“You’re all furious. Your blood is up and your vicious.” I noted. Giving them all an assessing study. Explaining even as the idea fully formed in my mind.
They both looked at me as if I were a fool for declaring the obvious.
“We’re going to use that.”
They all looked at me flabbergasted.
I need to explain. Quick.
There was already indignation written over them.
“Tonight, we’re hunting. There are two or three packs within walking range tonight. You said they’re already smelling me. So, we’ll use that too.”
I’ll be bait.
They’ll be completely distracted by wanting to mount me. They’ll be slaughtered by my mates.
Hunter and Racer exchanged a look. But it was Vanquish that said what they were all thinking. “No.”
“Yes.”
“No.” Hunter shook his head adamantly. “You could end up underneath the whole pack. Do you have any idea what you smell like?”
Not really.
“Damn you all to hell.” I was swearing at the three of them as they milled leisurely about the house. Readying for bed. I rattled the chair so hard it was nearly bouncing across the floor. As I strained against the ropes around my wrists, shoulders, waists, knees and ankles. Vanquish had said he’d tie me up but somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d thought he was bluffing. Why the hell did I think that. Well, it was painfully apparent to me now, that he was not. It had taken all three of them to hold me into it and wrap the ropes they’d stolen from the camp down the hill, around me. “Oh, you won’t fight but you’ll sure as shit steal from them, huh?” I gritted my teeth. Letting my one free hand, turn to claws as I swiped and caught Hunter’s elbow. He yelped and lunged back from reach. Giving me a betrayed look. Like I’d just stomped on a puppy. *** Still, they’d managed to get me bound t
I knew what a mage was. I understood their power and knew King Detry used them to hunt wolves. But I’d had no idea what it’d really look like when they wielded there magic. Not until the moment I unleashed Hawk and Magus on this camp. It was chaos. They were a nightmare of magic. In a way I thought us changing form was a type of magic. But in comparison to what I witnessed now... It’s nothing. The duo were running through the camp. Tossing bodies from their path with a flick of their hand. Muttering words under their breath which sent bodies into the air in a flurry of motion. Standing back near the trees was the pretty blonde who seemed to be watching nervously. Her gaze flicking to watch the destruction but seeming unsure about rushing in. Though she hasn’t fled. That’s something. I used a long, curved dagger Magus had collected off the first wolf he saw and promptly
I cried out at the sting of the wound. Clutching my shoulder and feeling the indentation of his teeth still embedded in my skin. I felt the hot flood of blood seeping over my hand and saturating my clothes. Instantly dizzying me as I remembered the sticky feel and coppery scent of it on that floor so many years ago. Shoving that image from my mind, I refused to succumb to the tremors just now. I focused on trying to get free of the brutal jaws. This was no marking. It was an attack. He shook his head roughly to sink his teeth in further. Than he ripped out a chunk of flesh. I yipped in pain and pressed my palm against it to try and stem the bleeding. Standing on my toes to keep my scalp from being torn free. Hawk and Magus stared at me in horror. They’d stopped moving and now gripped their daggers loosely next to their legs as they assessed what they were doing. Then I saw Magus gaze flick to something at the edge of ca
Vanquish straightened. Not looking away from me as he twitched his grip and snapped the spear into two sharp pieces. He adjusted to put one in each hand and confront whoever came at him next. His head whipped and he lowered into a crouch. Ready for battle. And suddenly I was really, really, hoping that fighting all of them wore him out before he got to me. Just beyond him was Racer and Hunter. Fighting furiously. They were all going to be angry. I was going to pay. But more importantly… They’re here. *** My mates were as much wild fury as the mages had been alone and together we were unstoppable. Blood splattered and splashed, and somehow, I managed to keep it together. A fact which I was rather proud of. Wolves fell all around us. Many at the tip of my own dagger. One man tried to punch me, but Racer came from nowhere to shove the fist aside. Catching the man’s shoulders as he
He stalked across the camp and caught my arm. Pulling me from the doorway. The two females behind me emerged on weak legs. Shielding their faces from the light. One tripped but when she would’ve fell, Jonathan took two quick steps and caught her. Steadying her gently against the wall. Don’t touch her! I wanted to scream. Feeling increasingly protective under the mating moon. But one look at him and I realized he wasn’t even seeing a she-wolf. In his mind, he’s helping rescue his sister. I felt myself soften immediately. Refocusing my attention on the angry man pulling me, like a pup on a leash. “Vanquish. Vanquish!” I tugged him to a stop. He rounded on me. His face flushed in anger and his chest heaving. “What the hell are you thinking?” “I’m thinking that I’m the best distraction out here, right now.” “Is there no thought for your own safety?” “There is.” “It certainly
“I understand.” I whispered. “What are we going to do?” “Well, first we are going to finish this night. We’ll go back up.” He nodded toward the hill. “You’ll thank your mates for coming to save your skinny ass.” His voice dropped as he whirled me around to the front of him. His voice dropping as his hand slid to my lower back. “And thank us well...” “I will.” I nodded. Understanding very clearly his meaning. He does for me what I wish. But I will be his slave tomorrow. To do with as he wishes. “Come tomorrow, in the haze of the descending Mating Moon, when we are sated, and other wolves are not. We will bait you as your so keen on doing yourself. And we will decimate as many packs as we can through the day, building your little army.” I felt tears leap to my eyes at the relief I was feeling. He’s going to do it! And we all knew that where Vanquish went. So did Hunter and Racer. I have them.
“She’s milking me raw!” Racer cried. Gripping my hips as I held him in while he tried to pull out and go back in. “She’s so tight.” “Everything about you!” Hunter joined them in. Palming my breasts against his chest and rolling them to catch my budded nipples between his fingers. Tugging them as he came.A long drawn-our moan telling me he too was spent. I could feel their heat. The tautness of their bodies. The sounds of their pleasure and knew they were mine. My lovers. My mates. After all the difficulties and strain we’d endured over the last few months, I had to admit that being with all of them again made me feel somehow whole. Racer pushing me forward and back driving Hunter mad as he couldn’t stay lodged in as he came. “Vanna Rae!” Racer cried. Pouring into me as well. *** A branch a distance away cracked. My head swung to see through the dense trunks. Immediately wanting to know who’d been
“Stop.” Hawk called weakly to her. Lifting a staying hand. “She may prove useful yet.” Mary looked over her shoulder at him but didn’t let go of the old woman. Her blue eyes still swirling as if reflecting an infinite pool. “Besides,” He added. “I need you.” He waved her over and that was the moment Mary let go. Dropping Marta to her knees as she rushed back to Hawk. “What can I do?” She looked at him pitifully. Terror on her face. “Magus?” I said to the man standing a distance away by the door. He sat in the doorway, his feet resting on the ground outside, looking worriedly at Hawk. “Yes?” He lifted his head. I headed for him. “You’re worried about him?” “Mages can’t usually heal themselves. He certainly can’t.” “So how can we help him?” “We need a healer.” Rebekah. I chewed my cheek. I couldn’t spare any of them. Not right now. I’m going to need them all to fight wi