Page 99 of Things Get Dark
The collar heats against my neck, burning for a moment, and I groan, loving the bite of pain. Does she think she can remove it? My mate is adorable. I grab her hips and pull her flush with my body.
She gasps, and the burn from the collar turns into molten lava. I grimace. Fuck, I can feel the magic in the collar trying to keep its grasp inside me. Years and years of its cursed commands built inside my veins. Lights sparkle behind my eyes from the blinding pain. I roar. It flashes, then shatters into starlight and dust, drifting away in the air as she pulls back her hands.
I release her, my hands going to my neck and I… I don’t know how to feel. I’ve forgotten what it feels like to not be constrained. I gape at my brother as a tidal wave of emotions crash back and forth between us: relief, anxiety, terror, elation, desire.
Our emotions fly back and forth as my brother’s collar disappears next. The strongest emotion that resonates between the two of us is our growing urge to claim her again, keep her, take her, mate her. Neither of us moves until she speaks.
“Oh, did you wish to kill whoever put that on you before we left?” she says, pointing at the door.
She nods at our silence, and Rev moves before me, pulling her into his arms. I growl and move behind her, needing to feel her.
She gasps as she pulls back from Rev’s lips. “We can, but we have to be quick. I was supposed to reap someone about two hours ago. But I got lost, then distracted.”
As if summoned by her words, a man of shimmering light, like a ghostly projection, appears in front of the fireplace. His hair is pulled back in a man bun, and he wears an old, worn band shirt and shorts. Rev and I turn, growls rumbling from our chests at the intruder.
She darts in front of us and whips out her hands, covering—well, partially covering, her hands aren’t that big—both of our cocks at the same time. I would laugh at the ridiculousness of it and the entire situation if my hackles weren’t completely raised. This asshole just got in without either of us noticing.
Kill, Kill, Kill.
Her hand wraps around my cock, and my mind blanks.
“Fuck off, Jay.Mine.” She lets out a low unearthly sound that has me wanting to fuck her all over again and kneel at her feet.
The man’s eyes grow wide, and he immediately holds out his hands and spins to face away from us.
“Not looking, I swear, Mora” he says.Mora,I lick my lips. Our mates name sounds as sweet as she tasted.
She releases my dick, and I almost release a whine at the loss of her touch.
“How does a simple job of locating and eliminating one vamp turn into you bringing home two”—the man sniffs the air, then turns, eyes wide in shock—“hellhounds?”
What did he call us?My brother said we were wolf shifters. I shake my head, deciding I don’t much care. I’m more interested in my mate’s endearing protectiveness.
“No looking,” Mora snaps.
“I have no interest in your men, you know this,” he says, pointing at her and not even glancing at us. “Now explain.”
Mora shrugs. “I found them, and they fucked me, so now they’re mine.”
My brother and I don matching shit-eating grins at her words.
“I just can’t with you.” He sighs, rubbing the point between his eyes. “Well, hurry up. No more detours. You have about two hours to get back here for the briefing.”
“How do you guys feel about killing a vampire, then sex in the woods again before a meeting?” she says with a coy smile, batting her eyelashes.
I grin, showing more teeth than necessary. She just offered me my two favorite things.
“Mora!” the ghost man snaps.
We all ignore him.
“Hell yes,” I say as my brother says, “If that’s what you desire, little rabbit.”
“Yay! First to kill him gets to hunt the other.” Then she dashes through the door.
I am chasing after her in an instant. “Better hurry, brother!” I shout back, not waiting for him.
I definitely love my little Rabbit.
The End….