Wulf Tryggvason was only one thing in life.
He was a barbarian.
Cassandra was in Wulf's bedroom, looking for her box, when she heard the door open behind her.
She was mostly lost in thought when she felt two strong, powerful arms wrap around her and turn her to face a man she had only glimpsed one time before.
The first night they had met.
This was the dangerous warrior capable of shredding Daimons apart with his bare hands.
Wulf cupped her face in his hands and kissed her desperately. That kiss reached deep inside her and set fire to her blood.
"You are mine, villkat," he breathed. His tone possessive. "Forever."
He pulled her close to him, tight. She expected him to take her. He didn't. Instead, he sank his fangs into her neck.
Cassandra couldn't breathe as she felt the momentary pain that was quickly followed by the most erotic sensation she had ever known.
Her mouth fell open as she breathed raggedly, her head spinning. She saw colors swirling before her eyes, felt her heartbeat synchronize to his as everything around her became hazy, dizzy. Pleasure erupted through her body with an orgasm so strong she cried out from it.
As she cried out, she felt her incisors growing. Felt her fangs returning...
Wulf growled deep in his throat as he tasted her. He'd never felt so close to anyone in his life. It was as if they were one person sharing one single heartbeat.
He felt everything she did. Every hope, every fear. Her entire mind was laid open before him and it overwhelmed him.
And then he felt her bite into his shoulder. Wulf gasped at the unexpected sensation. His cock swelled, making him wish he were inside her.
She reached down between their bodies as she drank from him, and unzipped his pants. Wulf moaned deep in his throat as she guided him straight into her.
With no control over himself, he took her wildly, fiercely, as they bonded their life forces together.
They came together in a furious orgasm that slammed through them both at the same exact moment.
Weak and spent, Wulf pulled away from her neck. She looked up at him, her eyes glazed as she licked her lips and her teeth receded.
Wulf kissed her deeply, holding her tight.
"Wow," she breathed. "I'm still seeing stars."
He laughed at that. He was too.
"Do you think it really worked?" she asked.
"If it doesn't, I vote we follow Zarek's advice of taking Acheron out and beating him."
Cassandra laughed nervously. "I guess in a few weeks, we'll know."
Only it didn't take that long. Cassandra's eyes widened as she started gasping for air.
"Cassandra?" Wulf asked. She couldn't respond.
"Baby?" he asked again.
Her gaze was filled with pain as she reached up, laid her hand against his whiskered cheek, and shuddered. In less than three seconds, she was dead.
"Acheron!"