But war is raging.
War between his people and mine.
And war is raging between my father and me.
I have to find him.I have to force him to tell me why he did this.Why he gave me my heart’s desire only to show me it’s an illusion.
“Rogan, I have to go.”
“You’re not going anywhere.”
“We’ve been through this.I don’t answer to you.”
“Right.You answer to your father.To yourking.”He advances toward me.
“I do not.Not anymore.I’m not sure I ever did.I answer to no one, Rogan.No one but myself.”
He pulls his shirt over his head.His wound is closed but still fresh.And the blood… God, the blood.A tiny red river trickles over his abdomen, leading toward his…
Toward his cock.
He lowers his jeans, and his dick juts out as the little stream of blood meanders through his black bush and reaches his cock.
“Kneel, princess.Take me into your mouth.”
I nearly drop to my knees at his command.
But as much as I want to suck that gorgeous cock and taste that trickle of blood, I do not obey.
Iwillnot obey.
“No.”
“Kneel, Hannah.”
“No.”
He takes a step forward, and then another, until no more than two inches separate us.I inhale.My God, his scent.Rogan smells the best when he’s just shifted out of wolf form.He smells like strong virile man with a touch of lusty animal.
And the blood.The blood from his closed wound.It’s different from the blood that flows into my mouth from his carotid artery.
It’s darker, sweeter, thicker.
My mouth waters, and I lick my lips.
“God, princess,” Rogan growls.“Do you know how much I want those ruby lips around my cock?How much I want to fuck that hot little mouth of yours?”
But the war…
The arrows…
The demons…
My father…
It’s all up there, all waiting.
We need to?—