An Undying Love by Janet MacDonald Read Free Book Online

door.
    “I’ll see you at
supper time,” she said with a grin as he left.
    Anya held her
smile back for only a moment as Beth settled into the rocking chair beside the
bed. The wooden chair was handcrafted like everything else there, and it looked
to have been made not long ago.
    “It’s a
beautiful chair,” Anya told her as she eyed the intricate designs craved into
it. The flowers, butterflies and small birds were done wonderfully and by an
expert hand.
    “Yes, it’s one
of my favorite chairs. Dante made it for me when he found out he was going to
be an uncle.”
    “Dante made that,”
Anya stated almost disbelievingly.
    “Yes, he makes
some of the nicest cravings around. You must have seen some of his work at the
general store?”
    Thoughts of the
wonderful small carved wooden animals, boxes and other items that were for sale
at the general store filled Anya’s mind. She had purchased a set of hand-carved
wolves from there, the initials D. T. carved in the bottom. Never would she
have guessed that Dante had made them. They were amongst her most prized
possessions.
    “I didn’t know
he was good with his hands,” Anya murmured.
    “Dante can come
across as a real ass, but he isn’t. He’s a sweet man. He told me he found you
on the floor this morning. What happened?” Beth asked as she rocked slowly in
the chair.
    “I fell out of
bed.” The look Beth gave her told her the other woman didn’t believe what she’d
said.

Chapter Five
     
    Dante stood over
the bed again. The small morsel glared at him with a defiant, hateful look on
her face. Inside he smiled at her tenacity, but outwardly he glared down at
her. Over the last four nights, he’d come there to question her. She never gave
him any answers. Although tonight would be different. Tonight he would get the
information he needed, and she wouldn’t even have to utter a single word.
    After sitting
beside her, he played with the four long pieces of twine he held in his hand as
he looked at her. “This is your last chance, Anya, tell me what I want to know,”
he demanded sternly. Still she said nothing. She hadn’t spoken a word since her
first night there, and he doubted she would now. He moved his hand toward her and
attempted to run his fingers along her face, and yet again she slapped his hand
away, glaring at him more intently.
    With a smile, he
looked at her. So pretty, he thought, and soon she could very well be his. She
just didn’t know it yet.
    “I warned you,” he
said. Dante leaned over Anya, then grabbed her arm on the far side and held it
down as he moved to straddle her waist. Her free small, delicate hand formed a fist,
and she connected with his chin. He was surprised it actually hurt. He grappled
the wrist of the hand that had just struck him and restrained her.
    “Now hold still,”
he demanded as he forced her arms down under his knees at her sides and pinned
them there with his full weight. He paused for a moment, rubbing his now tender
chin. The girl had spunk, and he liked it. Unfortunately, his body reacted to
him sitting on top of her, and the swelling in the front of his jeans drew her
attention. Her eyes went wide as her gaze snapped up to look him in the face.
    Anya’s scent shifted.
He could tell by the smell she was very afraid now, and he leaned over and
gripped her hair, forcing her head still so he could sniff her neck. He took a
deep inhale of her scent, and it was intoxicating. She smelled so good, and the
anger in her eyes added to the desire he had for her. With his face this close
to hers, he could see the subtle shifting in them. The excitement lay there
just under her fear, and it mingled with her scent as well. Surely she knew she
was going into heat? The smell was an aphrodisiac all by itself. It pulled at
him hard, his beast nature taking notice and willing him to have her.
    He swallowed
hard and pulled his face from hers quickly, not wanting to be lost to the
animal inside him. Too many years had passed