Forever Bound Series 1-4 Part 4

But the Council wasn't there, and for once, Morgan was going to take pleasure like other women did.

"I do," she said and reached for him.

His smile had her heartbeat kicking, but, to show him that she wasn't like the mortal women he'd probably known before, Morgan twisted and shoved him, forcing him onto his back on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him, spreading her legs so that the aroused length of his c.o.c.k just brushed her s.e.x.

More, please.

Her nails raked down his chest. Not enough to break the skin. No sense wasting blood.

His small nipples tightened beneath her touch. She leaned down and slid her tongue over the left nipple. He arched beneath her, and the head of his c.o.c.k pushed against her core.

She lifted her head. "Not yet." Was that breathless, hungry voice really hers?

His hands were on her hips, holding her tight. So much power. She'd had a handful of lovers-all human-in her life. They'd felt warm and alive but Jace was something all together different.

He wasn't just warmth. He was a furnace, and the heat from his flesh warmed every inch of her.

"Don't play too long," came his warning to her.

A warning she ignored. She'd never played. Why not try now?

She kissed her way up his body. Morgan knew she should have felt hesitant, nervous, and moments before, she had. But now she just needed.

She licked his neck and felt the wild drumming of his pulse beneath her mouth.

A vampire's bite wasn't like a wolf's. There was no pain, there never was, not unless the vampire decided to play rough.

No pain, and, when done right...pleasure.

She really wanted to do this right for him.

His hands trailed up her body. Such big hands, with rough fingertips and a gentle touch. His hands curled around her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, and a moan slipped from her.

His name.

Her nipples were tight, and when his fingers pushed over the hungry peaks, she closed her eyes.

Her teeth pressed against his skin.

Her thighs s.h.i.+fted, spreading even more for him. She couldn't ever remember being this aroused for another.

Not about duty. Not about the vampire nest.

Right then, it was just about a man and a woman.

"Take me in," he whispered as his c.o.c.k pushed up between her legs.

Her body resisted because the wolf was so big. The head of his c.o.c.k stretched her, but it didn't hurt. It felt good, so good.

She pushed down, even as his hips thrust up, hard, harder.

Morgan took him all in and her teeth sank deep into his neck. His blood flowed on her tongue, and his blood was as addictive as his kiss. She drank him in, drank- Jace growled, and the room spun. No, he spun, pus.h.i.+ng her beneath him while never taking that thick c.o.c.k from her body. And she didn't take her teeth from his neck. No, no, she wanted more of his blood.

More, Jace. More.

Images raced through her mind. A thousand flashes, like photos flying in a storm. They hit her, rolling through her mind as his memories became hers.

Bonding.

She took more of his blood. Licked his throat.

He thrust deep. Harder. His fingers pushed between her legs. Found the center of her need and stroked her.

The images vanished. The only thing that remained-Jace.

Her mouth eased from his throat. She swiped her tongue over her lips. Stared up at him.

His jaw was locked. His eyes glowed so brightly that it almost hurt to look into them. He'd obviously been waiting for her to look up, to see him.

"Now we finish," he promised and drove deep into her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her nails sank into his arms. She arched against him, pus.h.i.+ng as hard as she could. He thrust inside, filling her, every inch so stretched and full, and she loved it.

He withdrew, sliding nearly out of her eager s.e.x, only to plunge back inside. Again. Again.

The headboard slammed into the wall. The bed slats gave way with a groan, and the mattress tumbled onto the floor.

He kept thrusting. She held on. Wanted more blood. Wanted more of him.

Pleasure had her s.e.x clamping around him. The climax bore down on her, so close, so- She bit him when she came.

He erupted inside of her, hot jets of s.e.m.e.n that filled her.

And he held her tight. So tight that she wondered if he'd ever let her go.

Then she realized her hands were clamped around his shoulders. Her nails deep in his skin. Holding Jace just as tightly...

Because she didn't want to let him go.

