Page 62 of Act of Brotherhood
Nicolette.
His beast roared upwards, making his mouth change shapes even more, to the point it would be noticeable if she looked back at him.
“Harder!” she commanded.
He obeyed.
“Mine,” he ground out roughly, as best he could considering his mouth was locked in a state of partial change.
Nicolette gasped and pushed back against him. “Yes. Yours! And you’re mine.”
As the words left her mouth, Garth lost what little control he had left.
He opened his mouth and sank his teeth into the tender flesh of her upper back shoulder, close to her neck. The buzzing noise grew to epic proportions as he swallowed down the coppery-rich taste of her blood.
His hips moved as if they had a mind of their own as he continued to pound into her, Nicolette’s body taking pleasure from the act as much as his.
A tightness started in his chest and the buzzing noise bordered on just this side of painful and the ache in his chest intensified. Suddenly, it felt like someone was between them, stitching them together with invisible thread, tying them to one another. In the back of his mind, he knew this meant something important. He just couldn’t focus long enough to figure it out. All he knew for certain was that being in her was as close to Valhalla as he was getting, and he never wanted to leave.
He released his hold on her shoulder and licked the spot he’d bitten, his whole body close to fully shifting forms. The wound healed over before his eyes.
“No!” he growled out, his voice raspy, his head still bent so that Nicolette was pinned to the bed face first.
With a final roar, Garth planted himself deep within her. His cock twitched as his seed spurted into her. The feeling of being stitched together grew to the point he actually wondered if it was happening.
Nicolette cried out again and jerked under him, coming with him.
He held himself there as sweat dripped off his body and onto the beauty below him. His cock continued to release seed into her, as if he’d never come in his life before and had over a thousand years’ worth of buildup to release.
There was a sharp pinching in his lower back, and he tensed.
The reality that he was about to shift into a wolf while he was not only on Nicolette, but still in her, hit him hard. It took every ounce of willpower he had to jerk out of her and rush out of the room.
Garth stumbled out and into the hallway, terrified that he’d suffer the same type of uncontrollable shift as Malik had in Egypt while under the influence of the serum.
James was wrong. It wasn’t through his system yet. It couldn’t be. That was the only explanation for his insanity.
In most cases, a shifter male was in control of his actions in beast form. They were aware, had cognitive thought and reasoning, but not when they were taken by bloodlust—and not with the serum. No part of the human was left in control or aware in those cases. Just an animal. And whatever it wanted was its singular focus, its only mission. Garth already knew his wolf wanted Nicolette, and the idea of what that wolf might try to do to assure that happened scared the living hell out of him.
Garth slipped going down the stairs and ended up falling down the majority of them. The bite of pain helped him hold onto control a little longer. The front door was in sight. He lunged for it, managed to get it undone, and then fell through it and onto the front stoop.
He went to his knees and looked upward at the night sky, knowing there was a high chance a human would see what he was about to do. He couldn’t stop it even if he wanted to. The best he could hope for was that his wolf would catch the scent of a small animal or something to distract it from going back inside for Nicolette—and Odin help if she came searching for him and happened upon his wolf.
A shrill laugh came from his left—and Garth whipped around to see a carbon copy of himself standing near the oversized trash can, grinning.
His brother was there, looking exactly the same as the last time he’d seen the man, except he was now dressed in modern clothing. Like Garth, Grid evolved with the times. Grid’s long hair was pulled back in a thick braid, something Garth had never been a fan of wearing.
No.
It couldn’t be.
I’m hallucinating.
Grid looked real enough to Garth. Was he imagining him or was he really there?
Nicolette’s words when they’d first met hit Garth hard. She’d been surprised his hair was down, and that he’d changed his shirt. She’d mentioned seeing him before, in the square. Garth had never been in the square, nor had he braided his hair fully.
Grid’s hair was fully braided.
