The Pursued (The Breeding Prophecy) (4 page)

Cassandra allowed herself to transform into her human skin just so she could yell at him. “Don’t you dare start giving me orders as if you have the right. I am not your wife or your girlfriend…or even your
friend
. I am simply your baby mama. And I know you’re stuck in the dark ages still so let me enlighten you: I’m not about to sit around at home content to be your plump and pregnant little woman who is available for whenever you’re feeling like you want to bump uglies. Understand? I deserve better and if you’re not willing to give it to me, I will find someone else who will.”

His eyes flashed dangerously and he advanced with a warning growl. “I would tear another man limb from limb if he
dared touch a hair on your head. I would rip out his still-beating heart and hold it before his astonished eyes before allowing him to die,
” he said, causing her to shiver in spite of her anger. “You are
mine
.
Always and forever. Do you understand?
”

“Yeah?” She licked her lips, her heart rate speeding up as her skin prickled against the night air.
“So start acting like it
then.”

He accepted her challenge with a quick-as-lightening movement that had her on the ground and on her back within seconds. His big body covered hers as completely as his mouth slanted across hers. His tongue stabbed into the shelter of her mouth, plundering the wet depths as his cock ground against her pubic bone, taunting her with the promise of pleasure. She groaned and clutched at his back, desperate
to feel him move against her, hungry for the weight of his heavy body moving against hers.

She didn’t feel the rough ground
beneath her backside nor did she care that they were out in the middle of the open forest where anyone could happen upon their desperate grunts and groans —
 
all that mattered was the feel of Tieran in her arms.

Their tongues tangled and dueled as their passion built to a burning crescendo, raging around them in a firestorm of need and want. Cassandra
gasped as he penetrated her with a single hard stab with his cock, shuddering as she clamped around him. “Tieran!” she cried as he thrust i
nside her like a man possessed, milking every last sensation from her body. “God, yes!”

Her whole body rocked with each hard thrust against her as he ground himself as deep as he could possibly go and she felt her heart
burst with an unknown emotion that shook her to her core.
He cried out with a hoarse shout as he found his release in a violent shudder and groan that echoed in the still night.
Cassandra quickly followed, tumbling into sweet oblivion beneath him.

Several moments passed before either could speak. The sweat began to dry on their bodies, yet Cassandra was warm with Tieran still buried deep inside her. Slowly, his cock began to soften and
finally
slipped from her warm and wet sheath.
She stared into his eyes, her anger spent along with her passion. Only the hurt remained.

“
Did you mean what you said?”

He smoothed the hair from her eyes in a tender gesture that surprised her. “Which part?” he asked.

“All of it.”

He didn’t answer right away but shifted so that his weight was no longer bearing down on her. His hands drifted to the swelling of her stomach and he paused there, his big hand resting on the lump where her babies were nestled.
“I would not allow another man to touch what belongs to me,” he answered gravely. “But I would give my life to protect you and my child.”

Cassandra swallowed, remembering Iona’s warning. “There are two babies in there,” she said. “What about the other baby? Would you hurt the one that isn’t yours?”

Tieran frowned and his nostrils flared at her question but she didn’t know if his distaste stemmed from having to answer a difficult question or because he truly found the idea an anathema.
He rose and helped her to her feet.
“We should get back to the compound. It isn’t safe out here.”

She withdrew her hand and he looked back at her. “Answer me, Tieran.” His lips compressed to a tight line and he appeared as if he’d rather chew nails than answer that single question but she had to know. “I will protect my babies with my life. If you plan to take one and snuff out its life, know that I will kill you for trying.”
No matter if
my
heart broke in the process.

“There are some who have counseled me to do exactly that,” he admitted bitterly. “That I have to think of the greater good rather than the life of one person. That I am weak if I allow the seed of another Alpha to draw breath within our clan.” He lifted his tormented gaze to hers and she was struck by the stark misery she saw reflected from his blue eyes. “But the idea of killing anything that is part of you…makes me want to claw my own heart out.”

His admission caused a storm to break loose in her heart and she flung herself into his arms, shocking him with her sudden movement. “It is not weak to protect and nurture a child, no matter who the father is,” she said vehemently against the salty skin of his neck.
“Listen to your heart, Tieran. Your heart is good and strong. You can be the change in this clan
. You don’t have to do everything that has always been done in the past. That’s why there’s so much fighting between the clans. No one even remembers why the clans are fighting. There are frightened women in Clan Janus
who
suffer
unimaginable abuse
simply because they had the misfortune to be born into a clan with an Alpha who is bad. You could be the Alpha to rule them all.” Her breath hitched in her throat as she added with a whisper. 
“
With my help.
Together
…we can change the world.”

Tieran stared into her eyes and she sensed the struggle. She could only imagine what a burden he bore for the clan and she was thankful she wasn’t harnessed to a certain set of ideals or traditions. She was free to think outside of the rigid rules that boxed in the clan with ritual and superstition.
She lifted on her toes to seal her mouth to his but stopped when she felt his muscles tense. In a flash, her own senses went on alert and she put her back to Tieran, staring the same as him into the inky darkness blanketing the forest. The crickets abruptly stopped their singing and an unearthly silence enveloped the glade. Even the slight gurgle of the creek seemed subdued as they strained to listen.

