Page 30 of Bloodline Unbound

I read it out loud for Seth’s benefit after scanning the words.

“A witch wraith? What the fuck is that?” Seth asked.

I pulled out my own phone, careful not to let Caden fall, and punched the term into a search. Almost no information about it existed. It looked like they ate magic, but also blood. Ew. Like a lot of supernatural things, they weren’t a fan of salt or iron, but it didn’t sound like either would kill them. The thing I’d seen didn’t seem to have much of a physical form so it wasn’t like I could go buy an iron skillet and bash its head in. Salt sounded like good news, though. On the next grocery run we could grab some big containers to have on hand. Even if it only deterred it for a few seconds, that could be the difference between life and death.

Why couldn’t there be an easy solution? Splashing some holy water on it or chucking a head of garlic at it would be so much nicer. Too bad I was all too aware that things weren’t as simple as the legends had made them out to be.

I groaned.

Unknowable entities were a bitch.

I set my phone down and put it all out of my mind for the moment.

Caden’s paw curled on my arm and he looked up at me. When we have a bed again I fully intend on de-stressing you to the best of my ability.

Need clenched my stomach.

We can pick up some nice rope.

I glanced at Seth, unsure how I could respond to Caden without making it obvious that we were talking about sex stuff. “I want to, but is that safe?”

The first night, yes. It can’t move as fast as us. With this kind of distance between us, there should be no danger in trussing you up.

I shivered. I wanted it so badly. No thinking, only feeling. Desire rose up my spine; a burning craving cut through my chest.

Seth squeezed the steering wheel a little tighter and shifted in his seat. My brain supplied a litany of images—the two of them pinning me so effectively they had no need for ropes, rendering me helpless to their appetites.

Caden needed an uglier brother. Jesus fucking Christ. This was just unfair.

I didn’t outwardly acknowledge that he could smell the shift in my scent as easily as Caden could. It wasn’t my fault my brain was a vicious traitor. There were too many hours between me and satisfaction.

How was I supposed to cope?

It would be so much more convenient if I could crawl into the back seat with Caden in his human form, let him sneak those wicked fingers inside my leggings and tease my pussy until I was too much of a mess to comprehend anything but his touch.

Getting a little worked up? Caden looked at me innocently from my arms. I smacked his furry ass. Cheeky little bastard.

Seth squirmed again and I bit my tongue, determined not to make a peep. I tried to subtly squeeze my thighs to get pressure on my clit, but all it did was make things worse. I swallowed the whimper I desperately wanted to let free. My traitor brain told me to do it, to make that pitiful sound, to let them pull over so Caden could toss me on my back and eat me out on his knees on the interstate.

Fuck.

I closed my eyes.

This was going to be a long day.

She was going to make me wreck the fucking car.

Sweet hell. She smelled so fucking good. I wanted to whip the car onto the shoulder and bury my face between her thighs until she cried.

Bad thoughts. I couldn’t think about Logan like that.

I especially shouldn’t think about her wrapping those thighs around my hips as I sank my dick into her. I squeezed the steering wheel and suppressed a growl. She’d be exquisite. Soft skin, divine scent, and I already knew what she sounded like. I was so fucking doomed. My dick pressed against the seam of my jeans with a vengeance.

She was literally holding my brother in her arms and I was thinking about stripping her naked. Peeling those leggings down, pushing her over the hood of the car, letting her cries fill the eerie silence of the endless corn fields that surrounded us.

I shifted again. This was massively unfair. They were going to fuck as soon as we got wherever we were going. I’d have nothing but my hand to keep me company. At this point I’d give anything to be the one she took to bed with her instead.

Just one night.

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