Page 5 of Blood of the Damned: Thorn
He resisted telling his squirrel to fuck off when it was pointless. Hewasbeing dramatic but with damn good reason.
The moving car brought Ledger’s gaze to his…
He pinched his arm hard and squealed at the pain. Nope, not a dream. It really had happened.
“What is it, Sweetling?” the hunk of stunningness asked. The smooth voice once more sent delightful sensations to places it had no business going. Not when it made everything even more real.
“I…” he glanced out the window. It was far safer when the urge to climb into the lap of the man—or whatever he was—and get a repeat performance of earlier was hard to resist. And acting on that desire was out of the question.
Was it?
Yes, it most definitely is.Mortified was what he was, when he didn’t even know the man’s name, and yet he’d let him…
Oh to the heaven’s, I’m mated!
I’ve a mate.
I bit a stranger.
A stranger who is my mate.
It didn’t matter which way he looked at it, Ledger had lost his goddamn mind in bumfuck nowhere.
What the fuck was I playing at?
Sweetling, I understand—
Understand,Ledger shouted in alarm, having not considered that the man next to him would hear all his thoughts.We… you… I…
Ledger twisted in his seat and barely noted the stunning scenery that was so different from the town of Bayfield. Lush, green hills lay spread out before them. Ledger didn’t have the wherewithal to ask where, with everything else tumbling around in his head.
He breathed deep, hoping to get his pulse to behave and stop making his ears buzz, only the scent in the confines of the car made his body react and his teeth ache with a desire to… bite.
What is wrong with me?
“There is nothing wrong with you, Sweetling. It’s the newness of our mating.”
He sounded so reasonable.
But Ledger wasn’t feeling reasonable. “I think you should turn the car around.”
Yes, he needed to regroup, alone. His brain seemed okay with the idea, though the center of his chest made it feel like he was thinking about cutting out his own heart.
He rubbed at the place that ached, further disconcerted when a deep chuckle sent shivers to interesting places as those blue eyes glanced in his direction.
“I have a meeting with my new employer and I’m already terribly late,” he tried.
“You’re my dhampir, Sweetling.”
“Huh?” Ledger figured it was some sort of cosmic joke when he was clueless about the meaning of that word. How could he when he lost his grip on reality?
His sticky, uncomfortable ass said he had. His clothes were a mess. Button’s torn off his expensive shirt. Yep, this was not his reality.
“I’ll explain everything when we reach the house. I need to concentrate on getting us home safely.”
“What?” Ledger felt the squeaky voice was going to become a permanent fixture. “Is there something dangerous on the way?”
Ledger lost his ability to breathe when he became the focus of his mate. The blue of his eyes seemed to glow before the color bled into a fiery red, resembling a ball of sun about to set. Hunger, it was all he felt between them. A deep-seated craving that felt unnaturally intense.
