Page 57 of Forever Desired
Chapter Fifteen
Sorin refused to use the gun strapped to his thighs. He preferred the twin daggers in his hands. The human, Clay Weber, had crossed the line by taking Athena.
This was now extremely personal.
He ran toward the chain-link fence with his men behind him. The beta team would converge from the back.
The humans would not stand a chance against eleven powerful vampires.
Gunfire sounded as the humans caught sight of them racing toward them.
Sorin pushed forward using his vampiric speed. He arrived at the first human, gutting him with his dagger. His dagger dug deep inside the human who howled. Sorin swiped his other arm and sliced the man’s throat.
Sorin bared his fangs and kicked the man down to the ground. He fell, choking on his blood that was pooling in his mouth. His feet kicked frantically as he drowned in his own blood.
It wouldn’t take him long to die.
More of the hunters poured from the building.
Sorin saw red.
An intense rage overtook him.
He flew to the next male that came at him with a wooden stake raised in the air.
“Die, vampire!” the man shouted.
Sorin’s movements were quick and steady. The human screamed in agony while Sorin drove his dagger into the man’s heart.
Desperation to get to his mate and ensure she was safe filled him.
He was quickly losing the little bit of control he had.
He met the eyes of the dying man and gave him a sinister smile, showing off his massive fangs. Sorin wanted to ensure the human knew that the one thing he hunted would be the last face he saw.
The man’s eyes widened, and a hollow scream erupted from his lips. Sorin sank his fangs into his throat. He gorged on the free-flowing blood. Fear and adrenaline made his heartbeat race, therefore pushing the blood through the open artery faster.
The copper tinge of the thick fluid burst into his mouth as he drank his fill. Sorin gulped, drinking as much as he wanted without a care of the life he was taking.
He yanked the knife from the human and pushed him out of the way.
“Clay Weber!” Sorin’s roar echoed through the canyon. The rush of drinking fresh blood rippled through his body.
His muscles strained. He stepped forward toward the next idiot making his way to Sorin with a raised gun.
There was one human he wanted.
The man who’d dared to take his woman.
Sorin flipped his dagger in his hand and gripped it by the tip and threw it at the human. It pierced the man’s forehead, stopping him in his tracks.
Shock lined his face. He fell to his knees, blood dripping from his mouth and sliding along his face from the wound in his head.
Sorin stalked to the man, gripped the handle of his knife, and pulled it free.
He ignored the body falling to the ground as he took in the scene before him. His vampires were making quick work of the humans.
Linkin was kneeling on the ground drinking from a hunter. Sorin shot his gaze across the yard. Deuce snapped the neck of a human.
