Dark Wolf Unbound (Heart of the Shifter #2)(13)

Abby walked around the vehicle, her footsteps almost silent in the deep  moss. He turned his head to watch her approach, every muscle in his body  taut. She looked right at him, her green eyes steady on his face as she  neared him. He caught his breath, his heart thudding almost painfully.  She was so beautiful …  No, she was so much more than beautiful. She was  light, she was love, she was courage, and she was peace...peace he  didn't deserve.

She came to a stop in front of him, searching his face.

His fingers tightened on the gun, pressing the muzzle into his ribs,  angling it toward his heart. "Don't sing," he warned her. "Don't do it."

She said nothing. She just stood there, studying him. He felt as though  she were peeling aside all his layers and exposing the coarse ugliness  of his core. He didn't want her to see it. Despite what she'd been  through, there was a beauty and purity to her soul that still glittered  with life. He didn't want to be the one to finally wipe it out by  tainting her with his rotten core. "I think," he said, forcing out the  words, "that it would be best if I went on without you. I'll find Seth  and bring him back. You go to my place and hole up. It's safe. I'll meet  you there."

"Shut up." She grasped the waistband of his jeans, twisting her fingers in the denim. "Just for one second, shut up."

He ignored her. "You're not safe with me. I have to do what's right and that's-"

She grabbed his shoulders, stood on her tiptoes, and kissed him.





Chapter 7





Jace froze. Her lips were warm and soft, tasting faintly like honey or  vanilla, or something sweet. Her mouth was inviting, a sensual  temptation that tore through all his safeguards and plunged right to his  gut.

He wanted to shove her away from him. He knew that was the only responsible choice. He wanted to be a man he could respect.

But he was so starved for what she gave him that there was no way for  him to resist it. He released the gun, and immediately wrapped his arms  around her and dragged her against him. Her body was like heavenly sin  when she melted against him. With his shirt tied around his ankle as a  makeshift splint, the only thing between them was her thin top. He  tunneled his hand through her hair, glorifying in the sensation of the  silken strands sliding across his fingers.

She slid her arms behind his neck, holding tight, pulling him toward  her, still kissing him, coaxing him to respond, to give her what she  wanted from him.

He was completely unable to deny her when his need was pouring through  him just as strongly. He angled his head and kissed her back, deeply,  intensely, offering her what little value there still was in his soul.  He couldn't believe how incredible she tasted, how soft her lips were,  and how much heat burned through him from her kiss.

He wanted more. He wanted every part of her. He needed to claim her for  his own, to protect and cherish her for all eternity. He'd never held  anything so innocent and beautiful in his arms before, and he didn't  want to ever release her. She was the light he'd been searching for his  entire life, a confirmation that he'd been right to stay alive all these  years. He palmed her hips, sliding his hands over the curves of her  ass, his cock going rock hard at the feel of her body beneath his hands.                       
       
           



       

He'd been with women before, but he'd been only partially present,  always looking over his shoulder for a threat, or thinking about how to  better serve his pack. But in this moment, with Abby in his arms, with  her scent wrapped around him, with her body entangled with his, there  was no room for anything but her. Everything else simply faded away,  until all that was left was how badly he wanted her, and how much he  needed to safeguard her.

She made a small noise of pleasure in the back of her throat, a sensual  purr that awoke his wolf. It roared to life, howling through him as it  greedily absorbed every essence of her. His wolf wasn't violent this  time, however. It was pure male, driven by a primal instinct to connect  with her as a woman.

Driven by the call of his wolf, Jace tightened his grip on her and  deepened the kiss, claiming her on every level of her being, taking over  the kiss. His moral code that demanded he keep his distance from her  vanished, swept away by the sheer intensity of his need for her, and his  lupine instinct to claim her. She didn't resist, melting into him,  accepting his need, welcoming his demands. She was utterly open to him,  trusting him, offering him whatever he wanted.

Her refusal to protect herself from him incited his need to shield her.  The softer she was around him, the fiercer his need to ensure her safety  became. He didn't want her to lose that softness, to shun it in favor  of the hard shields he lived by. She was too entrancing the way she was,  too perfect, too real. She touched a part of him that he'd shut down  long ago, a part that wanted to live and breathe so badly he couldn't  suppress it now that she'd awakened it.

Her hands moved to his side, and her fingers bumped the gun in his  pocket. When the cold steel pressed against his side, reality pierced  the bubble she'd woven around him. He was so dangerous he'd had a gun  trained on his own ribs, and now he was pouring himself into a kiss with  the woman whose life he had destroyed?

Swearing, he broke the kiss, pushing her back from him. "I can't do  this," he gasped, his voice raw, his entire body burning with the need  to drag her back into his arms. "Don't you understand what I am?" Her  cheeks were flushed, her expression so completely kissable that he swore  again. "Hell, Abby, I'm not the good guy. I can't be honorable when you  look at me like that."

She moved closer to him, and he stiffened, forcing his hands behind his  head so he couldn't reach for her. He locked his fingers together,  trapping himself as she rested her fingers on his bare chest.

She looked up at him. "I've seen evil," she said. "I've tasted it. You're not it."

"I know I'm not evil," he said, trying to catch his breath as she traced  designs on his chest. "But I'm a killer. I'm weak, unable to control my  wolf. You're not safe with me."

"I am." She framed his face with her hands, forcing him to look at her.  "The song caught you off guard before. You didn't have time to prepare,  and you had no emotional connection with my sister. That's why it was  able to incite you like that." She smiled, a smile so tender that  something twisted inside Jace. "But you know about it now, and you have a  connection to me. You won't kill me."

Jace wanted to be the guy she believed in. He'd once thought he was. But  he knew better now. He released his hands and clasped hers, pressing a  kiss to her fingertips. "Since I was born, I've known my reason for  existence was to protect those who needed it."

She nodded. "I can see that."

"I created my own pack of outsiders, because I knew no one else could  help them. I was the guy who could save them." He pressed her hand to  his heart, as if that would help her understand exactly how deeply he  lived his words. "My entire being is focused on protecting others. Every  living creature that crosses my path automatically falls under that  protection. My connection to them is instant. That's what has enabled me  to kill the few wolves that I've had to destroy, because they were  predators who could not be cured of their bloodlust, and my job is  protection." He'd never tried to explain himself before, but with Abby,  he wanted to. He needed to. He needed someone to understand what drove  him, so that his legacy would not die with him.

Empathy flickered across Abby's face. "I know," she said. "I could tell  the moment I heard your voice on my grandmother's doorstep. That's why I  came after you."

"No, don't." He brushed his fingers over her lips, silencing her. "What  I'm trying to say is that I don't need to know someone personally to  have that connection with them. It's instant and complete. I had it with  your sister by virtue of the fact that she was a living creature...and  yet I killed her anyway." He tightened his grip on her hands. "That song  overruled everything that has defined me for my entire life. Protection  of innocents is all that matters to me, and the song broke that. No  matter how much you want to believe in me, you can't do it. I'm too  dangerous. Do you understand?"                       
       
           



       

Abby searched his face for a long moment, not answering. As the silence  stretched on, a great yearning awoke inside him, a longing to have her  refuse to accept his declaration. But at the same time, the yearning  also awakened a rising fear in him that she would give him what he  wanted. If she believed in him and gave him a chance, he knew he'd take  it...and that would endanger her, and so many others. His soul burned  for her to believe in him, but his moral code needed her to condemn him.