Contract Bound (Blood Bound, #1)

by Elle Mae

I didn’t realize how deeply she had invaded my entire being until this moment. I could remember every moan, every word, the way she felt against me, the way she reacted when I kissed her, the sound of her laugh, the way her blood tasted as it exploded over my taste buds. All of it was circling around me, making it almost impossible to tear her from me.

I let out a pained moan and leaned forward to rest my head in Silvia’s lap. I could hear her heart beat faster as she came to and the hitch in her breath as she realized I was back, and touching her. I expected her to push me off, yell at me for my earlier indiscretion. . . but instead she just threaded her hands through my hair. “Are you. . .” she paused as I wrapped my arms around her waist. “Okay?”

I couldn’t even bring myself to warn her, in fear that this—our last—moment together would be full of anger and panic.

“Do you really hate me?” I asked. “Right now, I mean. In this very moment.” She stilled, her hand stopping its motions. Please say yes, I begged. Please, please say yes. Please, give me the strength I need to complete this mission.

“I don’t think I ever did, Keir,” she said softly. “You may be annoying as hell, listen to no one but yourself, you can be selfish and unbearable. . . but I have never hated you. I guess. . . even in some moments. . . you could say I may have liked you.” No. Fuck.

“You shouldn’t have said that,” I growled against her and trailed my lips down to her neck. The urge to bite her was stronger than ever as she quickly pulled her shirt over her head and gave me access to her throat. I peppered kisses down her bare neck, fangs pulsating as the scent of her blood overwhelmed me. “It’s okay,” she whispered huskily. “You can take it.” I growled at her while undoing her bra.

“Just us,” I said against her skin. “No venom.” I kissed her collarbone. “No alcohol.” I placed a light kiss on her

I craved every moment of this so strongly that I knew for as long as I may live, I could not—would not—be able to choose anyone else.

This hunter, the one with the fiery soul and cold eyes, was the one who had changed everything for me.

If Silvia can’t count on her own Order. . . then I will have to figure something else out. She needs me and I swear that this time, I won’t let her down.

I had let myself dream of this moment once. The moment that Silvia would be a vampire. It was a silly thought, one that I knew would never come true given her hate of our kind.

But I did hope that she would change her mind so that I wouldn’t have to think about how fragile and short-lived humans were. I would be able to enjoy my time with her knowing that it would never end. I would be able to live with her in the way I wanted, love her in the way I wanted. Forever. She would be mine forever.

We are more than in trouble. We are completely fucked.