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  Taken as Theirs

  By

  Kryssie Fortune

  Copyright © 2019 by Stormy Night Publications and Kryssie Fortune

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  Fortune, Kryssie

  Taken as Theirs

  Cover Design by Korey Mae Johnson

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  This book is intended for adults only. Spanking and other sexual activities represented in this book are fantasies only, intended for adults.

  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright Page

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Epilogue

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  Chapter One

  The wind howled off the sea and rattled the window. Wrists shackled to the belt padlocked around her waist, Cassie had spent the week shivering and hungry. Apart from her jailer, she’d seen no one. Given that the vampires kept her naked, she saw that as a good thing.

  By day, she looked out over the gray North Sea. By night, she huddled beneath a thin blanket on the bed, unable to get comfortable or warm. Her only contact was with a sadistic vampire female who brought her food. Cassie hated her the most.

  Each day, Vampirella—as Cassie had named her—brought her one sparse meal. She always put the food tray on the floor as if feeding a dog. Cassie had to get down on all fours and eat from a bowl. She prayed her human genes would make her future babies kinder than her heartless jailer.

  The last time she delivered a meal, Vampirella had smirked, “You’re to be the star lot in tomorrow’s vampire-only auction.”

  Cassie had tried not to react, but her appetite had fled. Not that her fully human family could afford to buy her back, but she’d hoped they’d try. Thanks to life on a remote smallholding, she’d led a comfortable but isolated life.

  Whenever their solar cells, water filters, or wind turbines broke, Cassie helped fix them. Thanks to her father’s lessons, she’d become an excellent mechanical engineer. The vampires didn’t give a damn about that, though. To them, she was a walking womb—a potential breeder in an infertile world.

  The door opened, and two ancient crones shuffled in. Their complexions were chalky, their faces as wrinkled as leather that had been in the sun too long. Heads down, shoulders slumped, they looked worn down and weary.

  A platoon of anemic-looking maids followed. One carried a tin bath and the others had buckets of warm water. Once the bath was half full, the maids left. Cassie thought the vampires had sucked their life out of them. She hated how the undead used humans as cattle.

  One crone tested the water and nodded. “In you get.”

  Tonight, representatives from the vampire clans would ogle her naked body. They’d bid for her virginity and the right to impregnate her. The shame of it crucified her inside.

  Thank goodness they hadn’t taken her sisters as well as her. One breeder was worth a fortune. Three would have drawn every vampire in England to Scarborough Castle.

  She sat in the tepid water and let her aged attendants bathe her. One poured lukewarm water over her shoulders. “Let’s hope a decent clan buys you. The Keeper’s doubled his normal ale delivery from the werewolves. He must be expecting a high price to splurge like that.”

  The second woman put her hand to her neck, aware the world’s new ruling class would feed from her later. Her voice dropped so low Cassie could barely hear. “Over thirty clans have sent representatives. At least it’s a vampire-only auction, no werewolves allowed.”

  Thanks to the plagues, the paranormal species hidden among humankind had emerged from the shadows. It seemed unfair that they survived the diseases that had wiped out most of humanity. With their recuperative powers, vampires, Lycans, and demons had become the dominant species. Their males had come through the plagues unscathed, but most females, whatever their origins, were infertile now.

  The crones helped her out of the bath before drying and perfuming her body. One gave her arm a comforting squeeze. “You’re a beauty, love.”

  The other rubbed a towel through her mop of blonde hair. Next, she neatened the edges of Cassie’s home-done pixie cut. While she worked, the second crone collected a short iron bar with cuffs welded on each end.

  They swapped Cassie’s wet leather restraints for the cold metal ones. The bar ran behind her back, pulling her arms into an unnatural position. A dull ache started in her deltoid muscles and she rolled her shoulders.

  Thoughts of facing the mob in the Great Hall made Cassie bug-eyed with terror. “Once a clan buys me, things will get better, won’t they?”

  The crones looked away, unable to give the reassurance she craved. Eyes down, voice low, one finally answered, “Don’t bank on it, child. You’re a walking incubator to creatures like them.”

  A little reassurance would have gone a long way. She’d lost her home, her family, and her freedom. Next, she’d lose her dignity then her babies.

  One of her attendants fastened a collar around her neck. “Best empty your bladder. Goodness knows when you’ll get the chance again.”

  In public? No way. Cassie shook her head. The crones took pity on her and waited in the corridor. When they returned, one of them wiped a flannel between her legs. “Can’t have you soiled before the auction.”

  The second woman clipped two leads to the collar and they led her downstairs. “Best not speak now, love, or they’ll silence you with a gag.”

  Shaking with fear, Cassie let them lead her to the Great Hall. Before the apocalypse, she’d visited Scarborough Castle with her family. She’d loved the history and the ruins. She’d never expected the local vampire hierarchy to rebuild the place. That childhood visit seemed like a century ago.

  Tapestries hung on the walls, and candles lit the room. Cassie could have rigged a wind turbine or solar panel to give them electric light. As a woman who loved to feel the sun on her face, she couldn’t understand why vampires loved murky corners.

