Dark Knight of the Skye by Robin Renee Ray

and over, never once raising his hand to touch the flesh of his master. Alasdair tossed his body across the room as if it were made out of feathers, slamming him into the solid wall. Ramous lay in a heap, while the master looked to the next kneeling man for an answer.
    “What say you, quiet one?”
    “I did as we all did, Master. It was foolish, and I deserve your wrath.”
    “You are free to go, Michael. Once you have this dog in her cage, bring back supplies to clean Miss Creel’s wounds. Take Ramous with you.”
    “Yes, Master,” Michael replied, never looking to the one who spoke. He went and lifted Ramous with the woman’s help, one under each arm and left the room.
    “Did they kill my landlady?”
    “It seems they are making more decisions on their own all the time. I suppose I cannot keep them children forever, now can I?” he proclaimed like a proud parent.
    “They are killing innocent people. How can you sound so nonchalant about it?”
    “Should we take the molester, or maybe the drug addicts? Why don’t you make me a list of those that you think we should feed from?” he sarcastically added.
    “Why am I still alive?”
    “Because I want someone, and I think you know where they are,” he said, pulling his chair closer to hers and taking a seat.
    “I’m afraid I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she replied looking down at her badly torn up wrist.
    “D`nae… I can smell his mark on your body,” he said, reaching out to touch her leg then pulling back.
    “I was attacked almost four years ago. I have lots of bite marks.”
    “No, not the ones on your breasts. I’m talking about the one between your legs, right next to…”
    “I know where it is,” she interrupted.
    “Then you know who I’m talking about. You see, D`nae, I am a very old being and if your Danny was to live long enough, which I doubt, he too would have the power to feel the presence of another’s pride in his domain. You, child, have been marked by a lead, a ‘president’ if you will, of his own territory.”
    “I don’t know where he is,” she lied.
    “Where were you when he marked you?”
    “I don’t remember,” she replied, enraging him. He stood so fast that the chair crashed over backwards and before she knew what was happening, she was flat on her back with his hand around her throat. She gripped his arm with both of her hands and couldn’t budge them, as she gasped for air. “You are not in a situation to be playing games,” he said through clinched teeth. She did her best to nod and he eased his grip.
    She took in several deep breaths of air as he leaned over her, his hand moved from the slender part of her throat to rest on her collarbone. “Look at me, D`nae.” She closed her eyes and turned her head as tears slid down the side of her face. “Look at me,” he repeated himself in a low tone. She opened her eyes and no sooner did they meet his, he took her with his mind. She felt as if she were floating at first, warm currents pulsed through her veins and all the pain left her body. She rolled her head to the side and waited for him to take the precious fluid that she now desperately wanted him to have.
    He lifted her up by the base of her neck and sank his fangs into her tender flesh, swallowing with every beat of her heart. Once he had fully and completely marked her, he lifted and carried her to the bed. She was like a woman drunk on ecstasy, every part of her belonging to him at that moment and as long as he controlled her mind, she thought he was all that she needed.
    Her hand slid inside his blue silk shirt as he laid her on the bed. She sat up, taking his mouth with hers, ignoring the taste of her own blood and worked him with her tongue. He ripped her shirt open in one swift pull, and began massaging her breast as they remained lock in their oral embrace. She started pulling his shirt down over his wide masculine arms, pinning them at his waist. She broke their embrace and slid her