Darkest Before Dawn (A Guardian's Diary Book 1)(51)

“Did I meet you?”

“No,” he said with a sexy smile that made me think otherwise. “But I knew I’d have you if you hadn’t been among the dead here.”

“Nice, so you plotted my deflowering before you even met me?”



“I never take chances. I did way more than plan your deflowering since I hadn’t expected you to have a flower,” he replied with a husky timbre and heat in his eyes.

“Right,” I said as I spun around to find my dad had been laid out on a makeshift slab. “He knew what I was, and what my mother was.”

“He was a very smart man,” Shamus said as he stood beside me. “He did this entire shelter alone, and he finished it without asking for help or more money than was needed to get this place operational. He was intelligent enough to know that you were special before anyone else did. He sent me a letter when you graduated high school, and he said you had started a job in the medical field, and that you’d be an asset to my people should anything happen to him.”

“So what do you know of Sentinels?” I asked Shamus.

“Nothing, nothing except rumors and myth,” he answered, and dismissed me.

“It looks like you all got pretty up close and personal with some rumors and myths today,” I quipped, and Shamus rolled his eyes and a made a rude noise. “So what do we know of the rogue wolves?” I countered.

“Jaeden shared with me what he told you; we don’t know much beyond that. Information keeps coming in all the time, so we are always reassessing.” He shrugged.

 “I haven’t made it through all of the tapes, the ones my mother made and hid,” I whispered as the implications of what she’d been up to filtered through me. “There’s a little information on one of the tapes that has some stuff about the wolves, not much though, but maybe one of the others might have more.” I shook my head sadly as I looked at my dad’s body. “The entire time she was with him, she was planning his death.”

“You can’t know that,” Shamus said.

“No, I wouldn’t have known that, but she was cocky. She documented everything. It is rambling and I don’t understand most of it, but it may be the way we figure out where she is and what her plans are.”

“Maybe,” Jaeden said cautiously. “Right now, Emma, we need to bury your father.”

I turned around and looked at the man who’d raised me. He’d done it right, and he’d never asked for anything. He had even figured out what I was, and kept detailed notes. I’m not sure if he ever meant to show them to me, but I was going to go through every journal to see what he had discovered about me and what he knew of my mom’s plans. He’d protected so many people and our little town, and he’d only been a mere mortal. He figured out a lot of what was going to happen; he knew he couldn’t stop it, but he still did what he could to save people. And they’d repaid him by calling him crazy.

I knew there was no easy way to figure it out, and I was going to have to listen to those damn tapes sooner or later. I’d spent so much time grieving for her that it seemed unreal that she was back, and a total psycho.

The funeral service that Addy planned had been beautiful, but what Jaeden and the men had done brought fresh tears to my eyes. Some of Lachlan’s men played the bagpipes, while Jaeden and his men had built a Viking funeral pyre. Instead of the ship, they settled for building a scaffold over what looked like a tomb, overlooking the shelter that he’d built. Sage had been placed on the scaffolding, and he’d been placed on top of that so when the torch was set to the pyre, his ashes would drop to the tomb below.

It was a surreal thing to watch, and know that I was finally able to bury him. I’d thought him dead this entire time, but at some point he had run into her. Now she had my brother, and the knowledge that she did was sickening.

The funeral wrapped up and Jaeden made his way to me with a purpose in his stride. “Emma, come,” he said as he grabbed my hand and pulled me behind him.

We’d just cleared the trees when he pulled me against him and kissed away the tears on my cheeks. “I hated watching you today. That shit can’t happen again,” he ordered.



“You’re not my boss; not here, not now.”

“We will see about that,” he grinned. “I’m taking you home with me, so go say your goodbyes. I want you tonight, and you gave me your word, so go be a good girl and let them know you won’t be home until tomorrow night. I’m about to show you what it really means to be fucked by someone like me, little girl.”

