky," Chyna says amused. "This is my partner Christian," she says grinning as she pats the
top of her partners head.
I notice Rocky is staring intently at Christian.
"Christian?" Rocky mumbles.
I suddenly understand why Rocky is staring at him. I remember one of the cryptic notes written in the scroll.
"The chosen one will be named after a worthy mortal." I smile as I look at Christian and then Chyna, the
woman warrior. Looks like we found our chosen one.
~KANE'S POV~
I allow Page to lead me to the room that they have prepared for the claiming of my mate.
Chris whimpers as I finally allow him to stand. I grip his wrist tightly as I lead him along beside of me.
DDP holds a door open for us and I enter, forcing Chris to follow. The room is secluded and lit by hundreds of
candles. I smile as I look at the huge bed covered in red sheets.
I nod in approval to Page, who bows and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him, sealing us inside.
"NO!" Chris screamed as he ran to the door Page had just exited and banged on it, frantically searching for a
door knob. Finding none, he whirled around and faced me.
I licked my lips as I watched a tear roll down his face.
There was no escape. Didn't he know that?
His body trembled as I walked forward, standing in front of him, intimidating him with my size. I wiped the
tear away. "You can't fight destiny," I whisper as I gently lift him up and carry him to the bed.
~CHRIS' POV~
I've never felt so helpless before. So vulnerable. I know that I can't stop him. He's too big and powerful.
I shut my eyes. He may take my body, but he will never own my soul. I will never feel pleasure while I lay
with him.
"That's what you think," Kane growls.
I gasp in shock as I look into his eyes. I'm suddenly pushed backwards on my back. His large hands rip the
clothes from my body effortlessly.
I shiver as he looks down at my nakedness. I try to cover my privates, but his hand slaps mine away.
"Please," I beg as I look up him, unable to control the quivering of my bottom lip.
He chuckles as he stands and quickly undresses. I don't dare look at his bare flesh. He has nothing I want. I
close my eyes and start to quote verses from the bible. "Even though I walk through the valley of ........"
I jump as his mouth wraps around my cock, sucking hungrily.
I stifle the moan that threatens to escape my throat. I won't feel pleasure. I won't feel.......
I gasp as he slides one thick finger deep inside of me. No! I won't feel pleasure. My hips buck as he finds my
sweet spot.
"How did that feel?" he asks smirking as he removes his finger.
"Damn you," I hiss, trying to resist the fire building in my loins.
"I'm already damned," he chuckles as he strokes my cock to its full length, and then lifts my legs into the air.
He gently caresses my puckered opening with his finger.
I gasp as I realize that he is going to rape me dry. "No, please," I beg. I try to squirm away, but he grips my
hips holding me still.
"Mercy is for the weak," he whispers as he slowly pushes inside of me.
I scream. It hurts so much! He's tearing me apart! I beat at his massive chest with my fists, but it doesn't
phase him. I start to sob uncontrollably as he thrusts one last time and fully sheaths himself inside of me.
He pauses as he looks down at me. "Beautiful," he mumbles as he starts to thrust in and out of me.
I whimper as his pace increases. With each hard thrust, his cock brushes across my prostate causing my hips
to buck in pleasure. His large hand grips my cock, stroking it hard and fast in rhythm with his thrusts.
"Kane," I gasp unable to control my body as it arches up to meet each of his thrusts. I cry out as I come,
filling his hand with my seed.
I feel a sharp pain in my neck, along with a sickening sucking sound and I know what he's doing. He's drinking
my blood, but I'm too weak to resist him.
"No," I gasp, surprised that my voice is barely audible.
He pulls away from me and I feel the throbbing in my neck. He smiles down at me before leaning down and
licking at the puncture wounds.
I watch as he rips his wrist open with his fangs. When the first drop of blood touches my lips I ignore it, but
soon I'm opening my mouth and sucking feverishly.
Kane chuckles as he removes his wrist. "Enough," he growls.
I whimper as he starts to thrust into me harder and faster. He roars his release as I feel his incredibly warm
seed spurting deep inside of me.
"We are bonded little one. You will always be mine," he growls contentedly. "We are one."
~MARCUS' POV~
As I carry my mate back towards the grove, I stare down at him. He lost consciousness right after I jumped
over the balcony.
Unable to control my lust any longer, I look around for a suitable spot to bond with him. I find a clear spot
and lay him down.
Gently, I unwrap the cape from around his shivering body. He's so beautiful and helpless.
~ADAM'S POV~
As my eyes slowly flutter open, I look up at him. He is smiling down at me. The smile sends shivers down my
spine. I know what is expected of me. I'm suppose to be his mate. I'm suppose to surrender to him.
"On your hands and knees," Marcus growls.
I start to disobey, but I realize that I don't have a choice.
He caresses my hips as I maneuver around. "Beautiful," he growls lustfully.
I whimper as I feel him position himself behind me, gripping my hips, holding me in place.
I feel him closing in on my back and I wait for the pain that I know will follow penetration.
I feel the head of his cock slowly push into me. I gasp, biting my bottom lip.
"Tight," Marcus growls in pleasure as he continues to push inside me.
I want to beg. I want to scream, but I won't give him that pleasure of hearing my scream of pain.
"Really?" Marcus asks.
I frown as I realize that he had just read my thoughts. A scream tears from my throat as he rams into me
hard, aiming for my prostate each time.
I continue to scream as he grabs my cock and starts to stroke it hard and fast.
"Come for me Adam. Come for your master," he growls.
I want to resist, but can't. I whimper as my release fills his hand.
He chuckles as he brings it up to his mouth tasting me. "Sweet," he says grinning as he closes in closer to my
back, brushing my hair away from my neck as he begins to suck on it.
My eyes pop open as I feel a sharp pain in neck. I realize in horror that he's feeding from me. I try to pull
away, but his teeth are buried deep as well as his cock.
I whimper as I become weaker and weaker. He is making a loud sucking noise as he holds me in his iron grip.
He roars as he fills me with his seed, his hips grinding as he thrusts hard, claiming me.
My head is spinning and I can't keep my eyes open. I fall face first onto the cape. He's shaking me. Cursing
himself for drinking too much of my blood.
"Adam, drink!" He screams panicky as he holds his bleeding wrist to my pale lips.
