Bound By Blood (Bound 1)

Morgan pul ed back. What am I doing?

His glowing eyes stared down at her.

Her thighs hit the mattress, and she fel back onto the bed. She expected him to pounce on her, literal y. Instead, he caught one foot and lifted it up, then slowly, inch by inch, Jace pul ed off her leather boot.

His hands kneaded her flesh. Smoothed over her calf. Slipped up her thigh. Morgan tensed even as her fangs burned.

His hand eased back, and he reached for the other boot.

She couldn’t look away from him. Dark hair. Golden flesh. The boot came off, and his hand smoothed over her skin. He parted her thighs.

“So pretty…”

She was wet for him. Morgan wanted his blood so badly that she trembled and, even more, she wanted that hot, hard body of his against her. In her. He licked his lips.

“Who gets to taste first?”

Damn. She wasn’t supposed to have sex with him. The Council had been adamant about that. Drink him, yes, take his power, give him hers, but sex?

Forbidden.

But the Council wasn’t there, and for once, Morgan was going to take pleasure like other women did.

“I do,” she said and reached for him.

His smile had her heartbeat kicking, but, to show him that she wasn’t like the mortal women he’d probably known before, Morgan twisted and shoved him, forcing him onto his back on the bed. Then she climbed on top of him, spreading her legs so that the aroused length of his c**k just brushed her sex.

More, please.

Her nails raked down his chest. Not enough to break the skin. No sense wasting blood. His smal ni**les tightened beneath her touch. She leaned down and slid her tongue over the left nipple. He arched beneath her, and the head of his c**k pushed against her core. She lifted her head. “Not yet.” Was that breathless, hungry voice real y hers?

His hands were on her hips, holding her tight. So much power. She’d had a handful of lovers—al human—in her life. They’d felt warm and alive but Jace was something al together different.

He wasn’t just warmth. He was a furnace, and the heat from his flesh warmed every inch of her.

“Don’t play too long,” came his warning to her.

A warning she ignored. She’d never played. Why not try now?

She kissed her way up his body. Morgan knew she should have felt hesitant, nervous, and moments before, she had. But now she just needed.

She licked his neck and felt the wild drumming of his pulse beneath her mouth. A vampire’s bite wasn’t like a wolf’s. There was no pain, there never was, not unless the vampire decided to play rough.

No pain, and, when done right…pleasure.

She real y wanted to do this right for him.

His hands trailed up her body. Such big hands, with rough fingertips and a gentle touch. His hands curled around her br**sts, and a moan slipped from her. His name.

Her ni**les were tight, and when his fingers pushed over the hungry peaks, she closed her eyes.

Her teeth pressed against his skin.

Her thighs shifted, spreading even more for him. She couldn’t ever remember being this aroused for another.

Not about duty. Not about the vampire nest.

Right then, it was just about a man and a woman.

“Take me in,” he whispered as his c**k pushed up between her legs. Her body resisted because the wolf was so big. The head of his c**k stretched her, but it didn’t hurt. It felt good, so good.

She pushed down, even as his hips thrust up, hard, harder . Morgan took him al in and her teeth sank deep into his neck. His blood flowed on her tongue, and his blood was as addictive as his kiss. She drank him in, drank—

Jace growled, and the room spun. No, he spun, pushing her beneath him while never taking that thick c**k from her body. And she didn’t take her teeth from his neck.

No, no, she wanted more of his blood.

More, Jace. More.

Images raced through her mind. A thousand flashes, like photos flying in a storm.

They hit her, rol ing through her mind as his memories became hers. Bonding.

She took more of his blood. Licked his throat.

He thrust deep. Harder. His fingers pushed between her legs. Found the center of her need and stroked her.

The images vanished. The only thing that remained—Jace.

Her mouth eased from his throat. She swiped her tongue over her lips. Stared up at him. His jaw was locked. His eyes glowed so brightly that it almost hurt to look into them. He’d obviously been waiting for her to look up, to see him.

“Now we finish,” he promised and drove deep into her.

Her legs wrapped around his hips. Her nails sank into his arms. She arched against him, pushing as hard as she could. He thrust inside, fil ing her, every inch so stretched and ful , and she loved it.

He withdrew, sliding nearly out of her eager sex, only to plunge back inside. Again.

Again.

The headboard slammed into the wal . The bed slats gave way with a groan, and the mattress tumbled onto the floor.

He kept thrusting. She held on. Wanted more blood. Wanted more of him. Pleasure had her sex clamping around him. The climax bore down on her, so close, so—

She bit him when she came.

He erupted inside of her, hot jets of se**n that fil ed her.

And he held her tight. So tight that she wondered if he’d ever let her go. Then she realized her hands were clamped around his shoulders. Her nails deep in his skin.

Holding Jace just as tightly…

Because she didn’t want to let him go.

***

Morgan dreamed of Jace’s life that day. The images flew through her mind, one after the other. A young Jace, had to be barely thirteen, running through the woods. Falling.

Shifting. Screaming.

Changing.

Older, he strode into a vampire bar. When two vampires leapt at him, he struck out with his claws.

Blood covered the floor.

There was more blood. Always more. He hunted. He kil ed. A perfect weapon.

There were women. They passed in a flurry. Beds. Sex.

Jace. Aging. Growing.

Stronger, deadlier.

Not enough laughter in his life. Just death and violence.

Then…

Me.

Morgan saw herself in his memories, in the days that she already struggled to remember. Standing in the sunshine that last time, feeling normal. Human. He’d watched her. Seen her cry. Not human tears, because then, she’d been beyond that.

Tears of blood. The sign that her change was at hand.

“Kill the bitch. Teach them that no vampire is beyond our reach.”

An image of the pack’s ex-alpha rol ed through her mind. “Do the job. Rip out her throat.”

Jace stalked toward her. She stood on her balcony, staring up at the night. His claws were out.