Page 96 of Bound By Blood

“Once it’s done, darlin’, you can’t undo it.”

Kaitlyn nodded, He was right, of course. She needed to think it through. And there was no hurry. In the meantime, she was wasting precious moments with the man she loved.

She smiled a slow, seductive smile, her fingertips trailing across his lower lip. “So, where were we?”

His mouth closed around her finger. He sucked it gently. Heat shot straight through her. With a moan, she wrapped her arms around him, her breasts pushing against his chest.

Zack bit down on her finger, then covered her mouth with his. She was driving him crazy. His hands moved restlessly over her back as he deepened the kiss. He needed to stop, now, before stopping became impossible. Instead, he held her closer, tighter.

“Katy …” He struggled for control, but it wasn’t easy, not when she was wriggling on his lap, not when the scent of her desire and her blood made it difficult to think of anything else. Not when he knew that she wanted him as badly as he wanted her.

Moaning softly, she slid her hands under his shirt, her nails raking his chest. “Zack.” He heard the desperation in her tone, the urgency. The need.

“I know,” he said, his voice hoarse. “Believe me, baby, I know.” He pulled back, putting some space between them. He took several deep breaths. “I can’t do this,” he muttered. The bench was metal. The ground was wet. “Not here.”

She nipped at his ear. “Then let’s go somewhere else.”

It would be easy to take her in his arms and transport them to a hotel in the city. Easy, but not smart.

“No one will know,” she said.

“I’m not going to take you out here, in the mud,” Zack said. “And leaving Wolfram could be dangerous.”

“My bedroom?” she suggested.

“And have your mother or father walk in on us?”

“We could lock the door.”

He laughed. “Yeah, like that would fool your folks. Or keep your father out.”

“Don’t you want me?”

“More than you know.” He snorted softly, unable to believe he was turning her down. He had bedded a lot of women in a lot of places, but Kaitlyn was a forever woman, not a quick roll in the hay. He wouldn’t take her out in the open, like some rutting stag, or defile her in her father’s house. And while he was pretty sure they’d be safe at a hotel in town, he wasn’t going to take a chance on putting her life at risk.

“Zack.”

“Sorry, darlin’,” he muttered. “But one of us has to stay rational.”

“Why? I’ve always been a good girl,” she said, her voice smoky with desire. “Can’t I be bad, just once?” He was weakening; she could see it in the sudden heat in his eyes, feel it as his arm tightened around her waist. A thrill of excitement shot through her. Tonight, she thought, tonight she would be his in every sense of the word.

The thought had no sooner crossed her mind when she suddenly found herself standing in Zack’s arms in the main room of the castle.

“I guess you really meant no,” she said sulkily.

“I smelled one of your kind out there, just beyond the wall.”

“What?”

Before he could explain, Drake appeared in the room, bare-chested and barefooted. His gaze moved quickly over Kaitlyn. “Are you all right?”

“Yes, fine.”

“You smelled him, too,” Zack said.

Drake nodded. “Stay here. I am going out to have a look around,” he said, and vanished from the room.

Just then, Elena came hurrying down the stairs, tying the sash on her bathrobe. “What’s going on? Where’s Drake?”

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