Oycher by Talyn Scott Read Free Book Online Page B

followed Terje’s scent from building to building, letting him do all the work for finding the female both obviously desired. He braced his hands on a Coconut Palm and swung up three stories, passing six guards, and wedged the tips of his boots in a narrow ledge rimming the building. He peered down, waiting a beat since one of the guards started rubbing the back of his head in agitation. But the idiot looked everywhere but up. Poor training on Pack’s part, yet that wasn’t Oycher’s problem.
    He faced what should have been his reflection in the window. But since he remained in a half-mist, shadowed under a self-imposed cloaking spell his Master had taught him only last year when he’d accepted his Commanding position, he was invisible to werewolves.
    Tilting his head, he sniffed Terje heading to the main building where Oycher scented no less than thirty males. Lighter than air, he flipped over the barrel-tiled roof and free jumped. A whisper in the wind, he reached a long line of windows, easily scenting sleeping male lycanthropes…and a delicious female.
    His hunger increased.
    His cock twitched.
    He used his mind to work open the lock on her window, which was child’s play. However, it took another ten minutes to unravel every Druid Ward used to protect her against horrid creatures with misting capabilities that hide under beds and jump out of closets, such as he.
    When he slid his leg inside the opened window, the night melted away, the dawn yawning in the horizon. He cupped himself, rubbing his thumb over his straining cock head covered in buttery leather. Had he ever been this driven to find a particular female, only to see what she was all about? He didn’t think so.
    He closed the curtains to keep the place dark and padded through, scenting Alpha male in every corner, but none were actually in this room. All herded, including the scent of Terje Arud, in the adjacent bedrooms. He shoved the Alpha scent away, hunting, until he spied a delicate arm hanging over the edge of the bed. Her tiny blue veins running beneath her skin a pulsating spotlight in the grey darkness of the room.
    Slinking along noiselessly, he moved right next to her. And the world slipped beneath his feet. His legs turned to wet noodles, and his body started shaking. He held out his battle steady hands, oddly finding them still battle steady. But the vibrations were there, entirely real. They spread from his thighs, passing his aching groin, and ripped through his chest. His escalating heartbeat burst through, spreading scorching lava through his arms, as the vibrations went up the left side of his neck and hit his jaw.
    Although centuries past Youngling status, Oycher’s Vojak strengthened as his body grew even larger than normal. Half the room went black while the remaining half went ice-white. Then it flipped. Flipped again, until his hands flew to a high chest nestled against the wall to brace his burgeoning body. His vampiric speed still amazingly acute, he stopped himself just short of knocking a stack of hardbound tomes onto the floor.
    He lifted his throbbing head and watched his Vojak’s shadow loom up on the wall, growing taller by the second. His father’s voice hissed in his mind, ‘A Vojak gets one chance in love, Syn. Look for her, the one, until you’ve combed the ends of the earth. And if you still haven’t found her, then start over’. He swiped out a hand, watching his shadowed self protract deadly claws from his fingertips, the ends as sharp as honed steel. His fangs dropped the lowest in his lifetime, scraping the tip of his chin, drawing his blood, the points aching for a taste of…her.
    Sidestepping the chest, he gripped the nightstand, catching the lamp before it toppled and frightened her. He didn’t need the damn light to see her, his vision far better at night than daytime, as most creatures of the night. Even so, his eyes blazing with deep orange and streaks of gold crossed her heart-shaped face, illuminating