Silverbow (22 page)

“Why fight it, D?” My eyes had been searching the room wildly for some clue as to who my attacker was but the second he called me “D”, I knew who it was.

“Let me go, Murphy,” I ordered and stopped kicking my legs. My nails dug deep into the flesh of his forearm and he growled deeply in my ear. The rumble in his chest against my back made my knees give way as I suddenly felt my sex tighten with extreme pain. I cried out and he chuckled.

“You don’t really want me to do that. Plus, I can’t,” he spoke quietly in my ear. I could suddenly feel a hand start at the back side of my bare thigh and trail up the short skirt I was wearing. His touch made my eyes flutter shut as his fingers slid between my thighs and found my wetness. The addict within me began to wake up all over again. I exhaled deeply and managed to turn my head just enough to get a mouthful of his arm. I bit down hard and blood smeared my cheek as he pulled his arm away from my neck and I fell hard against the floor.

“I don’t want to be bound to you…not to anyone,” I informed him as I picked myself up, collected my gun and turned to face him. He stood before me with smoldering grey eyes, his bottom lip caught between his razor sharp teeth and his jet black hair slicked back. A tight black shirt struggled to stretch over his huge shoulders and black Dickies hung just right over his black boots. He slowly lifted his hand and offered it to me. I was several feet away and I didn’t know what he really wanted.

The pain tightening between my thighs told me I wanted him. Suddenly my heart was in my throat and tears blurred my vision. I began to growl as desire and hate boiled within me. This man turned me into a monster and left me to die in the middle of the desert. He raped my world and destroyed my life as I knew it. And I still wanted him.

“Fuck you, Murphy,” I choked and he shook his head. The look in his eyes was shocking. He almost looked sad. “What do you want with me?”

“I want you,” he spoke firmly. He took two steps towards me and I managed to stumble back one. I pressed my gun to my outer thigh as I tried my best not to aim it at him and pull the trigger. I hoped he would just go away and leave me be but another part of me wanted him to just take me now. I watched as his hands slowly began to loosen the black leather belt at his waist. With a slick whisper, he pulled it from his pants and pulled it tight between his hands.

Suddenly my gun was level with his face and he sneered. Just as I found the guts to pull the trigger something whistled so loud I felt like my head was going to explode. My hands went to my ears and before I could move, he was on me. Steam filled the room and I growled as my back hit a hot pipe and my arms were violently yanked above my head. My gun hit the ground again and with a quick jolt I was lifted off the ground.

Hanging by my wrists from a thick rusted pipe and his belt, I swung as I kicked my feet trying to find something to support myself on. He appeared in front of me and I tried to kick him but he caught my leg and then gathered the other. As he pulled himself against me between my legs and held me with his strong arms, my shoulders were relieved of my swinging weight. I had no defense against him now; my hands bound, my legs forced around him and my gun lost on the wet floor.

“Tell me you don’t want me,” he said as his cheek grazed mine and he nipped at my ear lobe. I took a deep breath and his scent molested me. I was cripplingly aroused now. I drew my bottom lip between my teeth and closed my eyes as I let my head fall back between my arms. Hot tears rolled back to my temples as the static heat we shared began to pulse between us like soul rattling thunder. I wanted to tell him that I wanted him…dead. I wanted to tell him that I would never belong to him. I wanted to tell him that I hated him and that I would rather die than spend another second burdened by our bond. But those words refused to leave my lips.

Instead I felt my body vibrate with a need for his. He began to growl against my neck, his teeth and tongue tracing my pulse. My body rolled against his without my permission as if it were completely separate from my own will. His hands clung to my flesh as if he were welded to me and I was pulled against him even tighter as he too became mind numbingly aroused. My lips parted as I whimpered when I felt his static touch slip beneath my skirt. With invisible effort my panties were drawn to the side and he was inside of me.

As he pulled me down against him all of my hatred and anger seemed go up in flames and burn away in our passion. I cried out as he pulsed inside of me slowly but with power. Each thrust jerked me closer to the edge of a cliff that my body had never imagined before. His teeth found my shoulder and sunk deep into my burning flesh. What once blinded me with pain now brought me wild pleasure.

The thundering vibration in his chest grew louder and louder as he more aggressively drove himself inside of me. Again and again he collided with me and my back arched at an unnatural angle. The strength in my arms allowed me to use the belt to my advantage and I was able to rock myself into orgasm just as he slammed into his. A tidal wave of release plunged me under a sea of pleasure and forced me so far down that I felt as though the pressure could have crushed me. The air in the room around us seemed to snap and crackle with the electric vibe the two of us created.  Almost in unison our heads snapped back and a blood curdling howl shook the walls of the smoldering room.

“FUCK,” I screamed as I jolted up in bed and managed to fall out. My face cracked against the hardwood floor and I quickly rolled to my hip with my hands over my face. I finally lay on my back and slowly lowered my hands. Looking up, I found Greyden peering over the side of the bed at me with a raised brow. I covered my face again and couldn’t help but start to laugh.

“You are going to kill yourself before anyone else can,” he mumbled and shook his head. “Dreaming again?”

