Page 61 of Act of Brotherhood
She bent her head, her gaze narrowing on him as her lips curved into a tempting smile. “Viking.”
Her voice moved over him in a way that demanded his attention.
“Come and get me,” she said and the urge to do so overtook him.
He tried to contain the beast within in him, but when presented with the opportunity for a chase, the wolf wasn’t backing down.
Nicolette grinned and then ran for the hall, managing to skate past Garth before he could reach her. That was saying something because he was really freaking fast. Her scent washed over him.
“Catch me, if you can,” she teased, her voice holding addition sway over him. If he wouldn’t have known better, he’d have said she had a gift similar to a vampire—the power of compulsion, but that was absurd. She was human.
That, in itself, should have made him come to his senses and stop. It didn’t. His wolf pulsed, controlling his actions. It wanted to hunt the prey Nicolette presented. It wanted to track her, corner her, mark her, and claim her.
Garth reached out and grabbed at the wall in an attempt to stop himself.
It didn’t work.
He followed Nicolette out in to the hallway and found her there, near the bottom of the staircase, lifting the Vikings T-shirt over her head and tossing it at him.
She locked gazes with him. “Do it, Garth.”
He had no choice but to obey. He wasn’t even sure what “it” was, but he was about to do it. He took off after her, the thrill of the chase exciting him more.
Nicolette squealed in delight and ran up the stairs, going straight for her room.
Garth rushed up the stairs, following behind her. He overtook her and lifted her, her ass pressing to his erect cock.
She laughed.
“Nicolette,” he said, barely managing to swim through the mass of hormones he felt. “Run!”
She wiggled her backside against him. “No.”
He released her quickly and backed up fast. “Go!”
She glanced over her shoulder at him and then the woman did the unthinkable. She went to the bed and bent over it, presenting her backside to him like a fucking present. Didn’t she know how dangerous he was? Couldn’t she feel the beast in him threatening to burst free? Did she have any concept of self-preservation?
Fuck.
The sight of her there, bent, waiting and willing was too much for him to resist. Garth went at her and bent over her, lining up with her pussy. He thrust in with one long, powerful stroke, making her cry out and claw at the bedsheets.
He pounded into her like a depraved animal, his wolf guiding his movements. The low buzzing continued, as did the feel of foreign power around him. Was that Fae magik? It couldn’t be.
Unable to think beyond how good it felt being in Nicolette, Garth concentrated on her. He laid his body over hers fully, effectively locking her in place as he fucked her like a mad man.
She slapped at the mattress, moaning as she did. “Yes.”
He kept going.
She reached back fast, grabbed his upper thighs and jerked him to her more with a force that was normally reserved for supernaturals. She clawed at his thighs, drawing blood in the process. That only excited his wolf more.
He fucked her so hard the bed began to move across the hardwood floor. He didn’t dare stop. He couldn’t.
Nicolette lifted her hand and he caught sight of blood on the end of her fingertips. His blood. The vixen brought her hand to her mouth and licked the blood clean.
Garth lost it then.
He knew there was no turning back. No stopping his wolf. It had found its version of Valhalla.
