Page 30 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
She bares her teeth. “I hate you.”
“I know, but you’re still bleeding.”
She looks down at her side as if realizing for the first time that there is an immense wound on her side stretching from the bottom of her rib cage to her hip. Shifting into her wolf form helped somewhat, but she wasn’t in it long enough. Her wolf would never have been able to fully heal her, but if she’d stayed in that form longer, it might have been enough to avoid needing a healer. We’ll never know.
It’s not the only thing she realizes. She’s naked, as am I.
She hastily covers herself with her hands, but the quick movement shoots pain through her side. She flinches, her hands landing over her wound instead.
“I don’t trust any of your healers. They probably aren’t medically trained, and they will just try to turn me into a vampire. I’m fine.” The smallest attempt at movement draws a cursed wince. The adrenaline that was coursing through her when she was throwing punches my way is long gone, no longer providing any pain relief.
“You trusted Ambrose’s healers even though they could have turned you into a witch.”
She opens her mouth to argue back, and then it’s as if the world has tilted on its axis in her expression as she realizes another truth. Her previous medical attention wasn’t medical at all. It was magic—that’s what had healed her.
“Fuck. But I still don’t trust you not to turn me into a vampire.”
“Why would I turn you into a vampire? You’re a human whose ability to shift into a wolf is tied to an asshole alpha. You’re powerless against me. I don’t even need to use my mind control to control you. Why would I want to give you vampire abilities? That seems foolish to me.”
She scoffs, and I take the opportunity to inspect her body, looking for any other injuries I missed. But my eyes betray me, straying from her wounds to the curve of her naked ass, then up her slim waist to the swell of her breasts that I want to bite. Everything about her is a magnetic desire being served on a platter for me. Kill her, taste her, fuck her—she has to be mine.
“Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you want to fuck me. I will never sleep with you. I’m going to kill you.”
I nod my head. “Then stop looking at me like you want me to bed you.”
She scowls. “Why would I ever want to fuck a man who nearly killed me?” She points to the gash on the side of her body.
I clench my jaw, remembering how foolish and brave she was jumping between Ambrose and me to stop us from killing each other. It’s a miracle neither of us killed her.
“Speaking of that, you shouldn’t ever interfere with a fight between Ambrose and me again.”
“Stop telling me what to do! I’ll do whatever I want.”
“I’ll stop telling you what to do when you stop almost getting yourself killed.”
She glares at me stubbornly.
“Now, will you follow me back to the Bloodmoon village? Or would you prefer I carry you?”
“Neither,” she says stubbornly.
I scratch the back of my neck, trying not to explode on her. She’s infuriating. All I’m trying to do is keep her alive so we canfigure out how to break the curse, and she’s making everything as difficult as fucking possible.
“Do you have a death wish? If you stay here, you’re going to die. You’ll bleed out or die of infection. And that’s if another animal or vampire doesn’t come along and finish you off first.”
That gets her attention. Her eyes widen when I say the word vampire, and she suddenly sees the woods very differently.
“You can’t keep me as your captive.”
“I can,” I remind her. “But then again, I think you’re going to stay willingly.”
“Why would I ever stay with you?”
“Because right now, you hate Ambrose more. And Ambrose can’t get to you as long as you are here.”
