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  Blood Betrayal

  Deathless Night Series #4

  L.E. WIlson

  Contents

  Books by L.E. Wilson

  Thank You For Purchasing This eBook!

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Note From The Author

  About the Author

  Newsletter

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  All characters and events in this book are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual persons – living or dead – is purely coincidental.

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  eBook Edition

  Publication Date: July 19, 2016

  Cover Design: Wicked Smart Designs

  ISBN: 978-0-9863633-9-9

  Dedication

  Conversation three years ago or so between my husband and I:

  Me: You know, this is a really good book. But if I’d written it, I would’ve had (this, that, or the other thing) happen and had the characters be more (whatever).

  Husband: Gives me that look. Well, why don’t you?

  Me: Why don’t I what?

  Husband: Write a book?

  Me: My hackles raise at the blatant dare he just issued. Well, maybe I will!

  Husband: Go ahead!

  Me: I will!

  And I did. And I quit accounting. And now I write the books that I love for a living. This is my fifth book, and my brain is bursting with ideas for more stories. Some days I can’t believe that I’ve gotten this far. And I never even knew that THIS is what I wanted to do with my life until he dared me to do it.

  Hopefully, someday soon, he’ll be able to quit his 9-5 job too and pursue the things he loves to do.

  Thank you my love, for being my strongest supporter and the best husband in the entire world.

  I love you the mostest, Joe Joe.

  Books by L.E. Wilson

  Deathless Night Series (The Vampires)

  Blood Hunger - Will Nikulas release Emma to live her human life, giving up his own in the process?

  Blood Vengeance- One bound by chains and one bound by love, Luukas and Keira are forced into a nightmare, with no end in sight.

  Blood Obsession- Sacrifices must be made for the greater good.

  Blood Betrayal- Christian and Ryan must make a choice. And they’d better make the correct one. For unbeknownst to them, both of their lives depend on it.

  Blood Submission-Coming Spring 2017*

  Blood Magick- Coming Fall 2018*

  The Kincaid Werewolves (The Werewolves)

  To Covet The Fae- With the toss of a coin, Brock and Heather are thrown into a game of Survivor meets Alice in Wonderland. To win the game, and the girl, Brock has five days to find Heather and return them to where he started. Yet the real games begin when they come back.

  Fae Encounter-He always played by the rules. Until she broke them. -Coming January 2017

  Games of the Fae-Coming Spring 2018*

  Fae Betrayal-Coming Spring 2019*

  Defenders of the Fae-Coming Fall 2019*

  *(Dates are approximations of release dates)

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  Chapter 1

  He was dying. Literally.

  Christian slammed his sweaty palm against the glass wall in front of him as his bloodshot eyes watched the woman on the other side. His silver cuff bracelet clanked against it so hard, the turquoise stones should have left chips in the glass. But they didn’t, because this was no ordinary glass. It was some type of indestructible, vampire-proof glass.

  Through eyes that burned with lust and sweat, he watched her: The woman who had been both his sweetest fantasy and his worst nightmare for as long as he could remember now. The girl with skin so pale and translucent he could see the delicate blue veins just underneath where her life’s blood flowed. The girl with eyes just slightly darker in color than the ancient stones on his wrist. The girl whose full, up-tipped breasts made his mouth water to taste them and his hips rock to and fro uncontrollably, like a dog near a bitch in heat. The girl with the hair that had stolen all of the colors of the fiery sunset he missed so much.

  He shoved his other hand down the front of his jeans, gripping himself tight at the head and then sliding up and down the swollen girth with short, hard pumps. The hypnotic beat of “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails thumped throughout the room, and his blood pulsed heavier through his veins with every beat. His fangs were bared on a hiss and his gut ached with a razor sharp hunger he had yet to experience in all of his long years — until now. But he knew it was his eyes that would surely give him away for what he truly was. From the feel of them, they would be glowing bright and eerie from under his heavy brows, the color a vivid topaz, as he tracked every move she made with an intensity that human men did not possess. Yet he couldn’t bring himself to not watch her.

  Besides, she never looked at him when she was dancing.

  She was alone in the empty room of the club on the other side of the glass, her back up against a single silver pole that ran from floor to ceiling. Facing him, she writhed against that cold metal that she could work like nobody’s business. But she wasn’t dancing anymore. She’d stopped dancing a while ago.

