Wolf's Fall by J.D. Tyler Page B

it . . . right until you breathe your last.”
    â€œYou twisted motherfucker—”
    Nick’s words were cut off as Darrow struck, sliding his fangs into the curve of his captive’s neck. He criedout, his body tense . . . and then he relaxed, letting out a hoarse moan. At last, he was defeated. Broken.
    With a dark laugh, Darrow pulled their bodies together tightly, Nick’s back to his front, and began to feed slowly. With long pulls and the occasional lick, nuzzling his prey’s neck, then repeating. His captive sank further under the wicked spell, unable to stop what was happening. Past caring.
    Seduced.
    â€œYou’re mine now,” Darrow murmured against his skin. “Say it.”
    â€œI’m yours.”
    â€œWhat do you want, wolf?”
    â€œDrink from me. Take it all.”
    â€œPatience. I’ll do as you wish. After we’ve enjoyed this fully.”
    Nick jolted from the nightmare, heart thumping in his chest, slick with sweat. No, not a nightmare—the
memory
of what Darrow had done to him. Day and night, the horror never left him. The shame.
    The shame most of all, because he’d given in. His worst enemy had seduced his body, fucked up his mind. Even though he could still see Calla’s stricken face at the waterfall days ago, even though he wanted to make it right, this was the reason he couldn’t.
    He didn’t know how to get past this.
    After taking a few deep breaths, he settled inagain and tried to sleep. It was a long time coming, but eventually he slid back into dreams.
    The mountain fortress trembled with the onslaught.
    Acrid smoke clogged his lungs and his nose. Fire surged to the ceiling, consuming everything it touched with its greedy fingers. All around him, death and destruction rained down, claiming his men. His friends and allies.
    Calla? Where was she?
    â€œCalla!” he yelled. “Calla!”
    If she’d fallen, too—
    â€œNoo.”
    Nick came awake again, and sat on the side of the bed. Running both hands through his sweat-soaked hair, he blew out a tired breath and tried to make sense of the vision. Or was it simply a nightmare?
    Usually, he could tell the difference. But not this time. That was probably because even though he was a PreCog, his gift didn’t extend to being able to see his own future—only that of those around him.
    Calla’s future intersected with his, so perhaps this was why he’d been given a glimpse of hers. Was this the fate that awaited his mate if he didn’t get his act together? For her to be lost to him forever?
    Or was his stress simply manifesting itself in his dreams? He wished he knew.
    A glance at the clock showed it was just after five in the morning. Early but not so much that he cared to fight for sleep any longer. Rising, he padded naked into the bathroom and turned on the shower. While the water was getting hot, he brushed his teeth. Then he stepped under the spray and groaned as it pounded on his sore muscles.
    He ached from the punishing workout he’d given himself in the gym the evening before. He’d hoped to exhaust himself into oblivion, but it wasn’t to be. Now the water made him think of Calla’s sleek, naked body under the waterfall and his cock lifted to half-mast. The memory of her spread and ready for him, of sliding himself deep into her channel, wrung a groan from his lips.
    What would it have been like if he’d allowed her to claim him? That was such a natural step for Bondmates, and his wolf rumbled in agreement.
    Taking his steely rod in hand, he relished the feeling of the water cascading over his dick as he stroked. In his fantasy, Calla faced him and pressed her breasts against his chest, a gorgeous water nymph ready to take him to heaven.
    She kissed his lips, tangled her tongue with his. His palm worked faster, his cock swelling as he pictured her attentions moving to his jaw. His neck.
    There, she