All Chapters of The Bride Wore Blood: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Another command that sense demands that I obey. But I shook my head, hair tumbling over my shoulders. My hands curled tightly around the arms of the chair. I couldn’t tell him to stop, not even if a herd of wild horses broke through the wall. Part of me was relieved that I had some will to refuse his request, even if it was entirely selfish reasons. The storm has stopped outside, and all I can hear is the crackling of the fire as it roars beside us, and my frantic breath, mingled with his. He holds my gaze, grey eyes mercurial and shifting in the light. He dips his head again, pressing his lips to my slit. I gasp, a small squeak escaping my lips. His grip intensifies on my legs, holding me in place as his mouth begins to move. It’s a strange sensation that grips me. It sparks in my core, my folds aching with need as he caresses them with his lips. I hold back my moan as the little shocks of lightning spread upwards through my body. Every place he touches, my thighs, the knees arou

The woman beside Thade looks sharply across our group. Her white blonde hair is pulled back in a plait that curves over the top of her head. She’s beautiful, and despite her armour looks more like a Princess than any of the noble ladies I’ve ever met before. Rune with her short hair and freckled features always looks ready to smile, or dive into a fight. This stranger looks ready to rule. ‘Lady Caen,’ she introduces herself with a smile that doesn’t reach her eyes. She glances at Thade and he meets her gaze. Something passing silently between them before she turns, ‘a pleasure,’ she calls and nudges her horse into a trot. Timian encourages his own horse to catch up with the blonde beauty and Rune falls into step beside me. I don’t have to look at her, to see her rolling her eyes at the lover who is so eager to chase another woman. Thade rides in the middle, and I can’t keep my own eyes off of him. We ride through the waking city, out through the gates and into the pastures beyond.

Thade’s POV She’s clearly nobility Thade. Lady Moira Caen’s voice is clear in my head. Resounding with all of her sharp judgement. We’re Pack, and able to communicate in silence. I grit my teeth, jaw clenched as I watch Lana vanish into the abandoned tower. Normally I’m grateful for the communication I share with my team, but today I want to shut Moira out. My entire focus is on the curvaceous woman who just vanished into the dark room. There were wolves around here, I look at Moira who stared back, refusing to back down. I shake my head, stern. She glares at me. I refuse to have this conversation with her. Not when I’m already fighting Kalik. My grip on the wolf is tenuous. I didn’t sleep. After tucking Lana into bed I lay beside her, watching the rise and fall of her breath as the hours passed. She was exhausted, and I was able to negotiate with Kalik. I will have her, but last night would have been wrong. I found a way to keep track of my temptress and join her investi

Thade called Moira and Rune into the tower whilst Tim waited outside with the recaught horses. He explained our belief that Lady Thorne was still alive. Moira stood still, watching him with visible anger on her face. Her brow narrowed, lips pressed tightly together in a thin white line. Her arms folded firmly across her chest as Thade motioned to the door.‘Are you sure this is wise?’ Her question was a snap across the room and Thade glanced at her. Another unspoken communication passed between them before she shook her head in disgust and slammed out of the tower and into the rain beyond. The cold air hit me outside but it was Rune who threw my cloak at me before mounting up. I pulled it over my shoulders, grimacing as the rain continued pelting me in the face. Climbing into the saddle I checked my bags were secured closed so that whatever I’d managed to grab in the morning wouldn’t get soaked.We rode out, Thade explaining that Moira was an expert tracker and had discovered a lead

He moves quickly, cupping my face between his hands. His thumbs stroked my jawline, fingers splayed down the back of my neck. His grey eyes shift, as though the rain clouds are echoed in them as he stares at him, his breath ragged.‘Lana, if we start something tonight, I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.’ He bows his forehead against mine and I close my eyes, our breath intermingled. All my discomfort forgotten as I’m wrapped up in the scent of him. Horse and woodsmoke, and undertone of sweat that drives me crazy. Desire washes over me, more certainly than the water from the river. ‘Then don’t stop,’ I reach up, holding my hands over his. I’m not stupid, I know what he means, he’ll take my innocence; and what shocks me the most is how little I care.He gives a slight shake of his head, his hair brushing my forehead, tickling as heat spreads through my body, staring in my core. Warming me, despite the stupid soaking clothes and the exhaustion that I felt in my bones. ‘You deserve a