He swatted my ass as I turned to go do as he asked. Addy was giddy at the fact that I was going to be gone for a night, and Kyra had agreed to hold down the fort since Maggie was still in the common room, recovering. I gave Lachlan last-minute instructions that he would probably ignore and do what he felt was best, and with that, I left hand in hand with Jaeden.

It wasn’t until we reached his room that I started doubting coming here. He walked us in and closed the door, sealing us in as he locked it.

“Last time was nice, but I’m not promising that. I’m going to fuck you until those pretty little toes curl.” The carnal grin playing about his lips held a world of promise in it.

“Is that so?” I asked, sultry as friggin’ hell. I blinked at my tone.

“Oh yes, Emma, because I’m pretty damn sure you’re immortal, so I don’t plan on being gentle in my fucking.”

“You called what you did before, gentle?” I turned my back on him with a naughty grin on my lips.

“Yes,” he growled as he pushed me away from the door with his body. “I’m going to push you until you want me to stop; no, you’ll beg me to stop.” His hands slipped down my sides, to my hips as he slowly pushed me with his body towards the bed. His lips and nose softly grazed my neck. “I won’t, of course, because you’re mine now, Emma. I made you into a woman last time and now I’m going to make you into my pretty little fuck toy,” his lips fanned my ear, as he cupped and tested the weight of my breasts. “I’m going to bring you to the edge of orgasm, but I won’t let you fall,” his mouth drifted over and kissed the flesh at the nape of my neck. His voice was a soft growl that sent a little shock through my body. “Not for the first couple of times, and your body is going to want it, crave it even,” his hand slipped around and cupped my already throbbing sex.

“You’re going to try and stop it from happening, and it’s going to add to your excitement, because it’s going to let me know that you’re ready to succumb to it, but I know when to pull away, when to wait it out,” he pressed his fingers against the wetness he was creating and smiled against my neck. “You’ll beg me to come, and your body will become sensitive and that sweet pussy will want to be punished more, until it’s a soaking fucking mess for me to feast upon. You’re going to realize how fucking helpless you are, and how much you want and need to come.” His tongue swirled where his lips had just been, sending a shiver racing down my skin with anticipation. “It’s going to be a slow tease, a merciless one that courses through your body. By the time I’m finished with you, you’ll whimper and shiver as you are kept at the height of desire.”

I swallowed a moan, but it came out anyways, as a needy gasp. He stepped closer, and his eyes turned red as his fangs slid from his gums abruptly. “No hiding what I am tonight, Emma. Tonight you get me, faults and all. I’m fucking dirty and I have a filthy mouth but I’m good with it. I’m going to give you one orgasm because I smell it on you already, building for me just from my words alone. After that, I’m going to torture you and make that pussy weep to come for me. Only then will I fuck it, and not just once, Emma, but for the next twenty four hours straight, you’ll be in my bed with me, coming as I see fit.”

I gulped down air, unable to get enough. He moved with inhuman speed. His hands were rough but it was okay; I wanted it rough, and I wanted everything he said he would do to me—everything and more. My clothes had been stripped from my body as well as my bra. I shook with the knowledge that he’d removed it all in a blink of an eye. He left my panties on and flipped me up onto the bed, sitting on all fours.

It wasn’t until I was on the bed, and had my ass in the air, fully exposed to him that he growled his approval from deep in his chest. His hands grazed over my ass and lower, to the soaking mess his dirty mouth had created. He ripped the panties off, and placed them in his pocket as if he’d wanted them as a trophy. He parted my flesh and allowed his fingers to sink in slowly, until they were buried inside of me, and then he pulled them out…slowly. He leaned over me, and placed his one hand under my chin as he lifted my face until I was forced to look at him.

“Good girl,” he whispered with a hoarse voice. “I think you like this a lot. Being at my mercy, begging me to allow you to come. I have dreamt of this sweet pussy being soaking wet and weeping with the need to be fucked since the last time I had you here. I imagined how hard I would fuck it, and how loud you’d scream for me.”