Forever Bound Series 1-4(58)

It was about pleasure.

Because that was all he could feel then. A white-hot burst of pleasure that seemed to fill his veins and course through his body. So much pleasure that his control shattered in an instant. There was no holding back.

There was only…Paige.

He lifted her up against that tiled wall. Spread her legs.

Her mouth was still on him, lips, tongue, teeth…

His fingers slid over her core. Pushed inside her sex. So wet. So hot. She clamped down on him and held tight.

The water thundered down over him. Steam surrounded them.

In her.

He positioned his cock. Stroked over her clit. Loved her ragged moan.

The head of his cock pressed into her. Her sex stretched, straining around him. He wanted to see her, wanted to pull back–

But he couldn’t.

Drake drove into her as deep and as hard as he could. And it was just like he remembered. Tight. Hot. Heaven.

He pulled back. Thrust deep. Again and again. He lifted her up, positioning her so that she had to take all that he gave her. There was no hiding or holding back, not for either of them.

His fingers kept stroking over her clit. The way he knew she liked. The way that would make her–

Scream.

Paige lifted her mouth from his neck. Her eyes were wide, wild, and her lips were flushed red. The scream of pleasure slipped past those red lips even as he felt the contractions of her orgasm around his cock.

So good.

He kept thrusting. Faster. Harder. Rougher.

The wolf liked it rough.

So did the man.

She wrapped her legs around his hips. Wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

And she kissed him.

This time, the pleasure was his. A deep, wrenching pleasure that washed over him as he climaxed inside of her. The release blinded him and f*cking seemed to gut him as it went on and on, hollowing out his body.

When the climax ended, he didn’t release her.

Because he wasn’t letting her go, not ever again.





Chapter Five


Dawn didn’t bring light. The polar night had come to Alaska weeks before, and now they were lucky if even a faint twilight would brighten the day.

Just darkness. And more darkness to come.

It was the kind of darkness most vampires loved.

Paige knew that she had never been like most vampires. Hell, she wasn’t even a particularly good vampire.

After dressing, she carefully crept toward the bedroom door. When she’d opened her eyes, she’d been alone. The sheets beside her had been cold. Alone.

It wasn’t like she’d expected Drake to stay with her, just holding her in those quiet hours. Cuddle time wasn’t so big with vamps and werewolves, she got that.

But had the guy really needed to haul ass so quickly? Would it have killed him to just stay with her for a little while?

Her hand pressed against the wood of the closed door. She could still taste Drake on her tongue.

And feel him between her legs.

The sex had been as good as she remembered. Actually, way better than good. Drake had always been one fantastic lover and–

Someone was screaming.

The screams tore through the house, echoing, and her body tensed in instant response.

She’d screamed before, for Drake, but those screams had been about pleasure. This time, the cries filling the air were from pain.

Paige yanked open the door. The screams and yells and shouts to “Stop!” had her racing down the hallway.

Faster, faster she went. She bounded down the stairs, taking three at a time, and Paige realized could she smell blood.

Her fangs were already coming out.

“Stop, dammit, stop!” A man’s ragged plea.

She rushed down another flight of stairs, one that led to some kind of basement or–

A line of werewolves blocked her path. Paige stumbled to a halt just seconds before she would have barreled into those guys.

The screams continued, coming from a room directly behind that living wall of werewolves.

What the hell?

Her gaze darted over the men. She recognized the two werewolves who’d escorted her in…jeez, had that just been last night?

The smaller one–the guy who’d made the mistake of touching her before–shook his head. “He doesn’t want you going inside.”

Yeah, well, screw that. “He also doesn’t want you touching me.” Drake had been more than adamant on that point the last time he’d squared off with this wolf. What had been the guy’s name? Mark? Matthew?

Michael. This wolf was Michael.

Drake had been more than clear when he’d said the guy wasn’t supposed to touch her again. If Michael couldn’t touch her…

Then you can’t stop me, wolf.

She marched right ahead. Damn straight that line of wolves backed up. She figured none of them wanted to dare to actually physically try and stop her. “So I’m betting you’re just gonna get out of my way.” Or else they’d get an ass kicking from Drake.

Then before one of them could grow some balls and maybe try to stop her, she sprang forward, leapt right over them, and kicked open the door behind the assembled wolves.

It was a metal door, heavy and huge, but it easily sprang open beneath her booted heel.

Wow. That blood of Drake’s had really amped her up. She’d always heard werewolf blood was powerful, but…damn. She’d never felt so strong.