Bound by Blood (Bound #1)(4)

Why did she like the rumble of his voice so much? Morgan nodded. Another thud shook the wall, and she was pretty sure she heard a scream. Or two.

“Good.” A growl. Then the wolf did something she hadn’t expected. His mouth took hers. Her lips had parted in surprise, and his tongue thrust inside her mouth. He didn’t taste like a vampire or a like a human. She had experience with those types of men. But Jace…

He tasted wild. Hot.

Her arms curled around his neck as she pulled him closer.

A growl worked in his throat when she sucked his tongue. Oh, yes, she liked that. Vampires had the wrong image. Cold, stiff. Unfeeling. She’d never been like that. She’d always wanted. Needed.

Maybe he can give me what I want.

Her nipples were hard, stabbing against his chest, and her sex began to moisten. Wolves weren’t easy lovers, or so the stories said. No quick tumble in the darkness for them. Instead, sex that lasted for hours.

Hours.

The Council elder’s face had been sad when he’d said, “We hate for you to make this sacrifice…”

It didn’t feel like much of a sacrifice to her.

Just felt like white-hot lust.

Her fangs started to lengthen. What will his blood taste like?

She couldn’t wait to find out.

His hands were on her ass now, holding her up and against the hard bulge of his arousal. No missing that fierce length of flesh. The wolf was big all over. Yes.

Very slowly, and only after he tasted her once more, Jace lifted his head and lowered her to the ground. “Didn’t expect that.”

She could still taste him.

“Guess vampires can feel more than hate for the wolves.”

Morgan pulled in a deep breath. “And I guess wolves can lust for the bloodsuckers they claim to despise.”

He stared down at her, and she realized she didn’t hear any muffled voices from the bar any longer. No more thuds. No screams.

His hand took hers and his palm felt red-hot against the mark on her flesh. Wolves were so hot, when she’d known only the cold for so long.

“Come.”

Do it. Go. Don’t back down now. Just because she’d tasted the wolf and realized that controlling him might not be as easy as she’d planned, well, that didn’t mean she could run away.

He opened the door. The smell of blood hit her. But it wasn’t the normally sweet, tempting scent that called to her kind.

Rancid. Brimstone. Hell.

Demons.

Their bodies lay on the floor. Their heads had been severed, and their eyes—as red as the hell they’d escaped—stared straight up at her. Two demons down…

“How?” She breathed the word in surprise. The vamps had taken hours to kill demons, while the wolves had decapitated these two in mere minutes.

The wolf shifter that Jace had called Mike lifted his hand. His claws glinted. “We can slice through anything.” His gaze seemed to bore into her. “Anything. ” The unmistakable threat was in his eyes.

That wolf would be a problem.

She might just have to kill him soon.

Jace caught her hand and threaded his fingers through hers.

But the killing would have to wait. Because, ah, first, she’d have to marry her alpha wolf.





Chapter Two


Morgan liked to bite. In fact, she was very good with her teeth. But being bitten wasn’t so much her thing.

She stood in the middle of Howling Moon, congealing demon blood getting way too close to her boots, and knew that she’d have to offer her neck.

The wolves surrounded her. Jace held her hand in a deceptively light grip.

“This is Morgan LaBeaux.” Jace’s voice boomed out and every wolf there stilled. When an alpha talked, you damn well listened.

Morgan’s racing heartbeat filled her ears. He kept staring right at her as he said, “She’s my mate.”

“Oh, the f*ck no!” The instant denial came from Mike. She’d expected that outburst. What she hadn’t expected—

Jace tore away from her and in an instant, his claws sank into that wolf’s shoulder. “Oh, the f*ck, yes,” he snarled right back. “And if you can’t accept her…” He yanked out his claws as Mike stumbled back.

Wolves are brutal. Another Council warning.

“If you can’t accept her,” Jace continued, “then get out of my pack.”

Pain broke rough lines on Mike’s face. “A vampire? You’re tying to a bloodsucker—”

Now she wanted to claw him. The wolves kept acting like Jace was the one trading down. Dude. Vampire princess.

She toed the dead demon’s body. The blood had reached her boots, and it wouldn’t be coming out of the leather. “They’ll destroy you.”

Now it was her voice that captured everyone’s attention.

Mike puffed out his bloody chest. “We did a good job of destroying them.”

Yes, they had. And she was impressed, but she wasn’t planning to show it. “You took out two…” Her gaze swept the room. “With twenty to two odds, I should hope you’d win the match.”

Jace lifted a brow and watched her.

She braced her legs and tried to look all kick-ass. “What are your plans when there are two thousand of them…and still just twenty of you?”