Page 42 of Blood of the Fallen
Touch me.
He shook his head.
Touch them!
He hissed my name between the cage of his teeth, then, losing the battle, lowered his mouth to my nipple and kissed it, his tongue flicking over it, and his hot breath causing the tiny hairs in my arms to stand on end. As he swirled his tongue in circles, I arched my back, moaning. His mouth trailed a path of warm kisses to my other breast and gave it the same undivided attention.
“You taste like honey,” he said, his mouth returning to mine as he thrust his hips once, driving the heat of my body to another level.
Take me. Make me yours.
My eyelids grew heavy.
Kall continued kissing me, his attention growing gentle. He brought his mouth to my ear and spoke slowly, languidly. “I will make you mine, Sheela. In this way and every other way. I promise you. Next time, you’ll have to beg me to stop instead,” he crooned.
“Not… next… time,” I said. “Now.”
He chuckled. “Not now. You’re going to sleep. That’s another side effect of the kinnikinnick.”
“Sleep? I… don’t wan…”
I felt a kiss on my forehead, then something thick and furry covered me. I curled up, turning on my side, the sensation of heated kisses dancing over my skin and pulling me into bliss.
CHAPTER 16
Shoutsofalarmwokeme up. I sat up with a jolt, the thick fur that had been covering me, sliding onto my lap.
I was naked from the waist up.
“Damn!”
I scrambled over my bed of furs, searching for my tunic. I found it folded to the side and quickly slipped it on. Visions of Kall kissing me and laying on top of me flashed before my eyes. His lips closing around my peeked breasts.
Oh no, what had I done?! Had we…?
No, he had… refrained even though I practically threw myself at him. What an embarrassment!
Another shout outside.
I shook my head, pushed those thoughts aside, and hurried out. A few pack members ran past me, headed toward the north end of the camp.
“What’s happening?” I asked, but no one answered.
I searched the rest of the camp, but it appeared everyone had abandoned whatever they’d been doing and had gone to see what was happening. I followed the others, panic sinking its claws into me. Had the Academy found us?
Running past the camp’s outer perimeter and into the forest, I tried to peer ahead, but the thick vegetation didn’t let me see far. Five minutes out, I finally caught sight of the rest of the pack. I slowed down. Everyone was gathered in a circle, looking at something. My heart pounded against my chest. Was someone hurt? Or worse, dead?
Please, don’t. Don’t!
A baby started crying. I shook my head, confused. There weren’t any babies in the pack. I pressed past the line of bodies and stepped next to Novuk, whose face was disfigured in rage. I followed his darkened gaze to a red-headed woman holding a bundle tightly to her chest—the crying baby— and a tall man. No, not a man. A Fae male, he had a finely chiseled face, pointed ears, and lilac eyes. My jaw fell open. I had never seen one in person, only in textbooks.
Their clothes were torn and streaks of dry blood covered their faces and arms. My nose flared as I caught the woman’s scent. She was a shifter.
“We ask for refuge,” she said, holding her head high.
Chieftess Yura stepped up to meet them. “Who are you?”
“We are what’s left of the Mesickek pack,” she said.