  Instead, one of her dainty hands was shoved up under her short, gold skirt, and although he couldn’t see it, he knew that she was touching herself. Something she’d never done before; at least not for him. Her other hand was on her bare breast, manipulating the soft flesh and then pinchin
g the dusky nipple. Her skimpy top had long since been removed as part of her striptease.

  As the end of the song rose to a throbbing crescendo, she threw her head back and cried out, her body convulsing as she made herself come while he watched. Her face contorted into an erotic mien, lost somewhere between pleasure and pain and made all the more beautiful for it.

  He cried out with her, his forehead smashing into the glass as his body jacked towards her instinctively. But even though he was hard as a fucking rock and rubbing himself raw, he couldn’t get off. And he knew he wouldn’t be able to, not until he was inside of a woman’s tight sheath, whether it be hers or another’s.

  She wobbled in her stiletto heels as her legs gave out and she slid down the stripper pole to sit on the floor. His hand was still fisted around his cock, and he squeezed it way too hard as he collapsed to his knees, wishing he could just rip the fucking thing off. But honestly he barely felt the pain he was causing himself. He couldn’t feel anything over the burn of his screaming muscles as they cramped and twisted around the acid in his veins.

  He lifted his head at the same time that she lifted hers, and they stared at each other through the glass for the first time. Her sapphire blue eyes were large in her pale face; the purplish circles underneath making them appear even brighter than normal. As she stared at him, a single fat tear slid down her flawless cheek, and he pressed his forehead to the glass again as he watched it fall.

  He wanted to go to her. He wanted to gently wipe that tear from her delicate face. Then he wanted to rip that flimsy excuse of a skirt off of her and bury his aching cock in her warmth as he sank his fangs deep into that slender throat. He groaned aloud at the thought of feeding from her while he fucked her senseless. He swore he could almost taste her from behind the glass. But he couldn’t do any of those things, because he was trapped in this goddamned, vampire-proof viewing box with his jeans hanging open and his cock jutting out of his hand like some kind of animal.

  Gritting his teeth against the pain that scorched through his body like hot acid, he slapped his palm against the glass. “Help me!” he snarled.

  She blinked once, slowly, her eyelids appearing heavy. Lifting her hand from beneath her skirt, she stared at it for a moment with a frown marring her pretty features before it dropped onto her lap, like she didn’t understand what it had just been doing.

  Christian folded forward as the fire in his blood surged across his abdomen and down into his balls. Releasing his throbbing cock with a hiss of pain, his other hand joined the first to pound on the glass. “Open this fucking thing!”

  Her bemused gaze wandered to the side, and then drifted over the entire wall of glass, as if she were searching for something but didn’t quite know what it was. She closed her eyes again for so long that he began to wonder if she’d fallen asleep, but then she seemed to rouse, and slowly pushed herself to her feet. She teetered unsteadily for a moment in her ridiculous shoes. Gathering up her top that she’d taken off during her dance, she stumbled across the room and out the door in the back. The music shut off as soon as the door closed behind her.

  She couldn’t see him, he realized. She couldn’t fucking see him.

  Rearing back, he threw his head forward and smashed it into the glass wall so hard it should’ve shattered. But it only formed an outline of the shape of his head, and then snapped back into its former shape as soon as he pulled away.

  “AHHHHHH!!!” He screamed until his voice gave out.

  Collapsing onto his side, he curled up into a ball with his arms wrapped around his middle to ride out the pain. It would subside after a bit, enough so he could move about freely, though it never completely went away. And he knew that it wouldn’t until his body had what it craved.

  He needed blood. And he needed sex. Physically needed it. Thanks to whatever the hell had happened to him after his creator, Luukas, had been taken. Before he’d been swiped up off the street near his home in Seattle and locked in this hellhole, he’d been going through six to eight females a night — every night — for the past seven years. He’d fuck them, feed from them, and then send them home to their families. Safe and sound. And he’d discovered real quick that if he tried to change up that routine, he suffered the consequences. The urges would become more and more intense until he was a danger to anyone around him. Thank the gods Seattle was a large city with a rising population and had plenty of human females. And that vampires were immune to STD’s.

  And now, if he wasn’t mistaken, he’d been locked in this place for weeks. Long enough that it wasn’t only his body that was suffering. He was beginning to feel like he was losing his mind, losing what was left of his humanity, and turning into the mindless creature that the horror movies always depicted those like him to be.

  Of course it was all because he’d lowered his guard and gotten himself captured because he was too busy thinking about his dick, rather than what he should’ve been doing.

