LOGINThey wasted hours driving through the city limits of Mystic Falls. None of them caught the scent of any witches. Later, they parked their bikes near the woods by Camille's house and shifted deeper into the forest. It was a risk to do this during the day, but they encountered no one—not humans or witches.Later that day, Maddox returned to pack grounds, frustrated. The only thing that lightened his mood was the aroma drifting from his cabin.“Hungry.”Is that lamb chops?He quickened his pace. When he arrived at his doorless cabin, he bumped into Derrick leaving. Surely he knew he had been heading that way. He had to have heard him.A silly smirk covered his face. “She is awesome.”Maddox sniffed Camille all over him and sneered. He raised his hands. “We were dancing. Nothing else.”“Dancing?” Fangs sprouted from his gums.“I gave her some dragon punch.”“Why the hell would you do that? We don’t know what it does to humans.”“When we finished cleaning up, she decided to cook your dinn
“You truly believe that I will live as long as you if we mate.”Maddox didn’t like the if in that question. “Our bond would link us to each other. Our hearts would beat together. If you tested our blood, it would be the same type. That’s how much we both would change. Our souls would forever be woven together.”Camille stared at him as if he had lost his mind.“Fuck!”Would you relax? She needs time to understand.Camille returned to the ancient paper. “What is this talking about?”“From what I browsed, it’s telling the story of how vampires were made.”She leaned her head to the side and read, “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold.”“Those are the two witches who fell in love. They were dark and evil.”“One was bronze and the other gold?” She asked.“It’s a figure of speech. For a human, one was white and the other black.”“Oh.” She grinned. “This is an interracial romance.”Maddox chuckled. “That’s one way to look
“Stay behind me, please.” Maddox moved her to the back and turned around with fisted hands.“Finn, I don’t want to kill you, but I will. Is that what you want, brother?”An exasperated breath escaped Finn's mouth as he stopped in front of Maddox. And then Finn surprised her. He lowered onto one knee and bowed his head. “I better find my mate, Mads.”Letting out a long breath, Maddox relaxed his fingers, kneeled, and pressed his forehead against Finn’s. “You will find your mate. If I have to search this planet for her myself, I will do it. Trust me.” Finn’s voice went low. “When?”“After we deal with this coven this week, we’ll talk mating rules.”Finn moved his face away and looked him in the eye. “And no ban on humans?”Maddox shrugged. “Clearly not.”Finn still didn’t look pleased. “And what if your Camille was supposed to be mine?”“She’s not. Do you know how I know?” “How?”“You wouldn’t have given up so easily.” Maddox rose from the ground. “When another person comes for your m
He slipped his fingers along the neckline of Camille's robe, tracing the curve of her cleavage peeking out. Slowly, he opened the robe and moved it away.Groaning, he kissed the swell of one breast and then the other. She trembled in pure pleasure, loving his touch. “We belong together.”She couldn’t deny him. Even though her mind didn’t understand, her body did. And surely, she could’ve easily pulled away if she wanted to, but she didn’t. Camille longed for his tongue. She had dreamed about his tongue on her pussy and wanted to feel it in real life. He whispered, “What do you want, baby?”She was nervous about saying it, but she pushed the words out. “Lick my pussy like you did in our dream.”A deep growl escaped his lips as he buried his face within her soft, full mounds. Suddenly, her gown was annoying and barring. And surely, he felt the same way as she yanked it down, stretching the fabric and exposing her breasts. He pulled the top of her gown down hard, ripping it a little a
Camille's body buzzed with energy.“Do you believe me, Camille?”She whispered, “Yes.”He let go of her hand. “So, go ahead. Ask me anything.”She picked up her fork and cut a piece of her egg. “What’s going on with my body?”“When we touch, the sensation between us gets stronger.” Maddox cut off some steak. “I asked Jake about this.”“And what did he say?”“What we are experiencing, it’s all symptoms of us being mates—two people who are supposed to be together. The feeling continues to rise, getting more intense and mind-numbing, until. . .”“Until what?” “We unite.”“Which is what? A wedding? Sex?”“The idea of a wedding or even sex is different for fatals. When we mate, it will be a declaration of forever. The sex seals the moment. It will bind us together always.” He paused as if giving her time to understand it all. “This is bigger than what fatals think of as marriage. There is no divorce. The only way the mating bond ends is if one of us dies.”Camille tensed, not even wantin
That dream was insane.Camille wiped the sweat off her forehead.Did Maddox dream with her again?Savory smells drifted into the bedroom. A conversation filled the space. Maddox talked to another man. It didn’t sound like Finn. That must be Aidan. She rose from bed and eavesdropped.Aidan laughed. “I love what you’ve done with the place. Is this for me?”Maddox didn’t sound like he found the joke funny. “What do you want?”“I wanted to show you this.”Half a minute passed.Maddox spoke, “What is it?”“A poem. I think. Or maybe it is a song. Open it,” Aidan said. “Perhaps it means nothing.”“If you found it in the witch’s pocket, then it means something. I’ve never known one to carry poems around. They’re usually chants, spells, or something else. For witches, words are power and spoken exactly right. Anything can happen.”The sound of paper unfolding came next.Yawning, she stretched her arms and then checked her phone. The screen showed ten missed calls from Sally. Dang it. She wo







