The Brethren Of Tavish [Vampire Coven Book 1] Read Online Free PDF

beast’s head in his
hands.
    Again the bear snorted off a series of grunts
and growls no one understood but Tavish. Hurry Master.
    Tavish nodded. He trusted Ursus’ scent
abilities. It didn’t take him long to maneuver the slick ice, hovering just
above it. Undeniably the human must have fallen in her haste to run and had become
trapped. The thick tunnel dropped almost straight down. Before long he heard
the heartbeat, though the sound was faint and he could sense very little
warmth. The human behind the ice wall was dying. Tavish smashed through the
barricade.
    Oh no you don’t, I
deserve something for my trouble, female.
    A sodden ball of pitiful fur lay in a crumpled
heap and for a moment, Tavish thought he was looking at a small hybrid bear
cub. For a fleeting second, his thoughts traveled back in time over thousands
of years ago to a female cub that had lost its life and helped forge the
friendship of loss between Tavish and its mother. The ball of fur moaned, it
whimpered a word, calling for her mother. She was human and she sounded young.
    Tavish grabbed the back of the furry human and
turned her over. The water she had fallen in had frozen to her outer parka. She
was half ice-covered. She looked like she had no hands. Curious Tavish pulled
at her sleeves. Her hands were bare and tucked inside. For some reason she wore
no mittens. Frostbite was starting. The female wouldn’t last long. Tavish
didn’t have much area to maneuver so he hovered while dragging her behind him.
She was heavier than he expected, paltry still, but he assumed it was the layer
of frozen, sodden ice.
    When Tavish emerged he scooped her up and
muscled his way past his curious men into the main living area. Ursus made a
painful grunt and Tavish knew the bundle of fur in his arms brought back
memories for the polar bear too. After a quick glance around, Tavish grabbed
dry furs that sat by the still simmering fire. He began tearing off the
female’s clothing. Tavish heard the approving whistles and mutters of his men
when the young woman lay nude before them. She was stunning. Her long, wet,
pale white hair hung well past her shoulders. Her cold skin was sleek as
porcelain and satiny soft. She was of slim waist with a rounded rather plump,
in a delectable way, behind. Slightly wide hips, perfect for breeding. Her
breasts were high, voluptuous and firm and would nourish a child, many
children, well.
    The woman’s throat, her beautiful luscious
ivory throat was so damned tempting. Tavish could feel his long fangs ache to
burry inside her. Her gorgeous legs had creamy thighs to her mound he longed to
ravish. Tavish couldn’t resist. A careful finger eased gently into her wet
heat, probing and Tavish shuddered. She was a virgin. His prize was an
innocent. Tavish could feel his eyes cloud and was soon enjoying the look of
her lithe body through black-and-white sight. Every part of him burned for her.
The irregular black-and-white color blindness defined every part of her pale
flesh, helping him focus as his gaze filled with her sight.
    Ursus came over and nudged Tavish as he
continued to simply bask in the beauty of the woman in his arms. The bear
grunted disapprovingly. Tavish nodded and wiped his hand down over his face,
regaining some control. He blinked rapidly. The bear had reminded him the woman
was already freezing, the heated stares of him and his men wouldn’t warm her.
Tavish tucked the warm fur blanket around his prize, and then another. He
planned on breeding her, but perhaps not yet. This was the first woman to stir
his loins in a long time. Her white-blond hair and vulnerability reminded him
of his first and dearest friend.
    Ursus bumped him again. “I know, my friend. I
will tend to her,” Tavish said in a barely audible whisper. He gave his head a
shake. The site of the woman’s pale white hair bothered Ursus. Her hybrid cub
had been female but brown. This little female was as pale as Ursus, if wrapped in
a white fur she would