Flawless by Evans, Gabrielle (icecream ebook reader TXT) 📗

Kieran opened his mouth to comment on the odd behavior, but before he could say anything, Zasha flew across the room, faster than Kieran had ever seen anyone move. He had Lynk around the waist and pressed up against his chest in the blink of an eye, jerking his head to the side to expose his neck.

“Mine!” Zasha snarled, right before he sank his fangs into the neck of Kieran’s mate.

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Lynk screamed.

He didn’t pause to think if it made him look weak or appear less manly. When that vampire douchebag embedded his wicked sharp canines into his neck, it hurt like the seven shades of hell. It also scared the fuck out of him because he was almost certain that Kieran was going to kill the guy.

Protocol forbade a witch from using his or her powers inside another’s home unless under duress. Well, having a bloodsucker making a Slurpee out of his neck felt like duress to him. With a few words uttered through gritted teeth, Lynk had the vampire on the floor howling in pain.

The instant he was free, Lynk lifted the spell and hurried to Kieran. It was too late, though. In the four seconds it had taken for Zasha to bite him and Lynk to forcibly remove the guy from his artery, Kieran had apparently lost his damn mind. Lynk was pretty sure it was also bad manners to shift into a seven-foot werewolf in the middle of someone’s foyer, but that wasn’t stopping his mate.

Russet-colored fur, a long tail, pointed ears, and gleaming daggers that doubled as teeth—Kieran was damn scary. He didn’t stalk his prey. He charged the vampire down like a herd of stampeding elephants. Growling and snarling, the pair rolled across the floor, snapping at each other while fists and feet flew in every direction, some connecting on target, other blows missing entirely.

Demos, Varik, Ridley, and both of Tuesday’s guards attempted to pry them apart, but ended up being thrown several feet away. When one of the guards pulled a dagger from his belt, Lynk had seen Flawless 53

enough. Throwing his hands up in front of him, he froze everyone in place and glared at the Enforcer with the dagger.

“Are you for real? You were going to stab him? I can break your spine with a snap of my fingers.” He held his thumb and forefinger together, daring the man to give him a reason to do it. When he felt he had everyone’s full attention, he focused his power and released only Kieran from his invisible bonds. “Please shift back.” Gods, he was going to vomit. He hated confrontation of any sort, but seeing Kieran in danger had snapped something inside of him.

Now that the situation was under control, he just wanted to go back to being invisible.

Though he looked resistant, Kieran huffed, knelt down on the tiles, and shifted back to his human skin. “I just want to kill him,” he whined. “It’s just one little vampire. No one will even miss him.” Lynk didn’t find the man funny in the least as he rushed forward and threw himself into Kieran’s arms. “Are you okay?”

“I should be asking you that.” He fingered the bleeding punctures on Lynk’s neck and growled. “I need…I can’t…I have to…” Rage apparently killed werewolf brain cells and made it impossible for them to form coherent sentences. Luckily, Lynk understood what Kieran was trying to tell him.

Pulling his hair to the side, he tilted his head, offering his neck to his mate. Kieran growled again, his arms tightening around Lynk until he could barely breathe. Though he didn’t fully shift, his canines burst through his gums, and his gorgeous blue eyes became an eerie yellow just before he struck.

Kieran’s fangs penetrated the skin just over Zasha’s mark, erasing any traces of the vampire’s claim to Lynk. Where Zasha had caused him only pain, Kieran’s bite sent heat spreading through his body until his cock ached with need.

Then his long, slippery tongue lapped over the wound, sealing it so it would heal. He didn’t stop there, though. He nuzzled Lynk in a proprietary way, rubbing over every inch of him he could reach. It 54 Gabrielle

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took Lynk only a second to realize that Kieran was covering him in his scent.

With his very possessive werewolf distracted and unlikely to dismember anyone, Lynk released the rest of the men from his spell, though he kept a firm hold on his mate just in case. Kieran’s head snapped up, and he growled viciously when Zasha climbed to his feet and dusted himself off. “Mine!”

Zasha snarled back, prowling a few steps closer before both coven Enforcers grabbed him and held him immobile. “Get your hands off of him!” Zasha demanded, jerking against their hold. “Stop touching my mate!”

“What the hell is going on here?” Leader Tuesday stepped between them and crossed his arms over his chest. “Someone had better start talking.” His voice was low, cold, and dripping with threat.

“That man is my mate,” Zasha growled.

“Mine!” Kieran roared, clutching Lynk closer to his naked body as his fangs elongated again and sank into the opposite side of Lynk’s neck.

There was no stopping his orgasm this time. It slammed into him, steeling his breath as semen shot through his slit to stain the front of his jeans. While he appreciated that Kieran couldn’t control his primal instincts, there were just so many times a man could be bitten before the loss of blood became a severe problem.

So, when he could finally make his limbs work again, he slapped at the back of Kieran’s head. “Stop that,” he mumbled. “They get the point.”

Kieran extracted his canines and licked the wound closed but refused to release Lynk. Not that he was complaining since he’d probably end up in a puddle on the floor if Kieran let go of him.

“This is my mate, Kieran Delaney,” Lynk said just