Queen of My Immortal Heart

Chapter 13 **Trigger Warning! This chapter contains r**e! Reader Discretion strongly advised!

Mortimer looked up from sucking on Nicole’s breasts and gave her a wicked grin. “I’m ready to taste you, my succulent flower.” He said, his voice husky. His eyes had turned a deep red with his lust. Only turned vampires did that and it made him look even more evil. Nicole coughed and threw her head side to side until she managed to dislodge the rag from her mouth. “Don't you dare.” Nicole said, her words weak. The soapy water from the cloth had dried her throat out even more. Mortimer chuckled. “Or you’ll do what, Nicoleta? Burn yourself again?” he asked calmly. Nicole looked up at him, all her anger and tears would make her eyes shine like silver mirrors; which she hoped would intimidate him enough to stop. She knew it wouldn't, though. Mortimer slowly kissed down her body and knelt between her legs, his beefy hands forcing her thighs apart farther and holding them out at an odd, painful angle. He kissed up one of her inner thighs and down the other, skipping her core. Nicole slammed her head back on the marble, her vision whiting out for a split second from the impact. She refused to watch him violate her. It was bad enough she had to feel it. They both knew he was in control and that knowledge was torturing Nicole. With the first stroke of his tongue on her, Nicole’s hips bucked off the table. “No! Stop it, you disgusting pig!” Nicole shouted angrily, tears flowing down her cheeks. Mortimer ignored her and continued to lick her most intimate parts. Each stroke of his tongue made Nicole want to die. She doubted Luke had even heard her and that girl had a long way to go to reach him in Romania. There was no way he’d get there in time to stop Mortimer before he could r**e her. Mortimer put his right middle finger in his mouth, then shoved it deep inside Nicole's unwilling body, making her cry out in pain and shock. “You love my touch. You are wet, hot, and ready for me.” Mortimer said quietly, sounding too pleased with himself and looking up at her. “I will never love your touch, Mortimer.” Nicole said angrily. “You disgust me!” “Your body tells me a different story, Nicoleta.” Mortimer said, pulling out his finger and showing it to her. It was glistening with her essence. Nicole laid her head back down again and cried silently as Mortimer continued to lick and probe her. She prayed for anything to just come and kill her now so she wouldn't have to deal with this misery anymore. What would Luke say when he found out? How would he see her after her body was defiled by Mortimer? Would he call off their engagement and leave her in disgust? It wasn't her fault, but it was still disgusting, nonetheless. After what seemed like forever to Nicole, Mortimer moved up, pressing his swollen member to her entrance. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he said, an evil grin on his face. He positioned himself and plunged hard and deep into her body. Nicole felt a hot searing pain as his large member ripped through her unwilling maidenhead and she let out another ear piercing scream. “You are so tight and your virgin blood smells so intoxicating,” Mortimer purred, ignoring her screams as he thrust hard in and out of her body. Nicole sobbed as wave after wave of pain washed over her with each thrust. She closed her eyes to the horror of what was happening to her body and silently prayed for death. She would never be able to face Luke after this. All of a sudden, a shot rang out and Mortimer went very still

