Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65167 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 326(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 217(@300wpm)
I will not obey.
“No.”
“Kneel, Hannah.”
“No.”
He takes a step forward, and then another, until no more than two inches separate us. I inhale. My God, his scent. Rogan smells the best when he’s just shifted out of wolf form. He smells like strong virile man with a touch of lusty animal.
And the blood. The blood from his closed wound. It’s different from the blood that flows into my mouth from his carotid artery.
It’s darker, sweeter, thicker.
My mouth waters, and I lick my lips.
“God, princess,” Rogan growls. “Do you know how much I want those ruby lips around my cock? How much I want to fuck that hot little mouth of yours?”
But the war…
The arrows…
The demons…
My father…
It’s all up there, all waiting.
We need to—
No, I need to—
Then it all disappears from my mind as my wolf stands close to me, his breath tickling my neck.
I drop to my knees.
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I slide my tongue around the head of his gorgeous cock, savoring the saltiness of him, the dark smokiness of the blood that has trickled down from his wound.
Then I take him deeply, his groans fueling my desire. I take him to the back of my throat, which is no easy feat, and I suck him. I suck him hard, tasting his musky maleness, the tinge of his dripping blood.
He grips the sides of my head, moving me with his rhythm, truly fucking my mouth.
It’s nothing I haven’t done before, but this time… This time it’s different. It’s different because I know we’re not mates.
I know this is all a farce fabricated by my father for some reason.
But in the moment?
I don’t care.
I just don’t care.
I want Rogan in my mouth. I want Rogan everywhere on me, all at once. In my pussy, in my ass.
Fucking everywhere.
He tugs on my hair as he continues to thrust, thrust, thrust…and when he releases, I take all of him, swallowing every drop.
His semen energizes me nearly as much as his blood.
Still gripping the sides of my head, Rogan pulls me to my feet and kisses me deeply. I melt into the kiss, relishing the transitoriness of it.
I have to tell him.
I must make him understand that no matter how we both feel, we’re not meant to be.
We’re meant to fight for our own, and that means I fight with my father. With my people, with my—
I pull back, breaking the kiss.
How can I let it continue when Rogan doesn’t know the truth?
“Hannah?” His eyebrows are raised, his gaze questioning.
“This isn’t right, Rogan.”
“Victor,” he says on a growl. “Call me by my name.”
I clear my throat, trying to steady myself. But the pounding of his blood in his veins is so loud in this underground cavern. How am I supposed to fight what I yearn for? How am I supposed to make him understand that none of it is real?
“Rogan, I—”
He crushes his mouth to mine again, this time sweeping his tongue over mine, lunging into me. His dick is already hard again, and I wish… I wish I could succumb…
I want to succumb…
But I’m still wearing clothes, though he’s naked, so I pull away, pushing at his muscled chest. God, his flesh is so warm against my palms.
And his blood… Always his blood…
But I have to go. I have to escape Rogan’s hold over me. It’s not real, so I must be stronger than the imaginary ties that bind me.
I turn, scramble out of the bunker amidst the flying arrows and flashing blades. My armor isn’t protecting my body this time, but I can move quickly, serpentine. I’m still my father’s daughter. His blood still calls to me, even though I know I’m no longer bound to heed his command.
At this moment? I do heed it. I will go to him.
I will demand answers.
Because now I know why I don’t remember cutting out the hearts of those two vamps Rogan admits to killing.
I don’t remember because I didn’t do it.
Rogan’s mate did.
Rogan’s true mate.
She’s out there somewhere, probably on the run from the crime she committed. Why would she cut out the hearts if the vamps were already dead? How could she perpetrate such a heinous act?
And who the hell is she?
I will get the answers I need from my father.
Then I will find her.
I will deliver her to Rogan.
And I will break my own damned heart.
But I’ll move on. I’ll get through it. And this war, like all wars, will come to an end.
It will—
“No!”
I fall to the ground, pain lancing through me.
One of the demons’ flaming arrows…
No Rogan to protect me from it.
It pierces my flesh…my chest…
My heart is breaking.
Metaphorically, yes, but also literally.
The fucking arrow has cut through my sternum, and the pain… My God, the pain! Sharp…burning…pain…
I lie there, my eyes open, staring at the blue sky above me. Around me, the battle rages.