Blood at Stake (Warriors of the Krieger Book 2) Read Online Free PDF

turned my face
toward his. Those beautiful emerald eyes, tinged with a hint of red
from his desire, stared into mine, like he was trying to find my
soul.
    The moment he took my lips, I felt his cock
start to swell and his seed released inside me, causing another
orgasm to ignite deep within my body. He swallowed my cry of
release with his expert mouth. He didn’t stop until he was sated,
and I was weak from my release.
    We fell to the side and Ashby pulled me
flush against his chest. He didn’t speak, only traced the curve of
my hip with the tip of his calloused finger. I didn’t know what to
say or even what to do at the moment. We fucked like rabid animals,
and I smiled into the barely lit room as I felt the delicious ache
radiate through my sex.
    I couldn’t sense anything, other than
contentment, coming from him, so I didn’t break the spell we were
under by saying something stupid, or cheesy. I let him hold me.
    For however long that would be was up to
him.
     

Chapter 4

    Ashby
     
    I took her like a dog takes a bitch in heat
and if it wasn’t for the sated vibe that was coming off of Lydia,
I’d have felt like the sickest of bastards.
    “I’m sorry,” I admitted and pulled her so
that we were facing each other. Her soft auburn hair was mussed
from the battle we’d had on my bed, but damn she looked sexy as
hell. This woman was so petite, and I treated her like she wasn’t
the most fragile, porcelain doll in the shop.
    “Never be sorry for that ,” she
sighed, dreamily. Her scent was everywhere, and I made a mental
note to tell the maids not to change my bedding for at least a
month.
    “Are you sore?” I whispered, kissing the
skin on top of her shoulder.
    “Deliciously so,” she sighed. “I really need
to be going. I have to check on the club.” She removed herself from
my hold, and I watched as she floated over to where my Krieger shirt was discarded.
    “I can have some clothes brought to you,” I
said, standing up and pulling on my jeans.
    “Thank you,” she smiled and moved her hair
off to one side.
    The spot where I’d drank from her had not
been closed off and two tiny beads of red welled up on her neck. I
reached out and pulled her to me. Leaning down, I licked over the
wound and watched it close before letting her go.
    “I’ll take you over to the club,” I said,
after she was dressed in my shirt. She was so small that the hem
touched her knees, and my chest swelled with male pride at seeing
her in my clothes. “Your car is at your place. I’ll come get you
and take you to your house whenever you are ready.”
    “That would be nice,” she said, as she took
a seat on my bed. “Thank you for everything.”
    I nodded and pulled out my phone, calling
down to the servants to give them orders to bring her some clothes
to my house that was located outside the mansion. They arrived
swiftly, and I left her to shower and dress in the bathroom that
was attached to my bedroom.
    Once she was dressed in a pair of jeans and
a simple white t-shirt, we left my home. I was thankful they had a
bra in her size, because I wouldn’t have left her at that club
alone looking like she did.
    When I pulled her up to the back of Nights , I noticed she looked around the area nervously…like
she was waiting to be ambushed again. The idea of those men
touching her caused panic to well up in my chest, and I had to bite
back a snarl of rage at what had been done to her.
    “I have a patrol watching the club,” I
admitted, turning in my seat to look directly at the beautiful
woman beside me. “You’re going to be safe. I want you to call me if
you have any problems.”
    “Okay,” she said softly, but I wasn’t
fooled. Lydia was scared.
    “Do you want me to stay?” I asked.
    “No,” she sighed and shook her head,
determined not to look weak.
    “All you have to do is say the word, doll,”
I smiled and took her hands into mine. Her tiny fists were balled
up tightly, and I used my thumb to rub the back