Robert by Sam Crescent Page A

the way into her collarbone. He would break her in two.
    “Let go, please,” she begged, the pain unbearable. The sounds in the kitchen were of his sucking and her whimpers.
    He was taking too much.
    It hurt.
    Little dots were playing in her vision. She was struggling to stay awake. Her body tensed.
    The pulling on her blood became too painful.
    Fading…fading…fading.

Chapter Seven

       
    Robert looked at the clock. William should be doing his bit to keep Katie safe. Now it was his turn. He drank down his shot of vodka. It would stem the fiery attraction coursing through his veins.
    Robert was amazed by her bravery. He admired her. She’d had to deal with so much, terrified, scared and alone, with no one to run to for comfort, or to ask what she should do. And now he was going to complete the final part of the blood bond.
    He needed to remember that Sophie was a virgin, and that in order for this to work she had to accept him into her mind and her body.
    He glanced at the clock again. No matter how many times he stared at it, it wouldn’t change what he had to do. It would be easier if he could be angry.
    But two women hadn’t understood the consequences of being afraid. All they had done was try to keep themselves safe.
    It wasn’t a coincidence that tonight had been the night the wolves had planned their attack. They still had time to change Katie to their side.
    Innocence was so over-rated. If Katie had gone out and slept around, it would have just been a direct hit tonight. A quick, clean kill. But because her precious virginity remained intact, they still had a chance to manipulate her. To turn her into a mongrel-witch. No matter how much he dwelt on it, it wouldn’t change the fact that Katie was innocent and at risk. He couldn’t help her now.
    But he could save Sophie—he just prayed he could protect her against the wrath of the Council as well. Sophie was his one and only priority. He would have to trust in William. He gulped down some of his aged brandy and turned to the door.
    He entered the bedroom to see she was already in bed. She lay facing the window. The full moon shone down, highlighting her perfect face.
    “You know, I’ve spent years thinking about this moment. Wondering if I would do it with my husband or with a friend or someone I loved.” As she spoke, her gaze never left the beauty of the full moon.
    “I’m sorry.” He didn’t know what else to say.
    She rolled over to look at him.
    “I’m pleased my first time is with you. I know we don’t know a lot about each other and I’ve caused you many problems but…well, I’m happy it’s with you.” Sophie got up out of the bed and moved towards him.
    She took his hands, bringing them up to her lips, and kissed them.
    “You’re my husband. Since we bonded, I’ve felt a part of you. For the past three years. After tonight, I don’t want to be parted from you again.” She kissed the inside of his wrist. “I know I’ve done wrong, but I did it thinking only of doing the right thing. I can’t be sorry, because I wouldn’t be here otherwise.” She laid his palm against her breast.
    He cupped her breasts, feeling the hard nipples pressing against his skin, her pale mounds filling his hands.
    With one hand still pressed to her breast, he used the other to take her chin. “Your words mean a great deal to me, Sophie Ford, and there is nowhere else I’d rather be.” He leant down and kissed her on the lips.
    She responded to him, curving her hands around his neck. The kiss was hot, appealing to both senses, touch and taste. Sophie squirmed to get closer. To feel the contact of skin to skin. His palm never left her breast. He stroked the turgid nipple with his thumb, causing her to cry out. She opened her mouth on a scream and he plundered it, taking full advantage of her vulnerable lips. He filled her with his tongue, tasting her, exploring her.
    He fisted his hand in her hair, holding her to him. Her nipples pulsed for more