Chapter 4Marked“As far as we know, he was here alone,” Esther said, leaning back on the couch and folding her legs under her. “And we don’t have any evidence his employer sent him back. The magic on his car was standard spells you could buy from anyone, basic wards against tracking and to repel rust. They didn’t have a magical signature Doran recognized.”I took a swig out of my coffee mug and brooded over that while Esther picked up her phone and sent a couple of texts. We were sitting in her living room, a small, cozy space in an equally small, cozy house. Lots of throw pillows. Landscapes with grazing cows on the walls. Matching light-wood furniture and several floor lamps. It was as different from Laurie’s miserable little room as it was from my own spacious, dim, barely-furnished house.Laurie. That threw me into a deeper brood. It’d been most of a full day since I left him. Twenty-two hours and seven minutes, if you were going to get all fucking technical about it. The sun had
Chapter 5ObsessedLaurie worked every night.When the fuck did he rest up, without ever taking a night off? And what did he spend the money on? I couldn’t take the risk of following him during the day, so I couldn’t find out if he ran any errands or what they might be. The temptation to break into his apartment to look for bank statements or a birth certificate, or anything to tell me more about him, hit me every time I walked by his building on my way to lurk in the alley and masochistically watch him get picked up and driven off to be fucked by some stranger.Watching him come back was worse, sometimes. The bastards usually didn’t have the courtesy to drop him off again. Instead, he would trudge back to his spot, shivering in the cold and more tousled than when he’d left, sometimes limping a little.I was surprised he couldn’t hear the grinding of my teeth from all the way down by his streetlight. I’d found a fire escape on one of the buildings by the alley, and I had a spot in the
Chapter 6CaughtIt took two hours for Laurie to start to stir. First he nuzzled my shoulder, which made me tense up as hard as granite, and then his fingers flexed against my chest. He wriggled his body. I tried to pull my hips back to hide the erection that hadn’t faded one tiny bit this whole time, but there was nowhere for me to go.Laurie tipped his head back on my arm and blinked up at me, his eyes still a little unfocused from sleep.They focused fast once he realized what he was looking at. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, and tried to extricate himself. He didn’t try very hard, though, and I didn’t help. I tightened the arm I had around his waist until he went still. “I didn’t…I was comfortable.”“Me too.” Not at all. It was one of the most uncomfortable experiences of my life, crammed onto a narrow bed with a raging hard-on for hours, staying completely still so he didn’t wake up and end the torment. “I guess we both needed a nap.”My voice sounded too low and harsh, no matter how
Chapter 7TakenThere was no way in hell I was going back to see him before the week was up. Seven days, and then I’d go to his apartment, feed moderately, calmly make sure he was safe in bed, and leave.Very easy in theory.Very difficult in practice. Maybe he’d spotted me on the fire escape, but there were other hiding places along the block. I could scope it out during the day.But no. No way in hell.Three nights later, I was in the alley again. Quietly, this time. Creature of the night, Victor. I gritted my teeth and tried to tiptoe, and the muffling snow helped a lot. I had a new coat, exactly the same as the old one only minus the claw-patterned tears. It only flapped a little.Fuck it, the whoosh of car tires on slush from the street would cover it as long as I didn’t curse or rattle anything.It didn’t matter, though, because Laurie wasn’t there.It was a little early for him to have a customer, but it was also at least an hour after he usually took up position. Frowning, I l
Chapter 8HuntedLuck came in the form of a tall, ninja-esque figure with a massive sword strapped to his back.Doran flagged me down from the sidewalk as I ran a red light on the edge of town. I pulled over with a screech of tires, halfway up onto the curb, and leapt out of the car.I left the engine running, left the door open, left the keys. It didn’t matter, not when Doran was already sketching one of his void-space doorways in the air right there on the sidewalk.“Thank you,” I said, and I’d never meant anything more in my life.Doran nodded. “All the humans are out of the way of the trolls,” he replied, moving his hand to widen the gap enough for me to step through. “They could spare me for five minutes. You’re on your own from here, though. I can’t take the time to come with you. Fenwick insisted on leading the charge himself, and who knows what he’ll do without me there to talk some sense into him.”He stepped aside and waved me through like a genial butler in one of the great
Chapter 9SafeLaurie shuddered and curled tighter into my arms as I stepped over the threshold, and I didn’t blame him. Two corpses, blood everywhere…it was all in a day’s work for me, but he’d had more than enough for a whole slew of days.And he’d killed someone. I was sure he’d never done that before. It probably hadn’t even sunk in yet, and when it did, when the adrenaline high wore off, he was going to collapse like a house of cards.I kicked the door shut behind me and carried him through another door into the cabin’s one bedroom, shutting that one too to keep out the frigid air pouring through the front room’s broken window. A bathroom opened off the bedroom, and I finally set him down next to the shower, leaning him up against the wall. Letting go of him felt fucking wrong, but he wasn’t holding on to me, and I didn’t have an excuse.The small, old-fashioned bathroom had barely enough room to turn around between the toilet, sink, and shower stall. But it was clean enough, and
