skull. With his bare hands. Geez . She figured he was fighting as a man because the lack of food had cost him some energy. But apparently he wasn’t lacking in strength. And Reed thought he wasn’t Alpha enough. He was plenty for her. And then some.
His slender, lithe body packed heat and strength. Lickable.
And enough of that.
She sent another wave of earth towards a group of wolves. With a flick of her wrist, she buried another wolf and it yelped in pain. She balled her hand into a fist and grabbed a large rock with her powers and hurled it at another wolf, leaving it in a furry mass on the dirt floor. With another movement of her arms, a mound of soil fell on two more wolves. They yelped a bit louder than before. Apparently the sexual tension from her and the men increased the force of her magic. Interesting.
More wolves came from every direction. She concentrated and used the roots of the trees around her to trip them up by reaching out and grabbing their paws and tails. But she could only use a few trees. She wasn’t strong enough to do more than that. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Josh throw his empty gun to the ground as a wolf jumped on him. He pivoted, took out another blade and stabbed his opponent in the flank.
She pulled deep within for more power, knowing she would need rest and food once they made it out of here. If they made it out of here.
Over her other shoulder, she saw that Reed continued to fight, though blood seeped out of various nicks and claw marks. He growled before pulling the fur of another wolf to use for leverage as he broke its neck. The crack barely made a sound over the loud, vicious sounds of the battle at hand. Blood and fur littered the ground in an abstract pattern, mingling with the soils and snow.
Both men’s backs were turned from her, and her attention lay on the two wolves coming for her. She braced herself for their attack, arms ready to pull at her magic to bury them in earth. Her concentration was focused on them so intensely she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late.
A hand gripped her hair and pulled her backwards. The wolves that crouched in front of her turned their backs, shielding her from Josh and Reed. The man that held her turned her toward him.
Caym.
The demon.
He fisted one hand in her curls, and the other came to stroke her face.
Shudders racked her body, and fear took hold. This was it. She’d die by his hand. If she were lucky. Bile rose in her throat at the thought of what else he could do.
“Hannah!” Reed shouted behind her, trying to reach her. But then he grunted, and she could only guess something had stopped him.
She looked into the demon’s dark, fathomless eyes.
Pure evil. But not callous like Corbin. Who was the true master? And why did she care?
“Get your hands off of her.” Josh’s fist connected with the demon’s face, forcing Caym’s head to snap back.
The demon laughed.
He laughed. What kind of evil was he?
Caym stopped stroking her face then shot out his arm in a blink of an eye to grab Josh’s.
No.
Josh struggled to get free, but the demon smiled and bit into the meaty part of Josh’s forearm.
Dear goddess.
Hannah screamed, but Josh didn’t. He looked at the demon then punched him square in the face, before ripping his arm from the demon’s sharpened teeth. Caym gave an odd smile then, after, letting Hannah drop to the ground, walked away.
They reached for each other, and Josh helped Hannah to her feet. She bent down, tearing a piece of fabric off her skirt to try and stop the bleeding. Jagged tears surrounded the bite. Blood flowed freely down his arm, and tears filled Hannah’s eyes. The wound looked horrible. And what did a demon bite do? Did it turn him into one? Would it infect him and make him sick? Or kill him? Shudders slid down her spine.
Oh goddess.
Hannah looked up
His slender, lithe body packed heat and strength. Lickable.
And enough of that.
She sent another wave of earth towards a group of wolves. With a flick of her wrist, she buried another wolf and it yelped in pain. She balled her hand into a fist and grabbed a large rock with her powers and hurled it at another wolf, leaving it in a furry mass on the dirt floor. With another movement of her arms, a mound of soil fell on two more wolves. They yelped a bit louder than before. Apparently the sexual tension from her and the men increased the force of her magic. Interesting.
More wolves came from every direction. She concentrated and used the roots of the trees around her to trip them up by reaching out and grabbing their paws and tails. But she could only use a few trees. She wasn’t strong enough to do more than that. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Josh throw his empty gun to the ground as a wolf jumped on him. He pivoted, took out another blade and stabbed his opponent in the flank.
She pulled deep within for more power, knowing she would need rest and food once they made it out of here. If they made it out of here.
Over her other shoulder, she saw that Reed continued to fight, though blood seeped out of various nicks and claw marks. He growled before pulling the fur of another wolf to use for leverage as he broke its neck. The crack barely made a sound over the loud, vicious sounds of the battle at hand. Blood and fur littered the ground in an abstract pattern, mingling with the soils and snow.
Both men’s backs were turned from her, and her attention lay on the two wolves coming for her. She braced herself for their attack, arms ready to pull at her magic to bury them in earth. Her concentration was focused on them so intensely she didn’t hear the footsteps behind her until it was too late.
A hand gripped her hair and pulled her backwards. The wolves that crouched in front of her turned their backs, shielding her from Josh and Reed. The man that held her turned her toward him.
Caym.
The demon.
He fisted one hand in her curls, and the other came to stroke her face.
Shudders racked her body, and fear took hold. This was it. She’d die by his hand. If she were lucky. Bile rose in her throat at the thought of what else he could do.
“Hannah!” Reed shouted behind her, trying to reach her. But then he grunted, and she could only guess something had stopped him.
She looked into the demon’s dark, fathomless eyes.
Pure evil. But not callous like Corbin. Who was the true master? And why did she care?
“Get your hands off of her.” Josh’s fist connected with the demon’s face, forcing Caym’s head to snap back.
The demon laughed.
He laughed. What kind of evil was he?
Caym stopped stroking her face then shot out his arm in a blink of an eye to grab Josh’s.
No.
Josh struggled to get free, but the demon smiled and bit into the meaty part of Josh’s forearm.
Dear goddess.
Hannah screamed, but Josh didn’t. He looked at the demon then punched him square in the face, before ripping his arm from the demon’s sharpened teeth. Caym gave an odd smile then, after, letting Hannah drop to the ground, walked away.
They reached for each other, and Josh helped Hannah to her feet. She bent down, tearing a piece of fabric off her skirt to try and stop the bleeding. Jagged tears surrounded the bite. Blood flowed freely down his arm, and tears filled Hannah’s eyes. The wound looked horrible. And what did a demon bite do? Did it turn him into one? Would it infect him and make him sick? Or kill him? Shudders slid down her spine.
Oh goddess.
Hannah looked up
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