Rowena's Revenge (Broadus Supernatural Society) by Theresa Marguerite Hewitt Page B

amiss.
    I’ll hand it to her, Helen never screamed as we ravaged her
body, taking her innocence and leaving her bleeding as we laughed and
contemplated what to do next. She never cried out until the first touch of
Bronton’s sword brushed her bare flesh, and after that she never quieted. I had
to gag her with a piece of my cloak to make her shut up as the Elf skinned her.
I loved that cloak too.
    Helping Bronton thwart his brother’s plan to leave his
legacy behind gifted me an enormous amount of black magic powers, backed by the
power of the Elves, and over the centuries I have grown as a Warlock. It is
kind of ironic that I should run into Penton again and that the fire hearted
Rowena is his mate.
    I suppose the Fates never want him to be happy.
     
     

CHAPTER
FOUR:
     
     
    Rowena
     
    “You won’t be able to resist me,” the deep growl rolls over
my face as the pressure on my throat tightens, glowing orange eyes burning into
my face as I struggle. I don’t know why, but my flames are sputtering and
sparking, struggling to fight against this dark haired, face tattooed man as he
lifts me off the ground by my throat.
    “You’ll come to me. You’ll be mine,” he hisses into my face,
his scent bathing me in the feeling of evil and darkness. My snow leopard
hisses and tries to react by shifting through my skin, but the dark magic
forces her back down, her cries of anguish bringing tears to my eyes as his
fingers tighten again around my throat.
    “No,” I choke out, spitting in his face. I don’t know who he
thinks he is, but no one will own me; I am my own person. I kick at him,
the force of my movement forcing his grip to firm, and
I choke some more, the heat filling my face and the black creeping into my
vision.
    ‘Where are you, Blaine? Penton?’ I scream out in my head, coughing and kicking at this bastard again as the
light headiness from him choking me starts to set in. I muster all my reaming
strength, screaming out loud for real, the force of it making my throat raw as
the man before me scowls, shaking me, and my flames finally come to life.
    The heat shocks me and I’m startled awake, the dark of the
cab only lit by my fading fire as Blaine and Penton stir around me. My
breathing is heavy and the strong arms locked around me tighten, pulling me
into a hard and warm chest, so I loll my head back, resting it on a shoulder as
the scent of apricots swirls around me. My head is still buzzing from the
nightmare when a hand rests on my knee, and I open my eyes to see Blaine, his
face illuminated by the cars radio with his brows furrowed.
    “Kitten, are you okay?” he whispers, his voice husky from
the sleep I must have roused him from. His earthy scent hits me as my eyes
shift into their feline form, gathering the light to see him better. Oh hell ,
does he look yummy right now. A rush of desire finds me and I lean forward,
stopping so that my nose is only a breath away from his and I can tell I
shocked him, his eyes going wide as his nostrils flare.
    “No,” I breathe out, rubbing my nose along his lightly as a
purr rolls through my throat, causing Blaine’s eyes to flash the glowing hazel
of his wolf, showing me he can smell the desire that is thundering through me.
Hands on my waist make me mindful of the third person in the car, and I grind
down onto Penton’s lap, wiggling my hips and grinning when I hear him groan. I
grab the front ties of Blaine’s sweatshirt hood and pull his face to mine,
crashing our lips together as his wolf growls.
    I grip the material of his sweatshirt and yank him between
the drivers and passenger’s seat, falling back into Penton’s chest as Blaine’s
chest lands in my lap, our lips still connected and searching one another
ferociously. He shifts as I bite down on his bottom lip and I feel his knees
cage in my feet before he pulls away, his glowing eyes and heavy breathing
making my blood heat, and my core yearns for him, needing him. I lean back
against Penton’s