Bound In Sin (A Vampire/Werewolf Romance) (7 page)

He’d created this safe house for any wolf shifters
who got caught outside the compound during the winter storms. 
The place was supposed to be a safe harbor for them.

One with all the benefits and security that a wolf
needed.

Paige crept down the stairs. He shut the door behind
her. Bolted it. Then punched in a series of codes on the alarm
pad.

There was a faint hum, then a steel door slid closed
above him, covering the wood. Lights flickered on, one after the
other, revealing an area twice as big as the cabin above them.

One wall was composed of monitors. A security station
that showed all the area around the cabin, just in case any
unwanted guests came calling.

There was a bed. A desk. A cabinet full of food.

All the comforts of home and all the security of a
mini-fortress. 

Just what he’d wanted. 

Drake headed toward the nearby desk.  He lifted
up the radio–one that was wired to the compound. “Alpha One.”

Paige made no sound behind him.

Static crackled. “Reading you sir, over.”

Drake glanced back at Paige. So still. So beautiful.
“Send hunters to Lost Lake. The vamps are out there.”
  

He’d be taking care of this theat. Eliminating the
vampires permanently, right after…

After he settled a few things between him and
Paige.

“Yes, sir.” It was Michael’s voice. Drake caught the
eagerness in the guy’s quick reply. Who didn’t enjoy a good
hunt?

No wolf he knew.

Drake pushed away from the desk. Stalked toward
Paige. She was still shivering but she stood straight and tall. She
stared at him like she thought he would attack her.

He did want to pounce.

He lifted his hand and let it skim down her cold
cheek. “Tell me about your lies, sweet.”

She turned her face into his touch. “You should…find
some clothes.”

“Why?”  Wolves had never been concerned with
modesty. “I’m about to fuck you.”

Her eyes widened.

Now he was the one lying. With her, it wasn’t just
fucking. Not just screwing in the dark–or the light. It was
more.

Mating.

He took a breath and could almost taste her. “Tell me
the secrets you’ve been keeping…tell me…and I’ll tell you
mine.”

She shook her head. “You know–”

“The vampires were watching the compound. They saw
you leave.” Obvious. He wasn’t a damn idiot. Desperate for her,
yeah, but not stupid. “Then they saw me.” The vamps had given
chase, but they would have been watching from a distance, probably
using scopes or binoculars, so it had taken them a while to close
in. “And they came out to kill me.”

He stepped closer.  Pressed his lips against her
throat and inhaled her scent. Sex and woman.
His.
“You
were sweet bait.” He didn’t care. The vampires had hurt her.
Tortured her. Used her against him. She’d been sent to lure him out
in the open.

So the fuck what?

He still wanted her. Always would. 

“No.”  Her word was a sigh as her hands lifted
to curl around his shoulders. “You don’t understand.”

He licked her neck.  Her shiver wasn’t from the
cold that time. “Make me understand.”  Because he could see a
pretty clear picture. 
She didn’t have a choice.
The
man understood that, and he was furious at the vamps who’d done
this to her.  “You should have just told me, from the start. I
could have protected you–”

Her nails dug into his skin.  “
No.”

Surprised by the fury in that one word, Drake lifted
his head and stared down at her.

Her breath whispered out as she stared at him. Her
eyes were chips of green ice. “This time,” she told him, “I’m
protecting
you
.”

What?

Then she wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled
him toward her. Her lips were open, slightly cool, and her
mouth–
perfect.

His cock was already hard.  Like the cold had
put a damper on
that.
He ached for her, and that bed was
just waiting for them.

One step.

Two.

Three.

They fell onto the bed. His hands fought to remove
her clothes even as she kicked away her boots. He wanted
in
her. The truth, the lies–all that could wait. Right
then, he just needed her.

The lake…

Waiting…

He wasn’t gonna wait anymore. They stripped in a
tangle of hands. Fabric ripped. Boots and shoes hit the floor.
  

He tore her panties and tossed them aside.  He
pushed open her legs. Found her hot, soft.  He pushed her legs
farther apart and stared down at her pink flesh. So damn
pretty.

