“I killed his father while I was pregnant. I don’t fuck around.” Her nail nearly jabs between my eyes. “I shot him right there.”
Just as she had held her pistol on me.
Oddly, her passionate admission makes me admire her.
She’s fearless.
Curiosity gets the better of me. “Is he more man or beast?”
A tiny muscle under her lip twitches. “He’s a man. More than I can say about you.”
“Careful,” I murmur, pushing to my feet. “I’ll just keep eating your limbs off, remember?”
She furrows her brow into a scowl. “Deal or not? We work together, or I make your life hell?”
“We did work well together to escape that prison.” I let my lips pull back into a toothy grin, then lean close enough my whiskers tickle her neck. “You know I’ll still have to mark you.”
Her pulse intensifies, a rapid flutter that pounds the beat of her response before she makes it. “Yes.”
“Where is your son?” I just want a taste of the sweat that clings to her. One slow lick over the delicate bone of her collar to leave a pink line in the flesh from my rough tongue.
“Somewhere in Oregon. Washington.” Her voice stammers as her chin raises, exposing more of her tender throat.
“That’s a long way.” I won’t admit that’s the direction I need to go as well. “How will we find him? He could be in any of those towns.”
“He won’t be in a town,” she says firmly. “He won’t be around—”
Another howl interrupts her, this time much nearer.
The acrid scent of fear begins to ooze from her. Not of me, but this new threat drawing on us.
I won’t trust another beast near her until she’s truly mine.
“Climb on my back. We have a long way to go.” I’ll be able to run much faster now that I don’t have to worry about her trying to get away.
When her thighs wrap my waist and her fingers knot in my thick fur, it feels…different.
I’m not forcing her. She’s choosing to go with me.
Chapter 11 - Hudson
Fuck he’s fast.
We had to abandon our Jeep a few miles back, but then Ash and I settle into a ground-eating jog.
It seems like as the years go by, there’s less roads that are navigable.
Fortunately with my healing ability, I rarely get tired as long as I have enough food to replenish myself.
Ash, on the other hand, starts to struggle after a while.
I’m pretty close to offering him a break when I catch the pungent scent of blood.
There’s been a few droplets that have kept me on the trail, yet nothing like the heavy saturation in the air ahead of us.
Slowing down in a small clearing, I start to stalk the debris to see if I can figure out what happened.
Did he kill her?