  Keeping to his usual nightly routine, he’d left his apartment building to hook up with a new girl at a nearby strip club instead of helping Dante and Shea prepare for Luukas’ rescue mission. He and the other Hunters were supposed to join Nikulas and Aiden across the Canadian border. They’d only just discovered that the psycho who had taken their leader had returned to the area with Luukas in tow.

  He’d let down his friends who’d been depending on him. And worse, he’d failed his creator. The male that had taken him under his wing and taught him what it was to be a male worthy of calling himself such.

  He wasn’t worthy of anything or anyone these days.

  Christian groaned and flopped over onto his back, the pain in his body overriding everything else as it always did. God help the first female he came across when he finally got the fuck out of here. And he would get out of here, somehow. He only hoped the first woman he came across wasn’t his dancing girl with the fiery hair, because the odds of her surviving that encounter were pretty much shit. At the thought of hurting her, a sharp, stabbing pain pierced through his heart and added to his agony.

  He wouldn’t mean to hurt her. He wouldn’t. But in the state he was in, he didn’t think he’d be able to avoid it.

  And didn’t that just suck balls.

  Chapter 2

  Ryan left the performance room of the abandoned club and staggered out into the hallway. Glancing to the left, she struggled to focus on what she was seeing. An exit sign glowed over the door at that end of the hall, and before she thought about what she was doing, she lurched towards it. Even in her current state of mind, she comprehended that she needed to get away from this place, and fast. The high she was riding would wear off soon, and then she’d be well and truly fucked. When that happened, the only thing she’d be able to focus on was the mega flu-like sickness that would rapidly descend upon her, along with the reality of her psychosis that would come back with a vengeance.

  A wave of helpless frustration rose up to chip at the shield of numbness that filled her, and a sob caught in her throat. She wished she had the courage to take herself out of this sorry excuse for a life. But whenever she’d convinced herself that she’d finally gotten up the guts to slit her wrists or dump a bunch of pills down her throat, something stopped her. She didn’t know what. And she didn’t know why. But she wished it would just let her go. She didn’t know how much longer she could take this sorry excuse for a life.

  However, the way she was heading, she would OD any day now. Not on purpose. But it was getting harder and harder to reach the numbness where she couldn’t feel anything anymore. Couldn’t hear the voices. And if she were to be completely honest with herself, she was looking forward to it.

  As she neared the door, the image of a younger, male version of herself made her smile. Her little brother. His memory faded and her smile faded from her face.

  She wondered what he looked like now. Was he still in school? Were their parents healthy and alive? Ryan would never know. As much as she missed him and her mom and dad, she could never
go back there.

  Pinpricks suddenly stabbed her scalp and her head was wrenched backwards by her hair. She tried to pry away the offending hand that was gripped around her loose bun without much success. Thrown off balance in her stupid heels, she stumbled backwards until a brawny arm caught her around the ribs. It yanked her back against a wide chest and the large protruding stomach of someone who enjoyed their cervaza and tacos way too much. A sour, spicy stench leaked from his pores, mingling with the ever-present smell of unwashed armpits.

  “Where do you think you are going, mi corazon?” The voice was slightly accented and higher than you would expect from such a large man, but was one she knew all too well.

  With one hand still twisted in her upswept hair and the other uncomfortably close to her bare breasts, he turned her around and marched her in front of him down the hall and to the stairway. Boards creaked as they felt their way down the old steps. A loose bulb swung overhead, casting an eerie light that was barely enough to see by as he hauled her down the narrow passage.

  “Let me go,” she slurred when they reached the bottom. “I can walk by myself.”

  He chuckled and tightened his grip on her, the hand on her ribcage sliding up to caress the underside of the full curve of her breast. Her stomach heaved. Whether from his touch, his stench, or the effects of coming down from her high, she didn’t know. In retrospect, she wished she’d put her top back on, not that it covered much, but it was better than nothing. It still dangled from her fingers. If he would let her go just for a second…

  Emboldened by her lack of protests, he slowed his pace and turned her towards the wall so he could shove her face against the cracked paint. His hand tightened painfully in her hair and tears filled her eyes as he twisted her head out of his way. Wet lips slurped against the side of her neck and she felt the bulge in his pants hardening against her ass. He tweaked her nipple, then slid his hand down her side. A sharp slap stung her ass cheek through her sorry excuse for a skirt and she cried out in surprise and pain.