Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
“Ask Dom then. He saw me disappear into it.”
“The next time I see Dom I’m going to rip his fucking throat out,” he growls.
I take his hand, lead it to my abdomen. “No, you won’t, because he fed your baby, Rogan. Your baby and mine. He craves the blood of his father’s kind, and I fear what may happen to him if he doesn’t get it.”
“He’ll get all he needs from me then.”
I nod. “Thank you. Even though we’re not mates—”
“We are mates, Hannah.” He grips my shoulders, his eyes smoldering. “We’re fucking mates.” His mouth comes down on mine.
I’m powerless to resist him because I want this as much as he does.
Out there somewhere is his true mate—someone who carved out those two vampires’ hearts. Did she have a reason? Or is she simply insane? Or evil?
He rips his mouth from mine, his cock jutting out hard and beautiful. “Take off your clothes,” he commands.
I want to.
God, how I want to.
I want to escape into his magnificent body. Forget about my father’s treachery and my stepfather’s evil threats and disgusting hatred. His manipulation of my mother. Forget that Rogan and I aren’t each other’s destiny, aren’t each other’s mates.
Once more.
Just once more, and then I’ll find the truth.
I’ll find Rogan’s mate.
I strip off my clothes in record time, and within another second, I’m on my back and Rogan is thrusting into me.
Seems all we do is fuck like this now. Raw and feral with no foreplay. How can there be foreplay when we’re constantly in danger?
Are we in danger here?
I wonder for a split second, but then I melt into the joining of our bodies, his cock burning through me, his pelvis hitting my clit with each thrust.
The climax builds within me, each plunge of his cock taking me higher and higher still, until—
I arch into him, writhe with him, scrape my fingernails over his shoulders and draw his wolf blood.
The scent catapults me into an orgasm so intense, snapping my fangs down, that I grab his head—still, he’s thrusting—and bring him to me. Then I sink my teeth into his flesh…and I drink.
I drink for my child.
For myself.
And for Rogan, because even though I know our bond is chemically induced, I can’t deny the reality of it.
Part of Rogan needs to feed me. Needs to feed our child.
He grunts as he plunges into me one last time. “Fuck, princess. God, you feel good. That’s right. You take me. Take from me. Take only from me.”
My pussy is still pulsing when I finally move away from his neck, let the last of his blood slide down my throat. Feed and nourish me. Feed and nourish our child.
He pulls out and lies next to me, one hand over his forehead.
The sun blazes above us, and the grass is soft and cool under my back.
My clothes lie on the grass. I know I should rise. Get dressed. Figure out where to go next.
But for this moment, I let myself imagine the bond between Rogan and me is genuine.
Solid.
Real.
Because I don’t know what I’m going to do without it.
28
Unfortunately, I’m a realist, and within another moment, I stop myself from imagining that Rogan’s and my bond is real.
It’s not, pure and simple.
What is real is the child growing inside me. The child I must protect from anything that may want to cause him harm.
A shiver snakes down my spine as the cold wind whispers through the meadow.
Something’s not right here. This beautiful place has morphed into something ominous, and I want to leave.
Rogan’s hand is warm and steady in mine, an anchor in the eeriness that now surrounds us. I clutch my clothes and dress quickly.
“What will we do about clothing for you?” I ask Rogan.
“Same thing I always do. Arrive wherever I’m going in wolf form and then find something.”
I nod. “We need to go.”
“How? You think I know how to get out of here?”
“You got us here, didn’t you?”
He shakes his head. “I wish I knew what this place is. This isn’t the ether. At least not the ether I know.”
“I want to learn about the ether, Rogan. I want to know everything my father never taught me. But right now, we need to get out of here. We need to do something—” A light flashes in my mind.
It flashes with a word.
Unite.
Unite.
Unite.
Unite what?
And I know. I know as if it’s my destiny. I may not be Rogan’s true mate, but I need to unite the vampires and the lycans once and for all, or my child’s safety will always be in danger. But how? Wolves and vampires have always been natural enemies.
“Rogan, we need a plan to protect our unborn child from the demons,” I say, my voice trembling with fear and determination. “Our two communities—vampire and wolf—must unite against this threat before it’s too late.”