  The crones clipped the leashes to a metal frame on a small dais at the front of the Great Hall. It felt like every male in the room touched her breasts or sniffed her cunny.

  A hulking vampire with muscles like a bodybuilder squeezed her breasts. When she gave a pained squeal, he laughed and whacked her arse. The force of it left a handprint on pale flesh. Cassie almost choked as the blow pushed her forward and her collar yanked her back.

  “Silence her,” the Keeper commanded.

  The crones rushed forward and fastened a metal gag like a horse bit in her mouth. Cassie’s control crumbled. Tears ran down her cheeks and her shoulders shook in misery. She prayed her sisters never faced a
night like this.

  More prospective buyers crammed into the room. “What sort of gathering runs out of ale?” a voice at the back demanded.

  The Keeper beckoned one of the crones to his side. “Tell the brewers I’ll buy every barrel of ale on their sailing barge, but we need it now.”

  Eyes closed, Cassie thought of her small room in her parents’ remote smallholding. She’d give anything to be back there now. When the door opened again, she thought yet more vampires had come to grope her. Instead, the best-looking man she’d ever seen swaggered into the room, a barrel of ale perched on his shoulder.

  Tall, with dirty blond hair that kissed his shoulders, he was all rippling muscles and golden skin. His eyes glowed with amber lights and his broad lips begged her to run her tongue around them. Thoughts of kissing him like crazy ran through her head, keeping her sane.

  That barrel must weigh more than her, but he manhandled it with ease. Looking at him, she felt as though a firework exploded between her legs. Tingles spread from her cunny to her womb as she concentrated on his movements. She’d never seen anything so sexy as his inbuilt swagger, but he wasn’t human either.

  His easy grin showed the points of his fangs. Werewolf! He was a cold-hearted killer with the face of an angel. He paused and sniffed the air, then set the barrel down. “I’ll run back to the barge and bring more.”

  Turning away, he elbowed his way to the door. Pausing, he stared at Cassie as if memorizing her face. When he left the room, Cassie felt bereft.

  * * *

  Eli Silverback’s nose twitched. Whatever the vampires were serving, it smelled amazing. Maybe they should kidnap the cook as well as the breeder. He inhaled deeply as he carried a fresh barrel of ale inside. Then he saw her.

  Naked, leashed, and gagged, tears ran down her cheeks. Her scent filled his lungs, tantalizing and enthralling. His inner wolf howled inside him, possessive and hungry, eager to claim its mate. He felt her distress in his bones.

  Beneath her tearstains and terror, a beautiful blonde pixie lurked. Her breasts were the perfect size for a man’s hands. The way her hips flared from her hand-span waist was the stuff of his dreams. Her soft curves made him want to drape her over silk sheets and screw her senseless.

  He’d not expected this tiny blonde breeder to trigger his wolf’s primal need to protect and provide. His balls tightened and his chest ached. He’d get her out of this vampire hellhole, bathe her, and pamper her—right after he’d fucked her.

  The Keeper crooked a bony finger in his direction. Obeying his command gave Eli a chance to move closer to the breeder. Her clear blue eyes made him think of bluebells carpeting the forest floor. He hated that they sported red rims and were awash with despairing tears.

  His wolf snarled inside him, demanding he free her. No woman should endure what the breeder was going through—especially one who called to him on a cellular level.

  Fingers tapping on the arm of his makeshift throne, the Keeper glared at Eli. “Bring another two barrels of ale. Things won’t go well for you if we run out again.”

  Eli bristled at the autocratic tone, but he kept his head down as he elbowed his way back through the crowd. He hated leaving anyone at the mercy of the blood-drinkers, let alone the forlorn beauty on the dais. The need to comfort and love her burned like a wildfire in his soul, but he needed to get her out of there first.

  He and his littermate, Dane had come to claim the breeder, but the Keeper’s new rules made it a vampire-only auction. Not that his pack—the Dark Moon Prowlers—believed in slavery. They’d buy her, free her, and persuade her to have werewolf babies. Since they couldn’t bid for her, Dane and Eli had planned to acquire her once her new owner took her from the castle.

  Eli’s hackles rose, and his monstrous wolf clawed at his chest, lost in its urgent need to claim her. Failing that, it wanted to rip the vampire heads from vampire bodies. Trample them. Claw them. Kill them and claim her. It was time to rethink their plans.

  Sprinting over the drawbridge, he freed the monstrous wolf that shared his soul. His limbs stretched and thickened. His face stretched into animalistic lines. As his torso widened and his muscles quadrupled and continued to grow, his clothes ripped like the Incredible Hulk’s. The transformation was over in seconds.

  Racing down the steep cliff, he headed to the eighteenth-century harbor. Dane met him on the quayside. “You’re supposed to be keeping the blood-drinking bastards sweet. Did you check out the breeder?”

