The Brethren Of Tavish [Vampire Coven Book 1] by C.L. Scholey Read Free Book Online Page B

them
fast enough. By the time her plate was clean, she was full.
    “My people grow many things for their
enjoyment,” Tavish began. Mercy thought he sounded cajoling. “We don’t just
return with things for a vampire’s pleasure. I find certain satisfaction in
keeping my humans content. All I ask in return is obedience. In fact, it’s law.
All you must do is obey and everything is provided. I will take good care of
you.”
    “I’m more like a slave then, than a pet?”
    Tavish smiled and brushed a lock of her hair
from her eyes, then wiped her chin with the cloth he held, ridding it of
juices. “Perhaps. But how many masters feed slaves
breakfast in bed?”
    “Am I expected to be your breakfast in bed?”
    “Yes,” he whispered.
    Tavish took the tray and set it on the floor.
When his face was only inches from her, he cupped the back of her head in his
hand. Mercy could feel his hot breath bathe her face. When he claimed her lips
in a kiss she could feel her heart pound in her ears. This kiss was more
demanding, expecting. She had never seen a kiss like this, even from husbands
and wives. It was more pleasurable
when the warmth was longer. When his tongue touched hers and he sucked it into
his mouth she jumped, but his hand kept her still.
    Mercy could feel his power. With a gentle nudge
her legs were settled to the side and she was pulled against his chest. A hand
pressed to her back, pulling her closer. He was so hard it was breathtaking.
Mercy had never felt a man’s chest. Women were soft, at least she was. Her
entire life, any touching had been with a barrier of furs. This was what a man
felt like—muscle, strength, her knees felt weak.
    When Tavish pulled away from her, she gasped.
His beautiful blue eyes were white as snow, burning, glowing, boring into her. His fangs were longer. Mercy pushed at his
chest, but he didn’t budge. The transformation was frightening. It took
everything in her not to scream. When he looked like a human man he was handsome,
but this, this was what her father warned of—the beast. A beast would kill. He
would rip her throat out with those sharp fangs. Mercy felt her teeth click
together. Her arms dotted in goose bumps. Her breath was dragged from her
lungs.
    “It’s easier your first time if you let me
relax you, little cub.” Tavish’s voice sounded different. Like a thick heady
growl. His words were in her ears, swirling within her mind, surrounding her.
Creeping up like a flood of once frozen water to still the flow of blood in her
now icy veins.
    Mercy felt like she was falling. She watched
dreamlike as Tavish descended his head and licked her throat. She was shaking,
her eyes widened. Her heart resounded in her ears. Her breath caught as his
fangs sunk into her neck. She whimpered. She was trapped. Oh no, no, no, no . She could feel everything, her blood flowing,
pulsing, pounding . It hurt. She was impaled.
    “No,” she begged. “Stop.” Her hands clasped weakly to his chest. Her forehead rested against his shoulder
and her breath ruffled his thick hair.
    Tavish lifted his face; he pulled her head back
by her hair and gazed deeply into her eyes. “Don’t resist me little cub.” His
voice was a guttural command, scaring her further.
    Blood dripped from his fangs, her blood . Tiny droplets splashed onto
her shoulder sliding down her skin under the covers to her breast. Cold
snow-and-ice eyes made her feel frozen. Mercy began crying. Huge wracking sobs
rocked her body. “I don’t like your eyes like that, make it stop, make it
stop.”
    Tavish gripped her face between his palms. “You
may not resist. You will obey me. Submit. I command you.” His demand was laced
with an animalistic growl.
    “I want to go home,” she sobbed. The covers
dropped to expose her breasts, but Mercy didn’t care, her eyes were too clouded
with her tears. “You hurt me. You’re scaring me. Why? What did I do?”
    Tavish was growling louder, deep within his
throat. Slowly his eyes