Page 36 of Undying
My soul is shattered in so many pieces that I’m barely a person anymore.
I couldn’t bear it if anyone else got hurt trying to save something that isn’t worth saving. I thought Stanton would be relieved to be spared, but he just looks pissed. When the big Viking gives a dark chuckle, I’m distracted, and damn if my nipples don’t tighten.
Stanton leans forward until his face is inches away from mine. I crinkle my nose at his nearness, but it does little to stop my body from reacting with pure lust, and I bite my lip to hold back a groan. “How about you let me decide what’s worth it?”
Fuuuuck!
And there goes my panties…if I were wearing any.
He inhales deeply, his chest expanding impressively and a growl rumbling from him. I blush when I realize he can smell my arousal. I go to step back but only end up smacking against the glass door of my cage.
Then I’m trapped as he pushes forward, not stopping until my breasts brush against his chest in a delicious way that has me squirming against the need to rub up against him. He lifts his hand to his mouth, then bites deep, the delicious scent of his blood perfuming the air as it drips down his hand.
Then he’s speaking the oath, never once looking away, and my body practically hums at his intensity. I’m so distracted that I miss when the barbarian saunters up next to us, places a hand on the wall above my head, then leans against the glass and peers down at me.
I gulp when I find them both staring at me with heated eyes. I should be terrified at being the center of their focus, but the shiver that crawls down my back has little to do with fear, and I melt against the glass, thankful for the support when my knees actually quiver.
But I refuse to be weak ever again. I lift my chin, then flash them a smile. “So how are you going to sneak me out of a secret compound without anyone noticing?”
Their smiles are slow to form, their fangs peeking out between their lips, and I shiver, aching to feel them nibble along my neck and other, more interesting, body parts.
Damn if their smiles aren’t fucking potent!
Ten minutes later, I want to smack them and myself for even asking. Instead of going up to get out of the underground bunker, the three of us went down.
Likewaaaydown.
“And you’re sure there isn’t an easier way to leave the bunker without being detected?” I grimace, shaking the sticky black muck off my hand as we crawl through a tunnel so small that I’m not sure how the two behemoths can actually fit with their broad shoulders and big frames.
The tunnels are pitch-black, and even with my enhanced sight, it’s hard to see anything. Thankfully, Milo lent me some clothes he had in his locker, blushing and apologizing for the slightly used smell. What I didn’t tell him was I kind of liked it and caught myself sniffing the collar more than a few times…and not just because we were crawling through the fucking service tunnels, either.
I didn’t mind that I had to roll up the sleeves and pant legs multiple times. It’s better than having my bare ass hanging out in the breeze. But I miss the comfort of Castle’s shirt, miss having his warmth surround me, miss his scent, and I vow to steal it back at the first opportunity.
Castle accepted his shirt back with a scowl, looking like he was seconds away from tucking me into it once again. Then a wicked smile crossed his face, and he brought it up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Mortification heated my cheeks, but I couldn’t look away, my blood heating as he dragged it over his head. When we entered the service tunnels, I was almost grateful for the distraction.
Almost.
Tobias chuckles, the sound carrying back to me as I follow him through the tunnel, and I mentally curse when my nipples tighten in response. “This is the safest route. Spies are always watching HQ. We don’t want anyone to know about your existence until your position is secure.”
I sigh and reluctantly accept my fate, silently bitching that I can barely smell him over the stench of the tunnels.
It’s like something tried to escape and died down here.
Even surrounded by the two wolves, I’m not foolish enough to relax my guard.
I’m not afraid of death. I lived amongst the corpses for too long to get squeamish now, but that doesn’t mean I like it.
Death isn’t something to fear…it’s the madness of men and monsters that worries me.
We’re crawling through the underbelly of HQ for a reason.
I unconsciously speed up, then huff when I nearly crash into the barbarian. If I weren’t so on edge, I could almost admire his ass, my fingers itching to squeeze the gorgeous tush just inches from my nose. Instead of giving in to the urge, I shake my head and reluctantly retreat.
Conscious of the Viking following only a few paces behind me, my own ass warms, and I don’t dare look to see if he’s staring at it or not.
Now is not the time to get distracted.
Though I was young when paranormals revealed themselves to the humans, I’ve only dealt with vampires. I can’t help but admit, if only to myself, that I’m more than a little curious about the wolves.
