"Janrae Frank - Dark Brothers of the Light 01 - Blood Rites" - читать интересную книгу автора (Frank Janrae)

hands on the altar. Anksha studied the dead woman, brushed back a
string of blond hair matted with blood. "Pretty. Send the body to my
sanguiner to be properly drained for my bottles."
"Is this the creature?" A sa'necari cried, raising power to strike at
Anksha.
"I wouldn't," Hoon said, prodding him with the point of his blade
and making his presence known. He extended his free hand, letting his
secondary nails emerge from beneath his primaries like claws,
dripping Lemyari venom. The watchers whirled, noticing the vampire
lord for the first time.
Anksha did a turn on the balls of her feet, making her skirts swirl
and triggered her primal scent glands. She hit the one who had
suggested attacking her in the face with the full force of her
pheromones.
He dropped to his knees sobbing and writhing, "Bite me! Bite me."
"Not yet." Anksha bent and stroked his face. "Soon. What is your
name?"
"Gareth." He opened his tunic, offering his neck, his expression full
of longing.
Mephistis watched her, his eyes wide with terror. She was tearing
apart his little coven and there was nothing he could do to stop her.
Her nearness had set off the Presence Pain and he hurt throughout his
being, his nerve endings, his muscles, his neural and mage netsтАУall of
him hurt, burned and ached. He released the altar and eased off it,
doubling over as his souring stomach felt ready to spew its contents
on the floor.
"Kill one for me, Mephistis," Anksha said, her casual tone belying
the savagery with which she snapped the dominance-link awake in his
mind and body. The dominance-link, which she had placed within
every fiber of his being with her first bite months past, blazed like fire
in his veins, his neutral and mage nets. She could bring him to heel,
break him entirely, or persuade him to acts he normally found
unthinkable.
Mephistis' eyes glazed, and his lips parted, allowing a trickle of
stolen blood to run from the corner of his mouth. He seized the nearest
sa'necari before the mon could move, dragging him close. The prince's
fangs extended and he sank them into the hapless sa'necari's throat,
sucking the blood, life, and stolen souls out of him. His victim
convulsed in his grip, and then stilled. Mephistis let the corpse fall
against the table and slip to the floor while he eyed the others, ready
to turn on them also should Anksha command it.
Anksha smiled. She strolled past the rest, regarding them, wafting
her Circean fragrance across them as she passed. The littlest one
collapsed, whimpering like an abused puppy before her conquering
sensuality. This would not be a gradual game. There would be no
more talk of rebellion. She sniffed them, nostrils flaring, smelling
their power. When she had determined which of them was nearest to
Mephistis in strength, she rubbed against him smiling. He shivered,
his body reacting to her power.
"What is your name?" she asked, her eyes meeting his. Her breasts