William (The Valentines) - By Sam Crescent Page 0,39

and Katie, and he intended to relish every second.

Placing one of his hands between their bodies, he fingered her clit, pulsing and ripe for another orgasm.

He pounded into her, waiting for the peak when he knew it would be the best time. Within seconds, her pussy was swallowing him whole.

Now was the time to make Katie White his—truly his.

William spoke the binding words. “I, William Valentine, take Katie White as my bond mate for all eternity and let nothing part us. By blood, by love and by all things pure, I cement her to me for life.” He bit into her neck, sealing the bond with her blood.

This was the moment to see if their feelings for each other were true. The brightest of lights shone out of their bodies, highlighting the room around them. He burst with happiness as he took a ride into a surge of love, happiness and all purest pleasure one could ever know.

Katie White was his true, blood-bonded mate. His heart had spoken the truth.

He drank her blood and felt the power of her witch, the hint of the death that would always cling to her skin, and everything wonderfully Katie—the amber of honey and the hint of vanilla. He immersed himself in her happiness.

“I love you,” he whispered, not speaking the words out loud but communicating to her with the gift of a bonded mate.

Katie didn’t shrink away—she’d known he would speak to her in her mind. Her head confirmed what her heart already knew. It was meant to be.

They reached their peak together and brought each other down, knowing that their love-making was as magical as a sunset, fleeting yet forever with them, for all of their immortality.

“I love you too,” she whispered.

Before the darkness fell, she felt him slump against her, protecting her body and holding her to his heart. The heart that, if it could still beat, would be beating for her.

Katie awoke lying near a stream. She looked up into the surreal beauty of a sunset like the one she’d imagined while making love with William.

“You’ll miss it.” It was a little boy who had spoken. Frowning, Katie took his offered hand and stood. She followed the little boy. She didn’t recognise him at all.

She went with him past the blurs of the woods, the ice on the mountains, the little boy getting faster and faster.

“Where are we going?” she asked.

Katie tried to make sense of where she was, but nothing came to mind. It was the land of in-between. An ocean of nothingness but distant memories.

“A new king is about to be born.”

The little boy was talking in riddles.

“Katie, baby. Wake up—wake up!” Katie looked behind her trying to find the owner of the voice she loved so much.

“No, they said you would see.” The boy tugged on her hand, pulling her back towards the clearing. She glanced back one final time before she was plunged into darkness…and into hell.

William shook her. She wouldn’t wake up. She wasn’t breathing. He was freaking out. He heard the banging on the door outside and didn’t care. He pulled the blanket around Katie, trying to keep her modest as the door splintered, torn off its hinges, and was thrown across the room.

Robert charged in first, followed by Sophie, the necromancer and Adam, then the rest of his family.

“She won’t wake up,” he cried, not caring that his family saw his tears; saw his weakness.

Robert walked over to the bed and tried to touch her. William hissed at him, prepared to strike.

“William, I was just feeling for a pulse.” Robert held his arms up in a pose of surrender.

“She’s not dead,” the necromancer whispered from the corner. She no longer had her cape around her and William welcomed her scars. The battle signs of a true warrior.

“Where is she?” he demanded.

“The dead have a spirit around them, like a black cloud. She doesn’t have one.” She pointed at Katie, then shrugged.

“Don’t fear, vampire.” Everyone in the room turned to look at the mirror.

William got up from the bed, not caring about his nakedness.

He approached the mirror. “Who are you?” he asked.

“I’m a friend.”

“Tara?” he asked.

“Katie isn’t one for secrets, then?”

William shook his head. “Not with me.”

“Wait and you shall see.”

The mirror returned to normal as Katie gasped back to life. William ran to her side, holding her as she took lungfuls of air.

“It was so horrible—they tortured him.” She cried out in pain as a red welt suddenly appeared on her back.

She screamed,