Chapter 10JoinedI bit, and his blood flooded my mouth, hot and rich and as necessary as breathing. I drank and drank, instinct taking over as my body insisted on replenishing its strength. The lingering damage to my internal organs healed immediately. And then it was pure bliss, life flowing into me and making me invincible.My cock strained hard and insistently against a soft, pliant body, and I distantly felt movement under me and fingers clawing into my shoulder.I needed more, and my hands moved, finding fabric where there should’ve been smooth skin. The barrier had to go. I tugged and tore, and there were sounds, moans and cries and whimpers. I drank, and my hands found yielding flesh at last.My name. I could hear my name. That voice tugged something in my chest.Laurie.I snapped out of it like crashing down from a third-floor fire escape and pulled my teeth out of him, licking off the last of the blood and pushing up on my elbows.Laurie. His chest rose and fell frantically
Chapter 11BoundA car engine gunning its way up the hill had me awake and alert in an instant. I knew I’d slept about five hours; I’d always had an excellent sense of time, something common to vampires. That meant it was maybe eight in the morning.Laurie was still curled up against me with his face pressed to my bare chest. I had my arms around him under the blankets, and our legs were tangled together. Every single point of contact, from his calf against mine to the way his elbow was poking me in the stomach, felt like a brand. I could’ve stayed there as long as he slept.Instead, I slid out of bed as quickly as I could without jostling him too much, already reaching for the sweatpants and t-shirt I’d shed the night before, finding them hanging off the side of the bed.Laurie jolted awake, his whole body tense within a second. He stared at me, his eyes wide. “Victor, what’s — fuck, what’s wrong?” He tried to sit up and then moaned, dropping back down. “What’s wrong with me?”“You w
EpilogueYou Don’t Want a Choice“Mr. Castelli,” Laura said, and smiled warmly. “Go right in. He’s never too busy for you.”“You know it’s Blake.” She shook her head, laughed, and went back to typing.I hadn’t yet given up on trying to convince Declan’s assistant that I didn’t deserve any particular formality; after nearly four months of trying, though, I’d started to fear it was hopeless.I set the double latte I’d grabbed on my way at the edge of her desk—if she insisted on calling me Mr. Castelli, I’d at least make sure she said it with affection—and stepped into Declan’s office.He glanced up from his laptop and then immediately back down again, which I knew meant “I’ll forget what I was typing if I don’t do it right now.” At first that’d hurt my feelings. Shades of being treated like an unwelcome and disliked inconvenience at Castelli Industries, of so many times I’d been called on the carpet in my father’s office only to be ignored until he deigned to notice me. But I knew it w
Chapter 21A Lucky ManIf I’d really tried, I might’ve been able to look at a calendar and count how many times Declan had laid me out on his bed, naked and waiting for him to take what he wanted.But I didn’t need to count to know that it’d never been like this.He settled me on my back, head carefully placed on a pillow, kneeling between my legs and leaning down to stroke a hand through my hair and down my cheek, coming to rest across my throat. Instead of a threat, it felt like safety.All right, a little bit of a threat.But that only had my cock perking up, getting harder every second that he pinned me down, glowing eyes fixed on my face with an intensity that would’ve had any sane man running away screaming.Or spreading his legs.I went with option two, letting my knees fall open to give him full access, my arms relaxed at my sides. Touching him—I wanted to, and I would. But right now I knew what he needed from me, and that was complete surrender, allowing him to re-stake his
Chapter 20Ten Years AgoNo matter how many times I’d daydreamed about Declan kissing me, the reality far outstripped the fantasy—and how often could you say that about anything? His mouth took control of mine the same way his body had taken control of me so many times, opening me and tasting me and laying me bare for him to use however he wanted.Which happened to be what I wanted too, so badly that I ached for it. His tongue teased between my lips and twined with mine as his arms tightened, gathering me so close that not a millimeter of space was left in between us.Declan kissed me until I couldn’t breathe, my lungs hot and laboring. All the pain and fear of the last few hours melted away, a much better and more natural kind of magic than the ones I’d experienced so far tonight.I pressed against him, kissing him back with everything I had, trying to spread my legs and wrap myself around him and take him into me so that he’d never leave.Declan tore his mouth away and lifted his h
