starts talking again. “So you’re a shifter, but you don’t have a pack?”
Screams fill my head before I push them back and grip the wheel tighter. “Not anymore,” is all I say.
The silence stretches on, and I can feel him wanting to ask more, but he refrains, and we drive the rest of the way in silence. If he’s right, if the council is doing something bad, will I really hand him over? Could I live with myself for that? And if so, have I been hunting good people all along?
Will I help him if the truth comes out and I don’t like it?
And if I do…what does that mean for us?
He kills monsters, killers… Will he kill me when he discovers I am both?
KHALID
“Turn right,” I tell her, and she does, driving down the dirt track. I have only been here once or twice when I was much younger and the world was a different place. Now, the cities have grown around it, and the mountain where the Librarian resides has been forgotten, overgrown, so much so, we have to stop at the end of a blocked trail. The rocky outcropping blocks us on either side with large trees stretching above us and casting us into shadow, obscuring the last rays of the descending sun.
She turns off the engine, the lights shining into the nearly overrun path before us. “If you have brought me out here to kill me” —she turns her head and narrows her eyes, and seeing the single black one that matches mine makes me grin— “know that I have at least eight weapons on me, and I will gut you before you can even move.”
“What if I came out here to fuck you into oblivion?” I tease, unable to help myself.
Her eyebrow arches, and a slow, sure smile crawls over her lips. “Then I have eight weapons we can use to make that happen,” she offers before she climbs out of the car, leaving me staring after her, open-mouthed. A groan escapes my lips as my cock jerks at the thought of her using her weapons on me, at the pain and blood.
Fuck.
Stop thinking.
I’m trying to keep my mate safe and out of my life, not get her further into it by making her my fucking wicked dominatrix. Unplugging my seat belt, I slip out after her and shut the door to find her waiting at the path. Her one eye flashes to yellow and almost glows in the dark, probably allowing her to see—the perks of being a shifter. Luckily, my night vision is good also, something I’ve mastered over the years spent hunting in the dark. She locks her car and starts to walk into the forest, so I quickly hurry after her.
The Librarian doesn’t like supes around him, but you never know who could have moved in—ferals, strays, fucking fae, hell, even a dragon. My mate may be a badass but she can still get hurt, and that won’t be happening on my watch. Not ever. The only time she will be hurt is from my hands being wrapped around her throat as I pound into her.
Following behind her, I watch her ass as she easily manoeuvres around the rocks and fallen trees and upturned roots. Fuck, she has a perfect ass. Peachy as hell and round… Shit. Now I’m just thinking about her naked. I could barely control myself when she dropped that blanket. All her perfect curves were on display, her high, huge breasts with pink-tipped nipples begging for my mouth. Her tight, tucked in waist was covered in a few scars, which only made me harder. And she had a small triangle of brown hair that concealed her pussy from me, the sweet scent of her desire reaching me and causing my blood to boil. She is perfect. Too fucking perfect.
I didn’t even want to touch her, to stain her with the darkness in my soul, yet I couldn’t resist. If those men hadn’t broken in, I would have taken her right then and there. Buried my face and cock in that tight little cunt until she was fighting me for a different reason. Shit. I reach down and adjust my hard cock, imagining those nails buried in my back as I fuck her, the blood running from the puncture marks as I drive into her over and over—
“I can practically hear your thoughts,” Remi mutters in front of me, and she flashes me a look over her shoulder.