  Eli’s bones popped back to human size, and his fangs receded. Fully human and unashamedly naked, he grinned at his littermate. As always, guilt festered inside him when he looked at the scars etched in Dane’s right cheek. “The poor breeder’s misery makes my soul ache. They have her leashed, bound, and gagged while prospective buyers grope her tits. We need to get her out of there before any undead freak does more than touch her. And the bloody Keeper wants more ale.”

  Dane shook his head. “If you were a cartoon, your eyes would pop out on stalks and your heart would beat outside your chest. I wish I had a firkin of ale for every woman you thought was the one.”

  Glaring at his brother, Eli growled, “We get her out of there tonight, or we die trying.”

  Chapter Two

  Cassie’s gag muffled the sobs racking her body. Bound and leashed, she felt exposed and vulnerable. Terrified too. Her thighs turned to jelly and she prayed she didn’t throw up.

  As the vampires quaffed the werewolf-brewed ale, the Great Hall grew rowdy. Perhaps the Keeper thought the crowd would bid more if they overindulged. Either way, Cassie hated the ribald comments.

  “I’ll screw you until you walk bowlegged.”

  “We’ll pass her around the clan until she’s begging for it.”

  “I can’t wait to screw her then watch every male in the clan do the same.”

  Somehow, she’d become a commodity they could buy and sell. She hated that. Hated the vampires with a soul-deep loathing, too. Shaking, and resigned to becoming some vampire clan’s sex toy, she prayed none of those three bought her, not that the other clans would treat her any better.

  Travelers had told her family of fierce interspecies battles. The demons were fewer in number, but they possessed weapons the others didn’t. They’d forced through a treaty to end the interspecies war. Now the vampires ruled the north of England while werewolves controlled the south. Some demons clustered around the derelict nuclear power stations. Rumor said most prowled the Scottish Highlands.

  Knowing a werewolf walked the castle should have terrified Cassie. Instead, she wanted to run her hands through his hair or stroke his chest. Her needs fueled a new hunger inside her. She craved his hands on her body or his legs tangled with hers.

  Shocked by her attraction to a monster, she craved another glimpse of him. Her newly developed Lycan fixation appalled her, but he was the one good thing in her nightmare week. Fresh waves of despair swamped her as he walked away.

  The vampires crammed into the Great Hall used humans as cattle to feed from or to bed when bored. They should treasure every fertile woman they found. Instead, they tormented and tortured them until their bodies broke from the strain.

  The room fell silent when the Keeper took the stage. “Welcome, gentlemen. You’ve already examined the merchandise. To recap, she’s young, fertile, and she’s never been screwed. How much am I bid for this virgin breeder?”

  Cassie closed her eyes, trying to block out the sea of bodies packing the hall. Their red eyes, cold skin, and sadistic natures would terrify any surviving humans. They sure as hell put the fear of god into her.

  Every vampire here planned to buy her for their clan to impregnate and abuse. Her stomach sank, and sour bile burned her throat. Lightheaded and dizzy, she struggled to stay conscious. If she fainted, her collar would choke her.

  Vampires all possessed skin so pale it seemed translucent, or so she thought. Before this week, she’d hardly seen any. Now she stood naked and tethered in a room full of them.
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br />   The Keeper was too greedy to care about having children, and he didn’t give a damn about her welfare. He wanted the money her fertile womb would bring. “So, gentlemen, what am I bid?”

  The one who’d complained at the lack of beer bid first. The next bid came from the brute who’d squeezed her breasts and whacked her arse. Soon vampires throughout the room were shouting out numbers.

  The poorer clans dropped out within minutes. That left booze boy and the butt whacker going head to head to possess her. Cassie whimpered behind her gag, already loathing the pair of them.

  When the bidding reached five-hundred gold, booze boy dropped out. The bottom-whacker grinned so wide his fangs gleamed in the candlelight. With that last bid, Cassie was his.

  The Keeper rose to his feet and applauded. “Sold to Marco for five-hundred gold. Good luck and good fucking, my friend.”

  * * *

  With a sardonic smile, Dane stared at his unscarred twin and shrugged. “You and pretty women are never a good mix. Remember when we visited the Black Cardinal pack? Kissing Nyssa on the eve of her betrothal was never going to end well.”

  Eli shrugged. “This is different. The breeder’s hair shines like moonlight on the ocean, and her eyes are bluer than the sea on the sunniest day. For a tiny little thing, she has curves you won’t believe. I’ve never seen anyone like her. Warn the crew to be ready to sail as soon as we liberate her while I grab some clothes and hire a cart to haul more ale. Meanwhile, I’ll figure out how to get her out of there.”

  Dane’s sigh said his brother was a sucker for damsels in distress. “I’ll tag along when you deliver the ale. That way I can stop you doing something stupid.”

  Eli rushed into the cabin of their seagoing barge and grabbed fresh clothes. Dane collected four barrels of ale. When his brother joined him, both Lycans hoisted a barrel on each shoulder. Deciding to forgo the bullock cart, they strode up the almost vertical cliff to the castle as easily as they strolled the harbor wall.

  Dane growled. “We steal her after the auction when her new owner is taking her to his clan. That’s the plan, and as far as I’m concerned, it’s set in stone.”