Next to go, his eyes. After that, his groin. At that point, his screams became pleas for mercy. Mercy James did not have. Oops, there went the leader of the beast’s tongue. No more begging or screaming. Just whimpering. “James,” Grace finally managed, her voice so weak even she had trouble hearing what she’d said. Fatigue was riding her hard, and she knew she wouldn’t be awake much longer.James glanced at her, barely able to catch his breath. The need to hurt clung to him like a second skin, visible to all. Never had she seen a more primitive male, wild and uncontrollable, a picture warrior straight from battle. A sight most people would only ever see in their nightmares. “Need you,” she said. “Yes.” He swung back to the dying king. With a quick flick of his wrist, he removed the man’s head, just as he’d done to the others. Then he was poised over Grace, stroking her gently. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. So sorry.”“Will be…fine. Been…worse. Just need…you.” The words were meant to comf
When Grace awoke, she was still in the cave. She wasn’t sure how much time had passed. All she knew was that she’d never felt so rested. She stretched like a contented kitten, warm despite her nakedness, her muscles liquid, and gazed around.Startled by what she saw, she sat up. Enough time had passed for James to clean every speck of blood from the floor and walls. He’d also remove the bodies and subsequent body parts. If not for the lingering taint of evil, this could have been some kind of underground resort.There was no reason for James to have done such a thing. They weren’t going to live here. Weren’t even going to spend the day. Unless he’d hoped to spare her any upset. Her eyes widened. That was exactly why he’d done it, she realised. The sweet, darling man.Hello again, emotional roller coaster. Grace sniffled, her chin trembling.“Don’t cry, sweetheart. Please don’t cry.” James was perched beside her, looking away from her, and holding out a bundle of wrinkled material. An
Tingled from more than just want. It was desire and needs.Grace was sneaking secret glances at James the whole time. He caught a few fish and threw them ashore. He became increasingly tense as time passed, his movements becoming increasingly jerky. And he was completely unaffected by her stare. He never looked back at Pearl.Moonlight shone down on him, beautiful and lovely.James was a force to be reckoned with. She nibbled her lower lip as she walked through the water. The water was cool, but the liquid between her legs was warm. She should have been afraid or suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder. At the very least, flashbacks. After all, she'd nearly been raped and beaten. She went to a different past, then back here. There were many things she needed to discuss with James.But this was James. Her protector. Not even bad memories would dare attack her while he was nearby. "James," she said, with a husky note in her voice. She hadn’t meant to call him, but his name had eme
"Grace," James’ breathed, his stomach cramping as he tried to deny the furious instinct to take this woman to his bed and never let her go.Her soft chuckle feathered over his chest, her fingers skimming down to tease at the waistband of his jeans. He looked at her sitting there content with her lust. He had a ton of paperwork he needed to be doing, but couldn't keep his mind on it, away from her long legs curled up under her, or his mind out of his crotch. His balls tightened every time he looked at her. Fuck, he thought, I should have stayed in prison."You’re showing your fangs, vampire," Grace teased.His eyes snapped open as he reached out to grasp her shoulders, careful not to dig into her tender flesh."And you’re playing a perilous game, sweetheart.""Should I be afraid?""Yes," he growled, although he knew with perfect clarity that there was no genuine danger.At least not to Grace. Her hand slid down his arm and tightened on his wrist. She moved his hand to her breast, then
Even as he tensed, nonetheless, Grace was giving a slight shake of her head, and without warning, she bent forward to scatter kisses over his chest, pausing at each nipple to flick her tongue over the beaded tip. James groaned, one hand burying in her satin hair in silent encouragement. Later, he would wonder why Grace had so abruptly gone from trying to deny the desire that constantly pulsed between them, but for now... Hell, for now, he could only enjoy.Trailing a devastating path down the center of his stomach, she tongued his belly button, making his cock twitch with a silent plea of mercy. James squeezed his eyes shut, torn between the need to flip her onto the bed and take her with a swift, glorious explosion of pleasure and the desire to allow Grace to continue her seductive torment.
"I want you inside me." Grace’s blood was molten in her veins, causing sweat to bead on her brow. "I need to be inside you, but not right now." His hands returned to her hair, his fingers pulling at the strands. "Must control the urge to bite you first.""Don’t control the urge." She leaned down and flicked her tongue against one of his fangs, quickly cutting the soft tissue. "Give in to it. I’m fine."James groaned as if in pain. "Delicious.""More?" The world suddenly spun. James threw her on her back and loomed over her."More," he slurred, his gaze locked on her hammering pulse. "No, can’t. Not yet, not yet," he repeated. "Dear… Grace.""Yes?" Why not yet? Maybe she was greedy. Maybe she was selfish. She wanted now, now, now. He chuckled, making a broken sound. "No. Baby. I could give you a baby. Do you want a baby?"Understanding dawned.Sadness and fear suddenly swamped her, dulling some of her desire. "I can’t have children." Would he think less of her? No longer want her? The w
James tucked Grace into his side while panting, perspiring, and feeling utterly satisfied. His veins were filled with her blood, which gushed through them like champagne, claiming every thought and rebuffing a bitter truth he wasn't yet prepared to confront. James wanted to close his eyes and take it all in, but he had some mental calculations to make first. She had wished to speak. Exactly what? After everything they had discussed, she wouldn't be able to push him away, so that wasn't going to happen. It was impossible to call what they just did "sex." It was more than that; both knew about it. Sex was an urge. Sex was something you could do with anyone. Sex could be consensual or forced, as he well knew. What they’d done was a mating. Primal, wild, necessary, and as essential as a beating heart. James would have died if he’d been denied access to her body. He’d simply had to be inside her. Nothing could have stopped him. Not attack, not death, not hell, not even her disappearanc
Grace didn’t hesitate. "I’ll help you."James did not want her involved in such a violent, dangerous plan, but he did not want her out of his sight either. "I need to find a way to keep you bound to me and to this land first. Should I write another book for you?" His magic was stronger now."If you do, we will be operating under the assumption that I’ll return, no matter what we do or try." "And perhaps such an assumption is what would send you back."Damn this! There had to be a way."I wonder what spell I used to bring you here. If I knew, I'd know if you'd leave after a certain amount of time or when I'm truly free.or if I bound you to the land forever. I remember so many things, but not that, not yet, and I cannot risk another spell. It might interfere with the first."She eased up, her hair tumbling over her bare shoulder, golden moonlight illuminating her."When I first read the book and realized it wasn’t a joke, I wondered how you could have known me when we’d never met.""And