Bound in Darkness (Bound #2)(12)

Allison was kissing his back. Kissing the marks left by torture almost twenty years ago.

He spun around and caught her shoulders. “Don’t.”

She didn’t look afraid. She should. The wolf was far too close to breaking free. “Why not?” she asked him, staring into his eyes and he found he couldn’t look away. “You took care of me…why can’t I take care of you?”

“Because I don’t want your damn pity!” His words weren’t loud. Lethally soft.

“Pity isn’t what I want to give you.” Then she pulled from his hold, far too easily.

Barely human now. The vampire transformation was so close. Did she realize it?

Allison straightened her shoulders, and then she reached behind her back. He heard a soft snick and her bra slipped to the floor.

“I know what’s happening to me.”

Shit, were those tears in her eyes?

“I can feel the change. I mean, I just instantly healed from a freaking bullet wound. I know, okay? I know what I’m becoming.”

Some would say that she was becoming a monster.

Just like him.

“I know what I’m becoming, but I don’t know what will happen to me when—” She broke off and shook her head. Her breasts pointed up toward him, the nipples tight and hard and a pretty pink.

Want to taste.

His cock was so hard that it hurt. He wanted in her.

“I don’t care what’s going to happen tomorrow. I just care about right now.” Her hands dropped to the front of her jeans. They were undone. He’d undone them in his frenzy to repair her wound. “Right now, I want you.”

That was all he needed to hear. Before she could say anything else, before he could think of a reason why this was wrong, Cade had her flat on the bed. His body trapped hers, and his mouth tasted one sweet breast. And it was sweet. Sweet and tight and perfect in his mouth.

Perfect.

Her hands slid over his back. He didn’t tense when she touched his scars. Didn’t try to pull her hands away from the marks he’d always carry.

He just sucked her breast harder. Lapped at her nipple. One, then the other. His hands shoved down her jeans and yanked her panties away.

She wanted him.

He didn’t know how the hell he’d gotten that miracle, but he wasn’t about to turn her away.

In that moment, there wasn’t a single force on earth that would have made him leave her.

***

“You want him dead, witch?” Griggs swiped the blood from his nose as he glared at Elsa. “Kill him your own damn self. We’re not goin’ back. Not facin’ that f*ckin’ freak again.”

Elsa glared at him and his worthless bunch of humans. These were supposed to be hunters? More like whipped puppies. “One man,” she snapped. Her hands flattened on the table. Her mirror, the scrying mirror she’d used since her eighteenth birthday, gleamed upon the table’s surface. “You let one man defeat all of you?”

“Not a man.” Griggs spat blood on the floor. “Werewolf.”

“Werewolves can die.” Everyone and everything could die.

“You’re on your own.” Griggs turned away.

Her hands fisted. “I’ll double the money!” She was running out of time…and options. Vampires were closing in. They were already in the city. It wouldn’t be much longer before they found Allison.

Griggs hesitated. Greedy bastard. Sometimes, humans could be so predictable. Elsa started to smile.

“That guard dog she’s got…” Griggs glanced back over his shoulder and shook his head. “If we go back, he’ll kill us all.”

She could almost smell his fear. Rancid.

“You’re on your f*cking own.” He stormed out, taking his men with him. Their thudding footsteps blended with the wild racing of her heart.

No, no, this couldn’t be happening. Not to her.

Elsa grabbed her knife. One quick slice over her arm and she had blood dropping onto her mirror. With her index finger, she slid the blood over the mirror’s surface as she chanted.

The image came to her, not slow and blurry, but fast and crisp.

Her future hadn’t changed.

The full moon hung in the air. Allison stood over her, with her vampire teeth barred. Allison’s eyes were wild, and blood dripped down her chin.

Elsa stared at the image. No change. Allison would still kill her in just a few days time. When she changed, when she became fully vampire, Allison would come after her.

“I’ll kill you first,” Elsa whispered. That’s why she’d first sought out Allison. Because of the death vision. She would change that vision.

She had to.

Elsa wasn’t planning on dying for some vampire bitch. Allison would be the one to die. She’d be the one to bleed and beg and scream and die.

“Not me,” Elsa said as she reached for the knife again.

She just had to find a way to hit the vampire’s weakness. Everyone had a weakness, even a pureblood vampire.

You’re the one who’ll die.





Chapter Five


Allison’s breath heaved out as she stared up at Cade. His arms were on either side of her body, his hands pushing down into the mattress as he caged her in place.

Lust and stark need etched hard lines onto his face, and his broad shoulders seemed to block out the light around them.