Page 49 of Marked Wolf


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Tamaska frowned, even more confused. “You can’t be with me?”

“I can’t.”

“But you are.” And that wasn’t what scared her most. What the fuck was “bonding”?

She felt a glimmer of understanding, and it scared the hell out of her. This was just a lustful attraction, but somehow there was an undeniable connection under the surface she was desperate to ignore.

He inhaled slowly. “I can’t risk taking you to the pack right now. They’ll be furious I broke the law and told you about us. We’re meant to be hiding in plain sight with humans, or protecting them against vampires, not… Well, not fucking them.”

Tamaska’s cheeks flushed at the mention of what they’d done. Part of the allure had been the strong sense of forbidden desire. There was an allure to the forbidden, but it had just been sex, right?

She shifted her mind from that and onto something safe as he held a branch back for her, and the area opened out.

“I don’t understand.” She stepped through. “Hiding in plain sight?”

“Humans would hunt us if they knew our true form. If we mate with humans, our offspring won’t be full wolf shifters. Our bloodline will become less pure.”

“Well, I don’t see how. It’s not like you’re fucking royalty, you’re just dogs,” she said. Then she bit her lip. “I didn’t mean just…anything. But come on, pure bloodlines? It’s a little much, don’t you think?”

“Hey, I’m risking everything for you. Don’t forget that.” He leaned in towards her, his face close to hers. She looked up into his dark eyes and shivered. She believed everything he’d said.

“I won’t. I’m not. I’m just new at all this.”

“I know.”

Kodiak moved closer, his lips brushing against hers. A wild shiver rushed through her body, weakening her knees. The spark within her that burned for him flared with a burst of heat and desire. She only wanted to release it with him. Somehow, she stopped herself from throwing herself at him. The yearning ache was heavy in her body, especially low in the muscles of her abdomen as they clenched with need.

There was something undeniable between them. Despite all the supernatural bullshit and her fear of dogs, she wanted to face it with him by her side.

“Come on. There’s our accommodation.” Kodiak turned towards a hut that had been hidden by the trees and bushes.

Now they were through the last of the flora, the place was set in a clearing, low and dark, clearly designed not to call attention to itself or whoever might be inside.

Tamaska followed him willingly. There was a limp in his gait, a reminder that he’d hurt himself in his fight to protect her.

“Will you heal quickly?” she asked, thinking about the limited fantasy movies she’d watched.

“I will. Then we can work out what to do next.” He crossed the step onto the small veranda of the simple-looking wooden hut. He ran his hand over the door until it made an electrical beep, followed by a sharp click.

In one swift motion, she found herself swept inside, the door closing behind her. Again, a sharp metal snap sounded out. Her sharp ears picked up even the smallest sound. This time, she found the noise reassuring, as she knew they were locked inside. For the first time since fleeing the nightclub, she felt safe in the small, musk-scented hut.

Tamaska exhaled, stepping further into the square space. To the right sat a couch, along with a very old television and a pile of DVDs. A rustic kitchen stood on the opposite side, and through an open door on the far wall, she glimpsed a bed. What the hell was this place?

It didn’t look like a secret lair or the type of place to have such high levels of security as it did. The cabin was just that; a simple little space that off-gridders and hunters would use.

“We should get some rest and make a plan tomorrow.” Kodiak tugged on her hand, taking her into the back room.

A queen bed lay to the left, and there were two bunk beds pushed against the wall on the right.

“I’m…I’m not tired,” she said, gaze caught on that bed. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be again.”

“You will. That’s the adrenaline talking. Get some sleep. The sheets are fresh.”

“Or?”

“Or….” He spun her around and kissed her. “Or maybe sleep’s overrated after all.”

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