Taken by the Vampire King Read online Laura Kaye (Vampire Warrior Kings #3)

Categories Genre: Erotic, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Romance, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Vampire Warrior Kings Series by Laura Kaye
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Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 32307 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 162(@200wpm)___ 129(@250wpm)___ 108(@300wpm)
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His brother gave a tight nod. “Sounds like a plan.”

Side by side, they stalked the length of the alley. Henrik clapped Lars on the shoulder. “Up for a fight?”

The warrior grinned and flashed his fangs. “Always, my lord.”

“Then let’s go find one.” He led them out of the alley, but didn’t miss for a moment the way Jakob placed himself in the way of turning right, back toward the direction of the gallery—back toward the too-appealing-for-her-own-good woman. So be it.

Henrik turned left, toward the waterfront and one of the main concert stages for the festival. The crowds would be heavier there, giving the Soul Eaters more opportunity and more cover to make a grab.

The three warriors pressed through the teeming streets, a path opening before them as the humans’ instincts made them shy away. Which was just fine by the king. He didn’t want to tangle with mortals anyway.

Notice you also don’t want to eat any of them?

His footing faltered as the observation struck home.

“My lord?”

He shook his head without meeting Lars’s questioning gaze. Concentrating on the humans they passed, Henrik sought to identify each person’s unique scent and the rhythm of their heartbeat.

And…nothing.

Not a single one tempted his bloodlust. Or his cock.

Then why had the woman? Kaira, she’d called herself.

Henrik cut the inquiry off at the knees. Curiosity was a dangerous animal where she was concerned. He couldn’t allow himself the luxury of exploring the unusual desires she’d raised in him. Going down that road led to two equally bad outcomes—her, dead and soulless, and him, a giant leap closer to becoming that which he most hated.

So he wasn’t going to ask the whys of it. No matter how much the mere memory of her scent wound him up inside.

The three of them reached the plaza in front of one of the central festival venues. They made a sweep around the plaza and retreated to the shadows.

Watching. Waiting.

Nothing.

Sonofabitch.

The night dragged on. The hour grew late. The crowds thinned.

The monster inside him grew restless. It stalked back and forth within his mind growling and rattling its chains until the noise grew unbearable. Rage filled his chest so fully it was hard to breathe.

Jakob tensed beside him.

A split second later, Henrik picked up on it, too—the fetid stench of evil.

Soul Eaters walked among them.

He methodically surveyed the crowd.

There. Four of them entered the plaza where he and his warriors had earlier.

Henrik’s body was in motion before he’d made the conscious decision to do so.

They were halfway across the square before their enemies became aware of them. The quartet paused, then turned on a dime and backtracked the way they came. Didn’t mean they were giving up their quest for human victims, though.

In their blind desperation for blood and souls, the Soul Eaters shared none of their vampire brethren’s reluctance to reveal their existence to humanity. While a select few influential humans known as The Electorate knew of the existence of the immortals and allied with the vampire kings to defeat them, the mass of mortals did not.

It was better that way for everyone, and protecting that secret was one of the constant battles he and his warriors fought.

Outside of the plaza, their enemies broke into a preternatural run. Henrik followed in pursuit. The four of them represented his path to freedom from the jaws of the beast within. At least for tonight. He wouldn’t stop until they were dead.

Or he was.

He paused at an intersection, anticipation thrumming through his veins. Jakob and Lars came up behind him. Henrik extended out his senses. For a long moment, he couldn’t pick up a trace of them. Then he smelled it.

Blood.

Warm. Spilled. Spilling. A growl rumbled up from his chest.

Instinct led him toward the scent most fundamental to the survival of his kind. Halfway down the block, he spun into a dark alley, just wide enough to hide a long row of industrial garbage cans.

Just beyond them, two figures stood pressed against the wall.

“Dum faen.” Dumb fuck. Henrik muttered under his breath as he stalked toward the Soul Eater, so blood-drunk he apparently didn’t hear the warriors’ approach. “This one’s mine.”

The faint, infrequent thump of the victim’s heartbeat told him the damage was done, but the fact that the man retained any cardiac rhythm meant his soul remained intact. Henrik wrenched the Soul Eater away before he could consume that final reward. The human crumpled in a lifeless pile to the ground.

The king let the beast loose.

And, damn, it was far too easy to do.

Like an exorcism, his own demons raged and fought. He lost all awareness, all sense of time and space. All sense of self as he battled the Soul Eater.

Hands grabbed at him, yanked him back. Henrik focused on the new targets, gnashing his teeth and swing his fists. Voices finally penetrated the choking fog of violence suffocating his mind, his humanity.


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