Page 73 of Ember's Claim
The feeling of the link settling into place takes my breath away.
Based on the gasp Ember releases, I’m sure she feels it too.
Stretching down, I rinse my hand in the warm spring. I’m barely back in place when Ember begins to rise and fall on my cock again. Her skin burns mine as her hands come to rest on my shoulders.
That didn’t last long.
Time to make my mate come again, and then it’s time for us to regroup with our packmates.
Ember and I track back through the forest toward Anders’s house. Perhaps it’s time to view it asourhome, since Embermade it clear she has no designs on the house the alpha normally resides in.
I keep her cradled to my chest as I walk, and it’s no hardship. My magic feels extremely low, so I use my physical strength. I may have overdone it a bit on the way to the waterfall, in an attempt to show off a bit, but I’ll be able to replenish myself tomorrow night.
Ember snuggles closer to my shirt, letting out a contented little sigh.
I continue trudging along. Perhaps I should have planned this excursion for the night after the full moon. No, I couldn’t have forced myself to wait on completing our bond, and the memories of the cave and waterfall will last an eternity.
The night air bites at my skin as a heavy breeze gusts through the clearing. We only have another twenty feet before we’ll be back within the coverage of the trees. At least it will help some with the cutting wind that picked up from nowhere.
Ember doesn’t seem bothered, but she does pull her head free of my side. Her eyes light amber with her wolf while her adorable little nose twitches.
I’m distracted by her to the point I barely notice the silver glinting through the air until it’s too late.
“Lorcan,” Ember hisses.
There’s a split second when I contemplate throwing her to the ground, but I barely have the ability to twist my body to take the brunt of the strike. I extend her farther out in my arms as the spear rips through my back and protrudes out of my chest.
Ember tumbles out of my hold, landing in a crouch.
“Don’t touch it,” I choke out around the blood spilling from my mouth. Good God. That’s inconvenient. “It’s pure silver. Phone…bag…Calyx.”
My head shakes. I’ve changed my mind. The silver is laced with something truly vile.
“Run!”
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Ember
Lava rips through my chest. It’s so painful, I barely have the energy to stagger to my feet and help roll Lorcan onto his side. I can’t put him on his back, because removing the spear would mean death…
Right?
If someone is stabbed, you leave the weapon in to seal the wound. If you pull it out, that’s when they tend to bleed to death.
My wolf fights for control as three men spill from the forest.
My hands shake as I look between Lorcan, choking and coughing and probably fucking dying, and back to the men. It’s not often I freeze, but I need to be in two places at once, and I don’t know how to make that happen.
The burning pain that spills into me from Lorcan takes my breath away.
“Run,” he chokes again.
There’s less than no chance of that happening. I have to subdue these assholes, so I can offer Lorcan support and call for help.
My wolf finally shoves herself into the driver’s seat as another spear hurdles toward my chest.
She uses her will to dive to the side, rolling us. Fur breaks from my skin as the change takes hold, ripping the T-shirt and shorts apart.