Forever Bound Series 1-4(23)
He’d moved fast, faster than he’d ever moved in his life, and when he shoved his hands into that hot furnace, he touched…
Flames.
The fire lanced his skin, but he didn’t let go. He could feel a body in the middle of that wild heat. He could smell the acrid scent of burning flesh.
Morgan.
He didn’t let go. He pulled even as he felt another force tugging his prize back down.
“No! You can’t have her!” He yelled as the fire licked him.
His upper body fell into the pit as he struggled.
“Fuck, Jace!” Louis’s yell from behind him. Then suddenly Jace felt other hands on his body, trying to haul him back.
But he wasn’t going back without Morgan“Keep him!” He roared the words in the fire. “Choke on him—but give her to me!”
A breath of flames blew against him and blisters immediately covered his flesh.
“Give her to me!” He bellowed.
“Pull him up!” Louis snarled at the same instant. “Get him out of there, now!”
They yanked him back, but he didn’t let go of the fiery prize he held. Be Morgan. Be…
He broke from the pit and fire raced along his body. Louis shoved at him and Jace fell to the ground. He rolled, battling the flames on him and—on her.
Sweet f*ck, he’d pulled her out.
The others immediately joined him and battled the flames that covered her flesh. Red, swollen, every inch of her body had felt the kiss of the fire.
Should have been me.
Her eyes weren’t open. “Morgan?” Now, he was afraid to touch her. He didn’t want to hurt her, and he knew his touch would. She was injured so badly, even a breath on her skin would hurt.
His touch would pain her, but his blood wouldn’t. Jace lifted his hand to his mouth and bit his wrist. He tore with his teeth and put his hand over her mouth. “Princess, please…”
The blood trickled into her mouth. Her lips moved the faintest bit against his skin.
“Take more.” She could take everything if she needed it.
“Alpha.” Louis’s quiet voice had his head lifting. His friend stared at him with a tense face. “You’re weak, too. Let me help you.”
Jace shook his head. “No, she’s—”
“I know she’s yours, but she’s also pack.” Louis offered his bleeding wrist. “If the blood of one wolf makes her strong, how fast do you think she’ll heal when she drinks from six?”
And the others who’d survived the battle crowded behind him. All had their wrists open.
All were ready to sacrifice for the vampire who’d seen hell.
As she fed from him, her lips like a whisper on his skin, Jace’s gaze tracked back to the pit. Only the entrance wasn’t there any longer. Dirt had filled in, totally blocking the gaping hole. The ground was blackened, cracked, but no smoke drifted into the air.
The doorway was closed.
He leaned close to her. “You did it,” he whispered. Her vampires were safe. The battle was over.
Now, his princess just had to survive.
Chapter Eight
The vampiress walked into the werewolf bar as if she owned the place. Since she was mated to the alpha, Jace figured that, well, she pretty much did.
Her skin was pale and perfect, not even a blister left from the fire that had nearly stolen her from him. Her lips were red, full, and he’d soon feel them beneath his mouth.
She was wearing a new pair of f*ck-me boots that showed off the long length of her legs.
And her eyes—they were on him.
When the others became aware of her, they stopped talking. Heads swiveled toward her. Toward him. The bar waited.
He didn’t move. Jace wanted to jump up, run to her, grab her, but he was also enjoying the sexy picture she made as she crossed the bar.
Morgan smiled at him, flashing fangs. “The Miami Vampire Council would like to officially extend its appreciation to you,” she said, her voice clear and her eyes bright. “And if there is anything that the Council can do for the pack…” She stopped just a foot away from him. “You have only to ask,” Morgan finished, her voice softer.
She’d spent two days healing. Even with all the wolf blood, she’d had to battle to stay alive. He’d been by her side, determined to keep death away.
He’d succeeded.
When she’d woken, the vampires had made her the head of their Council. He knew she’d weeded out the vamps who’d been secretly working with Devon. The bastard hadn’t been implementing his plan alone.
She’d cut the head off the snake when she sent Devon to hell, and now Jace knew that she’d cut up the body, too.
Still, he didn’t touch her, not yet. “Glad the Council approves,” he said, his own voice mild.
Understanding flared in her eyes. She lifted her hand and put her palm against his chest. “And you have my personal gratitude…” Her lips curved. “For pulling my ass out of hell.”
He caught her hand. Pressed it harder against his chest. “Leaving you there wasn’t exactly an option for me.”
Jace saw the delicate movement of her throat as she swallowed.
“What was it like?” Louis called out. “What did you see, cher?”
She glanced back at him. “It was damn hot.”