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Luke pressed his ear to the door and heard voices on the other side. He tried to make them out, but they were muffled through the thick stone door. Then, Luke heard an ear piercing scream that shook the entire place and made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. Dust fell from the low ceiling on him and his pack. Luke knew that scream had come from Nicole. He felt an unbelievable rage course through his body. What were they doing to her in there? His wolf screamed to get out, to protect its mate. Luke couldn't allow that right now. He had to think clearly. He c****d his gun and pressed the button to open the door. As it slowly and silently slid open, Luke stepped into the huge chamber and looked around, gun pointed. Then, his eyes fell on the most horrible sight he could ever have imagined. Mortimer was on top of Nicole, plowing hard and fast in and out of her body as she cried in pain. He was raping her and there was nothing she could do because she was shackled to a big marble table with silver shackles. Then Luke saw all the blood. Nicole’s blood. It was running down her thighs and over the table, slowly dripping off the side to the floor. That bastard must have ripped into her tiny body and destroyed her maidenhead like it was tissue paper. Luke's inner wolf wanted to roar with his rage and rip Mortimer apart for touching his precious mate. Instead, he inched closer to the table on silent feet, took aim, and shot Mortimer square in the back. Mortimer went very still and Nicole screamed again as the shot rang out. The whole room fell deathly silent for a moment, then Mortimer’s limb body fell over onto the floor, crumpling to dust before it hit. The silver bullet had done its job. “Luke!” Nicole cried, her happiness at seeing him shinning in her bright, wet eyes. “Nicole,” Luke breathed and rushed to her side. “You heard me,” she cried, more tears running down her cheeks. “Yes, my love. I heard you.” Luke said calmly as he looked over her bloody legs and hips, then he picked up the wet rag she’d spit out. His stomach threatened to loss its contents as he gently washed her precious blood from her thighs. He gently placed it to her womanhood and felt her jump and hiss in a breath, but from pain or cold he couldn't tell. He dropped the bloody rag and released her hands. Thank God silver didn't hurt him unless he was shot with it. Even then, it was only a bad reaction, not toxic like it was to vampires, unless it went through his heart. “How did you know which pyramid to come to?” she asked, sitting up as he moved down the table to unshackle her ankles. “You’re friend, Savannah, told me. Your father’s soldiers found her running through the dessert and brought her back to Malkar’s base camp.” Luke explained, examining the burns on her ankles and wrists. “Savannah? So that’s what her name was.” Nicole said thoughtfully. “Lucard had sent her in here to wash me for Mortimer.....” she choked back a sob as the memory came flooding back. She cleared her throat and continued. “I took over her mind. I sent her to find you and told her to run like the hounds of hell were on her heels.” Luke chuckled. “That explains why she was such a mess. Now please lay down and let me look at the damage, Nicole” he said softly and moved down her body to examine her woman's flesh more closely. She hesitated a brief second, then laid down again. “You will need blood soon, my love. That bastard tore you badly, but it should heal in your death sleep. I should have the witches bring him back to life so I can kill him again.” Nicole touched his cheek and he turned to look at her. Luke’s heart melted when he saw her beautiful smile through the bruises on her face and watched her as she reached for him. He should be more concerned for her right now, not killing Mortimer again. The pain she felt and her humiliation was clear on her pale face. He look around and spotted a towel that Savannah had brought in to dry Nicole with. He grabbed it and wrapped it around her gently, securing it above her breasts. He picked her up in his arms and hugged her close, savoring the feel of her in his arms again. They fit together so perfectly. His inner wolf agreed and relished having their mate so close again. Then, the door upstairs slammed open. Nicole jumped and Luke turned, gun raised. “Don’t shoot, Wolf.” Cameron said as he came down the last stair and saw Luke’s gun pointed at him. “Sorry, Cameron. I thought you were Lucard.” Luke said, putting the gun back in his belt holster. “No, he got away before we could reach him, the coward. We killed about fifty of his minions though.” Cameron explained, pulling the pack off his shoulder. “Damn him!” Luke yelled, making Nicole jump, then wince in pain. “Sorry, Luke. We’ll find him, don’t worry. The important thing is we have the Queen and she’s safe now.” Cameron said, smiling and bowing before Nicole. She blushed and nodded at him. “Thank you for all your help, General Cullen.” she said sweetly, but in a Queenly voice. “My pleasure, your majesty.” Cameron said. Luke felt like strangling Cameron. He was flirting with his fiance’. She knew it too, but she was being proper instead of flirting back. That made Luke feel a little better. “What’s in the pack?” Luke asked, shifting Cameron’s attention away from Nicole. “Oh, we found the Queen’s dress, cape, and rings in Lucard’s bedchamber.” Cameron explained, pulling out her belongings from his bag. “Oh, thank you,” Nicole breathed a sigh of relief. Then, she grew still. “Luke,” she whispered. Luke looked down just in time to catch her expression. She was even paler and then, she fainted and her body went limp in his arms. All of a sudden, he felt something hot and sticky on his inner arm. He looked down her body and realized it was blood, her blood. The towel was soaked underneath her and coming up between her legs to stain the front of the towel too. “Is she alright? What happened?” Cameron asked, putting her stuff back in his bag and rushing over to help Luke. “That bastard Mortimer r***d her before we could get to her. She’s hurt bad and lost a lot of blood already and is bleeding still.” Luke said angrily, looking down into Nicole’s pale face again. “Then let’s get her back to camp quickly,” Cameron said, swinging is pack on his back. “You’re pack is waiting out front with my men and the soldiers.” Luke shifted Nicole in his arms and followed Cameron up the dark stairway and out the door. As they entered the upper chamber, Luke noticed the expensive décor. Lucard had obviously been using this pyramid as a hide out for quite some time. There were hand woven Persian rugs on the stone floors, lavish furnishing, and large golden wall sconces that held flaming torches for light. Luke followed Cameron out of the pyramid into the cold, dessert night. The fresh air felt good to Luke, but he knew it was far too cool to have Nicole wrapped in nothing but a towel. “Go get the trucks!” Luke shouted the order to the soldiers, as he and Cameron approached them. “Our Queen needs to get back to camp quickly.” The soldiers zipped off at vampire speed to do as they were told. Good thing the trucks had been left only a half mile away. Luke turned to his pack. “Good work, men. Go down below and get Mortimer’s dust and bring it up. We’ll take it back with us. Their majesties will want proof that he’s dead.” he explained. His men ran back into the pyramid to carry out his orders. “How is she?” Cameron asked when they were alone again. His demons had traced back to the camp to inform Malkar of their victory and to prepare for their arrival. “She’s shaking. It’s too cold out here for her to be in nothing but this towel.” Luke said, looking at her limp body in his arms. She was getting paler by the minute the bruises on her beautiful faces turning deeper purple. If she didn’t get fresh blood soon, she wouldn’t make it. Luke’s heart squeezed in his chest at the thought. Just as the trucks pulled up, Luke’s men came out. They had put Mortimer’s ashes in a jar and carried it proudly with them. “Good work. Throw it in the back.” he told them, then climbed into the truck with Nicole still in his arms. Cameron climbed into the back seat along with one of Luke’s men. “Drive!” Luke ordered sternly to the soldier in the driver’s seat. The soldier threw the truck it gear and sped off, kicking up sand as he spun the truck around in the direction of the camp. “Hold on, Nicole.” Luke pled silently. “I’ll die if I lose you now.”