Captured By A Ruthless Vampire King
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Cyrus POV.

The hunter reaches his arm out for his charge to take as I pace back in fourth in attempt to calm myself down.

My vision is now bleeding fifty shades of red. Fifty fucking shades.

To say that I’m pissed would be an understatement. I’m beyond infuriated.

“What did you just say to me,” hisses my more demonic side. We couldn’t have possibly heard the hunter correctly. That’s it.

I must have imagined what he said.... I can’t even repeat those foul words that just came out of his mouth, nor could I even begin to process that bullshit.

“Answer me,” I roar so loudly. The concrete floor underneath me feels like it’s shaking. Yup, I’m losing it.

The hunter eyes now host a wicked glint of pure amusement. The little fuck know’s that he has hit a nerve. He better tread lightly or shit will most certainly get real, very real. In fact, the hunter is about to be informed how real shit is about to get.

With that thought in mind, I push my monster to the back of my mind and crouch down directly beside him.

The Hunter places his charge behind his back as if that’s going to protect her from me.

How pathetic! He can’t save anyone. The fool can’t even save himself....

“You know my good friend Luscious right,” I question him, and he remains quiet as expected but that’s okay. He will have a lot to say once he hears what I have to say. Trust me!

“Yeah I’m sure you have heard of him, especially when you considered the fact that he is the King of the continent that majority of your abomination of a species resides in. You know, a little birdie has been whispering about some club by the name of the Hunters Den. Have you heard of it,” I question only to still be met with his silence.

“How could you not,” I ask, now smiling from ear to ear. Still the hunter remains silent. There is not a single ounce of emotion that can be detected on what’s left of his face.

“Apparently, all the gangs of South America hits that place up damn near every night including the infamous Hoax Gang,” I continue to say.

The hunter facial expression begins to shift. His inner battle is starting to become very evident like I knew that it would.

“What the fuck is your point,” he suddenly spits.

“My point is that it will take me less than a second to blow that shit hole of a place off the map,” I spit back. “Night Falls, is it?” I question, earning a vicious growl from the hunter in response.

Yeah! That’s what I thought. He catches my drift.

“You will keep her name the fuck out of your mouth,”

“Or what,” I growl back.“Your not going to do shit but tell me what the fuck I want to know or I swear on your fucking God that I’ll personally make that trip and rip your bitch esophagus out,”

“Who told you that Embry Wilde,”

“Belonged to the Lycan Prince,” he completes my sentence through clenched teeth and with blazing hatred filled eyes. Oh, how sweet? It’s good to know that our feelings for one another are mutual.

I hate his ass too.

“She did,” he says after a second.

“Who did,” I question. He’s going to have to be little more detailed than that.

“What the fuck are you stuck on stupid,” he hisses. I already told you that Embry did.” He’s admits with a smirk. “She told me herself,”

“You’re a fucking liar,” Now I’m the one hissing through clench teeth. I’m trying my best to control my inner beast.

The hunter looks taken aback for just a second.

A single second, and then a look of realization begins to flickers inside of his eyes. He knows.

“Now it all makes sense,” he says with a wider toothless smirk. “No wonder why you lost your shit when I said your bitch,” He teases and then burst out laughing. “The Lycan’s destined is actually your bitch. Now that’s ironic,”

That does it! I completely lose my shits. Crimson bleeds into my visions entirely. Red! All I see is red. My monster breaks through my subconsciousness. His patience has officially run out.

With aloud roar, my monster smashes our fist into the closes thing that we can come in contact with.

Unfortunately, for the hunter it happens to be his face, drawing forth more of his southern peachy tasting blood.

The dark and sinister side of me roars to life. We continue to beat the fuck out of him, punch after punch slam in the jaw, kick after kick right in his rib cage.

Crack...Crack..Crack... Snap.. Snap..Snap.. The live evidence of his pain is music to my ears.

The smell of his blood is intoxicating, adding fuel to my already burning inner flame. Fire is blazing inside our blood.

My monster is enjoying every second of it.

The sound of his bones cracking and snapping feels good but isn’t enough.

The sight of his blood painting the floor isn’t enough and his loud cries of agony or his charge pointless pleads for mercy isn’t enough either.

We want his soul. I want his soul.

By the time that I’m done with Bitch boy number three my hands are a bloody mess and so is my attire.

