AllFreeNovel
Share Us
“But I can’t stay here! I have a job, deadlines, a life! I don’t even have any clothes.” And she couldn’t fuck these two men, no matter what her body thought! As soon as they discovered she wasn’t one of them, she was dead.
Robert took her hand and held it between both of his. “One step at a time, Harlee. Right now it’s important you’re safe. I have already arranged to have clothing brought to you, and anything else you need you can ask Adrian and Duncan. There is so much more you need to learn, and I have asked them to explain it all to you. They and a handful of my people will be the only ones entrusted to care for you.”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. She had to do something to stop this! “I don’t believe any of this. I will not let them touch me. I don’t even know them!”
Robert patted her hand. “The thirst lies deep within you, Harlee. The more exposure you have to your own kind, the more you will want what only they can give you. Trust your instincts. Listen to what your body tells you. Soon you will not be able to resist. It is imperative that we know where you will spend your life. As far as which side is dominant, only time will tell. I will check in soon.”
He kissed her hand and turned away, departing the room with the guards trailing behind him.
She stared at the doorway for a few seconds, trying to put her mind around all she’d been told. Panic made her fight for rhythmic breathing. She wanted to curl up in a ball and shut out all that had happened, but she knew she couldn’t.
There was a job to be done and she’d have to do it. Which meant she had to think on her feet every second. Not only did she have to find a way out, while doing so she had to fend off the advances of two men who could easily overpower her physically.
In order to do that, she needed to face them on equal ground, and there was one thing necessary to do that. Right now she stood at a disadvantage, and she wasn’t about to take another step until the problem was rectified.
She turned to them, hoping they couldn’t see her tremble.
“I need some clothes.”
Adrian thought she looked pretty damn good wrapped up only in the blanket, or even better, without it. His balls tightened in memory of the moment he’d crept into her room and pulled back the covers, revealing a body he saw clearly despite the complete darkness. Full breasts, coral-tipped nipples just begging for his teeth to tug at them.
He felt a pull of his own at the crotch of his pants and shifted uncomfortably, tamping down urges that made him want to rip the blanket from the redheaded beauty and sink his shaft into her quivering pussy. He knew the rules. Now was not the time. It had to be her choice.
“Someone will see to clothes for you in the morning.”
She arched a brow. “It’s already morning and I need something to wear. I can’t feel my fingers anymore from clutching the stupid blanket.”
His first thought was to tell her to quit clutching, but from the irritated look she shot his way he figured she wouldn’t find it all amusing. Then again, he didn’t see anything funny about this entire situation. This debacle starting with Stefan’s death and the revelation that Amelia had a daughter could be detrimental to everything he’d worked for in the past years.
She looked so much like her mother it was uncanny. Long flowing red hair, brilliant emerald eyes and a full, sensual mouth that was created to suck a man’s cock. Hot dark visions of capturing that mouth and tasting her caused a roaring erection he didn’t bother to hide anymore. Why should he? If she was going to acclimate to living in the vampire and lycan worlds, she’d damn well better get used to open eroticism. Their lifestyles weren’t at all like the humans, who hid behind cloaks of propriety and denied their base urges.
He’d never denied a base urge before and wasn’t about to now. And the way her gaze drifted toward the crotch of his pants told him a lot more about Harlee’s libido than she would likely ever admit. His lips curled into a feral smile and he inhaled, smelling her blood and her arousal, so evident on the air.
Shooting a look at Duncan, he knew the lycan scented her too.
“Get her something to wear, Adrian,” Duncan said. “She can’t very well wander around in a damned blanket.”
Why not? With a shrug, Adrian left the room, returning in a few minutes with the first thing he’d grabbed from his room. He tossed his T-shirt in her direction, which she adeptly caught with the one hand that didn’t have a death grip on her blanket.
“This is the best you can do?” she asked, casting a dubious glance at the shirt.
“For now, yes. It’s either that or the blanket, babe.”
Rolling her eyes, she strolled to the bathroom. He couldn’t help but turn around and watch the way the blanket molded to the full curves of her ass. When he looked at Duncan, his gaze was riveted in the same place.
Adrian shook his head. “She’s trouble.”
Duncan nodded. “Aye, that she is. But one hot package of trouble.”
That’s what he was afraid of. And he had no time for someone who could cause more trouble than she was worth. The situation between the vampires and lycans had been tenuous for years. The human government had already captured more of their kind than was comfortable and they couldn’t rescue their own people. It was assumed the government was using their own people to try and find out the whereabouts of the lycan and vampire headquarters, or maybe even to conduct experiments on them. Hell, who knew what the humans were doing to them. Either way, it was bad. It was only a matter of time before they figured it all out and came after them. Which meant the ties between the lycans and vampires had to remain strong. One false move and the relationship they’d spent decades forging could be lost. “We don’t need this right now.”
Duncan turned to him. “We have no choice. I swore to Stefan to protect his daughter. You will do the same for her. We will do what is asked of us.”
Yes, he would, but he didn’t have to like it. And he didn’t have to like his attraction to her. There were plenty of women to fuck. He didn’t need this one. His life was complicated enough.
“Holy hell.”
Adrian looked up at Duncan’s comment. Harlee stood at the entrance to the room, his worn black T-shirt skimming her thighs, revealing long, slender legs. Even though the shirt was miles too big for her, her full breasts and hard nipples were clearly outlined against the threadbare cotton.
