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as fiercely as she gripped him and groaned into her neck
when he came, driven on by the feel of her orgasm. He
sighed as he removed his fangs again. Licking the wound
on her neck, he savoured every drop of blood as though
it would be his last.
Nika hummed and wriggled, his length still buried deep
inside her. He wrapped his arm across her chest and
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pulled her tight against him, a streak of possession
controlling him. Nika was his. Irrespective of the fact
another had turned her, she was his.
He leaned back and stared at her crimson-stained
throat.
She bore his mark.
She was his.
He was hers.
Nothing would change that. When he had killed Willem
and set her free, he would leave but his heart would
remain here with Nika until he had found the strength
and means to return to her. He would find a way, one
that made it safe for him to be with her, near her, while
remaining loyal to his lord and bloodline. He wouldn t
risk the Law Keepers. There had to be a way.
Nika sighed.
So do I still taste tainted?
No, he said and licked her throat one last time. She
tasted divine. Not since you finished the
transformation.
He could almost hear her smile when she sighed again.
She wriggled closer to him and hummed.
I m happy here.
She wasn t talking about the bastion. She was talking
about being in his arms.
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He stared at her neck and frowned as he held her tight,
knowing that he would never be able to let her go now.
He would have to return. He would have to find a way.
I miss the sunshine though.
Winter rested his head on the pillow and frowned again
when she rolled over, disentangling herself from him and
coming to curl up close to his chest. He lay on his back
and she moved closer, hooking her leg over his thighs
and resting her head against his shoulder.
There is no reason you cannot go out in the sunshine,
he said, staring at the canopy of the bed. It will not
affect you.
Her fingertips drew patterns on his chest.
There s a reason, she whispered and her head shifted.
He felt her looking up at his face. His gaze dropped to
meet hers. You can t go out in sunlight so I won t feel
safe out there.
Those words made him warm but pained him at the
same time. They were growing too attached to each
other. He licked his lips, the taste of her blood still
strong on them.
Sleep then, he whispered and closed his eyes. He held
her closer, almost clinging to her as she had done to him
before. The thought of leaving her echoed around his
mind, stealing his sleep. He would have to, regardless of
what his heart wanted.
It was weak when it came to Nika. He couldn t risk her.
He couldn t live with himself if he took the easy way out
and remained here with her in secret, running the
gauntlet of being seen. He had to leave her so he could
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find the strength to love her and be with her as she
deserved, so he could be with her without fear of the
Law Keepers.
And he would have to do it soon.
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Chapter 14
An unfamiliar room slowly came into focus as Nika
opened her eyes. They fixed on the open curtains and
the darkening sky beyond. These past few days had
been a whirlwind and she hadn t had a chance to find
her feet. Now she had them firmly planted in a new
home, or at least the place that Winter wanted her to
come to call that. Home. She had lost hers. Everything
she had known had been erased and replaced with
something fantastical and mind-blowing, so incredible
that she still wasn t sure whether it was happening or
not. A werewolf had bitten her a werewolf that her
father had promised her to at an early age. A vampire
had rescued her a vampire who had wanted to make
her like him and now fought those feelings so fiercely
that she was convinced he really would leave. Now she
lay in the most extravagant bed she had ever seen, after
a day sleeping in the arms of the man that she loved,
and she felt as though she was dreaming.
Or was it a nightmare?
Her eyes widened.
The curtains were open.
Shooting up in bed, Nika turned to look at the spot
beside her. Empty. Where was Winter?
She scrambled about in the bedclothes, searching for a
sign of him. If the sunlight had killed him, he would have
woken her, surely? He wouldn t have gone silently. She
frowned. He wouldn t have disappeared. What was she
looking for? Ash? This wasn t a movie. For all she knew,
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vampires might just die in the sun and not go poof. She
looked around the room. Cold silence greeted her.
Winter was gone.
Her heart thudded against her chest, a sickening beat
that made her head pound. Not gone. He couldn t be
gone. Not after last night.
She shot from the bed, heedless of the fact she was
nude and the curtains were open. Grabbing her clothes,
she saw that Winter s were gone. His sword was gone
too. The knives and his dagger remained. Perhaps he
wasn t gone. He wouldn t leave without his arsenal. But
his sword was gone.
Tugging her black shirt and trousers on, she forwent
shoes and hurried to the door. She opened it and looked
both ways up the corridor. No sign of anyone. The whole
house seemed silent.
She walked to a large mirror hanging on the dark wall
opposite. Her gaze fixed on her neck, not on the deep
bruising but on the dark set of puncture marks. Winter s
marks. The memory of his bite made her stomach
tighten and arousal burned her blood. She closed her
eyes a moment to relish the ghost of how it had felt to
have him inside her and biting her at the same time. It
was strange to think that only a couple of days ago she
had been untouched. That time seemed dream-like and
surreal. It all did. Except for one thing. Winter. He had
touched her so deeply that she would never forget him.
He had changed her as much as becoming a werewolf
had.
The passion and desire he had awoken in her was fierce.
The love she felt for him consumed her. She felt as
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