Filed to story: My Kidnapper Is the Wolf King
He told me he was going to give me all of him, and let his wolf off its leash, after I shift. Now that my orgasm is ebbing away, the tension coils inside me once more. The sky darkens through the treetops. “How long until it happens?”
“Soon. Can you feel it?”
“Yes.” My skin prickles. Hums. Something stirs in my chest. “Yes, I do. I feel-” I gasp and my brow furrows. I feel like something is tugging at my heart and my soul. Pain surges through my body. Panic floods me. Dots dance before my eyes, and darkness seeps into the corners of my vision. Beads of sweat break out onto my brow. “Oh, goddess.”
“Princess?” I’m vaguely aware of his jaw tightening. He’s far away. I can’t hear him over the roar in my ears. “Fuck. I’m sorry. The fever. Not again. Not now.”
It wasn’t you,
I want to tell him. I can’t speak. Something rises inside me, and I furiously try to push it down. I can’t let it surface. I can’t let it consume me. Another heartbeat competes with my own. My soul is frayed and unraveling. He mumbles something about not wanting to do something.
He scoops me into his arms, and strides across the clearing.
“Hold on, Princess.” He pulls me into his chest as he mutters to himself. “Where the fuck is Blake?”
Chapter Twenty-Five
The trees sway. Twigs crunch underfoot. Shadows flicker across Callum’s jaw. A fire crackles by the loch, and there is laughter in the air. It blurs and fades.
We reach the castle walls and I’m soaked with sweat. I want to shed my clothes. I want to shed my skin. I writhe in Callum’s arms.
“Be still,” he commands, as he powers across the courtyard. I snarl, and he snarls back-as if he’s struggling to control himself as much as I am.
Then we’re inside Lowfell Castle. The narrow corridors flicker around us. Doors to drawing rooms and places filled with books become prison cells and torture chambers. He kicks open a door, storms inside the room, and sets me down on something silky and soft. It’s cool against my burning skin. The scent of dark pine wraps around me. My vision blurs.
“I need your help.” Callum’s voice is frantic.
“Don’t be so hard on yourself. You can’t be that bad in bed,” Blake drawls, his voice a little slurred.
“Not funny,” Callum snarls. “Help her.”
Blake is already on his feet, setting down his glass on the ornate black fireplace. He half strides, half stumbles toward us.
“Are you drunk?” growls Callum.
The air is sucked from my lungs as Blake gets closer.
Blake.
The male I loathe even more than James. The male who linked my life to his, and uses me as a pawn in his games. Callum is saying something, reprimanding Blake, I think, but all I hear is my heartbeat thundering in my ears.
Blake’s pupils dilate. The shadows flicker around him.
Monster.
A low, warning snarl rumbles out of me. My canines ache and his gaze drops to my mouth. Our connection is no longer just a shadow pulsing in my chest. The bond is a thread, and it vibrates between us like a living, breathing thing. The veins in his neck pulse. His face changes, hardens.
“Take your pet out of here. I don’t want her in my bed.” His voice becomes as cold as ice.
“What do you-“
“Now,
Callum.”
“This isn’t normal!”
“It is for a half-wolf. Get her out of-“
I launch off the bed and charge at him. We careen back, and the wooden chair by his desk breaks and splinters as we crash to the ground. His body is warm, hard. My thighs clench around his hips, and my face slams into the crook of his neck. The taste of salt and dark pine floods my mouth.
I’m going to tear his fucking throat out.
He fists my hair, grabbing my head and yanking it back. My scalp is on fire. I growl and he arches back his head, closes his eyes, and exposes his throat. “Callum, get her off me.” There’s a trace of panic in his tone. I feel it. I taste it. It’s delicious.
I lurch toward him, but an arm hooks around my waist and drags me off him. My feet are raised from the floor for a moment as Callum pulls me into him. He wraps his arms around my body, trapping me, imprisoning me. I thrash against him.
“Stop it,”
he snarls in my ear. It’s a tone he hasn’t used on me before-commanding and dominant. His alpha voice. “What’s wrong with her?” The thing that rages in my chest stills, but doesn’t settle. A growl vibrates in my throat. Callum is breathing fast, deep. Every muscle in his body is tight. “What’s wrong with you
?”
Blake is on the floor. He’s pushed himself against the wall beneath the window. One of his knees is raised and his palms are flat on the ground, making the muscles in his forearms more pronounced. His dark hair is messy, and his broad chest moves up and down quickly.
The wolf shines in his eyes.
And what a sight he is, on the floor, cowering at my feet, his skin slick with sweat, glowing bronze with the light from the fire. A couple of strands of dark hair cling to his forehead.
Blake angles his head to one side. He returns my smile. It’s a dangerous, wicked thing that makes my heart pound even faster than the other two pulses that thunder in my ears.
“Blake.” Callum’s tone is stern, a warning-though his voice sounds strained. His arms are tense around my stomach and he’s breathing fast, too.
“Do you think I’m afraid of you,
little rabbit?” Blake’s voice is a cool whisper of silk. “Is that what you think? The full moon is coming. I’m afraid of myself, of what I might do. We can both scent what you want in the air. Tell me, is it me you want to fuck? Or Callum? Or do you want us both at the same time?”
“Blake, that’s enough,” growls Callum.
I launch myself toward him, and Callum pulls me back. Blake’s head snaps toward the alpha of Highfell. “Get her the fuck out of here, then.”
“I can’t.”
“What do you mean, you can’t?”
“It’s the full moon, Blake!” A frustrated growl rips from his throat. “If I move, I’m going to rip your fucking head off.”
Power rumbles between the two of them, pushing and pulling me in two directions. Pine and shadow collides with the mountains at dawn. Peace and war. Love and hate. A whimper escapes me as the feeling heightens. My senses erupt. I taste seawater and rum at the back of my throat, rose thorns pierce my skin, the steel of battle roars in my ears, and wild bracken cracks beneath my feet. I can’t breathe. Voices, whispers, fill my ears. Fingers claw my body. They pull at me. Taunt me. Try to take from me like everyone always has.
A low sound scrapes against Blake’s throat and his head arches back. Every muscle in his body locks. “Fuck. I can feel her.”
Callum’s arms tighten around me as Blake rises to his feet.
“Stay where you are,” Callum warns.
Blake cracks his neck. His features become cold and hard, chiseled from ice. The wolf is feral in his eyes.
“Don’t.” Callum jerks me back toward the door. “Don’t you fucking dare.”
He sounds far away. Ever nerve in my body is alight. My soul is shattering, a million jagged pieces that pierce my insides like glass. I barely notice Blake moving toward us, Callum throwing me behind him and shielding me with his body, the two males making impact. I erupt. A bloodcurdling scream pierces my ears, and I think it’s coming from me. Someone grabs me. A loud crash. My knees buckle.
Bright, blinding light.
Black.
Chapter Twenty-Six