Page 105 of Pack Captive

No wonder chivalry was dead.

Not romance, though. Her bedroom smelled like sex, both the Alpha and the dark hunter’s scents all over it.

It was fresh, too; I could almost picture her writhing underneath one of them, my sense of smell painting the picture for me.

My cock stiffened at the thought, and I knew I wanted this pretty Caller for myself.

Fuck what Fenris wanted. For once in my life, I wanted to take somethingIwanted.

“Believe whatever you want,” I purred, standing up. “I know the truth.”

Some of the color drained from her face as she looked up at me, and I knew what she was thinking: alone in a bedroom, about to get ravaged by the Bloodfang, and not in a sexy way.

Same old story everyone told.

Well, you know what? Some people suck at telling stories, and they should’ve stuck to listening instead.

I was going to rewrite the ending of mine.

“And I haven’t killed any of your Warriors.” I advanced on her, watching those big, dark blue eyes widen. Her lunar runes were already flaring with power. “I haven’t killed your Guardians. Because that would make it very, very hard to convince you to help me.”

“You still think I can do anything about that?” she asked, scampering around to the other side of the bed.

Cute. She thought she could escape that way.

“Well, obviously, or I wouldn’t be here.” I mean, I probably would’ve been, because she was gorgeous and I liked that she snapped back at me without cowering all the time, but still. “He’s clawing back into my head again, and neither of us want that.”

Ayla’s fists were still clenched, her nails lengthening into claws.

She studied me as I stopped several feet away from her, prolonging the chase by just a little bit.

But not too long. I wanted to run my hands all over her.

“Can he control you?” she asked quietly. “When he’s in your head?”

I touched my cheek, feeling the marks there. The burning flared under my fingers, like hot coals coming to life beneath my skin. “Not like a puppet, no. But he plants commands in your brain, makes you want to obey him...and if I do, I’m dragging you straight to him.”

Ayla didn’t move when I stepped closer to her, studying me intently.

“So maybe you should drive him out, and this night doesn’t end badly for either of us,” I whispered.

I caught her by the shoulders before she could move, pushing her onto the bed and settling myself over her.

Eat him, the voice whispered.Rip her flesh...

I ignored it, forcefully shoved away the sudden urge to sink my teeth into her.

Not to her. She was mine.

This wasmystory now.

She was quivering, her clawed fingers braced against my chest, but her soft warmth seeped into me, an irresistible draw.

“I’m not going to force myself on you,” I said, offended that I’d need to clarify that. “I just need to touch you.”

That didn’t really help. Her lunar light spilled out of her, but she was still stiff as a board. I wrapped my arms around her, burying my face in her hair.

I let the power wash over me, like cool water soothing a burn. My exhaled breath ruffled the blue-black hair that smelled like vanilla.

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