ULRICH 3
“Tor,” I bellow as I rush out of the house, relieved when I see him walking up the path to the front door. Anastasia in my arms convulsing, I can feel her body in my arms shaking, getting worse by the minute.
“What the fuck?” Tor mutters as he sees us.
“She’s mine, she’s fucking mine.” I know I must seem like a complete idiot but she’s in my arms convulsing what the hell must I do? Aren’t mates supposed to know what to do to help their mates? Maybe I’m wrong, maybe she’s not mine. I look down at her and see her eyes closed, her complexion milky white, and I’m frozen like an idiot.
“Ulrich look at me,” Tor snaps, my eyes rise to meet his, he has stopped a couple of feet away from us his eyes intense as he looks at me. “Now take a breath and calm down, all your woman needs is your blood.” Blood, of course how the hell did I forget that? Stepping back, I take a seat on the step to the house before raising my wrist to my mouth and tearing at it with my teeth.
“Anastasia, open up,” I mutter as I place my wrist near her lips, “It’s all going to be okay now.” A couple of drops coat her lips and enter her mouth. “Swallow,” I mutter. It takes a little while, but she finally starts to calm. I take in a deep breath feeling the air rushing into my lungs, looking up I see Tor is still standing where he was, his arms crossed as he waits.
We should have picked the women up and been out of here by now, but he waited until I calmed Anastasia. I nod thanking him, I can still feel my hand shaking from the adrenalin rushing through my body. I haven’t felt that type of adrenalin in a very long time. A grin splits across his face, and then he throws back his head and roars with laughter. Dane comes to stand behind him, a surprised look on his face.
“I don’t see where the joke is,” I mutter.
“The joke is that you can go to the next party, your life has just become a lot more interesting and I don’t want to miss any of it,” Tor says with a grin as he inclines his head towards Anastasia in my arms.
“She will be good,” I mutter only to hear Haldor snort as he walks past me, looking up I glare at him as he shoulder bumps Tor with a grin.
“The way she was back chatting me in there, he has just met his match.” I glare at Haldor. She was simply scared, and what the hell am I thinking I’m not going to keep her. I look down at her and feel a sense of familiarity, a feeling of belonging that I haven’t felt before. Shit, I need to get away from her and quickly.
“Ulrich get her in that van, I think it’s the one they used. We will dispose of it later.” I look over at the van and then at Haldor, I’m about to tell Haldor to take her but a feeling of anger overwhelms me at the thought of him touching her. Damn, I stand moving towards the van where I see that Colborn has already placed the other woman. Placing her on her back on the floor of the van I start to straighten only to find her fingers holding onto my t-shirt, she must be scared, out of her mind, we should kill every single one of those assholes inside but I know that Tor will want to question them first.
“You want to drive brother?” Colborn asks as he walks past, I gently undo her fingers stroking them before placing her hand next to her.
“No, you drive. I will stay here to help with the interrogations.” Colborn stops and turns to look at me, a frown on his face.
“I thought she was your mate,” he says
“She is, but maybe if I don’t take her blood the bond will just simmer until we are ready to commit to each other.” At my statement, Colborn’s eyebrows rise in surprise and then he shakes his head.
“You know that’s not going to happen don’t you, the mating has already started, and the feelings of urgency will simply grow the longer you leave it.” At his statement I grunt, not everyone is the same, maybe ours will simmer for a while. I shrug as I turn to walk back inside, I see Colborn shake his head as he walks towards the driver’s seat.
Tor raises a brow when he sees me walking in, he is leaning against one of the walls seeing Dane questioning the one guy. “Like that is it?” he asks as I come to stand next to him
“I’m just not ready,” I mutter.
“Well, I hate to tell you this, but you better hurry up and get ready because from what I hear it doesn’t give you much of a choice.” I know what he says is true but I’m not ready to hang up my single status yet, so instead of answering I simply shrug. “You just prolonging the inevitable, and from what I’ve heard it’s not too bad being mated.” At his statement, I look at him with an unbelievable expression.
“Really, you are telling me that being mated is fine. You Tor that swears by being single.” He grins and then winks.
“I’m telling you what I’ve heard, I’m not telling you how I feel about it, but to be honest I think she will be good for you.”
“You are joking?” I state looking at him suspiciously
“No, you are spiralling out-of-control Ulrich. You think I don’t know about the rotation of woman that goes through your room, or the fights you are getting into. You are losing your cool more than normal, it’s not just because of the life we lead, it’s because something is missing that you can’t fill the void of and you are filling it with the wrong things.” He lifts his arm placing his hand on my shoulder as he looks directly at me, “I believe that she has come at the right time, because I was thinking of sending your ass to Draco.”
“I’m fine,” I mutter but I know that what he is saying is true, but I’m not one to be controlled or leashed into submission like a woman might want to do. An image of Anastasia fills my mind which has me instantly hard, her delicate features laying against my chest so defenceless. The knowledge that she has been through a hard time at the hands of these bastards has my fury rising.
“Let me go at them,” I mutter, looking at the other men in one of the corners of the room.
“No,” I glance at Tor in surprise
“Why not?”
“Because I can feel your anger and I would rather have them tell us what they know then you kill them outright,” I grunt and move towards where Dane is questioning the asshole that thinks it’s okay to take women from their lives into this.
“How many places like this are there?” Dane asks only to have the guy spit, Dane smiles and then he is pulling back his arm and punches him in the gut that has the guy snapping forward as he fights for breath. “Let’s try again, how many more places like this are there?”