Forever Bound Series 1-4(86)

His body brushed against hers. “And if I could control everything,” his voice was for her alone, “then I’d already have gotten you, naked, under me, and I wouldn’t be so wild with lust that I want to rip apart my own best friend…because you’re about to put your mouth on him.”

The words surprised him with their brutal truth. The lust he felt for her…it was just growing. Stronger and stronger. Almost like he was under some kind of spell.

She’s part witch. Maybe I am under her spell.

Under, and falling fast.

“One taste,” he told her, “but you’re going to regret it.”

Her gaze searched his. “There are few things I regret.”

He could believe that.

“This won’t be one of them.” Then she turned, head high, back straight, and marched to the door at the far end of the hall.

He didn’t follow her. He didn’t want to see her with Sean. “You’ll be coming back,” Jamie said, the words drifting after her.

And they were a promise. Iona was about to realize that no other man would ever do for her again.

Only me, baby. Only me.

He’d already realized that no other woman would satisfy him.





Chapter Four


Her fangs had stretched and sharpened as she prepared for the bite. Iona had locked the door behind her—locked Jamie out—and now she and Sean were alone together in the small storage room.

“So…how does this work?” He asked her with a nervous glance at her fangs.

She almost rolled her eyes. Really? How did he think it was going to work? “The usual way. I bite you. I drink. That’s how it works.”

Sean was nearly as big as Jamie. His shoulders weren’t quite as broad, his muscles not as big. He was probably a few inches shorter than the alpha wolf, too.

But Sean was…handsome. His features were even and smooth and had no doubt drawn plenty of female attention over the years.

Iona realized that she preferred the rough danger of Jamie’s hard face. Story of her very, very long life. The bad boys often drew her in.

Then, frequently, they’d tried to kill her.

So she’d had to kill them.

“Give me your hand,” Iona ordered.

But Sean shook his head and shoved his hands behind his back. “No way. I’m not supposed to touch you!”

For the love of…She grabbed his arm and jerked up his hand. Then she lifted his wrist to her mouth. “Calm down.” She could probably try to soothe him. She’d always been good at lulling her prey, when she wanted. Seduce with a look. Kill with a bite.

Been there, done that.

So many times that it rather bored her now.

But, yes, if she wanted, Iona could seduce just about anyone.

Only she didn’t want to seduce Sean. She just wanted to find out what his blood would do to her. Don’t burn me, don’t. Because if she was stuck with only taking from Jamie, then she’d be tied to him.

Forever.

Iona parted her lips. Her fangs pressed into Sean’s skin, and just like that, with one quick press of her teeth, his blood flowed onto her tongue.

Sean gave a little moan. “Oh, shit, no one said it would feel good.” For the first time, she heard the whisper of an Irish accent in his words.

Only…his blood wasn’t “feeling good” to her. It felt horrible. His blood tasted rancid, and she was already yanking her mouth away from him and backing up even as her body started to shake and spasm.

“Iona?” Sean called her name as he came toward her. “Iona!”

The door burst in, heaving right off its hinges. Jamie stood in the doorway. His gaze swept around the room, from Sean—and his outstretched hand—to Iona.

When did I curl up on the floor?

She didn’t curl. She didn’t hide.

I do when I realize my choices are gone.

Because Sean’s blood tasted just like the human’s, and instead of strengthening her, it had made her feel even weaker.

Now the hunger was ripping through her insides. Hollowing her out.

“I told you not to touch her,” Jamie tossed Sean back against the wall. “I told you.”

It wasn’t the touching that mattered. It was the blood. Blood she couldn’t drink.

“Iona?” Now Jamie was the one calling her name.

She forced her head to lift. Made her body rise. She was still shaking, but those trembles couldn’t be helped because they came from the hunger and the weakness that filled her veins.

Oh, how the mighty have fallen. So many would laugh to see her brought so low.

Jamie wasn’t laughing. He was staring at her with eyes that saw far too much. “Get out of here,” he said.

Her lips parted.

“Yank the door back up after you, Sean, and get the hell out,” he said, never looking away from her.

Sean hurried to comply.

Jamie didn’t touch her. Didn’t move another inch. Not until the door was partially up, giving them a bit of privacy, and Sean was gone.

“It didn’t work,” he said flatly.

Of course, he’d known the truth. Maybe she had, too. She’d just been desperate.

“It makes you sick, doesn’t it?” He asked. “When you take blood from others.”