“You know it,” I breathed heavily and rubbed my eyes. Peeling myself from the floor I stumbled to the bathroom to evaluate the damage. I flipped on the bathroom light and rounded the sink to stand before the mirror. A huge knot had formed close to my temple. There was no need to stress it. I was sure it would be gone in an hour at my healing rate. I brushed my teeth and leaned over to wash my face. As I stood I nearly slammed my fist into the mirror when I spotted Murphy’s reflection in the back corner of the huge bathroom.

He quickly held a finger to his lips in an attempt to silence me. I stormed to the door, slammed it and locked us inside. Spinning on heel, I turned to find him only a couple of feet away from me and my back went stiff against the bathroom door.

“Why the fuck are you here?” He ignored me and leaned over to a radio on a self and turned it on. He knew Greyden was in the house and I was sure that he also knew that if Greyden saw him…he would kill him. I pushed away from the door and slid to the shower to turn it on. I could play the convincing game too. I startled myself when I realized I was playing along with Murphy. I should have been slitting his throat. Too bad my razor was getting dull.

“I told you I would find you,” he said and stood firmly in the middle of the room. I circled him and then leaned against the shower door. He was dressed just as he had been in my dream and it took every fiber in me to control myself when my eyes slid to his belt.

“You didn’t have to look to fucking hard,” I barked and he hushed me again. “Why, Murphy….why?” I asked as my hands went into the air. “You fucking mutilated me. Tore me to pieces, fucked my carcass and then left me to rot. Fuck you,” I said and he cringed.

“It’s nothing like that. I warned you. I told you that I was bad news and that if we went there….there was a point of no return. I realized you were clueless about our nature but there was nothing I could do to stop once we were at that point. Nature takes over,” he tried to explain.

“More like the fucking devil!” He shook his head and folded his arms. “I’m a monster now.” I pointed to my eyes which I was sure were glowing now.  He shook his head again. “This whole damn town is full of monsters and I spent my whole life completely clueless.”

“You aren’t a monster. You will learn to embrace it.” I rolled my eyes at him and laughed.

“Fuck you.”

“You said that already,” he mocked and then sighed. It was
his
nature to be an asshole. “What do you know?”

“That I’m a freak. That you, my Pops and my whore of a mother are to blame. I shift when I freak out. I’m hungry for human flesh and all of my senses are incredible,” I listed. He tilted his head knowing that I had more on the tip of my tongue. “Everyone keeps telling me that I matured because I found my mate.”

“You did and you must know that it is more than that. This is why I couldn’t stop myself once we got started. I wanted to leave and never see you again. Never put you through all of this. You could have matured on your own but once we linked up, no matter how hard we could have tried to avoid it, it was bound to happen.” I exhaled and moved to the narrow but tall window in the room.

“I’m bound to you,” I said. It was more of a question but it slipped out like a conviction.

“We are bound to each other, Dakota,” he corrected me. “You can love me, you can hate me, you can stay with me or you can leave me. No matter what your choice is…the desire will always be there and we will always wind up side by side until one of us is no longer.”

“Is that the only way to break it,” I asked. I was pretty sure I knew the answer. He nodded and I sighed.

“Do you hate me that much,” he asked. His voice seemed to weigh heavily on me. I turned my cheek and refused to look at him. I did hate him. Didn’t I?

“I ran into them again,” I said changing the subject. “Yates is dead. The preacher tried to attack me. Darius creeps me out. Charlie was in on it all and I put a hole in his head. I shot another in the foot. Hines is a Were and I am pretty sure everyone else I am close to out here is too.” He was quiet. My guess was that he was trying to piece things together. I could feel his breath on my shoulder and turned to face him at the window. He leaned his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. He smelled so good.

I quickly placed my hand on his chest and put a little distance between us. I turned to walk to the clothes hamper where a pile of my things lay on its lid from the night before. With my back to him, I collected my things and opened the lid to toss them in.

“You have to stay away from these guys, Dakota. Even though you think you are a force to be reckoned with now…they are much stronger. I’m sorry about your world being turned upside down. It was going to happen sooner or later. I didn’t expect you to be the type to cry over spilled milk. You are tough; you can learn the ropes and move on with your life.” He sighed and I listened to him sit on the narrow window frame. “Do you love him,” he asked out of the blue.

“Greyden?” I glanced at him over my shoulder and gave a light nod. “He has been my closest friend since we were kids.” I could feel his mood shift. It was as if he knew that I loved Greyden but also knew I was not
in-love
with Greyden. “Does it matter?”

“It does to me,” he replied. His gravelly voice held more emotion in those four words than he had shown the entire time I had known him.

“Its just our
bond
talking,” I assumed. He shook his head and I heard him stand again. Before he could step away from the window, I turned on heel with my 9mm in my hand and pulled the trigger. Having caught him completely off guard, he stumbled back and smashed through the window. I watched with my mouth gaped open as he fell back and vanished.

C
HAPTER 19

A thundering bang came at the bathroom door.

“NO! Dakota,
no!” Greyden’s screams were desperate and horrified. I moved to the window and glanced over the ledge to find the ground below littered with glass and a little bit of blood. Murphy was gone. I knew he would be back but I was hoping that I had pissed him off enough to chase him off for a while.