Dom carried Demetria from the bedroom while she grabbed tightly to every door jamb and kicked her feet. Dom hardly seemed to notice. Pure panic coursed through her, lighting a fire inside.She'd never had a more obvious need for fight or flight in her life.This was it. She had to beat Dom, this big man carrying her around like a caveman. It felt like an impossible task, but she had to try for her life.He carried her toward the kitchen, and she heard him slinging things out of his way. When she heard the utensil drawer open, her body went into panic mode. Was he grabbing a knife to slaughter her with? It hardly seemed like a quick, non-painful death that he'd promised.Demetria swung her legs wildly, kicking andscreaming. Dom shifted to get a better grip, and Demetria noticed a pot sitting on the counter. She gripped the handle and brought it up to Dom's face.He hissed, dropped her and the knife in his hand, she grabbed it, slicing it across the back of his leg. He howled, leaning
Kerry blinked several times, trying to make sure he hadn't fallen into a mean dream, that the universe wasn't going to snatch her from his grip, or turn her into smoke in his arms.He hadn't been able to look away from her since he noticed her sitting in the corner of that room, quivering in fear of Jack finding her. It'd fill him with pride to see the rage on Jack’s face.Knowing he was without his little bird, and without his source of a soul, Kerry didn't even care that Jack would come back for Demetria, because he wouldn't let her out of his sight for a moment. Jack had missed his chance. When he came back for her, Kerry would send him right to Hell where he belonged.Kerry tightened his arm around Demetria's waist as Cynthia gathered everyone into a circle to make the trip back home.Demetria turned and looked up at him. The scent of her flesh melted over him like butter. Her pretty eyes smiled back at him. "You saved me," she whispered.He shook his head and cupped her cheek wi
Demetria’s body ached from traveling through the portal, and though Kerry tried his best to keep his weight off her, she felt it. But as badly as her muscles screamed from being sore, she couldn't have cared any less at that moment. She'd longed to be touched by him in this realm.She told herself that if she made it back, she would put her entire heart into this relationship with Kerry. He'd gone through Hell to save her, and she planned to prove to him she was worth it.Kerry's mouth traveled down her neck, leaving hot kisses against her skin, driving her eyes back into her head, and lighting her on fire. Even with Kitty staring at them from the counter like a creep. None of it mattered but Kerry.He stalled against her neck, and she felt his heartbeat racing against his chest. The tips of his canines pressed against the pulsation of her vein."Everything okay?" she whispered.He nodded. "Everything is perfect."But she didn't believe him. She pushed him into a sitting position and
She looked perfect. Lying on her back, the sheets wrapped around her waist, Kerry's mark displayed on her neck. They'd spent the better part of twelve hours breaking in his bed, and their new mate bond.When he left the room, his wolf cried out in pain on leaving his mate. It was his wolf's deep-seated fear of losing their second mate, even though Kerry reassured him that he would do anything to save Demetria.Kerry walked into the kitchen the next morning, starting a pot of coffee for Demetria when she woke up, and then walked outside on the front porch. He half expected to see the evil twins standing in the yard, ready for a fight. The silence settled like nails on a chalkboard. Something wasn't right about it all.It was quiet before the storm, he was sure of it. "Busy night?"Kerry jumped backward, stumbling against the doorway. "Crap on a cracker, Cynthia. I'm a wolf, it's supposed to be impossible to sneak up on me, yet, here you are," he said, settling back against the railing.
Demetria sat on the front porch with Sabrina's diary resting on her lap, while Kerry went on his morning perimeter run with some of the pack members. She'd spent thirty minutes staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, after everyone left that morning, loving the look of his mark on her skin.She never imagined a mark would make her feel so fulfilled, and whole. Boy, how she'd been wrong.Jane’s silhouette came running down the small trail connecting Kerry's house to the pack house. She was giddy, and Demetria was not only happy to see her, but happy that she was happy. She went to reach down and grab her mug, but realized she needed to use her other hand. It would take her time to get used to not having a finger.Jane stopped in front of her and tossed herarms around Demetria. "I'm so happy you're back."She chuckled and palmed the back of Jane’s head. "Sweetie, I've been back."Janepulled away, her pretty blue eyes vibrant. "I know, but you're here with Kerry. On pack grounds. I'm
"What's it like to have your mark on a woman again?" Alpha Davis asked.Kerry smiled, while stripping out of his clothes. It was different having a mark on Demetria and him not having hers on him. His last mate was a she wolf, and she marked him also. He smirked at the thought of letting Demetria bite him, or better yet, pick out a tattoo for him.Something that would tell everyone he was hers. It was only fair, since his mark littered her neck; it looked beautiful against her porcelain skin, the tips of her blond hair vaguely hiding it when she wore it down.But Kerry noticed how she wore her hair back, showcasing the mark as if she was excited, which made him all the more proud. "Yoo-hoo," Alex said, elbowing Kerry. "Dad asked you a question. You zoned out over there."Kerry glanced between the two wolves. "My bad. It feels amazing to have her here, and to know she's mine. It took long enough."Alpha Davis chuckled and took off his shirt. "Have you talked to her about pups?"Alex
Jane’s brows pulled down in the middle of her forehead, and she squinted to see the handwritten entry of the diary. Demetria stood in the kitchen getting lunch ready for Kerry whenever he made it back. She flipped a burger on the small indoor grill and watched Jane from the kitchen bar. "Anything interesting?" she asked.Jane put the diary down. "Sabrina is starting to get paranoid. She feels like someone is following her. She cast a protection spell but she doesn't think it's working."Demetria gnawed on her bottom lip. She'd felt followed for a long time before Jack showed up, but Jack wouldn't follow Sabrina. He loved her. He didn't have a reason to follow her.Demetria drained the grease off Kerry's burger and put it on a bun. "How many more entries?"Jack sighed and shut the book. "A lot. This girl needed a life, and I needed a break. Does Kerry have anything to drink?"Demetria gestured toward the fridge. "Some bottles of water."Jack walked over and grabbed one before leaning
Demetria stepped into the passenger side of Kerry's truck wearing a summer dress that killed him. His wolf wanted to drag her back into the house, and never leave. But they needed to be away from prying ears.They needed a place to talk, and frankly, Kerry needed to take Demetria away from the pack house.The full-moon was coming, the professor was potentially creeping around the perimeter, but it made Kerry want to take her away even more. It made Kerry want to spend a normal day with her, to show her it wouldn't always be like this. They would find their peace, and be together one day without doom and gloom hanging over them.Kerry started the truck, and made it well onto the highway when Demetria laughed.He glanced over at her beaming face."Something funny?"She shook her head. "I'm so glad to be away from there. It feels like three thousand pounds lifted from my shoulders when we left. It's one thing after the other-,"Kerry reached over and palmed her thigh. "I know. Come over