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The fight left her as Drew’s mouth claimed her. Holy shit. What a kiss. Shelley wrapped an arm around his neck and one around his waist as Drew shoved her backwards against the wall. He hauled her up into his arms and pinned her there as he nibbled on her lips. Her mouth opened and Drew swept in, his tongue seeking hers. Shelley had never been kissed so thoroughly. Drew was ravishing her mouth, and her toes were curling up in excitement. It was a take-no-prisoners kiss that made her panties damp and her pussy demand attention.
Drew broke the kiss and pressed against her.
“Feel that? No woman has ever made me that hard. Never. Shelley, you have wormed your way into my head and my life. I’m obsessed with you, in a good way, and would never harm a hair on your head.”
“What just happened?” Shelley asked, bemused. She found it hard to think as his scent was driving her senses wild. Drew’s hand cupped her chin, his fingers splaying out across her throat.
“Which bit?” Drew replied.
“All of it?” Shelley said as she clung to his shirt.
“We can’t stay here. My siblings will be looking for us. Will you trust me?” Drew asked.
“Yes.” Shelley watched Drew almost expand in pride and pleasure at her words.
“I shan’t let anyone harm you,” Drew swore and grabbed her wrist. He pulled her quickly through the apartment and let them out.
“Where are we going?” Shelley asked as they walked down a flight of stairs.
“To my safe place, not even my siblings are in the loop about it,” Drew replied and checked the front entrance of the buildingthey were in. Seeing nobody about, Drew quickly put on a baseball cap and a pair of sunglasses and entered the street.
Drew seemed to know where he was going, so Shelley followed. She was on high alert after seeing what appeared to be a fireball erupt at her home. She prayed she’d been mistaken. Then there was being yanked through a mirror again and being kissed thoroughly.
Shelley’s adrenaline was running high, and she wanted to sit down and take stock, but Drew was on edge, which meant she was too. She kept her head down as Drew took them down backstreets and little-used alleys, and finally, she gasped at their intended destination.
A pair of wrought-iron gates had two words woven into them.Highgate Cemetery.
“Not a chance in hell!” Shelley exclaimed. “Even I’ve heard of the Highgate Vampire, and this area is haunted as hell!”
“Trust me, Shelley, please. I won’t let anything hurt you. I have a safe place here. Nobody can find us, and my siblings aren’t aware of this, I swear.”
“It’s locked, and I can’t climb these gates,” Shelley muttered, staring at the high barriers. She was relieved they were about eight feet tall. Nope, she couldn’t scramble over those.
“Ye of little faith,” Drew teased and glanced about. Night was falling, and there wasn’t anyone close by. He used Ghoul’s senses and detected people, but they were far away. In the blink of an eye, Drew swept Shelley up and shifted.
Shelley’s mouth dropped open in surprise, but she wrapped her arms around Ghoul’s neck as he jogged forward and leapt. A squeal left her mouth as Ghoul sailed over the gates and landed firmly. Shelley had closed her eyes the moment she realised what Ghoul planned to do, and she was clinging to him like a limpet to a rock.
“Let go and I’ll put you down,” Ghoul hissed.
Somewhere, an owl hooted, and an animal screamed. The cemetery was slowly awakening, filled with noises that were eerie in the falling dusk.
“Not bloody likely,” Shelley muttered.
“Shelley, I’m the apex predator here,” Ghoul sought to reassure her.
“Good, you can carry me and scare everything away. There are rats; they might eat my toes,” Shelley replied irrationally. She was terrified of them. It was their tails and beady eyes. Shelley shook her head and tucked her face into Ghoul’s neck.
Ghoul/Drew
Ghoul stiffened. Shelley really had no fear of him at all. It was a wonder, especially as his razor-sharp teeth were close to her face. Shelley clearly felt protected with him, and he couldn’t understand that. He hadn’t been lying when he said he was the apex predator here. Even the Highgate Vampire didn’t mess with him.
Warmth spread through him as he gazed at this remarkable woman’s face, and Ghoul knew he’d kill to keep her safe. Bond or no bond, Shelley Evans was his.
Chapter Fifteen.
Shelley
Ghoul carried her through the cemetery. Night fell, and she held onto him tightly. Noises abounded in the dark air, which would have been terrifying if Shelley had been alone.
