Blood Lands (Savage Lands #5)(75)



Eliza rubbed at her head, a crazed chuckle coming from her mouth, but I saw a grin curling her lips.

“Even more reason for me to go.” She looked boldly up at him, the smile growing.

His brows crushed together in confusion.

“I care about you too.” She placed her palms on his chest. “And I don’t want anything happening to you. You need someone to watch your back.”

Zander’s eyes went back and forth between hers, joy glowing in his eyes, his lips spreading in a smile.

“A ló farát!” Horse’s ass. Warwick shoved out of his chair, grumbling more obscenities under his breath, his hand running through his hair. “Lófaszt!” Horse’s dick. He stomped outside, slamming the door behind him. His curses still could be heard in the distance.

“O-kay.” I sucked in, clapping my hands together. “We’ll let him walk it off.”

While Warwick was out chopping wood to leave Tad and Simon fuel for the fire, I went over the plan with Eliza and Zander again, leaving out the exact location of my uncle’s base for safety reasons. If they didn’t know, they couldn’t tell if they were caught and tortured.

“We need to leave by sunset, though I’m concerned we won’t get far. Our motorcycle barely made it here. We need to steal a better one.”

Zander scoffed, “This may be a hideaway cabin, but it’s still Lord Killian’s, and he likes his toys. It comes fully stocked.”

Later that evening, Zander led us out to a garage hidden away in trees and brush, disguising itself, showing us exactly what he meant.

“Holy shit.” I gaped, my attention going down the row of shiny metal.

Killian might be humble inside the cabin walls, but he didn’t spare any expense on the secret garage hidden near the house.

Four motorcycles, a jeep, and a land cruiser gleamed under the lights. All top of the line. I’d expect nothing less from Killian.

Zander strolled deeper into the garage, flipping open a large locker built into the wall.

I blinked.

“Fuck, I’m hard,” Warwick muttered next to me, making me snort. Though I probably had to agree with him.

The entire cabinet was filled with weapons. Handguns to rifles, knives to swords, dynamite sticks to grenades. Killian was stocked and ready for battle if any enemy were to breach his land.

Warwick went straight to the bikes, his hand sweeping over the curves of the sleek black design, his eyes glossing over with reverence. I had no doubt Killian got these from the Unified Nations. They were too well made for anything in the Eastern Bloc. “Never thought I’d want something Killian had.” He trailed his palm up the engine of the motorbike.

I leaned against it, popping up my eyebrow. Warwick stood, his form looming over me, his voice gravelly. “Good thing you were never something he had, Kovacs.”

“Think so?” I taunted, thinking back to when I kissed Killian on the veranda, when Warwick’s shade had stepped in.

He gripped my hair, holding my head in place. “Well, then I’ve taken both from him and will ride them long and hard until they know they are mine.” He rumbled against my lips, spearing desire between my legs, and hitching my breath, a snarl lifting my lip. “Don’t even pretend you aren’t dripping right now and wish I could fuck you on this bike. I can feel your pussy throbbing, princess.” His teeth nipped my bottom lip, tugging on it, the feel of his tongue sliding through my folds before he backed away, leaving me grappling and horny as he sauntered over to the weapons cabinet.

“Fuck you,” my shadow murmured in his ear.

He let out a laugh, turning and winking at me. He really was insufferable, but damn he was right.

Eliza and Zander were already loaded up with guns and knives, rolling a bike out of the garage. Being a horse shifter, Zander could be his own transportation, but not for that length of time and speed.

All of us were in similar outfits, black on black. Eliza let me borrow some of her clothes, Warwick taking whatever Killian had in the closets. His clothes fit Warwick extremely tight, showing off every muscle in his thighs and the unbelievable arc of his ass.

I loaded myself with weapons, stuffing my boots with blades, and proceeded to the sleek bike, climbing on behind Warwick. Wrapping my arms around his middle, I let my shadow slip into his trousers, my tongue licking up the vein in his cock.

“Fuck!” He hissed, jolting at my imaginary touch.

I withdrew with a conspiratorial grin, leaning into his ear. “Ride long and hard, Farkas.”





The cold night bitterly sliced at my skin, the hair under my beanie flagellating my face like thin whips. Clouds kept most of the sky hidden, the wind howling in my ears as the motorcycles made their way down the road, nearing the borders of Hungary, Austria, and Slovakia. Though with Markos’s new reach, I no longer trusted we’d be safe from the HDF once we passed the borders.

A tingle walked up my spine, shivering the back of my neck. Turning my head over my shoulder, all I saw was Zander and Eliza behind us, their single headlight the only other occupant on the road. I shifted on the seat, feeling the itchy sensation, unsettled and jumpy from the time we left Killian’s property and got onto the motorway.

Keeping my gun cocked and ready in my grip, as my gaze constantly darted around, feeling at any moment something was going to jump out at us. But miles and miles went by, and there was no hint of anything. We were so close to the border, with only a mile left.

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