Page 108 of Blade's Battle
Callen gave him a strained nod as if they were mere acquaintances and their friendship of more than six years had never existed. They could settle what was wrong between them when Callen returned. In a blur of black, Callen shifted and disappeared into the woods.
“I hope he finds her in time,” Anna said as she leaned into Blade.
“Me too.”For Katy’s and Callen’s sakes.
* * *
ANNA
After the pack welcomed them back in a crushing mob of questions about why they were so torn up—Anna primarily, as Blade and Frank had mostly healed by then—Anna finally breathed a sigh of relief. They had made it back, and Blade hadn’t gone feral. They could blood-bond immediately and then the big worries would be behind her.
Blade held her hand the whole way to the lodge where Pryce was treating a few pre-teens with slow-healing fractures. Apparently, the group of three eleven- and twelve-year-olds had the not-so-bright idea that they could swing from trees,pinetrees, like monkeys. The rope had held, but not the dozens of interim branches they’d crashed through before dropping thirty feet to the ground.
Pryce rewrapped Anna’s ribs and checked her nose, then sent her on her way with orders to rest. Blade tried everything he could think of to keep her in bed, from foot massages to eating in bed, which would have been great had he kept food in his kitchen. While he headed to the cookhouse to retrieve dinner, Anna snuck away from the cabin.
“What are you doing in here?” Blade asked when he found her an hour later in an old storage unit.
“That was fast. Didn’t take you long to find me.”
“I’m a scout. Tracking’s what I do. And don’t change the subject. Why are you in this dusty, cold storage unit when you should be resting?”
“Setting up. Tess told me Alex used this place as a makeshift lab. It’s perfect with long tables and electrical outlets. I’m not sure if the generator has enough gas though. I haven’t had a chance to check it.”
“You’re supposed to be resting,” he said, his brows pinched together. He definitely wasn’t happy with her.
She threw him a smile which didn’t ease that pinched look of his. “I want to be ready to go once Damien finds a volunteer for the treatment.”
“Rest now, set up later. I don’t like how worn down you are.”
“Did you just call me ugly?”
He caged her against a wall and ran his nose along her neck, inhaling her scent. Her nipples tightened. “There is no such thing as an ugly angel,” he said as he kissed along her jawline.
“Some would argue there are no such things as angels,” she replied, barely getting out the words as he licked a particularly sensitive spot near her ear.
“That’s because they haven’t met you.” He moved down to her neck where a combination of kissing and licking had her clenching her thighs.
“I don’t think angels allow themselves to get kissed or whatever it is you’re planning, in the middle of a lab.”
“It’s a storage room. A closet. The epitome of places to get screwed.”
“Oh, so you’ve done this before?”
“Screwed an angel, yes. Screwed in a closet, no, at least not yet. Time to remedy that,” he said as he unzipped his jeans.
She had to admit she liked this side of Blade, the confident shifter who knew what he wanted and took it. And she had made him a promise to rest when she got back. Granted, stroking his cockwasrather restful.
“Want to be inside you,” he whispered in her ear as his cock pushed into her hand.
“Ribs are still sore,” she breathed back, only now realizing how turned on she was getting by his moans. The feel of his cock, velvety and hard against her hand, had her core clenching, aching for him.
“All the reason to blood-bond. So you can heal.”
“At the Running of the Moon,” she said as she sucked on his bottom lip. “A traditional blood-bonding.”
Another growl as his hips thrust forward several times. His mouth captured her as he shot into her hand. When he pulled away, she licked her hand clean.
“You are so dirty.”