“Can you shift?” he murmured.

“I don’t know,” she answered
truthfully as her heart hammered with fear
. “I’ve never tried twice in such a short time frame.”

“Then we will have to fight,” he returned grimly just as a dark beast emerged from the darkness, a snarl dripping from his red jaws.
Cassandra swallowed a horrified gasp and fought to maintain her composure.

Ulster.

Cassandra felt Tieran change behind her, meeting Ulster’s growl with a warning of his own. The hairs rose on her neck and she shook with fear. Madness shone in Ulster’s eyes as he barely noted Tieran. He was focused on her belly. He cocked his head, as if evaluating her condition, and then swung his big head to regard Tieran who had positioned himself in front of Cassandra, protecting her with his body.
Suddenly, Cassandra felt a presence at her back and she whirled to find herself flanked by more of Ulster’s clan. They’d come for an ambush and Cassandra had played right into their plan.

Panic threatened at the corners of her mind as she calculated their odds of survival when they were clearly outnumbered but she refused to beg or cry. If Ulster planned to take her, she wouldn’t go down without shredding
fur
and bone first.

She concentrated her hatred and rage against Ulster to fuel her transformation. She dropped to the ground and within seconds, she was growling beside Tieran, snarling at Ulster with vicious intent.
She flexed her coiled muscles beneath her fur and reveled in the power thrumming beneath her skin.
She had no doubt that Ulster would show no mercy to Tieran’s pup, that he would likely eat it whole the minute it was free from her body. And Cassandra wasn’t about to let that happen. She was fighting for more than just her life —
 
but the life of her babies. She also knew that Tieran would protect them all with his last breath. The knowledge bolstered her courage and stomped on the weak fingers of fear pulling at her mind.
No one was hurting her babies. Not even the devil himself. She lowered her head at Ulster and snarled deeper, pushing an image of Ulster ripped to pieces into his mind
so he would know exactly what he was asking for by choosing this battle
.
When he didn’t back down or cower, Cassandra felt a sick
glee at the inherent challenge
as
she wouldn’t hold back. She wouldn’t offer mercy.
She wouldn’t stop until
it was finished.

Come and get it, asshole.

And prepare to die.

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Don’t miss the
final
installment of The Breeding Prophecy as Cassandra
and Tieran face Ulster in an epic battle that will end with one winner and one dead as the Breeding Prophecy comes to fruition at the expense of flesh, bone and blood.

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I didn’t hear the door open but I suddenly became aware that I wasn’t alone. The hair on the back of my neck prickled and I slowly turned, praying that I was simply being melodramatic. But somehow I knew before even turning that it was him standing there, blocking my exit and watching me with open hunger.

I turned and my heart jumped into my throat. “What are you doing?” I asked, my voice a high-pitched squeak as I flattened against the opposite wall. “This is the l-ladies room.”

“You smell like honey and rain,” he said, his mouth curving in a sensual line that did weird things to my ability to remain standing. I almost forgot that he was likely a weirdo or psychotic killer but I remembered quickly when he began walking toward me.

“Stop!” I cried, my voice shaking. “Or I’ll scream. Get out and leave me alone and we can just forget this ever happened and you won’t have to go to jail for being a creeper.”

“Forget? And why would I want to do that? It’s taken a century to find you…I’m not about to walk away.”

“W-what? Are you crazy?” I asked, my mouth trembling. Had he said…a century?
Fabulous
. I was locked in a dimly light club bathroom with a crazy person. Hadn’t my evening been crappy enough already? I looked furtively for something I could use as a weapon but aside from throwing soggy paper towel wads his way, I was screwed. This was how it ended, I thought grimly. Savaged by a nutball in a dirty bathroom. Tears pricked my eyes. “I don’t want to die,” I whispered as he strode toward me.

At my whispered plea, he simply smiled darkly and pulled me roughly to him. “Who said anything about dying, sweetling?” he murmured, crushing me against the granite of his chest. “Humans,” he chuckled with amusement even as I stiffened against him. “Such alarmists.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond as his head dipped down and suddenly his lips were moving across mine. He smelled of masculinity and raw power; sex and leather. The heady combination was enough to dampen my fear and sharpen my sudden arousal. He pressed me against the bathroom wall that was covered in profane graffiti and I gasped at the shock of his tongue searching for mine. I clung to him as he ground his hardened length against me through the rough denim of my jeans. I wiggled against the delicious pressure, quickly losing all sense of why this was a bad idea, and simply gave in to the intoxicating feel of being ravaged. Yes, ravaged was a good word for what he was doing to me. There was nothing soft or sweet about the way his hands were roaming my body as if memorizing every curve, every valley. I’d never been so consumed by another person in my life. Every boyfriend or casual sexual relationship I’d ever been in or with had always left me wanting for something deeper, more primal.  He filled his hands with my breasts and when the fabric of my blouse impeded his questing touch, he growled and simply ripped it from my body. I sucked in a shocked breath but trembled at the look of possession in his stare as he openly stared at the way my boobs overfilled the lacy cups of my black bra.

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