Page 82 of The Wild Moon
“Like hell I can’t. She’smine, you asshole!” Johnathan snarled. “Remove this barrier and face me yourself. Coward.”
I gasped and darted to the side of the tunnel as the giant man-thing’s eyes flared so bright with blue flame that it lit up the entire tunnel and forced me to shield my eyes.
“Stop it, Johnathan,” I snapped angrily as the fire faded.
“No. This coward won’t face me because he’s afraid I would win,” Johnathan said tautly, staring at the giant behind me.
“Yeah, I don’t think that’s it,” I said, looking over my shoulder as the stranger hauled back a fist and casually punched a boulder out of the wall, hammering at an outcropping until a piece of rock the size of my torso fell into his hands.
He hefted it casually and then, with surprising speed and grace for someone his size, hurled it so fast past my head the air screamed. Johnathan had no time to duck aside, but it didn’t matter because the rock shattered into a thousand pieces against the barrier.
The creature grunted, a sound that was almost…surprised? I wasn’t sure, but that seemed like the best description. Perhaps mixed with some disappointment, too.
“What were you expecting to happen?” I asked the giant.
“Just that,” he says, and this time I definitely picked up disappointment. “Though, I’d hoped otherwise.”
I looked at Johnathan, who otherwise would have been pummeled with the rock.
“Yeah, me, too,” I agreed. “That would have been nice.”
He looked at me, forced to crane his neck way down. The fire still obscured everything above his lips, with only those blue eyes burning brightly enough for me to separate them from the rest of his face.
“What now?” I asked. “Do you kill me? Is that your next objective?”
That got me a strange look.
“No,” the fire-being said. “Now, we go from here.”
“We do? Where do we–Oh,” I gasped as he reached down and threw me over his shoulder.
I had to stifle an unprompted moan at the sudden move, his muscles and dominance once more setting off an arousal in me that I couldn’t seem to get under control.
Then, wepoofed.
Chapter Forty-Four
The arousal died the second we snapped back into reality.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, wriggling desperately to get out of his grip as my stomach roiled and heaved.
Falling to the floor, I dry retched, begging myself furiously not to puke in front of the giant fire-sex-man-thing. I didn’t want that embarrassment. My wolf agreed, but she did nothing to help, simply content to watch and admire the Alpha, ready to do exactly as he said, whenever he said it.
She’d already decided whom to submit to.
Moments later, my stomach settled so quickly I nearly lost control from the swiftness of it.
“What thefuckwas that?” I swore, leaping to my feet. “Vir’s Oath, man, you can’t justpoofpeople like that without warning.”
I wanted to get really good and mad at my captor, to show him my fury, but it was hard when I only came to his shoulders. I’m no wimp in the height department, but this guy wasmassive, towering above me without even trying. There was no way I was intimidating him.
His fire faded with my fury, however, revealing the face of my abductor at last. I looked up–all the way up–and gasped.
“Holy fuck!” I shouted, backing away in stunned amazement. “You?You’refiery demon thing?”
“I’m no demon,” Mr. Mysterious rumbled.
It was him. The man from my dreams. Tall, handsome, dark hair spilling to his shoulders, and eyes of a blue so rich it defied comprehension. Just like everything else about him.