Because he couldn’t resist, Drake bent his head and
put his lips against her sex. Her hips rocked up against him.

“
Drake!”

He loved it when she screamed his name. The room had
been sound-proofed. No one outside would hear her. Only him.

He licked her clit. Tasted her. So delicious. So
good.

So his.

Her hands were in his hair. Not urging him away, no,
his vampiress was asking for more.

He’d give her more.

He licked. He tasted.

She came against his tongue. “Drake.” A whisper
now.

Slowly, he rose above her. Her eyes were wide,
shining, and her fangs flashed faintly from behind her red
lips.

“You’re not a monster.” It pissed him off that she’d
said those words before. No fucking way. Not her. Not ever. “You’re
beautiful.”

She blinked up at him, and her lips curled in a faint
smile. The sight nearly broke his heart.

What was left of the damn thing.

He thrust into her, driving deep, joining them. His
hands locked with hers, their fingers threading together. The bed
squeaked beneath him.  In and out, he thrust. Again and again.
Their eyes held.

Their breath heaved out.

Faster, faster now, harder…

Her legs locked around his hips.  Her feet dug
into his spine when she arched toward him.

His claws cut through his fingertips, but he didn’t
slice her.
Hell,
no, he didn’t so much as scratch her with
his claws. 

Deeper,
deeper
.

He saw her come again. Saw the flash of pleasure on
her face as she eyes seemed to go blind. She jerked beneath him and
her sex squeezed his cock.

Yes.

He was so close to coming. He’d explode in her at any
moment when she–

“Mark me.”

Her husky words had every muscle in his body
tightening.

Wolves marked their mates. He hadn’t marked her
before, he’d been waiting. There was an official ceremony, a
marking in front of the pack. He’d wanted to do things right with
her.

He’d waited…

And lost her.

“Mark me,” she whispered again, and dammit, she was
asking
for his bite. She wanted him as wildly as he wanted
her.

He’d never been able to deny her anything.

She arched beneath him, offering herself.  His
teeth closed over her flesh, right where her shoulder curved into
her neck. He licked the skin there. 

Mark her.

It was what the wolf wanted and what the man
needed.

His teeth pressed into her skin, breaking the skin,
and the sweet flavor of her blood flowed onto his tongue. 

Even as he tasted her, claimed her, his climax
slammed into him. The powerful release crashed through his body as
he pumped into her.  He lifted his head, stared into her eyes,
and, as he drove into her once more, the pleasure tore a roar from
him.

Her name.

Drake held her tight, didn’t let her go, couldn’t.
And he kept thrusting.  Because he was still hard for her and
growing harder every second.

He’d finally claimed her as his own, and no one would
ever take her from him again.

***

“How do you lose a werewolf?” Gabe asked as his boots
sank into the snow.  So much damn snow. Bathing everything in
white.

He hated that pure snow.

It looked much better when it was stained red.

So he turned to the right and sliced open the stomach
of the incompetent newbie vamp next to him.

The fresh bloods were always so hard to train.

The guy, a blond with too-soft features, immediately
fell to the ground, gasping and bleeding with a bright spray of
red.

“Suck it the hell up,” Gabe snarled at him because
the fresh blood’s screams grated. “It’s not like the wound will
kill you.” But he was tempted. Oh, so tempted to finish the
job.

The foolish bastards around him had let the alpha get
away.  They’d let the prick just vanish into the
wilderness.

“Probably back at his compound by now,” Gabe muttered
as he spun away and stared off into the distance. “Surrounded by
all those mangy wolves.”

Gabe had been around a long time. Too long. He’d seen
the worst wars and hell that the humans could create.
  

That hell…it had made him smart. He’d learned from
the mistakes of the others. He knew how to pick his battles. Plan
his attacks.

He wanted this land.  The land that was rarely
kissed by sunlight. The land with the savage side that loved his
darkness.

The wolves had made a truce with him long ago. 
Divided the territory.  That twisted freak Jeremiah had been
all too eager to forge a deal with him.

