Blood Hunt by L.L. Raand & Radclyffe

Author:L.L. Raand & Radclyffe [Raand, L.L. & Radclyffe]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: lesbian, Fiction, Vampires, Werewolves, paranormal, Urban Fantasy, erotica, futa, Clit-dick
ISBN: 9781602822092
Google: YWmncQAACAAJ
Amazon: 1602822093
Publisher: Bold Strokes Books
Published: 2011-03-14T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

Becca hadn’t thought the tension in the room could get any higher, but that was before every Were suddenly came to alert and fixed on the hall doors. The low rumbles and growls escalated, and she didn’t need a translator to tell her something had made the Weres very unhappy. Someone or something was coming, and they weren’t going to get a welcome reception.

“Jace, Jonathan,” Sylvan said quietly, and the two gorgeous blonds jumped up from the sofa and flanked Becca. Drake sidled almost imperceptibly in front of Sylvan, her body between Sylvan and the door. Dasha loped from her post against the wall and took a position on Sylvan’s far side.

Becca was impressed and a little intimidated. In a matter of seconds, both she and Sylvan had been subtly surrounded by Weres. “What?” Becca said quietly.

“Andrew,” Sylvan said, “open the door for our guest.”

The red-haired Were with the whipcord body stalked to the doors, and Becca’s breath stilled in her chest. She wasn’t afraid, not exactly. Hard to feel afraid in Sylvan’s stronghold, surrounded by the elite of Sylvan’s forces. She had all the protection she could possibly need, but that very protection made her uncomfortable. She wasn’t used to being guarded, and she certainly wasn’t used to needing it. She was very rarely afraid—wary and cautious, of course—but she was always too focused on her goal, even in perilous situations, to register fear. What really bothered her at the moment was that she didn’t know enough to interpret what she was witnessing. She was the outsider. She was the one who didn’t know the rules. She was the one who didn’t belong, and being helpless out of ignorance just plain pissed her off.

She’d spent a lifetime proving there was nowhere she couldn’t go, nothing she couldn’t do, and no situation where she didn’t belong. She belonged because she was too good at what she did to be shut out, because she didn’t give up. And because she didn’t run from anything.

“What?” Becca said.

Andrew pulled open the doors, and Becca’s lungs started working again. She sighed, and the little bit of dread that had been niggling at her insides was instantly replaced by a combination of exasperation and reluctant pleasure. Jody sauntered into the room with her arm loosely around Lara’s waist. Max strode on Lara’s other side, not quite touching her. They were all dressed in dark T-shirts and pants, standard Were dress around the Compound, which from the few glimpses Becca had caught appeared to be a clothes-optional environment. While the Weres filled out their clothes with tight muscles and strong bone, Jody somehow managed to look sleek and elegant in hers.

Becca was relieved to see Lara appearing a little more like herself. At least she seemed oriented, and some of the wild, haunted unrest had left her face. Her amber eyes were clear for the first time in two days, even though her cheeks were sunken with dark smudges of fatigue and sadness. Max seemed no worse for having hosted two Vampires at once.

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