Morgan dreamed of Jace's life that day. The images flew through her mind, one after the other.

A young Jace, had to be barely thirteen, running through the woods. Falling. s.h.i.+fting. Screaming.

Changing.

Older, he strode into a vampire bar. When two vampires leapt at him, he struck out with his claws.

Blood covered the floor.

There was more blood. Always more. He hunted. He killed. A perfect weapon.

There were women. They pa.s.sed in a flurry. Beds. s.e.x.

Jace. Aging. Growing.

Stronger, deadlier.

Not enough laughter in his life. Just death and violence.

Then...

Me.

Morgan saw herself in his memories, in the days that she already struggled to remember. Standing in the suns.h.i.+ne that last time, feeling normal. Human.

He'd watched her. Seen her cry. Not human tears, because then, she'd been beyond that.

Tears of blood. The sign that her change was at hand.

"Kill the b.i.t.c.h. Teach them that no vampire is beyond our reach."

An image of the pack's ex-alpha rolled through her mind. "Do the job. Rip out her throat."

Jace stalked toward her. She stood on her balcony, staring up at the night. His claws were out.

Then she looked down-at him.

There were no tears this time.

Jace turned away.

But the blood didn't stop. He'd gone back for the alpha. "You can't take me, boy, you don't even know how strong I-"

The alpha's blood had stained Jace's claws.

Morgan tried to shut out the memories. It was too much. She didn't want to see anymore. No more death. It was all he knew.

Yet he hadn't killed her.

As the images kept pus.h.i.+ng forward, she realized that Jace had visited her again. And again. She hadn't known it, but he'd been there so many times.

Not to kill.

To guard.

Jace watched her while she slept and wondered what memories she saw. He knew how the bite worked. Another reason the vamps had stopped drinking directly from humans was because they couldn't stand the memory overload.

When you drank from a live source, you saw memories.

What did the vampiress see?

He bent over the bed and wiped away the b.l.o.o.d.y tears that slid from her eyes. He'd always hated her tears.

You see me now, don't you? The dead had piled at his feet over the years. If he had one talent in this world, it was killing.

It would be a talent that aided them when the battle with the demons came.

But...what would Morgan think of him when she woke?

"I'm not a f.u.c.king monster." Liar, liar...and who'd know better than her? In his head now, always, there'd be no hiding from her.

She'd know it all and understand the obsession he carried. For her.

He eased away from the bed. He didn't want to look into her eyes with the memories between them. Not yet.

Jace spun away and left the room.

He hurried down the hall and shoved open the front door. The afternoon sunlight hit him, bright and hot, the way it always was in Miami. The buzz of insects bled from the nearby swamp, droning on and on. When he jumped down the steps, his first in command, Louis, pushed away from his truck.

Jace had heard the other wolf drive up. He'd just taken his time about heading out.

"We got trouble," Louis said, his Cajun accent rolling easily on the words. "No one seen any sign of Mike. Nothin' except his blood in an alley."

Jace's brows snapped up. "Look, that a.s.shole is just sleeping it off someplace, he's-"

"That alley reeked of vamp, alpha." Louis shook his head. "Not your pretty little vamp. Didn't smell like s.e.x and blood and flowers..."

Jace's teeth snapped together. But, f.u.c.k, yeah, that was how she smelled.

"More like hate, death, and...brimstone."

Brimstone? "You saying demons were there, too?"

Louis's shoulders rolled. "I'm sayin' we got us a missin' wolf. And blood and vamps where they d.a.m.n sure don't need to be."

In wolf territory.

He glanced back at the house.

Gravel crunched beneath Louis's feet. "You gave that cher your blood?"

"I had to." It was part of the deal. The vamps wanted a power boost by taking wolf blood. "I gave her mine, and I took hers." Jace glanced down at his hands. With barely a thought, he had his claws springing out. "It worked just like we thought. Her blood in me..." The rush was still un-freaking-believable. "I can already feel the power."

"You gonna get more?"