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Excerpt from AMAROK by Maggie Adams
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Jonas grabbed her, turning her to him. His face took on a fierce visage as his wolf howled in anguish and the vampire within smelled the unique fragrance of her. He couldn’t help himself. He needed her nearness, but he had to turn her away. He ground out, “I. Reject. You. Because. Sabine. Will. Kill. You.”
Tillie sighed against him as the pain subsided. She was enough. She was his mate. But what about Sabine? Somehow Tillie doubted that such evil would leave her alone. If she truly wanted Jonas to give up all power, wouldn’t that include her? As a mate, she would have powers, right? At least, that’s what the romance books in her personal library stated. Oh Lordy, now she was relying on fiction and make believe to process the unbelievable. But maybe there was some truth to the fairytales, and the thought of being with Jonas…well, that was something she definitely wanted to explore.
“If she knows about me already, Jonas, nothing will stop her from harming me – except you. Kiss me,” she whispered, lifting her face.
“No, Tillie, please,” Jonas tried to pull away, even as his lips reached for hers.
The kiss was warm and sweet, just like his precious mate. His wolf howled and his fangs began to descend. He broke away, panting heavily.
“Love, there’s something else.” He pushed her gently onto the chair. “That night, when you were injured, it was bad. Very bad. I couldn’t save you on my own. Zoe was weak and could barely hold your spirit within you.” God, he hated having to say it. She would reject him, fear him. How could she not?
“Go on, Jonas.” She took his hand in hers in comfort. “Did you reanimate me? Like in Frankenstein?”
It took Jonas a moment to realize what she was saying. Leave it to his Tillie to find a book reference for this. An idea came to mind. Maybe she wouldn’t reject him after all. “No love. More like Dracula.”
He gave her a moment to let it sink in. Her eyes widened and she reached for her throat with her free hand, but she didn’t let go of him.
“You had to…” she swallowed hard. She couldn’t finish the sentence.
He hastened to reassure her. “Yes, but please know, I would never hurt you. I can’t hurt you. It’s physically impossible for me to do so. But although I took a vow of honor to never drink human blood again, I had to garner strength in order to save you. It’s complicated, but I am at my strongest with human blood, and therefore, my own blood is strengthened, almost magical. I needed to be at my strongest in order to save you.”
“You saved me. I am your mate. That proves my point, Jonas.” She hugged him. “We are strongest together. Please don’t reject me. Together we can defeat Sabine. That’s our best option.” She reached up, bringing his head down to her and kissed him passionately once more.
Jonas gathered Tillie close, never breaking the kiss. The power of his hybrid self overcame his caution. When he noticed she was on tiptoe as she kissed him, he pulled her up. He trotted quietly up the stairs and across the hall to the bedroom. He pulled back the covers on the bed with one hand holding her tightly to his chest with the other, breaking the kiss, and laid her down among the bright white sheets and the pillows.
He caught his reflection in the antique mirror that was hung between the posters of the old bed. His wolf and his vampire fought to be released within the orbs of his eyes. When he glanced down again, his beautiful Tillie was blushing.
“This will be interesting, love,” he smiled softly, watching as her blush deepened. “Such a prim and proper bookkeeper.” He kissed her chin and then her neck, feeling her pulse beat, nuzzling, as he made his way down her collarbone. His hands softly gliding the material off her shoulder. the peasant blouse, down, down to reveal her breasts.
He looked up once again to gauge her reaction. Her eyes were closed, her lips barely parted, just the tiniest hint of breath caressing his face. “Oh, are you thinking naughty thoughts, my sweet Tillie?” Her eyes flew open, and he chuckled. “You are the most precious thing,” he murmured almost to himself.
He felt the wolf within him howl, eager to mate, and the vampire within him eager to feel the taste of her warm blood once again, but he tapped both of them down. “Are you sure, Tillie?” he said in all seriousness. “Because once I take you, I know I'll never get enough. You will be mine.” He noticed her hesitation.
He began to sit up, away from her, trying desperately to control his desire. Her soft hand touched his back and he flinched.
“I am ready, but a girl can be a little nervous, can't she? You are so intense, and a wolf, and I'm just me.”
He turned around to her in a flash. “You have no idea what you do to me Tillie, what you mean to me. You say you are ‘just me’ and yet to me you are everything. But I will not take you unless you are absolutely prepared to be mine.” He gritted out between his teeth.
She knew what he was asking. How could she convince him that wolf, vampire or not, his words were like music to her hungry heart. That she wanted to kiss every single inch of him for the rest of her life or scream from the top of the tallest mountain that he was hers. She raised her hand to his cheek.
“I'm sure, Jonas.”
Tillie was crushed to him then, his lips slanting over hers, willing her to open to him. She complied with his passion, dueling with his tongue in a parody of what was to come. His hands could not touch her quickly enough, could not caress her fast enough, and yet they seemed to be everywhere all at once. The rendering of the fabric of her dress was nothing as he freed her breasts to his hot gaze.
Jonas pulled back and stared at her perfection. “My God, you are all pink and cream beauty like a luscious rose waiting to be plucked.”
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