Defying Destiny

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Authors: Olivia Downing
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    voice sounded from the side of the house.
    “Nash!” she managed to scream.
    As Nash rounded the building, the
    three Wolves swiveled their heads in his
    direction. He didn’t even raise his voice
    and they scattered with their tails between
    their legs. A sharp pain pierced her
    shoulder as the Wolf pinning her to the
    wall scratched her in its haste to flee.
    “What in the hell?” Nash muttered,
    watching the three Wolves disappear into
    the darkness with narrowed eyes. He
    rushed over to Maralee who staring up at
    the waning gibbous moon rising above the
    trees. Not full. Where had they come
    from? And why had they attacked
    unprovoked?
    “Are you hurt?” he asked, touching her
    face.
    “I think so,” she said shakily. “My
    shoulder.”
    He glanced down at the red stain
    spreading across her white shirt above her
    collarbone. “You’re bleeding,” he said,
    touching the wound with trembling fingers.
    “What were they thinking?”
    By ‘they’, Maralee assumed he meant
    the three hungry Wolves that had tried to
    eat her.
    “That I look tasty?” She laughed
    nervously.
    “I’m sure that’s not it,” he murmured.
    “I’ll have to go after them, but first we
    need to get you inside and treat your
    wound.”
    Go after them? What did he think he
    could do against three malicious Wolves?
    He wrapped an arm around her back
    and urged her forward. She stumbled on
    wobbly knees. Without a shred of
    hesitation, Nash scooped her up into his
    arms and carried her towards the front
    door.
    “This isn’t necessary,” she said,
    though she clung to him and snuggled into
    his warmth. “If I’d had my sword—”
    “You would have killed those boys,”
    Nash said. “Do you really think that’s the
    answer?”
    “If you hadn’t shown up, they would
    have killed me. I have a right to defend
    myself!”
    “If they wanted to kill you, you’d
    already be dead,” he said. “Still, I can’t
    let them get away with this.”
    He carried her into the house and set
    her down near the fire on the bearskin rug.
    His fingers found the buttons of her shirt
    and began unfastening them. She caught his
    hand.
    “What do you think you are doing?”
    she sputtered.
    “Treating your wound.”
    He stared at her for a moment and her
    hand dropped. He finished unbuttoning her
    shirt, pushed the fabric from her shoulder,
    and looked at the wound. Blood leaked
    from three parallel gashes. Maralee was
    more concerned that her bustier was in
    plain view, but his eyes did not stray to
    the curve of her breasts swelling above
    her underclothes. She squelched her
    disappointment. Proper young ladies
    didn’t want men to ogle their partial
    nakedness. Did they?
    “This is pretty deep,” he said, touching
    the area just beside the three long
    scratches that marred her skin.
    “It’s not bad,” she said breathlessly.
    He didn’t respond, but instead
    lowered his head and drew his tongue
    over the wound.
    Maralee stiffened. “What are you
    doing?”
    “This needs to be cleaned.” He
    glanced up at her with concern.
    He can’t be serious.
    She stared at him, too shocked to
    voice a complaint. He lowered his head
    again, lapped up the excess blood, and
    then licked the wound with slow, gentle,
    methodical strokes. He continued until the
    painful sting had lessened to nothing and
    the bleeding had stopped. Maralee was
    lost in the feel of his tongue against her
    flesh. Her breasts felt oddly heavy, their
    tips taut with need. She wondered what
    his tongue would feel like against her
    nipples and shuddered.
    “Are you cold?” he asked, looking up
    at her again.
    Couldn’t he tell she was on fire? She
    moved away from him, flushing with
    embarrassment. “I’m all right,” she said,
    turning her back to him. She gripped the
    sides of her shirt before her, hiding the
    evidence of her arousal.
    “I’ll be gone for a little while,” he
    said and climbed to his feet.
    She looked up at him, her eyes on his
    mouth,

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