Page 47 of Broken Trust

Then he struck, sinking his canines into Atlas’s shoulder. His mate cried out, cum pulsing from his cock and making their chest slick. The scent drove Kellen over the edge. He pulled his canines free and shouted Atlas’s name, his orgasm shattering him.

“And here I thought we were taking this slow.” Kellen wiped his forearm over his sweaty forehead while he rocked in and out of Atlas’s ass.

“Thought so too.” Atlas’s chest rose and fell as he struggled with each breath. “My body had its own agenda.”

Smiling, Kellen lapped at Atlas’s shoulder, sealing the wound. “I’m glad your body and my cock conspired against us.”

Atlas chuckled.

Just as Kellen eased out of Atlas, he heard something crash downstairs. A loud howl erupted, telling him that Colt was in trouble.

“Stay here,” he said to Atlas as he jumped from the bed and snatched his underwear off the floor. “Don’t leave this room.”

“What was that?” Atlas asked with wide eyes. “Did I just hear a howl?”

Kellen gave his mate a quick kiss before he rushed out the door, closing it behind him. He took two seconds to slide his underwear on before he was rushing down the stairs.

No sooner had Kellen cleared them than he was thrown against the wall. He crashed into the drywall before he hit the floor. The scent of vampire filled his lungs as the sound of fighting reached his ears.

Colt was in the kitchen fighting the other vampire.

Kellen lunged to his feet and ducked, avoiding the fist flying at him. He drove his own fist upward, letting his claws slide free before he slammed them into the son of a bitch’s gut.

Blood coated his hand as Kellen spun them sideways, using their momentum to collide with the wall. He pinned the bloodsucker, getting in his face. “You signed your own death warrant coming to my house. Now I’m about to execute it.”

The vampire hissed, trying to shove Kellen off of him. That wasn’t going to happen with them so close to the stairs, Atlas in the room right above them. He couldn’t allow the vampire to get free and use his inhuman sped to get to the second floor.

Kellen snarled deeply as he shoved his claws repeatedly before he grabbed the guy’s spine. With brute force, Kellen wrenched his hand back, ripping it out.

The body dropped, and Kellen spun, racing to the kitchen. Colt was on his knees, his hand covering his bleeding gut. “I’m sorry. He got the upper hand. I can’t stop my body from shifting, Kellen. Get to your mate!”

Kellen was sure no one had gotten past him, but he’d been so busy taking out the vampire who’d attacked him that he couldn’t be certain.

He shot from the kitchen, taking the spiral stairs two at a time. He plowed into his bedroom door then stopped dead in his tracks.

“I see I’m the last one standing.” The vampire from Wild Tiger parking lot held Atlas around the throat. “If you try to charge me, I’ll snap the human’s neck before you even reach me.”

Atlas was still on the bed, on his knees, and not dangling from the vampire’s grip like he had been the last time. That didn’t bring Kellen any consolation.

The bastard still had his hands on Atlas.

A deep, menacing growl ripped from his throat. This was the same scene at Morgan’s house when that hyena had his claws at Sam’s throat. Morgan had been helpless to do anything for fear that Sam would die before he reached his mate.

Only no one was going to show up behind the vampire and break every bone in his hand to release his grip.

“Is this pathetic human your mate?” The vampire narrowed his eyes. “I hope he is so you can feel the same loss as I did when you killed my brother.”

“Which bloodsucker would that be?” Kellen asked. “The one in the demon realm, in that parking lot, or the one downstairs? If you’re seeking revenge, then it should be brother for brother. Mine is in the kitchen.”

Not that Kellen would let the vampire get past him.

The guy lowered his arm as he hissed. That was when Kellen saw Atlas reaching for something just under the edge of the blanket.

“I’ll kill everyone you’ve ever cared about,” the vampire snarled. “Starting with your pet!”

Atlas jerked his arm upward, impaling the vampire under his chin with a piece of broken nightstand. Atlas scrambled from the bed as Kellen shot forward, driving the wood deeper.

“The only thing being killed tonight is you.” He plunged his hand into the guy’s chest and ripped out his heart.

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