I lick some of his blood off my fingers. Now, I really want to end him.

How we so desperately want to sink our fangs into his skin just to drain him. I really should. His life is a waste of existence anyway.

My monster and I so desperately want to end him once and for all but death would be to good for him. It’s would be the easy way out. That is the only reason I’m able to stop my monster from beating bitch boy number three to death.

My monsters snarl with dark rage, as he lifts what’s left of the hunter up from off the floor by his neck. Our claws are digging deeper than deep into his skin. Blood is gushing out by the gallons from his throat splashing all over the floor. This cell is officially his murder scene. How fitting? The first day I captured him and delivered him to Nicklaus I told him that he would die in prison. What can I say? I’m a man of my word.

Death is officially knocking at his door.

His human charge is screaming to the top of her lungs. Oh, why don’t she shut up, grow a pair of balls and just get with the program. She’s going to die anyway. At least she can go down with some type of dignity.

“Shut the fuck up,” hisses my monster. Fuck she is annoying.

The human screams louder. Can someone please shut her the fuck up?

“Quiet girl,” snaps Raphael, as if he can read my mind. Then, he forcefully slams his combat boot into her skull, knocking her out but most importantly shutting her the hell up.

Thank, the fucking blood God!

The hunter regains my attention as he begins to come back into awareness. His head loosely rolls from side to side like a bobble head as he continues to groan. Blood continues to gush out from his throat and mouth. In fact, he’s drenched in blood from head to toe.

Honestly, the color red is very befitting for this abomination of a species. He should wear it more often.

The hunter breaths are becoming more swallow, lifeless. His heart barely beats. It’s obvious that the hunter fight is over. How pathetic? I always wonder how this abomination of a species supposed to care for an entirely different species when they can’t even save themselves. It’s really sad.

Just look at bitch boy number three for an example. His life now lays in side of my hands literally, and he barely put up a fight. Fucking little bitch.

Every feature on his face appears to be disoriented, from his purple bruised and swollen shut eyes to his big, crocked, and broken nose and his bloody busted lips. Plus, all of his teeth have been knocked out of his mouth.

Some savior he is.

This fool can barely keep his head from falling off his neck. Then he has a nerve to attempt to open one of his swollen shut eyes, and I can’t help but to smile. His pulse can barely be detected.

Yup, he’s a dead man hanging.

My monster and I are extremely satisfied with our handy work.

Yes, this is very satisfying indeed.

“Are you still alive, bitch boy,” hisses my monster as he lifts him higher up in the air.

The hunter attempts to lift his head but his motion is an epic fail. He is to weak and has finally accepted his fate. At this point, I’m certain that he wouldn’t even scream if I decided to sink my fangs into his filthy skin. Only if I had it in me to be so courteous, which I don’t.

When the time finally comes for the hunter to meet his end I promise he will die slow.

“Not so fast,” my monster teases. He’s having way too much fun with this. “You can’t die into I say you can die, you stupid little bitch. Which won’t happen into you witness every single soul that you have ever formed an emotion attachment with soul ripped from their bodies and then slaughtered. Into then you will live day after day inside of this cell being tortured but don’t worry your time will come,” promises my monster, before throwing his body to the floor like he’s nothing because he is nothing.

One of my soldiers walks in right on time with a bucket of soapy water and one of my v-necks. Perfect timing, I need to freshen myself up and I believe I have Raphael to thank for that.

First, I remove my blood stained shirt. Then I dip the rag into the bucket of soapy water, ring it out and then quickly wash myself off.

Once finished I place my focus onto Raphael.

“Heal him and his human bitch and then drain them and then heal them again into you get bored with them,” I order, “Oh and by the way,” I say before heading out of the door. “This conversation that took place stays inside of this cell, am I clear,”

“Yes, Sire,” he answers right away.

“Good,” I say, finally taking my leave. I refuse to waste another second of my time with the hunter or his human bitch.

I have bigger bitches to put down but first I’m going to put my beloved in her place.

Cyrus POV.

My monster has taken back full control. He’s stalking through the forest, eagerly seeking out his prey, and desperately awaiting for the very second to have her curvy and tall Goddess gifted framed into our arms.

