Grayslake: Furrever Yours (Kindle Worlds Novella) by Georgette St. Clair Page A

the nape of her neck. And he began to move inside her.
    His strokes were smooth and steady at first. He slid inside her and withdrew again, steady and controlled. He whispered endearments in her ear. He was making love to her. She wanted him to fuck her. She wanted him to be wild for her.
    She arched up towards him and she clenched her internal muscles, locking herself tight around him, and he groaned. Her wordless whimper in response was all she could give him – the way they moved together was the single, thrilling center of her being.
    He nuzzled the frizz of her hair at her nape, then freed a hand for a moment to smooth it away from one side of her neck. He held it in a kind of loose ponytail and, as he pistoned his cock in and out of her greedy body, he wrapped the ponytail around his fist, wrenched her head to the side and sank his teeth into her neck.
    There was a flash of pain and the bright, coppery smell of blood, and Heather spasmed around him. Pleasure swept everything else aside. She felt charged with electricity, but drained, as if her limbs were not her own. She flashed back to the love bite she’d left on Knox’s neck – a symbol that he was hers, and only hers. And she realized that with this bite, he was claiming her. Making her his, forever. It felt…right.

Chapter Eleven
     
    Heather sincerely hated having to lie to Knox, especially right after he had claimed her, but she had to go check on Margaret. Eugene had arrived in town that day, and Knox was visiting the Redby pack to try to keep him pacified, for now.
    And she’d had to rope Olive and Janet into the scheme, which was even worse, but as soon as Janet heard that a teenaged girl was in danger, she insisted on helping.
    Now Heather was with Olive in the kitchen. Olive was still a little pale, but she’d walked down the hallway without so much as a limp.
    “Are you sure you’re all right?” she asked Olive as she helped her lie down on the kitchen floor.
    “What do I look like, a piece of fine china?” Olive groused. “Everyone needs to stop worrying about me. You go help that girl. Now scoot, you’ve got ten seconds.”
    Heather was wearing Janet’s scarf and housecoat and her big black sunglasses. She had the keys to Janet’s car. Janet was at the barn with her husband, so if Knox asked her, she could claim she had no idea what was happening. Plausible deniability.
    As Heather hurried out the back door, she heard Olive yell, “Help, I fell down! I’m in the kitchen, help me, I can’t get up! I’m on the floor! What’s taking so long? I’m a weak little old lady, doesn’t anybody care?”
    Immediately she heard shouts and footsteps thudding towards the kitchen.
    Weak little old lady my butt, Heather thought. But that would distract everybody who was in the house long enough for Heather to get off the property.
    She slid into Janet’s car and drove off quickly. As she headed out of the county, she kept checking carefully behind her to make sure that nobody was following her. As far as she could tell, she was free and clear. Her hope was that nobody would follow her, since she was driving someone else’s car and was semi-disguised.
    Heather loved to hike, and she’d discovered some old caves during one of her jaunts into a thickly forested area of Grayslake. She’d had Margaret hide there.
    She pulled up and parked on the narrow dirt road that ran through the woods near the cave, climbed out, and grabbed the bag of groceries she’d packed for Margaret. Then she dashed towards the cave, checking around her as she ran. She had her .38 with her, but she also knew it would be basically useless against any of the people who might be chasing her.
    “Heather! Are you alone? Where’s Olive?” Margaret stepped out from behind an oak tree.
    “She had a little accident, but she’s okay,” Heather said. “She kept everyone distracted so I could sneak out.”
    She handed Margaret the bag of groceries.
    “Have you made any