He takes my breath away. He shouldn’t, but I can’t stop the physical reaction to him. The moment my eyes fall on Abbadon, I feel it. The unmistakable pull of our mate bond.
He is tall, at least as tall as Edric, with silver-blue eyes and long dark blonde hair. Dressed in a black, three-piece suit, he looks like a movie vampire. Beautiful and deadly. His perfect, full lips pull into a smile and he steps forward, closing the gap between us. My head starts spinning – unlike Gabriel, Abbadon has a scent. “Can you feel it?” he whispers.
“Yes,” I answer, nearly breathless. This is wrong. I have a mate. He’s waiting for me, trusting me to go back to him and our child.
“You can’t fight it, Maya,” Abbadon says. “Our bond is much stronger than the one you share with that wolf--” he puts his hand over my heart --“you have a part of me inside you.”
“I have a part of The Goddess inside me.”
“Which comes from me. You belong to me. You have always belonged t
Abbadon's POV: I stare at my mate, trying to hide my fury from her. How fucking dare she? How dare she take on a child? One that isn’t even hers? I was this pissed when I found out about Edric sodding Payne, but Gabriel reminded me that she wasn’t even aware of my existence at the time and that the mate pull is nearly impossible to resist. And of course, The Moon Goddess interfered, as she always does. Naturally, I couldn’t blame Maya for accepting that stinking animal as her mate. Fuck, how much I want to rip Edric’s head from his shoulders, but if I do, I’d probably kill my mate. I’ll wait. Until she’s fully mine. Until she’s immortal and the pain of the broken bond can’t kill her. But now this. The fucking child. Even after she found out about me, and knew what her true destiny is. I have to get control of myself. Have to let my anger go. I will do anything I can to keep her alive and happy. I’ve waited for her for centuries. Tore
I wake in the middle of the day, disorientated and cold. The window is wide open, letting a freezing breeze in. I get up and close the window, looking down at my soaked shirt. My breasts are rock hard, and sharp needles of pain shoot through them. I have to feed Deimos. I look around the room for my baby and remember where I am. The sorrow and the aching need for him crash over me, and I sink to the bed, crying. Abbadon gave me a choice. I can go back. I can be with my child. ~ But he’ll want us back here eventually, ~ my wolf says, ~ and he will kill me. ~ * If we stay he’ll kill you sooner. * ~ Which is why we have to kill him first. ~ God. If I found Abbadon five months ago, I’d have been ecstatic at the idea of getting rid of my wolf, now the thought alone horrifies me. I can’t imagine what my life would be like without her. * I won’t let him do that. * I go to the small bathroom that’s attached to my room, and leaning over the sink, I sta
I get lost in Abandon’s fiery kiss. Every fibre of my being is alight with the need for him.If he can do this to me with just a kiss, what else can he do? My body is numb, the only living part is my throbbing pussy, aching to feel him inside me. He grabs my ass and pulls me tightly against him, pushing his erection into my belly. “Maya?” Edric asks in my head, his voice sounds so faint and far away, that it hurts. “Please tell me you’re okay.”That’s Edric. My mate. Staying at home to look after our child, because he trusts me. Because I promised him I’d eliminate the vampire that threatens our future…and here I am, kissing that very same vampire.What is wrong with me?“No,” I mutter and step away from Abbadon, pressing my trembling fingers against my lips. “I’m sorry,” I say. “I can’t.”He tucks stray hair behind my ears and gives me a quiverin
Abbadon’s POV: Everything’s going exactly to plan. I know she misses her other mate, the one The Goddess sent to her. I’d be shocked by her cruelty of fating only one mate to Edric, but I hate the fucking son of a bitch, so my sympathy for him is a little on the low side. I stand at the window, looking at Maya. My whole being cries out for her. She sits on the lawn with her legs pulled up, her head turned sideways, cheek resting on her knees, eyes closed. She looks so peaceful that it makes my heart ache. I don’t know if she’s communicating with the wolf again. She thinks I don’t know that she’s mind-linking with him, but I can hear his voice in her head. Yesterday, she left me just so she could talk to him, but last night, she was all mine. My hard cock strains against the fabric of my trousers. It’s been a while since I’ve been with anyone – almost twenty-two years in fact. From the night I made her u
Abbadon hits the target of the ball-throwing game with one try, breaking the steel target clean off its hinge. The carnie glares at him with a look of pure disbelief on his face. “How did you…here,” he rips a massive stuffed orange dinosaur off a hook and shoves it at Abbadon. “Why, thank you kindly, dear sir,” he mocks and hands me the toy. “Thank you,” I snort-laugh and fold my arms around the giant dinosaur. “Maybe it’s time we left,” I offer. “Yes,” he says and stares at the bathrooms in the distance. “I just want to wash my hands.” “Okay,” I start walking with him in the direction of the restrooms, but he stops me. “No. Wait here. I won’t be long. In fact--” he digs his car keys out of his pocket and hands them to me --“just go wait for me in the truck. It’s getting cold.” At first, I think nothing of it. I take the car keys without arguing, but then that nagging little voice that followed me around my whole life, tells me that so
Edric's POV: Standing outside on the lawn, I hand Deimos to Clarissa. Maya trusted her, so I trust her. My mate’s instincts are always spot on and have never led us astray. “Where are you going?” she asks, cradling the sleepy pup to her breasts. She knows. We started rehearsing this little deception after Millicent showed up here to tell us the truth. Always during the day when we knew that Gabriel wouldn’t overhear us. Clarissa’s pregnancy is nearing the end, and I know she’s tired, but I don’t trust anyone else to take care of my son. “Maya needs me. She’s in danger.” “You’re sure?” Darius asks. “Yes. I can feel it.” “You can feel your mate’s emotions?” Clarissa asks. “That must be…bothersome.” I shake my head. “Not always. The last time I felt it, Millicent had trapped her consciousness in the underworld. I think Maya…makes me feel her fear when she’s in mortal peril or something. I do
The only saving grace I have now is the fact that Abbadon used regular steel chains and not silver. He did a good job wrapping the chains around me, and even if I could shift, which I can’t, I won’t be able to break free. Everything hurts. Everything. Even my eyes hurt, and I have no idea why.He almost killed me, came so close that I saw the other side wink at me. I don’t know what happened, but when the world reappeared, Gabriel was kneeling next to me, dripping blood into my mouth. “What were you thinking?” he hollered at Abbadon. “Do you want her to die?”Abbadon said nothing. There was no remorse. I would have been able to deal with it better if he showed even an ounce of regret for the little girl he had murdered or got upset that he almost killed me and that another vampire had to save me. Edric would have gone batshit if Gabriel gave me his blood without his permission, but Abbadon didn’t seem to care at all. Does
Abbadon's POV: I wake up with a pounding headache and a raging thirst, a sure sign that I gave in to the bloodlust last night. Nothing will help for this hangover, not even blood. I’ll just have to tough it out. For some reason Maya is sleeping next to me, her left foot dangling off the bed. What bothers me more than anything is the pile of chains on the floor. I look up at the ceiling. The remnants of a chain still hang from the hook. Shit. Fuck. What did I do? I lean over Maya and look over the edge of the bed at her foot. Dammit. At least I had the foresight to put a barrier between her and the metal, but I tied it way too tight and the chain is eating into her skin. How the hell can she even be asleep right now? That must hurt like hell. I kneel next to her, breaking the chain off her ankle. What in the name of all that’s unholy did I do last night? “Maya?” I gently shake her awake. Her grey eyes fly open and I can see the fear sw