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“That’s pretty much it.”
“You’re right; that isn’t very much at all. And half of it’s wrong.” I scrunch up my nose and feel my forehead crease. I pull away from him, both my palms pressing against his chest as I stare into his piercing silver eyes.
“What did I get wrong?”
“We’re not all taller than average.” He mocks me. “I don’t like what you said about making women sleep with us.” I’m forced to bite my tongue at that comment, so much so I’m surprised I don’t bleed. “We don’t all have silver eyes. And lastly, we don’t hate vampires.”
“Yes you do.” The words come out accusingly. “That’s why we have the treaty. You keep them away.”
A slight frown mars his handsome face at my words, but he nods. “They stay away because we asked. But that doesn’t mean that we hate them.”
“You just asked them to stay away?”
“Well no, not exactly. We have an understanding.” I raise my brows, willing him to continue. “They stay away or we kill them.”
“But you don’t hate them?”
He shakes his head. “Why is that so hard to believe?”
“I was always told you came to Shadow Falls to hunt them because they’re your natural enemies.”
He scoffs. “Not at all. A mate to one of the pack members was in danger. We had to protect her.”
“A mate?”
“Yes,” he says and his response is clipped.
“Whose mate?”
“The grandfather to the Alpha of my old pack.”
“I don’t understand. This is the same pack, isn’t it? There’s only one pack who we made the treaty with.”
“We’re part of that pack. I fought their Alpha for the territory after forming my own pack.” The curious side of me itches to scoot closer to him. I need to know more.
“Tell me everything from the beginning,” I say then cross my legs in his lap and watch him intently.
His grin in response is contagious. “I will, sweetheart.” He shakes his head and adds, “Not today, though. It has to be two or three in the morning.” My gaze wanders around the room, searching for the source of the ever-present soft ticking. Damn, he’s right. The simple, sleek and modern clock on the wall directly behind me reads nearly 2:30 a.m.
“I’m happy you seem more relaxed now.” His words are soothing as I hum a response into his chest. He smells so fucking good. Like a masculine, woodsy pine.
“You’re like a drug.” The words slip past my lips effortlessly. “It’s not right and I don’t like it.”
He leans down and runs his teeth along the shell of my ear, causing a chill to run through me while his hot breath tickles my skin. He whispers, “I love that I’m your drug.”
The shiver morphs into a spike of need and I rub myself against him, just barely containing my moan.
“Grace.” His tone holds a note of warning.
“Yes?” My response is practically a purr and I don’t recognize this person. With a desperate need riding over me, I lean forward just to smell him, just to get a small dose of that lust. The tip of my nose runs along his stubble and a warmth flows through me. It’s like … like fate telling me everything is going to be all right. “I’ve never felt like this before,” I confess to him.
“Grace,” he warns me, but even his authoritative tone is weakened like I am. He feels it too. I steady myself against him, rocking slightly.
With his hands on my hips, he stops my movements. I murmur, “But I need you.”
“Fuck,” he groans to the ceiling as his head rolls back at my words.
“Please, fuck me.” I have no shame this time. I’m throbbing against him with desire and I have no intention of being denied. My nipples are pebbled and all I can think about is him inside of me, thrusting and soothing every need I have. I splay my hand against his chest and push. With little resistance, he leans back into the chair, his hooded eyes finding mine.
