Bound By Blood

Chapter 4

Blood flowed into her mouth, hot and rich, and she drank greedily. The blood brought memories. His memories. Not of death and hel this time, but of a wild run through the woods. The thrill of the chase.

I’m hunting.

Morgan’s eyes cracked open. She wondered why she hurt. Every part of her body burned and ached and—

Oh, yes, she burned because she’d been on fire.

Jace pul ed his wrist away from her mouth. “Don’t ever do that to me again, got it?”

She was on the ground. No, not on the ground, but sitting on Jace’s lap. His blood was already sliding through her veins, healing her even in sunlight. She wasn’t naked anymore. Because she’d had to run through that fire naked. She’d woken in his room only because the fire licked at her skin. She’d leapt through the flames even as she screamed his name.

Now she wore his shirt. It smelled of smoke and him. And her teeth were still sharp, and she was pissed.

In a flash, she twisted around and pinned him against the ground. “What did you do?”

His twisted grin flashed. “Glad you’re feeling better.”

She felt rather like burned shit right then. “You tried to kill me.” The bastard had left her to the flames.

That wiped the grin right off his face. “The hell I did.”

But he hadn’t been there. “You left me when you knew I was weak.” Her hands dug into his wrists. She was aware of the other wolf shifter walking cautiously around her. Smart wolf, he wasn’t coming too close, not yet. “You set me on fire.”

The Council had been right. She should have known better than to trust the alpha. Not even married a full day and he was already trying to kill her. Her teeth snapped together as she glared down at him. She’d actual y started to trust the wolf. How stupid was she?

“I saved you,” he threw at her and—and he wasn’t fighting her. He was just staring at her, eyes too bright, and…bleeding. Cuts and blisters covered his skin. Blisters, as if he’d been in the fire.

Her head snapped up. An ugly green pickup blocked her view of the house, but she could hear the crackle of the flames and the stench of the smoke burned her nose.

“I was out here with Louis when the fire started.” Jace’s voice hummed with quiet fury.

“Then I fucking raced in for you.”

He’d…gone in there for her?

“I thought you were dead.” So much rage underscored his words. “So I made you drink. I knew my blood could help heal you.”

Not dead. But close.

She gazed at him. Her thighs hugged his hips just as they had last night. The memories were there, between them both.

“Uh, I hate to interrupt this would-be make-out scene…” The other wolf mumbled as he ran a hand over his face. “But I think we got us a real big problem.” Tension had tightened the faint lines on his handsome face.

Morgan rose slowly. Her knees wanted to wobble but she forced herself to stand. A quick glance showed the blisters on her arms were almost gone.

Such powerful blood.

Jace rose and towered over her. He glanced back at his house, and she saw the muscle flex in his jaw. “Some asshole is going to pay.” He pointed at the blond wolf. “Louis, get the pack.” Then he was gone. Running back toward the fire. No, really, just… no.