Alpha Protectors, 2
Kaila is His. His Mate. Forever.
When Seamus discovers Kaila is in danger he sets out to save her. He couldn’t care less that she doesn’t want him there. His objective in life is to love and protect her. Besides, she might refuse to be with him, but her body knows better. With both their lives on the line, she can’t say no to his aid, can she?
For years, she has ignored her feelings. Kaila’s mission was supposed to be easy: enter the demon’s lair and save her sister. Then, he came along. For close to twenty years she has been fighting against the mating pull. She has avoided Seamus at all costs, but now they’re both trapped in hell and she has nowhere to run, except, maybe, into his arms.
She didn’t acknowledge him, and he
rushed to catch up with her. He grasped her wrist, spinning her around with
“Didn’t you hear me?” he asked.
Kaila’s gaze narrowed. Her lips
pursed into an ugly grimace.
“Let go of me, Seamus. Why don’t you
let this weak human die already?” She poked him in the chest with her index
finger. “I didn’t ask for your help.”
Seamus scrubbed a hand over his
face. “What is wrong with you? You’re not making any sense. I know you didn’t
ask for my help. I gave it freely, but you aren’t going to deny that we are
different, are you?”
Blinding rage took over him. Seamus
dug his fingers into her arm. He was tired of all this nonsense. He pulled her
closer. Her arm shot out to keep him away, but not fast enough. He swooped down
and claimed her lips. She gasped, and he seized the chance to push his tongue
into her warm recess. He groaned. She tasted better than he remembered. For a
brief moment, she grappled with him, attempting to break lose, but he grabbed
her arms with ease and held them behind her back.
He twisted his tongue around hers,
drawing it out from its reluctance and forcing it to battle with his. Something
in his chest tightened as she responded. Yes. He sucked and tugged and
demanded more. She gave it to him. Her body arched against his, her mouth
seeking his with almost as much desperation as he possessed. His hold on her
slackened. He wanted to touch her everywhere. To press his lips to her body and
taste every inch of her. His hand trailed to the curve of her ass, then to her
waist. Then, bang! Her knee slammed against his leg. He released her, cursing.
He’d probably be incapacitated for life if she’d hit her mark.
“Whenever you want, babe. I know
you’ve got the hots for me, even if you just tried to castrate me and failed
miserably.” He laughed.
Kaila spun and walked away from him
again. She was probably not trying to be sultry, but her hips swayed in that
way that drove a man to stare. She lifted her arm and gave him the finger. He
grinned. She was pissed and sexy. He loved it.
Seamus took in a shaky breath.
Watching her back on her feet, her spirit alive and surging, was soothing. He
rubbed at the spot where she’d kneed him. It hurt, but it was proof that she
was herself again, not lying in a puddle of blood, shredded to pieces by a
monster. He glanced at the Dream Catcher’s skeleton out of the corner of his
eye. He hadn’t told Kaila the details of what he’d suffered inside the beast.
The images of her dead body, broken, destroyed. He didn’t wish his worst enemy
a fate like that.
He stretched his wings and snapped
them back into place. Even they ached. He adjusted his now-flaccid cock and
shuddered. He hurried after Kaila. The place appeared deserted. There were no
scones in the wall giving off light. Instead, the walls themselves seemed to
pulse with energy. They glowed from the inside as if behind them a relentless
flame burned. He frowned. He extended his arm and placed his pinkie on the
rock. It burned.
“Damn it.” He put the digit in his
mouth, hoping to sooth the sting. “Don’t touch the walls, babe. They’re hot.”
Kaila didn’t reply, but she moved a
little closer to the center of the path.
About Elyzabeth M. VaLey
Elyzabeth M. VaLey is a writer of sizzling, sexy romance who firmly believes in happy ever after. From paranormal to contemporary, fantasy, or historical, she enjoys exploring her characters' darker side and writing stories about tortured heroes, strong heroines, and all that comes between them and their love.
When she's not writing, she can be found walking in the Spanish countryside with her black Lab, exploring castles, or enjoying some tapas with her friends.
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