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Authors: Delilah Devlin
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wall in mocking indifference. “I’m here. So, talk first. Then I’m going to dust your buddy.”
“Now, you wait a damn minute!” Max stalked across the cell to stand as close to Alec as steel would allow. “We’re here for a reason. This concerns the clan.”
“You know the rules, brother. And you knew what you risked when you brought that parasite here.” He canted his head. “Hell, you know you’re not any more welcome around here than he is—unless he’s your peace offering.”
“Alec…” Max’s voice trailed off in warning.
Stasia wondered at the enmity she sensed between the two. Once, they’d been as close as any two brothers could be. Since returning to Dark Mountain, Alec had kept silent regarding Max other than to say his brother preferred life among the vampires since taking one as a lover.
Stasia had died a little that day. Hope that Max would return to claim her dried up, and a bitter anger filled her. She’d been good enough to fuck, but not to love. Despite her pedigree and rank among the clan, her barren womb placed a ceiling on her aspirations.
“Goddammit, let us out of here!” Max roared.
The tension in the basement was thick enough to taste. The heady mix of male sweat and testosterone had her salivating and fighting the urge to sniff the air and drag the scent deep into her nose to savor it on her tongue.
If they’d faced each other in their animal forms, hackles would be raised and teeth bared. As it was, Max’s square jaw rippled with rage and Alec’s strong back was taut. The rift between the brothers appeared as deep as a mountain chasm.
Her interest piqued at their animosity—as did the edge of sensual tension still gripping her body after Alec’s surprising aggression in the woods.
Max. Alec. Two dominant alphas from the same ancient lineage.
Perhaps they shared more in common than she’d originally thought.
Stasia’s glance rested on one then the other, measuring, assessing. The Max she remembered hadn’t changed—he was still a mountain of ridged, tensed muscle. She’d cupped the hills, licked her way along the valleys and scaled sheer agonizing pleasure when she’d sheathed his enormous cock.
Tonight, Alec didn’t seem so lost in his overpowering shadow.
Physically, both were tall and broad-shouldered, although Alec was leaner of frame. In the glare of the bright bulb, both their faces were harshly etched—both their bodies were held rigid and wary as they circled—only stopped short of a true challenge by the steel cage.
But where Max was dark as a moonless night, Alec was a blond Viking. How he’d hidden that brawn beneath an accountant’s bland façade during his time in vamp territory was a wonder. Stasia swallowed to wet her dry mouth and shifted to ease the ache between her legs.
“Alec!” Max gripped the steel bars so hard his shoulders flexed. “You know I wouldn’t have brought him here if this wasn’t an emergency.”
“Law is law—written for a reason. You taught me that,” he drawled. “Would you really have me ignore a century and a half of tradition on your word? You promised us the breeder. How’s that going?”
A growling hiss sounded behind Max, and the vampire stepped out of the shadows. “Something else you failed to mention, dog-breath?” he lisped around his fangs.
Max rolled his eyes. “Not now, buddy. You know he’s only trying to rile us.”
“Well, it’s working.”
Stasia’s glance roamed the vampire. Leaner than either wolf, his pitch-dark hair and round brown eyes betrayed his Latino heritage. Exotic like a poisonous snake—he drew her fascinated glance. His fangs curved over his lower lip, and the exaggerated ridge of his brow cast a sinister shadow over his eyes. She’d seen vamps before, but not in a long, long time. He was delicious, forbidden—and sexier than she should allow.
Her legs tensed closer, trying to shut off the arousal that wafted like a pungent cloud around her. But her
“Now, you wait a damn minute!” Max stalked across the cell to stand as close to Alec as steel would allow. “We’re here for a reason. This concerns the clan.”
“You know the rules, brother. And you knew what you risked when you brought that parasite here.” He canted his head. “Hell, you know you’re not any more welcome around here than he is—unless he’s your peace offering.”
“Alec…” Max’s voice trailed off in warning.
Stasia wondered at the enmity she sensed between the two. Once, they’d been as close as any two brothers could be. Since returning to Dark Mountain, Alec had kept silent regarding Max other than to say his brother preferred life among the vampires since taking one as a lover.
Stasia had died a little that day. Hope that Max would return to claim her dried up, and a bitter anger filled her. She’d been good enough to fuck, but not to love. Despite her pedigree and rank among the clan, her barren womb placed a ceiling on her aspirations.
“Goddammit, let us out of here!” Max roared.
The tension in the basement was thick enough to taste. The heady mix of male sweat and testosterone had her salivating and fighting the urge to sniff the air and drag the scent deep into her nose to savor it on her tongue.
If they’d faced each other in their animal forms, hackles would be raised and teeth bared. As it was, Max’s square jaw rippled with rage and Alec’s strong back was taut. The rift between the brothers appeared as deep as a mountain chasm.
Her interest piqued at their animosity—as did the edge of sensual tension still gripping her body after Alec’s surprising aggression in the woods.
Max. Alec. Two dominant alphas from the same ancient lineage.
Perhaps they shared more in common than she’d originally thought.
Stasia’s glance rested on one then the other, measuring, assessing. The Max she remembered hadn’t changed—he was still a mountain of ridged, tensed muscle. She’d cupped the hills, licked her way along the valleys and scaled sheer agonizing pleasure when she’d sheathed his enormous cock.
Tonight, Alec didn’t seem so lost in his overpowering shadow.
Physically, both were tall and broad-shouldered, although Alec was leaner of frame. In the glare of the bright bulb, both their faces were harshly etched—both their bodies were held rigid and wary as they circled—only stopped short of a true challenge by the steel cage.
But where Max was dark as a moonless night, Alec was a blond Viking. How he’d hidden that brawn beneath an accountant’s bland façade during his time in vamp territory was a wonder. Stasia swallowed to wet her dry mouth and shifted to ease the ache between her legs.
“Alec!” Max gripped the steel bars so hard his shoulders flexed. “You know I wouldn’t have brought him here if this wasn’t an emergency.”
“Law is law—written for a reason. You taught me that,” he drawled. “Would you really have me ignore a century and a half of tradition on your word? You promised us the breeder. How’s that going?”
A growling hiss sounded behind Max, and the vampire stepped out of the shadows. “Something else you failed to mention, dog-breath?” he lisped around his fangs.
Max rolled his eyes. “Not now, buddy. You know he’s only trying to rile us.”
“Well, it’s working.”
Stasia’s glance roamed the vampire. Leaner than either wolf, his pitch-dark hair and round brown eyes betrayed his Latino heritage. Exotic like a poisonous snake—he drew her fascinated glance. His fangs curved over his lower lip, and the exaggerated ridge of his brow cast a sinister shadow over his eyes. She’d seen vamps before, but not in a long, long time. He was delicious, forbidden—and sexier than she should allow.
Her legs tensed closer, trying to shut off the arousal that wafted like a pungent cloud around her. But her
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