Finn Marlowe A Thread of Deepest Black

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nothing could be done about it. It would be just another dead body and, in a sea of millions of bodies, it was easy to pick them off and get away with it. The world was still full of dark and
secluded paths made for a werewolf s silent feet. Hunters referred to it as culling the herd, a reference which had always offended him. Guess he did like humans a bit too much.
But he was getting sidetracked. I m not hunting humans, he replied.
This caught the wolf s attention.
What can you tell me about your nearest, friendly neighborhood shifters?
Hoity-toity British werewolf was utterly stunned. Gobsmacked! Good English word, that. Are you insane? he finally asked.
Yes.
Don t bring that trouble here.
I won t. They have something that doesn t belong to them and I m gonna go get it.
The laughter was slightly off key and didn t last long. We d be happy to kill you if you re looking for a quick way out.
Would you? Now that was interesting. Thanks, but no thank you. I take it they re good stock, then?
Yes.
How many?
Who the hell knows? They come and they go, but on a permanent basis, I d say half a dozen. He appeared to give it some thought. Although the past day has seen considerable comings
and goings perhaps you know something about that?
Should he help out these weird werewolves? Why the hell not? You might want to make yourselves scarce tonight. A getaway to London and all that?
Belle Lune, he whispered. They will kill you, crazy one.
We ll see. Tonight shall be very special for us dark hunters, mon ami, he said, convincing himself as well. Yes, something very special is about to happen, you will see.
What? he asked.
Something in Killian s manner must have been very convincing. The smaller wolf was intensely interested, leaning forward eagerly. Or was it just his innate charm? Shhh& he said softly.
My secret to keep. Until morning.
Excited, he said, Perhaps& you need assistance?
Tempting. So tempting. No. I shall hunt alone tonight.
We ll stay here. And watch.
Leave my car alone. If it s not here when I get back, I m gonna be very upset.
With one raised eyebrow, the Englishman said, Is that so?
Mon ami needed a push. Letting his power flow through his veins, he allowed it to show, first in the eyes, and then the face. The glow was so intense it actually shone like a lamp, reflecting
off the smaller wolf s wet eyeballs. His face lengthened and his teeth sharpened. When his hands snapped and broke apart and formed thick black claws, Killian halted his transformation,
power only very old and skilled werewolves had. Now it came easily to him, taking only a single thought. Bella Luna was incredibly generous.
Because he could, and his temper was flaring, Killian reached out and took the werewolf by the neck before he even knew to be scared. He was right his hand did go all the way around,
and easily. Don t upset me, he said, although it might not have been understandable, the words garbled. No mind, the intent was there.
With Killian s hand squeezing, the other could say nothing. His eyes flared to life, but it was defensive only. He knew who the dominant male was and remained human. Insulting him
further and rudely, Killian slid out his tongue, a very long and disgusting tongue, and licked the side of his captive s face. The threat was implicit. He uncurled his hand and pulled back his power,
like the quick snap of a rubber band retracting. Feeling nasty and tasting his own blood on his tongue, he kept his red eyes. Glad we understand one another, he said.
He might have shoved too hard, insulted the werewolf too deeply. Ah well. It was done. You die this night, the other promised.
Laughing darkly, Killian agreed. Yes, I know. And he walked away, not watching his back. There d be no attack. At least not right away. And they wouldn t be touching his car that he was
sure of.
The air smelled funny, wet and stinky and smoggy, even here, so far from London. As Killian walked, he suffered breathing it in. What a shitty place to die. He d surely make an effort to avoid
that eventuality. It was farther than it looked and he passed several human estates before he reached the prize of the area, the beautiful, ancient, stone shifter fortress. Stupid shifters. As if stone
and mortar could save them.
His approach startled a herd of farmed deer grazing in the dark. They sensed his presence and fled in a great thunderous pounding of tiny hooves. Startled back, he jumped. Bloody things!
And puny. They call those things deer? Shit! One would be barely enough for dinner.
Having made all the animals flee elsewhere, he had the green pastures all to himself. The lights of the manor shone golden through the antique windows. He gave off admiring the view
and shucked his clothes, folding them neatly and setting them in a pile beneath a large tree. With his hunting eyes, he reconnoitered the place and saw everything, all the dark corners made just
for him. He scented the air and waited impatiently. Time crawled and he used it in remembrance.
Allowing himself a final treat, Killian chose to remember only pleasurable things. His mind cooperated eagerly. Only thing was, all his pleasurable thoughts centered on one obsession
only, one person. Colton D�carie. Their relationship still confounded him, and he couldn t believe it and couldn t understand it, knowing only he liked it. Colton was his enemy, and yet here he
was about to die for him and he didn t mind one bit. What a gift!
There could be no greater will to bend and no greater submission earned. Colton was beyond compare. A shifter. At his feet. Bella Luna! The red ribbon flashed in his mind s eye, beguiling
and beautiful against that white neck. His hands ached to touch that pale skin again, his fingers to feel that powerful pulse leap. Truly, it leapt for him. For him! And that mouth. Being kissed by
Colton D�carie was& goddamn wonderful. The best. He never held back, not ever. When he gave himself he gave it all. Of course Killian took it. Would be a fool otherwise, and Mama Frost, bitch
she was, never raised no fools. Making love with Colton was pure bliss, whatever form it took, hands, mouths or his cock deep inside him thrusting them both to heaven, or bound and shackled,
tied to his wall and him with a whip in his hand. If they both survived this night, he d gladly take his black threads again, take the shame from Colton s pure soul. And he d take him in that slutty
red dress too. Ripping that off would be very exciting.
Aha! Shifter blood.
They knew he was here.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Naked and restless, Killian set his daydreams aside and checked his watch before chucking it onto the pile it was time, ten to midnight, and he walked ahead, closing in on his target, his [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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