Page 42 of Bitten By Bloodmoon
“How would you feel if I could read your thoughts?”
Relieved. Like a burden has been lifted. Like I don’t have to decide what to share and what to keep secret. She would just know everything, and then maybe we could figure out what this connection is between us and use its purpose, or end it once and for all.
“You can, I you want to.”
“No, I can’t.”
“It’s a two-way connection. You can get into my mind just as easily as I can yours. You can probably do the same with Ambrose.”
She freezes. “Can he get into my mind like you can? Has he been able to this entire time?”
Her fear is palpable in the air. I don’t need a connection with her to feel it. “My best guess, yes.”
“Fuck,” she screams, yanking on her silver hair to rip us both from her head.
“When I rejected his bond, did that sever my connection with him?”
“I don’t know.”
Finally, she collapses into the couch opposite me. She’s finally had enough of this madness and needs time to just think. And then she looks at me. Her eyes squint, locking on me with a fierce intensity, as if she’s trying to burn straight through my mind.
“What are you doing?” I chuckle.
“Trying to read your mind.”
“It’s more of a mental thing than a physical one. You don’t need to squint your eyes at me.”
She huffs. “You can’t believe I’m your mate. We are worse together than Ambrose and I were.”
“I don’t believe we are mates.”
“Then why tell the vampires that? We are no closer to breaking the curse than Ambrose and I were.”
“Because you are seeing visions, prophecies, so am I. I think our connection is because we are both seers. Together we can figure out how to break the curse.” I don’t tell her that my theory would also mean that Ambrose is probably a seer and has visions, and that’s why the three of us can talk to each other in our heads. That would be too much for her to accept at the moment.
“And telling them you’re my mate means they won’t hurt you. You’re safe, and yes, I’d like to protect you so we can find a way to break the curse,” I continue.
“That’s it? You just want to break the curse? You don’t want to mark me as your mate?”
A primitive growl creeps up my chest, but I quickly push it down before I make an audible sound. One that screams,she’s mine! You’re mine! I want you spread before me while I feast on your flesh and drive my thick cock inside you as you orgasm over and over in blissful ribbons until every painful emotion you’ve been through vanishes and we are the only two souls left in existence.
But I don’t say any of that. It’s just the curse fucking with me. She’s not my mate. She’s still in love with Ambrose for fucking sakes. He’s probably her mate, but the gods put a spell on him to fuck it all up so he wouldn’t break the curse until we’ve all been punished to their satisfaction. Only then will they allow them to break the curse.
“I just want to break the curse.”
“I’m not sure I care about breaking the curse anymore. And I definitely don’t want your protection.”
“Prove it.”
“What?”
“Prove that you don’t need or want my protection.”
She narrows her eyes at me as if she knows it’s a trick.
I rest my arms casually on the armrests, widening my legs in the most relaxed manner that I can.
“Attack me. Survive for one minute. Sixty seconds to prove to yourself that if you can survive that long, then you can survive long enough when faced against an enemy vampire or wolf shifter,” I prod.