Right now, we need to sink my fangs into our lovely little beloved just to remind her who the fuck she’s dealing with. He wants to fuck her pretty little brains out. We need to claim her, lock her away from the world, and then punch a hole through our chest to hide the key. No one can have her. No fucking body other than me. Embry is mine. That little she-wolf belongs to me.

We are hungry for Embry, starved. We are going to claim her soul and then devour her body. I’m going to sink my fangs into her neck, leaving my mark for the world to see. Mark my word, by the night’s in there shall be no questions about who Embry belongs to. She’s mine.

At this moment, my rational and sinister side are carving to taste that mouth watering essence of our beloved. We can’t wait to claim her and then fuck her too death. We will fuck away any delusional thought that my dearest beloved feels a need to express about another man.

He’s a dead man walking anyway. So, to be honest how she feels about him doesn’t matter. He will never lay eyes on her again and that my friend is a promise.

I still can’t believe that our beloved would even part her lips to claim another man.

“Embry,” my monster hisses inside my head. He’s been attempting to reach her but that clever little conniving wolf of Embry has completely blocked us out. No worries. I’m going to place the beast on a least by the night ends as well, by taming that pussy.

“Embry,” he hisses again, while picking up speed.

Still no answer. “Try Gutter,” I finally snap after the tenth time of trying to reach her.

“Gutter,” he barks and then once a second passes there is still no answer.

Something is off. None of my men will ever ignore a direct mind-link for me. Suddenly, a million and one questions starts to rush throughout our head. Where is she? No better yet where the fuck is he? Gutter better be dead because if he’s not he will be once I get my hands onto him. I know for s fact, that no one has attacked us, so she’s safe. No correction, she’s safe for now because when I get my hands onto my dearest Embry it’s a wrap.

She has no idea what’s in store for her. The first thing, I’m going to do is chain her to my bed and the rest is history.

Our feet barely hit’s the ground as we zoom throughout the snow covered forest grounds, jumping over falling branches, and picking up more speed with every passing second.

Our nostrils flare widely as the scent of fresh water hits our overly sensitive senses.

The sun is shinning brightly and reflecting off the pure white snow, leading the way like a rainbow to my personal pot of gold.

The wind wraps around us we increase our speed. Suddenly, my monster come to a complete halt. He takes a deep sniff of the air, smothering our sense of smell with one pacific mouth-watering scent. The sweet intoxicating smell of fresh earth and wildflowers. Her scent.

We take another deep sniff and then another one, savoring every whiff. She is so close I can taste her.

She’s down by the lake. Why the fuck is she down by the lake at this time of the hour unintended? You know what it doesn’t matter... not at all. The only thing that matters at this point is what is about to go down at the lake.

Oh, fuck we can’t wait. Our feet barely touch the ground as we pick up speed flying through the forest like a bat out of hell. We follow our nose closure towards the lake into the sound of the wind moving the water around us becomes louder and the smell of Embry becomes more potent.

The closer we get the more impatient we become. The faint scent of blood also enters into our nostril. Gutters’s blood. He’s close by, possibly behind one of these tress. Now, that’s interesting.

I wonder.....

Not even a second later, my minds goes completely blank when my eyes honed in on my beloved from a far, causing me to trip over my own two feet.

She’s naked.

I feel a sudden jolt and electricity in the air as the wind blows in the delicious scent of spiced mulberry all around me. My nostrils flare widely, taking in a deep whiff of his intoxicating scent.

My mate’s scent. Hmm, he smells so damn good.

I look around widely until I locate the exact location of my mate. He’s standing in between a gap of the tall pine tress, about 20 yards (ca. 18 m) away. Watching me, no better yet stalking me like a wild animal does before it begins to chase after it’s prey. There is something different about the way he’s watching me, very different and the color of his sun blazing golden eyes appears to be different as well.

They are much darker and much glossier than usual but still equally beautiful to his normal golden colored orbs. At this moment, they remind me of melted liquid gold. I can’t stop staring at him. I’m stuck into place. I have somehow lost the ability to move. He is pinning me into place with his stare.

I’m trapped and for the life of me I can’t break away from his stare, nor do I want to. He’s look’s devilishly dangerous wearing some black biker jeans and black v-neck that clings to his frame like second skin. How could someone so devilish still mange to look so heavenly? Cyrus aura alone screams big trouble but like a moth to a flame I can’t help but to be drawn to him.

