Page 82 of Bad Moon Rising
With a hand on her jaw, he pulled her mouth off his shoulder and angled her head for a kiss. He lifted her and walked to the wall. She locked her ankles around his back.
“All of you,” she whispered.
Everything about him sharpened and strengthened as he became the real him. His muscles seemed to grow and pulsate with power.
With a powerful stroke, he entered her. God, she’d forgotten how big he was. Everything felt stretched. Nerves fired, and the heat built. He pulsated into her over and over, so deep. So raw and filled with intensity. As the sensations built to the pinnacle, the orgasm exploded through her. She cried out and bit him hard.
His body jerked, and it triggered his own release.
She didn’t remember getting back to the bed, but he held her.
She held him back.I’m so sorry, Roman. So sorry for what’s to come.
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Wake up.”
Groggy, Roman pushed to his elbows. He hadn’t realized he’d slept. For hours last night, he’d watched her sleep, options sifting through his head with no new answers.
Fully dressed, she sat on the side of the bed gently shaking him. “You have a little over an hour to catch your train.”
“Nova, I’m not—”
“Yes, you are,” she interrupted. “You’ll be on the train.”
He sat up and scrubbed a hand through his hair to smooth its craziness. “We didn’t talk about this.”
She handed him clothes. On autopilot, he put them on.
“It’s arranged,” she said. “There’s no going back on what’s planned. No alternative.”
“What did you plan?” His stomach tightened.
She stood several feet away. “Cooper will be here in about an hour.”
“Cooper? As in the Anti-Werewolf League, Cooper?”
“Yes. He was told I’m an evil lycan that needed killing. Me. He’s going to kill me.”
“How did you call Cooper?” he interrupted. “Where’d you get his number?”
“Don’t freak out. Please, sit down so you can soak this in and remember how this is going to go.”
He raised his voice. “How the hell did you call him? Have you been lying to me and playing some other shit behind my back? Do you remember things all of a sudden?”
“Nothing’s changed in my head. I wish it had.” She pressed on his chest. “Sit. And listen.”
He collapsed to perch on the edge of the bed and rasped out, “What have you done?”
“It’s got to be me. We’ve always known that. I called your mother. She contacted Cooper because she knows people who knew people who could find him. She let him believe I was a lycan who needed to die. That you and Flynn have been hunting me. That by doing this he’d be helping you. Cooper needs to prove himself to his organization. He’s going to text you when he’s here and send you a link to watch it live.”
He took the phone she pushed into his hands, dazed. “No.” He shook his head. “No.”
She put a finger over his mouth. “I’ll be sedated. Self-induced. Cooper has to bring along a more experienced lycan killer just in case he can’t do it. You’re going to tell your king or handler or whoever needs to see this for confirmation that I escaped but the A.W.L. caught me. That you told them I needed to die. At twelve-fifteen, when you’re with them and have them watching the live online feed, he’s going to do it.”
He shook his head.
“Roman, the vampire is right. It has to be me. Look at me.”
