Page 43 of Undying
Jolie gives me the stink eye at the kid’s comment, but I only shrug. “They’d be safe, but we have certain procedures we must follow.” I rub the back of my neck at her judgmental expression and grimace. “As much as I would love to say HQ is the best option, laws are not always favorable to all parties. HQ is used mostly as a last resort. We’re not the police.”
Jolie hesitates for a moment, looking uncertain. “That only leaves two options, then—you can either call someone to come get you, or you can come with us.”
I’m surprised by her offer, but after what happened to her at the hands of vampires, maybe I shouldn’t be. At the back of my mind, I wonder if maybe she’s a little too good to be true.
Maybe she’s playing us, leading us into some sort of trap, but her distress over the way the vampires targeted the shifters isn’t fake.
A vampire helping a shifter?
As in, really trying to help with no ulterior motives…I never thought I’d see the day.
Warmth fills my chest, a fragile bond of trust forming, and I become even more fascinated by the gorgeous woman.
When I don’t protest, she relaxes.
I’ll leave that for Castle.
And right on cue…
“Jolie—”
“Nope, you can’t have it both ways. I’m either master of the house or I’m not. What am I?” Without an ounce of fear, she marches up to the giant Viking and stands toe to toe with the beast.
And fuck if my cock doesn’t harden at the sight.
Still covered in blood, her hair slightly tangled, her clothes dirty, she’s absolutely magnificent.
A warrior that stepped out of time to right how wrong the world has gotten.
And I’m determined to do everything in my power to protect her.
I don’t give a shit what anyone else thinks. It feels like I’ve been waiting my whole long life for her. Now that she’s finally here, I’m not letting her go.
Castle, a fierce warrior who never bows to anyone, softens and concedes defeat with a dip of his head. “Master.”
I bite back a chuckle at the husky word, knowing, even if he doesn’t, that the man is a goner. The Viking is strung so tight that I can’t wait to see when he finally snaps. Lust pours off him, his hands clenched at his side, and I’m surprised that he’s able to hold himself back from taking what he wants. I can see the desire in his eyes to wrap his hand around her throat, pin her to the wall, and fuck the defiance out of her until she submits.
But I’m not foolish enough to believe it would be that easy.
If anything, she’ll have him kneeling before her by the end of the week.
And I can’t fucking wait.
Jolie pats his chest lightly before stepping back and turning toward the cats…eliciting a low grumble from the poor wolf, the beast not liking that her attention has strayed to anyone but him.
I know the feeling, fighting the same need to growl, and I have to remind myself that I’m not a caveman. I can be patient. Jolie will be prepared for a direct attack. If I want to work my way into her heart, become a craving that she can’t resist, I’ll need to be sneaky.
She likes the taste of my blood and the orgasms I give her—it’s a start.
I’ll have to give her another taste as soon as we get back to the mansion.
I’m confident that it won’t be long before she becomes addicted.
I don’t care that she’s becoming an obsession. After centuries of feeling nothing, I’m hooked, and only death will take me away from her.
She might not know it yet, but she’s mine, and I can’t wait until she realizes it.
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