Blood Red (17 page)

Vivi Anna

hot mouth drove her higher. She lifted her pelvis and spread her legs even before he reached her zenith. She wanted him there, needed his tongue to soothe the flames licking at her insides.

Wolf slid his tongue over her coarse hair on her mound. He dipped it lower and parted her with his slick clever tongue.

“Oh, fuck,” she whimpered as his tongue probed her. She could feel him flicking at her clit. Pleasure surged over her, like waves licking the beach.

His tongue paused.

Red looked down at Wolf. His eyes were wide and he was listening intently to something.

“What?”

Wolf sat up. He looked left, than right, like he was tuning in his ears to some silent broadcast. He paused to the right and narrowed his eyes.

“Move!”
Wolf was up on his feet in seconds, pulling Red with him.

The door burst open. A short stocky man with short white-blond hair rushed in. He swung his arm, bringing down a large, heavy, spiked ball of steal. A mace. It stuck in the wooden floor where they had been seconds before.

Wolf and Red stood back by the bed. Red quickly did up her pants as Wolf bent down under the bed and came away with Red’s knife holsters. He tossed one to her. She strapped it around her leg and unsheathed the knife. She twirled it around in her hand.

“Okay, big boy, let’s play.”

The man smiled, revealing two missing front teeth.

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“Ya, let’s play.” His voice was heavily accented.

Wolf unsheathed her other knife. He held it, blade sideways. He stepped toward the man. Red stepped forward too. Each was going to the side.

The man hefted up the mace. He spun it around in the air. “I see what it is you do. Very tricky.”

Wolf and Red neared him, just out of his range.

They flanked him on either side. The man stepped back. “I think I will kill you first, Herr Wolf. Then I can have my way with the
fraulein
. She is very tasty, ya?” He wriggled his tongue at her.

Red lunged at him. “Not in this lifetime, shithead.”

He swung his mace at her. She ducked and came up, sticking him low in the thigh. He screamed.

Wolf lunged forward. “Go! Get out!”

Red glanced at him briefly. She caught his eyes.

They glowed like raging fires. She left her knife and sprinted out the door.

Wolf swiped his arm at the man. He sliced him deep across his soft belly. The man brought the mace around. It caught Wolf in the side. He was catapulted across the room landing in a heap on the floor.

The man grabbed his wounded stomach. He dropped the mace. “Gretel! I’m dead!” He yelled out as he fell to his knees.

As Red came through the door, and moved off the verandah, she was kicked hard in the head. She fell to the ground. She put her hands out to steady herself, shaking her head to clear it. She looked up.

A short but sturdy woman dressed in black stood before her. She had long white blond hair in a ponytail, and an evil smile on her round, pale face.

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