Lost Star, Hawke, Morgan [novel24 .TXT] 📗

found and destroyed. Once its mission had been accomplished, the last string of code activated, reversing the transformation and killing its host in the process, leaving the victim to take the blame for the killing spree.

Ravnos narrowed his gaze and adjusted his eyesight to see through the smoky haze. Someone in that hallway had provided the activation code, and he had a damned good idea who.

A Skeldhi man in decorative armor, a sword in one hand and a long dagger in the other, hurtled backward past the doors of the lift, his white hair flying like a flag. The man slammed into the wall and collapsed on the carpeted floor. He gasped for breath and shoved his long hair from his blood-spattered face with a gloved hand, leaving scarlet smears in his wake. Snarling something unintelligible, he rose on unsteady feet, then marched back toward the fight, passing close by the open doors of the lift.

The barest trace of the scent of the man’s anger-sweat brushed past Ravnos’s sensitive nose. He stiffened. He knew that scent. Seht! Fire sparked at the base of his skull. The world slowed down around him. His gaze narrowed on the man passing less than an arm’s length away, the edges of his vision fading to a blur. With careless ease, he sheathed his weapons and reached out with his right hand to grab a handful of white hair, pulling Seht’s head back. His left arm looped around the man’s throat, tipping him backward to tumble into the lift and into his arms.

Seht snarled and swung one hand down, jabbing his long dagger backward. A nasty screech announced the blade’s contact with the deflection field cast by the scarab Ravnos wore on his belt.

The world slammed back into normal speed, and Ravnos gasped in shock. What the hell had he just done? Of all the stupid, moronic, lamebrain, idiotic, and suicidal things to do!

Seht screamed and fought, kicking out with both feet.

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Shit! Ravnos struggled to keep his balance while holding the struggling Skeldhi.

He was forced to release the man’s hair so he could clamp that arm around Seht’s body, trapping his arms and the sword and dagger he held.

Seht’s foot slammed into the lift’s control panel, swinging them both into an inadvertent twist.

Ravnos’s back slammed into the lift wall with a metallic crunch. His breath woofed from his lungs, but he held tight to the kicking and bucking Skeldhi prince.

However, now that he had him, what in Bleeding Fate was he supposed to do with him?

He eyed the open lift doors. I suppose I could just throw him back out…

The doors closed, and the lift shuddered into movement.

Ravnos winced. Or not.

“Human, you will die for this!” Seht threw his head back, clearly attempting a headbutt.

Ravnos dodged the headbutt and bared his teeth. Seht still didn’t know him. He should have felt relieved, but for some monumentally stupid reason that he just couldn’t fathom, it seriously pissed him off. He snarled right against Seht’s ear. “Pity I’m not human, eh?”

Seht froze.

Ravnos used that tiny pause to twist hard, turning them both completely around and smashing Seht into the wall.

Seht turned his head to the right, barely in time to save his face, and choked. He sucked in a ragged breath. “What…?”

Ravnos growled in frustration. He was pressed right up against the man, but he couldn’t feel a damned thing. The scarab’s deflection field wouldn’t let him actually make contact with Seht’s body. He released Seht’s throat to reach down to his belt and thumb the device off. Abruptly, his chest pressed into the man’s solidly armored back, but his pelvis and his cock made full and glorious contact with Seht’s firm backside.

Erotic fire seared him all the way up the back of his skull. A soft gasp escaped him. Heat flooded him and raced downward, filling his cock at breathtaking speed. He groaned in sheer lust. Seht’s sleek, muscular ass felt so damned good. He nosed under Seht’s hair to breathe in the scent of his skin. Bloody Fate, he smells fantastic.

Seht twisted hard and snapped at him, venomous saliva dripping from his bared fangs. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

Ravnos’s gaze locked on the exposed right side of Seht’s throat and the gentle pulse under the pale skin. “Here’s a clue.” He opened his mouth and clamped down hard on the side of Seht’s neck. His fangs had been filed down, but the force of his bite was more than strong enough to break the tender skin. Sweet copper slid across his tongue. He released his bite to lap at the tears his front teeth had left behind.

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Seht shuddered in Ravnos’s arms, and his eyes widened. “Venom?” His dark pupils dilated wide, the blue pushed back to become little more than slender rings around pits of darkness. “Your scent…rehkyt?”

He couldn’t help but grin. “Surprise.”

“Who…?” Seht twisted hard to face Ravnos.

Ravnos let him turn around but grabbed Seht’s wrists, pinning his hands above his head, the weapons splaying against the lift wall. He shoved a knee between Seht’s legs and pressed inward. The unmistakable bulge of Seht’s heavily aroused cocks pressed right up against his own erection. The raw pleasure forced a groan from his throat.

Seht didn’t struggle, merely looked up at the taller and broader male. His gaze narrowed on Ravnos’s face, clearly searching for something. “You can’t be… But your scent…” His eyes widened, and his lips parted. His spoke in the softest of whispers.

“Aubrey?”

Ravnos smiled. “Long time no see.”

“Mother Night…” Seht lunged up on his toes to press his mouth against Ravnos’s.

Ravnos parted his lips to engage Seht in an eager and ferocious biting kiss, teeth clicking against teeth, tongue battling tongue. This… this was what he’d been waiting for. He angled his head, pressing Seht back against the wall, belly to belly, grinding his erection against Seht’s. The rich musk of lust