Page 86 of Kentucky Nights
I dig down into the roots of my soul for energy, speeding to her, and curl over her, taking another spear through my shoulder.
“Ahh!” I scream, shouting my agony to the sky.
The bull pulls away, wanting enough distance to charge.
“He will never stop trying to kill you. He has no other thoughts anymore. His brain is wiped clean.”
“Kentucky. I love you. I love you so fucking much,” Dru says, pressing her shaking hands against my wounds. “You’ll be okay.You have to be. You have to be okay. We aren’t done. We can’t be done. I just…I just got you.”
I cup her face with my bloody hand, pressing my forehead against hers. “I love you too, Darlin’. From the moment I saw you, I loved you.”
“I don’t want us to die,” she whispers, peering over my shoulder to the bull. “Bite me. Complete the bond.”
“Not like this. I won’t take advantage of your will.”
Dru’s murderous scream causes my ears to ring when Gunpowder’s horn pierces my other shoulder.
It doesn’t hurt anymore.
“My will?”
The bull backs away again.
“I don’t give a damn about my will!” Dru palms the back of my head, forcing me to her neck. “You carry my will in your hands every day. My will means nothing without you. Bite me so we can have a chance of that happily ever after.”
I hate the circumstance. I’m too weak to deny her offer when I want it so badly. Sinking my fangs into her vein is more than I’ve ever dreamed. Her skin gives without resistance, her blood pouring down my throat to heal the deepest wounds that have stained my bones.
Wrapping an arm around her, I groan from how fucking good she tastes. I pull her close, her hands still applying pressure to my wounds as she gasps with every drag I take.
My enhanced hearing begins to work again, and I can hear the pounding of the bull’s steps closing in.
Danger is close, and it isn’t enough to stop my body’s reaction to having my fated’s blood for the first time. My cock is hard. Her body is warm. Her blood is weighed with oxytocin, fueling every chamber of my heart with her desire.
I blur us out of the way in the nick of time, the bull’s head bending the metal railing from his power. His horns becomestuck, which only piss him off further. He bucks and wails, doing his best to free himself.
Instincts have me biting into my own wrist and pressing it against her lips. Her eyes round in surprise, but she doesn’t question me. She holds onto my forearm, drinking to bind us.
The final step.
An orange glow lifts from my chest while a neon purple swirls from hers. They twist together and become one, floating back into our bodies.
We sit there staring at one another, my arm still wrapped around her tight, pressing our bodies together so I know she’s safe. The wound on her neck scars over, and the scent of death vanishes.
“Well, isn’t that unfortunate.”
Faster than he can take another step, I draw my gun hidden in my boot and fire.
Sinking a silver-plated wooden bullet through his heart.
His hand is slow, pressing against his bleeding wound, before he pulls it back to look at it. “You shot me?”
I stand, my strength renewed. My wounds need another few hours to fully heal, but they are well on their way. I keep Dru at my side as we walk to him, my gun still heavy and at the ready in my hand.
“You never threaten a cowboy and live to see another day, Son. Especially one who is quick on the draw.”
“You’d shoot your own son?” He falls to his knees, struggling to stay alive when his skin begins to flake into ash.
He falls onto his back, staring up at the same night I’ve dreamed about dying under. I didn’t have a choice. I had to kill him. Dru would have never been safe with him lurking around.
