SHE BELONGS TO MY ENEMY. I WON’T STOP UNTIL SHE’S MINE.
I’m the ultimate predator. I live by a code. Hunt or be hunted. Kill or be killed.
Then I meet her. The second I catch her scent, I know she was meant for me. She was born to wear my mark and I was born to protect her.
She belonged to my enemy until I took her. He wants her back. He’ll wage war to get her, but no one’s taking her from me.
She’s mine, and I’m not letting her go.
The vampire isn’t here. He probably sleeps elsewhere. Unless I want to catch him partying or fully awake, this is a dead end. Not that I expected it to be this easy.
Beside the fridge is a bag of dog food. An expensive type--real wild caught meat or something. I take a moment and tune into the scent below the cold stone smell of the vampire. That’s when I catch the familiar musk.
Dog. Or something close. Not wolf.
Skin prickling, I head to the tiled pantry. In the corner a colorful Mexican blanket covers a large structure. A cage.
The monster bear in my chests starts to rumble. Not a growl, but a low soothing sound.
I flip up the serape and there’s my little fox. Crumpled, still in human form. Naked but for the white collar. She’s shivering.
My bear rumbles louder.
I open the cage. She winces at the loud metal scrape, her eyes squeezing shut her body contracting into the smallest point possible. There are still a few marks on her pale skin, though most have faded. Thank fuck she’s a shifter not a human. The dom really worked her over for her to still be healing.
And then he left her in a cage. My body shakes with my bear’s grumbling. I rip off the blanket and cover her with it.
“Master?” she asks in the softest whisper. Her quavering voice touches me light as fingers. Fuck, I’m hard.
“I’m not your master,” I answer her gruffly. I’m so pissed, my bear is ready to burst from my skin and tear down this mansion room by room. What kind of asshole leaves his sub to go through sub drop alone? Not just alone, but trembling in a cage? With nothing but dog food to feed her?
“Come here,” I order. She responds instantly, shifting closer.
“Closer,” I encourage before I can think about what I’m doing. “Come to me. All the way, Kit. Out of the cage.”
Eyes still closed, she crawls out of the cage, straight into my arms. “That’s it.” I automatically cradle her close. As soon as her small body tucks against my chest my bear’s angry commentary quiets into a low bass note. He’s purring. I didn’t know he could do that.
The woman rubs her face against my t-shirt, burrowing. Still on autopilot, I rest a palm on her head, guiding her to settle.
With a sigh, the little submissive relaxes.
“Good girl,” I murmur. The words are right there on the tip of my tongue. I’ve watched enough scenes at the club to know what to say, but I spoke them easily, without thinking. Her breathing slows, her mouth grows lax. Her eyes are still closed, so I don’t know the exact moment she falls asleep.
All I know is I’m standing inside a mansion I broke into, my arms full of a vampire’s pet, and I can’t let go. For the first time in a long time, my bear has found someone to hold.
Renee Rose
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes kinky BDSM novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews' Best Sci-fi, Paranormal, Historical, Erotic, Ageplay and favorite couple and author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in multiple categories in the U.S. and U.K., is often found on the list of Amazon's Top Author list. She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams.
Lee Savino
Lee Savino has grandiose goals but most days can’t find her wallet or her keys so she just stays at home and writes. While she was studying creative writing at Hollins University, her first manuscript won the Hollins Fiction Prize.
She lives in Richmond, Va with her awesome family> You can find her on Facebook in the Goddess Group (which you totally should join).
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