A Cursed Bloodline (WG 4) by Cecy Robson Read Free Book Online Page B

she approached me slowly. “Celia, do you know where you are, honey?”
    Her words were clear and I knew I should answer, but my lack of strength and the numbness wearing me down made it seem like an impossible demand.
    Edith slinked toward her, protruding her chest and lengthening her incisors. “Maybe you should simply ask if she knows her name, sweet one,” she cooed. She reached her hand toward Emme’s face, but Hank forced his way between them.
    “Emme isn’t yours to take,” he snapped.

    Edith smiled sinfully. “Is she yours, then, Hank?”
    Emme cleared her throat. “I’m not either of yours to…eat.”
    Edith’s sultry eyes made Emme step back toward Misha. “We weren’t just talking about feeding from you, little one.”
    Edith’s arrogance vanished at Misha’s hard stare. “Leave,” he ordered through clenched fangs.
    The vamps obviously wanted to stay. While they could live forever, immortality tended to dispel excitement, and they grew restless with the monotony of everyday life. So they eagerly waited for anything out of the ordinary to spice up their so-called lives. Unfortunately, today I’d been the one to provide the entertainment.
    Emme slipped onto the bed and crawled to the center, where I sat unmoving. “Can you hear me, Celia?”
    “I didn’t mean to scratch you,” I responded in way of an answer.
    She tried to smile. “It’s okay. It’s my fault. I should have called for help instead of approaching you in your sleep. You were thrashing around so violently I thought that if I could heal your fear, your panic would cease.”
    My eyes scanned her blood-soaked sweater. “You were wrong.”
    Misha suddenly appeared alongside me. “Celia, you need to…” He referred to me as Celia only in the direst of situations. “…you need to eat,” he finished quietly.
    It was still daytime. The hazy spring sun shone softly against the window, just as it had before the start of my nap. “I just ate.” My stomach growled, insisting otherwise.
    Emme shook her head. “That was yesterday, Celia.”

    I had lost another day. “Oh. Then I guess I should eat.”
    Once again, I ate enough to feed a legion then returned to bed almost immediately. I didn’t sleep. I was afraid to. I wanted to be with Aric. I longed to touch him and have him in bed with me, laughing and wrestling as we’d done countless times before our world fell apart. My new reality was too much to bear. My mind wandered to an intimate moment from our past, the first time I asked to see his wolf form.
    “If you show me yours, I’ll show you mine,” I’d teased.
    He adjusted his position above me, tickling me a little with his warm naked body. “I just saw yours, rather closely, I might add. Ohhh…you mean your beast form.”
    I hadn’t fully adapted to being naked around him. And despite being in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom, my cheeks flushed and I squirmed beneath him. He smiled and bent his head to kiss me.
    I moved his hand away when he cupped my breast and teased the nipple. “Ah, ah, ah. Not until you show me.”
    Aric groaned and slipped out of my king-sized bed. “Fine. But I’m warning you, I’m rather intimidating.”
    “I know.” My eyes traveled down his muscular torso and fixed on a certain spot before returning to meet his. His face reddened at my grin. Most males would’ve been rather pleased with themselves. Not Aric. But his modesty was one of the characteristics that made him so sexy. “I’ll tell you what, Aric. As soon as I see your big bad wolf, you can intimidate me some more.”
    Aric’s body heated, this time for a different reason. “I’d like that,” he murmured gruffly.

    He jumped into bed as a magnificent large gray wolf. Silver and black covered his head and back, while snow-white fur encased his underside. He wagged his tail when I stroked him. It felt strange being naked around him while he was a wolf, so I changed and licked his face. He rubbed his head against