Forever Bound Series 1-4(36)

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 bared. 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.

She was naked beneath him. Naked…and she could see the sharp edge of his teeth.

And the glow of the beast that lit his eyes.

Maybe she should have been afraid then.

But her head lifted and she met him in a hot, open-mouthed kiss. Her tongue slipped inside his mouth and tasted him. The werewolf’s power wasn’t scaring her.

It was turning her on.

Her hand fisted in his hair as she pulled him closer. Allison had enjoyed a handful of lovers in her life. The first few had been fumbling, the others more skilled.

Yet right then, she couldn’t remember any of their names. Couldn’t pull up their faces.

Only Cade.

She sucked on his lower lip. Heard his growl and felt her body tense in anticipation.

This wasn’t going to be some gentle ride. No sweet release.

Good. She wanted fire and passion. Wild pleasure.

Him.

Her lips slipped from his, and Allison kissed her way down his neck. His pulse raced beneath her lips, thudding in time with his heartbeat.

Blood.

She licked him. Bit lightly.

Blood.

Allison turned her head away, squeezing her eyes shut as she fought the dark impulse to drink from him. That wasn’t what she wanted. She wanted—

The bed shifted as he moved, sliding down her body. His fingers were rough, strong, as he pushed her thighs apart. Then those fingers were sliding up, stroking right over the core of her need, and a gasp broke from Allison’s lips.

“Look at me,” his growl.

Slowly, her eyes opened and her head turned toward him.

“What do you see…” His fingers pushed inside her. Stretched her. Thrust and made her want more. “When you look at me?”

She saw the man she wanted.

“Monster?” His fingers withdrew. Thrust deeper. Her hips lifted helplessly against him as she arched off the bed. “Or man?”