Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) by Julianne Reyer
Authors: Julianne Reyer
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with a lopsided grin. "You know I could do this all night." He emphasized his words with a loud whack. "And I'll bet he deserves it." Another hard slap.
Amber clapped her hand over her mouth. Heat rose in her cheeks; fresh tingles rolled through her body. She didn't want to laugh at Austin's expense, but Scott had a presence that she couldn't resist. He was self-assured, with just the right level of menace to be unbearably sexy, and despite what he was doing to Austin, his eyes kept drifting to her.
He knew full well that it was turning her on.
"Little problem though." Scott's hand smacked Austin's bare skin. "I doubt he'll have any bruises to show for it."
Austin gave a slight shake of his blond hair.
"Do vampires even feel pain?"
"Yes." Austin cleared his throat finally. "We do."
"Good," Scott snarled and spanked him again.
Then Austin pushed away from the wall, squirming his ass against Scott's crotch, his back to Scott's chest. Momentary bewilderment flashed on Scott's face, like he hadn't expected to find the vampire in his arms quite so quickly.
"The thing about pain…" Austin said in a low voice, grinding against Scott. "Although we feel it, it's warped, like the signals are crossed. Mixed up with pleasure."
"I don't think that's exclusive to vampires." Scott's hands settled on Austin's sides, lifting his shirt.
Amber sighed and settled her hands in her lap, one thumb lightly tracking along the crease of her crotch. She didn't doubt the weight of his words, or the quagmire of conflicting desires behind them. But to her, the meaning was unfamiliar. After all, in her world, pain was just pain, and pleasure just pleasure. The assertion that they could be one in the same was both strange and alluring.
But before she could examine that idea much further, Scott finished pulling Austin's shirt off—then a harsh cry left his mouth.
With lightning speed, Scott jumped back and crouched, rage contorting his face. "What the fuck is that?"
Austin straightened and blinked, looking down at his bare chest. The silver chain and carved onyx amulet stood out in stark relief against his pale skin. He looked back at Scott with a curious, apologetic expression.
"Sorry, I forgot about that."
"The hell you forgot," Scott spat. "That's fucking silver."
The tremor of fear in his voice wouldn't have been noticeable if Amber hadn't already been so focused on him. But it was there, the unwelcome guest, the wild animal, settling in the depths of his black eyes.
"It won't hurt you," Amber said with a reassuring smile.
Scott's brow knotted; his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I know firsthand that you're wrong."
"Relax. It's bonded to my essence." Austin stepped out of his shoes and slid his pants all the way off. He opened his arms wide, standing naked between them. "It'll only affect you if you try to take it off."
"Magic," Scott sneered. "That makes it worse."
The fear flared again, sharper. Blood, fumes, dense musky earth. His scent, but reeking of horror, dread, unfocused panic, with the urge to flee churning under the surface.
She'd only met him less than a day ago, and yet she knew with absolute certainty that this wasn't him. It was his beast, snarling and snapping at the edge of his thorny aura.
"Scott," Amber said softly. "This is his cross to bear, not ours."
She stood and stepped close to Austin, reaching out to touch his bare chest. The amulet was warm, as if swollen with its own fire, but it didn't burn her. She cupped it in one hand, lifting it like an offering up to Scott's wary gaze. With a beckoning gesture, she extended her other hand out to him.
Austin remained silent as he watched with his arms at his sides and an amused smile playing on his lips.
"It'll be okay." She cocked her head. "Don't you trust me?"
Scott's nostrils flared, and his eyes closed for a moment. But when he opened them again, it was as if he'd won a war with himself. Rolling his neck and shoulders, he rose to his feet with renewed
Amber clapped her hand over her mouth. Heat rose in her cheeks; fresh tingles rolled through her body. She didn't want to laugh at Austin's expense, but Scott had a presence that she couldn't resist. He was self-assured, with just the right level of menace to be unbearably sexy, and despite what he was doing to Austin, his eyes kept drifting to her.
He knew full well that it was turning her on.
"Little problem though." Scott's hand smacked Austin's bare skin. "I doubt he'll have any bruises to show for it."
Austin gave a slight shake of his blond hair.
"Do vampires even feel pain?"
"Yes." Austin cleared his throat finally. "We do."
"Good," Scott snarled and spanked him again.
Then Austin pushed away from the wall, squirming his ass against Scott's crotch, his back to Scott's chest. Momentary bewilderment flashed on Scott's face, like he hadn't expected to find the vampire in his arms quite so quickly.
"The thing about pain…" Austin said in a low voice, grinding against Scott. "Although we feel it, it's warped, like the signals are crossed. Mixed up with pleasure."
"I don't think that's exclusive to vampires." Scott's hands settled on Austin's sides, lifting his shirt.
Amber sighed and settled her hands in her lap, one thumb lightly tracking along the crease of her crotch. She didn't doubt the weight of his words, or the quagmire of conflicting desires behind them. But to her, the meaning was unfamiliar. After all, in her world, pain was just pain, and pleasure just pleasure. The assertion that they could be one in the same was both strange and alluring.
But before she could examine that idea much further, Scott finished pulling Austin's shirt off—then a harsh cry left his mouth.
With lightning speed, Scott jumped back and crouched, rage contorting his face. "What the fuck is that?"
Austin straightened and blinked, looking down at his bare chest. The silver chain and carved onyx amulet stood out in stark relief against his pale skin. He looked back at Scott with a curious, apologetic expression.
"Sorry, I forgot about that."
"The hell you forgot," Scott spat. "That's fucking silver."
The tremor of fear in his voice wouldn't have been noticeable if Amber hadn't already been so focused on him. But it was there, the unwelcome guest, the wild animal, settling in the depths of his black eyes.
"It won't hurt you," Amber said with a reassuring smile.
Scott's brow knotted; his eyes narrowed suspiciously. "I know firsthand that you're wrong."
"Relax. It's bonded to my essence." Austin stepped out of his shoes and slid his pants all the way off. He opened his arms wide, standing naked between them. "It'll only affect you if you try to take it off."
"Magic," Scott sneered. "That makes it worse."
The fear flared again, sharper. Blood, fumes, dense musky earth. His scent, but reeking of horror, dread, unfocused panic, with the urge to flee churning under the surface.
She'd only met him less than a day ago, and yet she knew with absolute certainty that this wasn't him. It was his beast, snarling and snapping at the edge of his thorny aura.
"Scott," Amber said softly. "This is his cross to bear, not ours."
She stood and stepped close to Austin, reaching out to touch his bare chest. The amulet was warm, as if swollen with its own fire, but it didn't burn her. She cupped it in one hand, lifting it like an offering up to Scott's wary gaze. With a beckoning gesture, she extended her other hand out to him.
Austin remained silent as he watched with his arms at his sides and an amused smile playing on his lips.
"It'll be okay." She cocked her head. "Don't you trust me?"
Scott's nostrils flared, and his eyes closed for a moment. But when he opened them again, it was as if he'd won a war with himself. Rolling his neck and shoulders, he rose to his feet with renewed
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