Bound in Darkness by Cynthia Eden Page B

I’ll be close.”
    “Not too close,” Cade warned him, the power of the wolf rolling in his voice. “I’d hate to behead you…on accident.”
    The vampire nodded at the warning, but his eyes were on Allison when he said, “Despite what you may think, we’re not all evil.  I can help you.”
    Cade’s back teeth clenched.
    Crawford laughed. “I said help , wolf, not screw. I’m really not that eager to feel your claws at my throat again.” 
    Cade lowered his head close to Allison’s cheek.  The scent of roses filled his nostrils and soothed the beast within.
    Before her, he would never have stood there, talking to the male vampire. Slashing and fighting? Hell, yes.  
    But now…
    Crawford backed away. 
    Perhaps there could be more between vampires and werewolves. Maybe it didn’t have to just be about centuries of fury and rage and pain.
    Allison looked up at him.
    Maybe, just maybe, it could be about something so much better.
    ***
    Allison gazed into Cade’s eyes as he thrust deep into her. A moan slipped from her even as her hands flattened on his chest.
    She was above him, both her knees digging into the mattress on either side of his body.
    She’d healed. They’d survived.
    No more running. No more fear.
    Just…
    His cock slid along her sensitive flesh.
    Pleasure.
    His hands were on her hips. Holding her tight. Lifting her up, down, and she moved with him. Not too fast. Not too hard.
    This wasn’t like the times before. The wild fury was gone.
    Oh, the lust was still there, burning as hot as before but…
    Allison leaned forward and kissed him.  Her lips, open, eager, feathered over his. Her tongue pushed into his mouth.
    He growled, and she knew that he liked her taste, but he didn’t thrust harder. Just kept up that perfect driving pace. Smooth, slow, so deep.
    When the climax hit her, the release sent a wave of pleasure rolling through her whole body.  Cade came with her, surging deep into her core.
    And he held her close.
    Just as she held him. 
    Her head lowered to his chest. Her ear pressed against him, and his heart raced so quickly, almost shaking her with its strength.
    “It’s over,” she whispered.
    His heartbeat jumped.  Then he stiffened. “What?” His hands caught her shoulders, and he lifted her up. “You’re…going with the vampires? Allison, you don’t have to, I—”
    She shook her head. The flash of pure panic in his eyes made her feel braver. “I meant that we didn’t have to worry about Elsa anymore.” Though the witch’s final moments would haunt her dreams—nightmares—for months to come.  Dammit, Elsa should never have looked into that mirror.  There were some things that folks weren’t meant to know.
    If Elsa had never glanced in that mirror, would the witch have ever come after her?  Would their paths have ever even crossed?
    Or, just by looking into that dark glass, had Elsa started the whole chain of events that had led to her own death?
    Don’t think about her. Not now.
    Allison’s fingers trailed over Cade’s muscled chest.  He was still inside her, growing bigger and stronger by the moment, and this— he —was what she wanted.
    “I know…things won’t be easy.” She’d managed to take his blood without a problem, but the thought of drinking from anyone else had her shuddering.  Adjusting to vamp life wouldn’t be a quick, over-night process.
    No more real food? No chocolate?  No drinks?
    Only blood.
    Her breath sighed out. “Maybe being with me, the way I am now,” not human, not anymore, “ that might not be what you want.” No kids. No white picket fence.
    “You’re exactly what I want.”
    Oh, that sounded so good.  Her lips started to curl. “And you’re the only man I want.”  Through blood and death, darkness and fire—just him.
    His hand lifted and threaded through her dark hair. “We’ll take it as slow as you want. We’ve got nothing but time.”
    Not death. 
    She nodded and for the first time in weeks, her