Prelude:
Airis has lost her memory and her wolf while Cain's just trying to keep his pack alpha from killing him. The only problem? Somehow Airis' troubles are mixed up with his.
He'd walk away if he could, but his wolf has claimed Airis as their mate. For good or bad, their fates are one. This is the night they finally give into the attraction that has pulled them together and won't let go...but, as they soon learn, fate isn't done with them yet. Not even close.
Chapter 1:
Cain woke in the dead of night unable to say where he was. A bed sagged under him, so soft it made his back ache. Next to him lay Airis. He recognized her by scent first and then registered the sweetness of her weight pressed against him.
They weren't in the strip club anymore. That was obvious. He smelled woods, not the musty smell of vampires and the sour scent of old booze from the club's patrons. As his eyes adjusted to the dark, he could see pine trees through the window on his left. If the moon was out, clouds had blotted its light.
Airis sighed next to him and he rolled onto his side, pulling her back against him, the lush curves of her hips and ass making his groin tight. He'd been in and out on the car ride to Claire's cabin but had overheard enough to know they'd found her sister and the vampires were gone.
Plus, Allen was dead. It seemed all their immediate problems had been dispatched or disappeared as necessary. And Airis knew who she was...sort of. He knew what she was to him...his.
His wolf gave a low woof of agreement. MINE.
The fact she'd chosen to share the bed with him said she knew it, too. They'd both felt the pull of attraction between them this whole time. Maybe now they didn't have to turn their backs on it anymore.
When he hadn't been fighting for his life, it had been damn near impossible to keep himself from ripping off her clothes and bending her over so he could claim her the way his animal nature demanded.
She was intoxicating as the moonshine his grandfather used to make, but smelled much nicer. He winced and then chuckled as he recalled his first taste of moonshine. Swallowing paint varnish and chasing it with a lit match would've tasted better, he was sure of it.
Airis stirred at the sound of his laugh and turned toward him, her eyes drifting open. He watched as consciousness filtered through the drowsiness clouding her gaze and smiled when recognition dawned. She struggled to sit.
"Cain. You're up." She pressed a soft hand on his forehead. "Are you okay?"
"Better now that you're here."
He sat up as well and reached for her, pulling her in for a kiss. Her lips had a floral flavor with a bitter yet pleasant herbal aftertaste. He drank it in, taking his time to explore her mouth and possess it fully.
