Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 80563 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 403(@200wpm)___ 322(@250wpm)___ 269(@300wpm)
She knows I can sense it. Hell, she wants me to know how hot she is right now. We shouldn’t be together, not like this, and it’s making us both want it even more. She slides her hand down and grabs the hem of my shirt, ready to pull it over my head.
I want her, and she wants me. I let my eyes fall shut, relishing in the warmth of her skin. She flattens her hand over my back and rocks her hips so she can feel my cock against her.
I open my eyes and look right at her, knowing that she feels the emptiness too. That she’s desperate for a way to fill it but knows that not anything can. Not anyone either.
I don’t know why she fills the darkness with light.
I don’t know why I’d do anything to protect her.
I don’t believe in destiny. In fated mates.
But maybe I was wrong.
Maybe we were meant to find each other.
I can’t hold back any longer. I bring my head down and kiss her. Her lips are warm and soft, and taste sweet. She wraps her arms around me, holding me tight against her body as I push my tongue into her mouth, kissing her as hard as I can. I retract my fangs, not wanting to cut her, and deepen the kiss.
She runs one of her hands around my waist to the zipper of my jeans. She slides the other to my chest, and magic sparks from her fingertips. It burns right through my shirt and chars my flesh.
“Getting excited?” The wound is already healing when I look down at it. Fuck, seeing her do magic like that makes my cock even harder.
“I’m sorry.”
I wrap her in my embrace. “Don’t be. Don’t hold back, Callie.”
Pushing me away, she gets to her knees and shoves me down on the couch.
“I won’t.”
I fall back against the cushions and she climbs onto me, straddling my lap and rolling her hips over mine, rubbing her pussy against my cock. Her eyes fall shut and she’s getting wetter by the second. She wants me to fuck her, and I won’t disappoint.
I reach up, hands settling on her slender waist. Her phone rings and she groans.
“Dammit. I’ll silence that.” She holds out her hand, using magic to bring her phone off the coffee table. She tenses when she sees the name of the caller.
“What’s wrong?” I ask.
She turns the phone around. “It’s the hospital.”
Chapter
Eleven
“Betty?” Callie asks, looking down at the mousy woman who works at the bookstore with her. She’s laying in a hospital bed and is fighting to wake up. I can smell the drugs inside her blood.
We just arrived at the hospital, and Callie was the only person the staff was able to get a hold of. She’s dangerous, takes no shit, and now I’m seeing a different side of her. She’s worried about her friend.
“It’s Callie. Can you hear me?”
“She’s been drugged,” I tell her. “I can smell it in her blood. I’ve seen this before.” I go to Callie’s side and look at the woman she called Betty. Her lip is cut, looking like it’s from her own teeth, probably from when she passed out and fell. “And it’s not from vampires.”
“What are you trying to say?” Callie asks but a nurse comes in before I can explain. “Oh,” the nurse says, startled. “I didn’t know Ms. Jones had visitors. And you are?”
“Callie. I was called as her emergency contact.”
“Yes. I was the one that spoke to you. She’s lucky someone found her and called an ambulance.” The nurse comes into the room to do an assessment.
“Is she okay?” Callie asks.
“She’s stable. Once her blood screen comes back we’ll know more.”
“She was drugged,” Callie says. “I mean, look at her.”
“It’s one possibility.” The nurse snaps on gloves.
“Does the blood screen look for Rohypnol?” I ask.
“It looks for a wide variety of things. It’s one we’re looking for.”
“Was she raped?” Callie asks, voice tight.
“You were the only contact we were able to get off her,” the nurse starts, “but that doesn’t mean I can disclose all information with you.”
“Hey,” Callie says sharply and the lights flicker. She goes over to the nurse and grabs her wrist. The nurse jerks back but Callie slides her fingers down, finding the pulse point. She did the same thing to that woman at the bar the other night.
“What happened to her?” Callie asks, looking right into the nurse’s eyes.
“She was found in an alley behind Bob’s Bar and Grill. Unconscious but fully clothed. The cops think someone might have intended to harm her but got scared of getting caught and left. The people who found her thought they saw someone running away as the approached.”
Callie lets go and looks at me. “Distract her, please.”
Flashing my fangs, I rush over to the nurse, holding her spellbound while Callie goes to her friend.