She pressed closer to him as lingering contractions from her orgasm rocked her body. She’d never experienced anything like it before and knew, without a doubt, Mike had ruined her for all other men. How could anyone ever compete with him?
But then, she didn’t want them to. She was probably the biggest idiot in the world for allowing herself to fall so fast for a vampire, but it was too late to stop herself; she was a goner.
Chapter Twenty-Six
“Mollie. Mollie, wake up.”
Mollie’s eyes fluttered open when the hand on her shoulder gave her a gentle shake. She frowned as she gazed at the sticks in front of her. She’d been dreaming of home and Aida, but with a start, she realized she was far from home.
Bolting upright, she recalled she was naked only when the quilt fell away from her.
“Easy,” Mike murmured, stroking his hand over her shoulder.
The events of last night rushed back to her. She cursed the blush flushing her cheeks as she turned her head to look at him. Her breath caught when she found his gaze hungrily drinking in her exposed body. So, it wasn’t just a “we’re in the dark and fighting for our lives” type of thing last night; he desired her in the daytime too.
When her gaze fell to his crotch and the cock straining against his jeans, her nipples puckered in response. A pleasant soreness remained between her legs, but fresh wetness also spread there as she stared at him.
Tearing his gaze from the slender curve of her back and hips, Mike focused on the far wall. If he didn’t look away, he’d take her again, and he had to get her food and water before they left here.
“I’m going to find some supplies for you,” he said.
Mollie’s gaze returned to the sun poking around their barrier. Gathering the quilt against her chest, she adjusted her position as she searched for her clothes. “Now that we know it’s an island, we have to go to the building you saw beyond the barn. Aidamustbe there,” she said.
Mike tensed; he’d promised to find her sister, and he would, but he didn’t want her anywhere near the bastards who brought them here. But what else could he do with her? He could get her off the island, no matter what it took or how much she resisted, then come back for her sister. He’d bring a lot of help and destroy every prick on this piece of land.
However, if he forced her to go, she would hate him for the rest of their lives. He did not doubt that. Could he hide her somewhere? That would be a better option, and maybe once they got closer to the house and barn, he would be able to find a safe place to keep her, but for now, she would stay by his side.
“There could be other properties here we haven’t seen yet,” he said.
“It’s a place to start,” she replied as she gathered her clothes.
“Yes,” he reluctantly agreed. “I have to go.”
Clasping her chin, he turned her head toward him. Mollie gazed into his eyes before he kissed her. She was starting to lose herself to him when he pulled away and handed her the rifle.
“Shoot to kill,” he said.
“I will,” she promised.
He pulled the sticks away from the opening and carefully replaced them after he left. Mollie finished dressing, folded the quilt, and settled against the wall to wait for him. The events of last night played through her head on a loop that left her smiling as well as questioning what it all meant. Not like the trajectory of their relationship mattered while death and water surrounded them, but she couldn’t help wondering if there could be any future for them.
Ugh, you’re acting like an idiotic teen. Any future for you? He’s a vampire who has probably had dozens of women, and you’re as human as it gets; besides, vampires have mates.
Mollie shifted uncomfortably at the reminder. The woman Mike was destined to be with forever could be out there somewhere. Unexpected jealousy clawed at her chest. She didn’t want to give him up, especially not to another woman, but she wouldn’t have any choice if he discovered his mate or simply walked away for someone else.
No matter what transpired between them, she wouldnotask him where this was going or what it meant. All that mattered now was finding Aida and surviving. A relationship between them, past relationships, and the future didn’t matter when none of it was of any use to them. The present was all they had.
He was only gone half an hour before he returned. Mollie’s stomach rumbled when he handed her two rabbits and some water.
Mike carefully restacked the branches while Mollie dug into her meal. He hadn’t bothered to hunt for himself today; her blood still coursed through his veins, and though he’d only taken a small amount, he felt stronger than if he’d fed from three deer.
Turning to her, he settled against the rocks to watch as she ate.Hismate. And he’d gotten lucky with her; she was strong, giving, sensual, and loving. He hadn’t waited as long as many other vamps to find his mate, but more than others, and he would have waited more years if it meant he still found Mollie.
Licking her fingers, Mollie tossed the second rabbit aside and drank the last of her water before handing the pot and cup to Mike. He gathered the animal remains in case they ended up having to return here—he didn’t want to attract any animals—and left the den.
Mollie followed him into the open and accepted his hand when he offered it to help her rise. She smiled at him when he squeezed her hand, drew her close, and briefly kissed her forehead. “Let’s go,” he said.
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