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Her head lowered to his bare shoulder. As his teeth pierced her flesh, she raked her teeth against his skin and bit down. Hard. She didn’t tear the skin, didn’t pierce it, but the very act was enough to send them both racing higher, farther, crashing into a sea of exquisite ecstasy before sinking into a pleasure as deep and as dark as the night itself.
She was possessed.
She was taken.
She was mated.
Now, she wondered, would she survive the fallout?
? CHAPTER 7 ?
The fallout was always sure to suck. Cassa had learned that years ago, the morning after the rescue and the deaths at the German facility where Cabal and his pride had been held.
The fallout was slipping from the hotel room while he showered and trying to run, to hide, not just from Cabal, but from herself.
What the hell had she done? She had all but dared him, all but begged him to mate her, even knowing what she would be facing. What she was facing now. The sensitivity of her flesh, the emotions that roiled within her, the need that attacked her clitoris, that kept her nipples tight and hard.
She wandered through town until she found herself once again on the bank of the river where the missing former mayor had last been seen, staring across the distance at the old water management plant once again.
The place looked dark, sinister. Like some specter of death that overlooked the small lagoon and falls before the water spilled back into the main river.
Its appearance suited her morbid turn of mood.
She may as well be contemplating a prison sentence, she told herself. Or remarriage. Hell, this was going to be worse than remarriage, because you didn’t divorce your mate. There was no cure for mating heat. Too bad, so sad, she thought sarcastically.
Crouching at the water’s edge, she stared into the cold ripples of water swishing back and forth against the sand and frowned at her own thoughts.
She was doing what she had sworn she would never do again; she was tying herself to another man. And this time, she was doing it in a way she couldn’t escape.
She had allowed Cabal to mate her. He had taken her, not just once through the night, but almost continually. Tirelessly.
She closed her eyes and forced herself to breathe through the ripples of remembered pleasure. She could almost see him as he had been the night before, his body sheened with sweat, his muscles rippling in his chest and arms as he rode her with a strength that still amazed her.
God, she was insane. She had lost her ever lovin’ mind somewhere, and evidently she wasn’t about to find it anytime soon.
The hormones she had been taking for the past five years evidently did little to help assert common sense when a woman was around the Breed that her hormones went crazy for. Because the treatments sure as hell hadn’t helped. This morning she had taken two pills to compensate, but she had a feeling the compensation wasn’t going to last past her own hope that she could exist away from him for more than an hour or two.
She was demented.
She almost smiled at the thought as she shook her head and picked up a small, mineral-stained pebble, wishing the chill in her hand would extend to other parts of her body. Like the flesh aching between her thighs, dammit. And even worse, and this truly was the worst part, the incredible need just to be held. Something he hadn’t given her.
She threw the pebble and watched the ever widening ripples as it hit the water.
Damn him.
She tried to fight back the emotions tearing at her. She hated it when she allowed herself to be hurt. When she let her expectations build despite her efforts not to.
And that was exactly what she had done. Over the past years she had watched the Breeds and their mates. She had seen their devotion to each other, the silent though passionate and emotional air that surrounded each couple.
She had allowed herself to dream. She hadn’t thought she had; she had thought she was controlling it. She had been wrong. This morning she had learned exactly how wrong she had been. When she had turned to him, half-asleep, wanting his arms around her, he had turned away instead.
She rose quickly to her feet, blinking back her tears as she turned and stared around the forested little park once again.
Why the hell had she come back here anyway? Why hadn’t she just packed her shit and returned home once she realized the problems she was going to have with the story she was investigating?
It wasn’t as though she was actually going to report the damned murder anyway, unless someone else did. Her loyalty to the Breeds was so well known that it had begun affecting her professional standing.
It sucked to be an unwanted mate. But it just might suck worse to be an unloved mate.
