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.She felt Ethan brush the hair that had swung into her face away as she’d dropped her head.He enveloped her in his arms again, his hands sliding around her waist, his chest coming in contact with her back.“Look at me?” he gently requested.Lifting her face and looking over her shoulder, she tightened the grip she had on herself.Fixing flirtatious blue eyes on hers, he whispered, “As I recall, you liked feeding from me.”“I still think it’s wrong that you liked that.I remember how much it hurt!” She couldn’t seem to escape the memory of having so many vampires sink their fangs into her skin all at once.It was worse than having multiple needles jammed into her flesh.it was actually more like nails.Fangs were not thin things.But having her skin punctured wasn’t the worst part of it.In her book, there was nothing worse than having your life-force sucked out of you.She couldn’t do that to Ethan again, even if he did say he liked it in some twisted way.And then what would happen to her? Wouldn’t Lucas be just as dangerous to her if she were a weak, starving vampire?His chin dropped onto her shoulder and his breath tickled her ear.“I know it hurt when they bit you, but it didn’t hurt me and I’ll never think it’s wrong.”Jerking out of his embrace again, she swung around.“You miss it!”“A little,” he admitted huskily, stalking her now, adjusting her position so she was nestled beneath him.When she tried to get away, he forced her flat on her back and pinned her to the mattress, his hands clasping her wrists.The smile curving his lips was slightly triumphant and more than a little wicked.With his eyes locked with hers his face lowered.Expelling a soft chuckle he playfully nipped at her chin with his teeth.“I felt close to you when you fed off me.Like I was able to give you a part of myself I never could any other way.”Of course she could easily throw him onto the floor for this, but as usual, she couldn’t bring herself to hurt him, even if she was frustrated with him at the moment.“I really need you to stop talking about that.” She needed him to stop talking about it in such a romantic way.It just wasn’t right.As she continued to pout, a cloud of deep unease shifted into his gaze, darkening his blue eyes.Ethan hung his head in what looked like defeat to her.His blond hair tumbled down over his forehead in a handsome mess of tousled shades of gold, glinting-yellow and light brown.After lifting his gaze again, his jaw tightened as he ground out, “I couldn’t bear it if he hurt you.”Danielle knew he was speaking of Lucas.She narrowed her eyes at him.“Didn’t you just say the guards would stop him?”“I did say that,” he replied sounding slightly awkward.“It’s just that, what if this gets worse? How am I to protect you then?”Her gaze narrowed even more.“So your plan is to turn back into vampires if things get worse?”A nervous laugh tumbled out of him.“It’s just a backup plan, nothing more.”“What are you not telling me?” She’d suspected he’d been hiding something with his guilt-ridden expression, and now, she knew it.He was keeping something from her.“Nothing.It’s nothing, really.” And with that he was on her, kissing her neck, drawing giggles out of her before he moved his mouth to her lips and expelled his breath into her.Inhaling it, she sank into the mattress, tension melting from her muscles like the butter she tasted on his tongue.No, it wasn’t the potent breath of a vampire but as always it swept her senses into a potion-drugged state of bliss.So bewitching—even though he was no longer cursed, again.The scoundrel had changed tactics and it was working.She couldn’t focus on much else besides the way his mouth moved over hers and the way his palms rode the length of her arms before tangling into her hair.With his fingers curling along her scalp he pulled gently, forcing her chin up, further deepening the kiss.Muffled shouts and guttural growls made Danielle pause, and made Ethan lift his head, curse and shoot a surprised look at the closed door.In a swift move, Ethan had moved from her, captured her under the arms and was hauling her to.where? If werewolves had breached their home and were coming up the stairs they had no escape.It sure sounded like they were as the nightmarish sounds drew closer.The door rattled as something slammed into it.The bang was followed by a grating noise, like claws raking the surface, shredding the wood.“What’s going on?” she asked while Ethan passed a frantic gaze over the room, probably looking for a weapon or escape.His blue eyes landed on his family heirloom, the sword hung as decoration above the painting of the ruins she’d done for him.Muttering, “I wish I knew,” along with a string of French words, which she figured were a volley of profanities, he made for the blade and lifted it from the decorative hooks it was nestled in.“Is it made of silver? Does that work on them?”“It’s steel,” he grumbled before adding with a deep frown, “I have no idea if it’ll damage them or not.” He grabbed her by the arm and pulled her close behind his back.The door exploded into millions of splinters.Diving for cover, Ethan’s hand connected with her back when he shoved her to the floor.As she landed roughly on her stomach and grunted in surprise and pain, she heard the sword clatter against the polished wood flooring when he landed next to her, shielding his head from debris as well.Danielle felt bits of sharp wood drag at the exposed skin of her legs and arms.Shoving the hair out of her face and tossing a look over her shoulder, she saw three werewolves trying fiercely to get past Merrick, Cedric and Casanova.Before she had any time to recover from the shock of it all, Ethan had picked up the sword, and hauled her upright again as he made for the window.He shoved it open, but in the next second he slammed it shut.She saw why as they backed toward the bed again.Pieces of wood dug into her bare feet with each painful step.Spinning away, they both dove onto the bed as a werewolf flew at the glass and crashed through it.Worse than hearing a car crash, the sound of breaking glass was followed by vicious snarls and shouts.Driven by a crazy need to see what was going on, Danielle lowered the hands she’d tossed over her face and craned another look over her shoulder.Even obscured by the hair that had fallen over her face, she could see the beast had landed, its knees bending with the impact before straightening, its spine uncurling as it rose upright.It shook like a dog trying to dry itself.Danielle threw an arm over her face again.Shards of glass showered the room like droplets of rock-solid water, clinking against anything hard it hit.Danielle felt a few pieces hit her, but it seemed they didn’t hit hard enough to do more damage than a few minor abrasions.Silence fell when the werewolf stilled and she rolled to her back, instinctively moving to the other side of the bed.Ethan scuttled along with her, but he kept the sword trained on the creature [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]