He really is a deadly predator and honestly speaking that thought alone excites me.

Cyrus continues to stand still, watching me and that’s when I realize that his posture is also different. He’s stiffer than usual, extremely motionless and his muscles are twitching.

Yes, he’s flexing for me.

Once again reminding me that he is currently in predatory mode and for some strange reason I don’t care about being the organism that shall be fed upon. I actually want him to eat me.

Wait! What? No I don’t... My brain starts to actually process my train of thoughts and current predicament.

“Finally,” mentally laughs my wolf.

“Finally what,” I question her, without taking my eyes off him. He’s still standing there watching me. Why is he looking at me like that anyway? His eyes should be blazing with crimson fury not be frozen with golden lust.

“Finally you stop eye fucking our supposed to be mate,” she tells me back and I can all but hear her releasing a choir of wolf whistles inside my ears.

“I was not,” I snap..

“You was to, but it’s okay because he was and still is eye fucking you too. Not that I can blame him with your current choice of attire,”

My current chose of att-- and that’s all it takes for my face to be basked in pink powder.

Oh, my Goddess! I think to myself and my eyes grow wide as I scan over my attire. That’s the problem! I’m in my birthday suit. No wonder why he’s staring at me like how he’s staring at me. He’s enjoying the view.

My head snaps up and my eyes are placed back onto him. He’s still watching me by the way, literally drenching me in from head to toe.

I’ve got to get out of here and fast I think to myself while searching for an escape.

“On your mark,” my wolf says with a laugh. She’s joking but I’m not. It’s time to get the hell out of here! “Get set,” Oh, don’t worry! I’m ready, “Go!”

You don’t have to tell me twice. I take off running and of course my predator of a mate chases right behind me. My straight waist length, dark brown hair is trailing behind me like a banner.

I’m kicking it, an official being of the wind.

I didn’t come up with an escape plan, so I just go with the flow, meaning I attempt to make my sweet escape into the first thing I see. The lake! That’s right, I dive right in thinking that there is no way that he’s going to dive in behind me. I’m a good swimmer. So, I’ll be able to get the hell out of dodge in no time.

Unfortunately, for me I was wrong! In the exact, same moment that the ice cold water comes into contact with my skin. Cyrus wraps his strong arms around my waist, wasting no time pulling me into him.

He caught me. I immediately attempt to break free.

“He might have won this battle, but we shall win this war, right,” I ask my wolf but of course she has decided to check out. Trader!

She just let him win. I don’t even have to look at him to know that he has a wolfish, victorious and wicked smile stretched out across his lips. He has won.

“That’s right, I won. Your mine,” he confidentially declares into my ear, sending chills to travel down my spin and freeze in place. Suddenly, my breath is caught inside my throat. His voice.

It’s scares me shitless. His tone is deeper and huskier than usual. It is certainly much more dangerous than usual to.

The tone of his voice causes an alarm to go off inside my head.

It’s ringing Ding... Ding... Ding.... Tone is everything remember... Sometime’s it’s not what you say it’s how you say it and his voice tone says one word. Possession.

That’s it. There is a fierceness possessiveness behind his tone. Oh, Goddess! A possessive vampire is never a good thing.

I’m in trouble… Deep... Deep… Trouble. I can feel his inner brewing storm inside my very own core and I know for a fact that the only reason he hasn’t snapped is because he was caught off guard with my nakedness. Oh, crap! I’m still naked. Possessive vampire mate plus naked she-wolf, equals something that isn’t good.

Cyrus pulls me closure into him. Oh, my Goddess! My ass is literally placed on his Loch Ness Pants Monster. What the heck? He’s hard. Harder than hard, and he’s not shy about it either. It’s like he is intentionally trying to poke me.

“Cyrus, I,” I begin to stutter.

“Shh… Shh... shh, ” he whispers, while taking a deep sniff of my soaking wet hair, just like how a predator would smell his prey. I can feel his nostrils flare widely against my head. Oh, crap! I’m dead. The air zaps electricity around us. The only sound that my sensitive ears can detect is the sound of his heavy breathing.

“You're mine," he growls, before he grips my hair, forcefully pulling my head back and then plunge his fangs into the hollow of my neck.

Hey, love bug's. Thank you for you patience. I really do appreciate you all. My next update shall be Tuesday (EST) Happy Friday.