But the new alpha wasn’t the same.  Gabe had
known that for years.  Drake Wyler was different. Not so
easily manipulated and controlled.

Drake will come for my head.

Because Gabe had taken the head of Drake’s father.
His mother.  And because…

I took her.

A wolf howled in the distance. A real beast?  Or
a shifter out for a run?

Gabe narrowed his eyes and stared into the
darkness.  Jeremiah had wanted him to take the little human.
To torture her, to kill her.

He’d had his torturing fun. Oh, he always enjoyed
that, but…

Gabe hadn’t killed Paige Sloan. Death would have been
too easy and not at all in line with his plans.

“Wh-what can we do?” One of the vamps asked behind
him.

Gabe’s teeth ground together. “She stopped
screaming,” he gritted out.  When she’d finally realized what
was happening, when she’d seen Jeremiah and had known
why
she was taken, Paige had stopped calling out for her lover.

He’d actually seen the life fade from her eyes, even
while she was still breathing.

That total lack of feeling–he’d seen that look
before.

In my own eyes.

So he’d stopped Jeremiah from gutting her.  Gabe
had bitten Paige, transformed her. She’d fled, but he’d watched
her. And he’d always known that the perfect time would come to use
her.

That time was now.

“H-he followed her out to the lake, ran right out…”
Ah, this came from the still bleeding blond.  John. John
Mackenzie. How long had he been in the fold? Two years? Three? It
was getting hard for Gabe to remember all the fresh bloods. As he
stared at the blond, John gave a quick nod. “He chased her out…I
saw ‘em…through my binoculars.”

Because you couldn’t get too close to a wolf’s lair,
not without being scented. So the vamps used technology to
supplement their already enhanced vision. 

They’d watched. They’d waited. They’d attacked.

The plan had still gone to hell.

“He took her with him.” This came from one of the
other vamps.  The one with the dark eyes and weathered skin.
Lorenzo, the Spaniard. “She’s probably dead by now.”

Gabe laughed. They really didn’t understand the wolf
at all. He did.  “She’s probably getting fucked.” Because she
was the one weakness that Drake possessed.  He’d run away from
his pack for her. Run into danger for her.

The wolf was addicted, and Gabe had no doubt that, if
necessary, Drake would trade his life for Paige. 

Snow crunched to the left of him.  The vamps
around him swore and leapt forward.

Gabe shoved them out of the way. He wanted to see
this visitor.

Curiosity had always been
his
weakness.

The white wolf edged from the darkness with his eyes
glowing.  The beast didn’t attack. He just stared at Gabe with
that intense gaze.

Gabe smiled at him. “All alone are you?” Because
there were no other sounds at that lake. This wasn’t a wolf out
leading an attack party.

This was something altogether different.

Gabe crossed his arms over his chest.  “If
you’re here to deal…” So many deals, so many years.  He knew
just how the devil felt.
When will it end?
“Then you’re
gonna have to shift and talk to me because I don’t fucking speak
animal.”

The white wolf crept forward. His wary gaze darted to
each of the vampires. 

“Shift,” Gabe snapped, losing patience, “or I can
just go ahead and kill you now.” 

The wolf began to shift.  Disgusting. Gabe hated
the sight of the shifting wolves. 

Even though he did enjoy the sounds of those popping
bones.

But soon enough, a man stood before him. Fury
tightened the man’s face and hands. “I know where they are.”

Fatal mistake. The wolf was just throwing all of his
cards out for them to see. Now, they just had to torture the
shifter to get that important information.

No deal. Just pain.

Death.

Some blood.

Snow stained red…
It could be so lovely.

“I’ll take you there,” the werewolf said, “ and get
you past the security.”

Security.
So perhaps he
would
be
useful after all.  The pain could wait a bit. Gabe lifted a
brow but didn’t move forward.  “And you’ll do this
because…?”

“Because
I
want to be alpha.”

Right. Everyone wanted power.  But this wolf,
with his bitter eyes and snarling arrogance, he wasn’t going to
control this land.