Chapter 19My Life MatteredWhen I woke up, the SUV was moving—but I couldn’t shift so much as a muscle. My head had gotten crammed against the door and my neck ached like a bitch. My arms lay limp, one dangling to the floor of the car and the other on my leg. I tried to twitch a finger.No go.I couldn’t open my eyes, either, or speak. My autonomous functions weren’t affected, though: I could still hyperventilate. Lucky me.Kidnapped. I’d been fucking kidnapped, and the first thing Declan would do would be call me. No doubt they’d gotten rid of my phone. Then he’d look for me. He wouldn’t find me. And then he’d probably request—and be allowed, professional courtesy and all that—to review the security footage of me leaving the party and the path I’d followed from there.For a brief, shining instant, I almost felt relieved. Declan would look for me, he’d see the video and know—despair squeezed my chest into a tight ball.He’d see me looking nervous and running out of the building as i
Chapter 18This Won’t Go OnDeclan hustled me out the door the second I emerged from the bathroom, ushering me downstairs and into a waiting limo. A nice one: black, not too stretched, no neon lights or anything tacky, nothing I’d have to be embarrassed about riding in.I tried to focus on how good it felt to be wearing decent clothes, going somewhere in a respectable vehicle, and for fuck’s sake, actually leaving the Morrigan and going somewhere, rather than on being in an enclosed space with Declan and our combined scents of sex and alpha desire.If I focused on that, I’d end up begging him to knot me in the car after all.The limo pulled out of the Morrigan’s driveway and into traffic on the Strip. It was Friday night stop and go. Maybe we had time for a fuck after all?“Where are we going? Am I allowed to ask?”“Not far,” he said, putting paid to my hopes. “A few blocks. If I’d been going with Wa—colleagues I probably would’ve walked. I thought you might appreciate going in style
Chapter 17I Missed Your VoiceSince I’d never slept in Declan’s bed before, I woke up confused, disoriented, and with a mouth that tasted like someone had murdered a particularly sandy desert and buried its corpse under my tongue.Well, that last part didn’t have anything to do with Declan’s bed, to be fair.I rolled over and groaned, throwing an arm across my eyes to keep the sunlight out, because someone had left the blinds wide fucking open when he got up and went to work.I knew I’d be fine once I had a couple of glasses of water and a bite to eat; hangovers weren’t really that much of a thing for werewolves without serious effort involving multiple illicit substances, and I hadn’t been to a party that good in like, six months. But seriously. Close the damn blinds. Fuck.It crossed my mind to find my phone, make some coffee, and send him a text complaining about the window.And then I sat bolt upright, head in my hands, and let out another groan.I’d slept in his bed. We hadn’t
Chapter 16Kind of EndearingI woke up the next day just after eight o’clock, early by my previous standards but late by the standards of the company I kept these days. The cold coffee pot, holding only a few teaspoons of dregs, told me that Declan had been up and gone for hours. The usual hundred dollar bill sat beside it.That felt a little bit like I’d been slapped. I’d sat there and worked on that stupid spreadsheet for three full hours the day before without even getting up for a glass of water. I’d only stopped when Declan stood, put on his jacket, and told me it was quitting time.But apparently he assumed I’d be right back to blackjack and vodka today.Well, fuck him.I made a fresh pot of coffee, ordered some room service—an omelet, because I knew if I had any carbs at all I’d fall asleep with my face in the keyboard—and dressed in the closest thing I had to what the other people I’d seen in the offices had been wearing, black slacks and a blue button-down. I couldn’t wear a
Chapter 15Try MeLetting it all go seemed easy at first.I’d spent so many years showing—and allowing myself to feel—only the most surface of emotions: anger, entitlement, arrogance. Under the circumstances, I chose to temporarily trade those in for indifference, apathy, and resignation, but it was just as fake and just as likely to keep people from looking any deeper.My family hadn’t looked any deeper. Neither had Declan. Clearly, no one wanted to.And it worked. When I didn’t try to fight back, didn’t bother arguing or demanding answers, Declan didn’t go out of his way to humiliate or torment me aside from the rough, careless way he used me. He texted me at some point during the day to let me know when he wanted me available to be fucked, I awaited him obediently, and he fucked me. Sometimes he put me on my knees instead, or in addition to. I opened my mouth or spread my legs, and I moaned and cried out when he made me come, but I didn’t talk more than I absolutely had to.I took
Chapter 14What’s Worse?Declan’s knot hadn’t gone down at all by the time I blinked my eyes open and slowly came back to reality, lying on my side with Declan wrapped around me from behind. The bite he’d left on my neck throbbed in time with my heartbeat. I could feel his, too, syncing with mine and vibrating through my back.And I felt safe again, which made me want to throw up and then run away screaming.Well, he’d already made me scream. Running away was out. And it’d suck to throw up all over the bed and be stuck here.Unfortunately, that left me with nothing to do but lie there enclosed in his arms listening to his steady breaths in my ear, savoring the heat of his body and the softness of the bed.Ugh. Savoring. I really was, and it made me swallow hard against a wave of real nausea.But it suddenly occurred to me that maybe Declan felt something similar. Pheromones. Hormones. Borderline mating-magic. I couldn’t be the only one completely at their mercy, could I? He might not