Read Bad Moon Rising - Paranormal Romance Online
Authors: Lorraine Kennedy
Bad Moon Rising - Paranormal Romance (19 page)
Suddenly he was pulling her roughly - almost violently, into his arms. She was crushed to his chest as his lips claimed her mouth, his tongue sending shivers of desire racing through her until she was sure she would melt.
His passionate hunger left her trembling with need. More than anything, she wanted to be consumed by the intensity of the moment. Her tongue danced with his, telling him without words that she welcomed him - craved him.
He broke the kiss and buried his face in her hair. Brushing her hair aside, he ran his tongue along the pulsating artery in her neck, making his way to her ear.
When she felt his hot breath in her ear, it sent a new wave of fire coursing through her veins.
“Mya … we can’t let this go too far,” he said in a low - husky voice.
“Why?” she gasped.
He said nothing, but continued to hold her close, his lips searing a trail down her neck.
“David,” she moaned.
He stopped kissing her. His large hand cradled her head against his chest. “Sweetheart, if I could … I would eat you up.”
“Please do.” she lifted her head and kissed his jaw line.
“If we let this happen, you’ll hate yourself later … and me,” he said, stroking her hair.
“Is it because you don’t think it’s real … that it’s just some kind of spell? You don’t really believe that do you?” Mya’s voice trembled with pent up passion.
When she felt his body stiffen, she knew that the moment was gone. She would never know what might have happened between them.
“Thanks for staying here with me,” he said, releasing her.
“Thanks for staying … but you want me to go now. Is that what you mean?” Mya’s voice was tight.
“It would be best,” he said, looking away.
The pain of his rejection was so intense that it actually felt as if someone were squeezing her heart. She was angry with him, and she was angry with herself. David was one man that could shift from hot to cold so fast that he made her head spin. Although she knew this, she couldn’t help but crave his touch.
Sighing, Mya sat up on the edge of the bed with her back to him. “I’ll go, but I want you to know that I don’t believe in any of this. I don’t think witchery is the reason we were brought together.”
“What else could it be?”
She turned to look at him. “Are you saying that you could not be attracted to me unless you were under some kind of spell?”
He shook his head. “That’s not what I’m saying at all. I’ve had many women, but none that have been able to get into my head like you have. It’s just too bizarre and too much of a coincidence.”
“David … tell me that you don’t believe I was fathered by a demon for the purpose of destroying you. I mean Really!”
His silence was deafening. All of the sudden she didn’t want to hear what he might say.
“What happened to you anyway?” Mya asked, pointing to the bandage on his upper chest.
He stared at her for a long time before answering. “I was shot.”
“Shot!” Mya’s lips parted in surprise. “Why didn’t you go to the hospital? Did you tell the police? Who did it?” She fired off questions one right after the other.
David sighed. “I’ll be fine. It’s just a good thing for me that they were a terrible aim.”
Mya pursed her lips together in frustration. If he wanted to be difficult, she wasn’t going to argue with him.
As much as she feared what he might say, she had to tell him what she’d come for. “I actually had a reason for coming here.”
“Hmm … let me guess. You come here to arrest me.” The corners of his lips lifted in a half smile.
Mya rolled her eyes. “Why do you say that? Should you be arrested for something?”
David clucked his tongue. “Always the cop.”
She gave him a sour look. “I’m not actually a cop yet.”
“Maybe not, but you sure do like playing detective,” he teased.
Ignoring the jibe, Mya asked, “How much do you know about my past. I mean you must know something … or why else would you believe this witchery stuff?”
“Could be,” he shrugged. “What is it that you want to know?”
“Trent Metzger told me that I am adopted and that my real mother was held prisoner on this reservation and died. What do you know about that?”
“It’s true … you were adopted. I don’t know much about your real mother, but like everyone else … I’ve heard the stories,” he confessed.
“What stories? You have obviously heard the story about me being fathered by a demon?” Mya did not even bother to hide the fact that she thought the idea was ridiculous. More than likely Lucy was raped, but Mya wasn’t swallowing the part about it being a demon.
“You don’t think so?” he frowned.
Mya jumped off the bed and started pacing. “Oh come on David! Witches that can disguise themselves as animals … demons! I don’t get how anyone could believe this stuff.”
“There’s so much that you don’t know Mya,” he sighed heavily. “There’s more to reality than what you could ever dream of.”
“So you are telling me it’s all true?” Mya asked.
David shifted his eyes so that he was not looking directly at her. “As far as I know … yes.”
“Is that why your people here treat me like I have the plague? And those women that were here … they were sure hostile. Who were they anyway?” Mya asked. She was aware that it wasn’t any of her business who those girls were, but she’d been dying to ask him about them.
“One of them will become my mate,” he told her in such a matter of fact tone that it shocked her almost more than his words. “Right now they are competing for that position.”
Mya swallowed the lump that was closing off her throat. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing. “You have girlfriends out there while you were in here with me?”
Dipping his head slightly, he said, “I told you that you would hate yourself if we made love. I was right wasn’t I?”
Mya spun on her heels, ready to flee from him and the pain that was stabbing into her heart, but he sprang from the bed, stopping her with a tight grip around her arm. “Wait!”
“Wait for what?” she glared at him.
“Mya … I’ve been trying to tell you. There are a lot of reasons why we can’t be together. This is just one of them.”
“No problem. I mean … what does it matter to me? I barely know you.” She spit the words at him with a hateful vengeance, while trying to jerk her arm free of his vice-like grip.
“You are lying,” he hissed. “I can see that you’re hurt.”
Mya stopped struggling. “Let go of me please.”
David didn’t seem to hear her. “But you are right about one thing. It shouldn’t matter to you. You have been getting cuddly with the skinwalkers … especially one in particular.”
“Oh … I suppose you mean Trent Metzger.” Mya’s eyes widened with mock innocence. “Well what I do, and who I do it with … is my business,” she added, her scathing eyes never wavering from his.
David let go of her so fast that she nearly fell backward. “Then go have your skinwalker lover,” he said through clenched teeth.
Mya turned to leave, but what he said next had her rooted in place.
“Tell Trent that I said hello … and that I owe him a bullet or something else,” David snarled.
Slowly Mya turned to face him, shocked by the fury that she saw leaping from his silver eyes. “Are you trying to tell me that Trent is the one that shot you?”
“Take it any way you’d like.” His words were icy and abrupt.
For the first time she noticed that without the blankets to cover him, he was completely naked. Even in her anger, she could not ignore his tempting male body. Her eyes traveled to below his waist and she was captivated by his pure male physique. He was so much more than any guy she’d known before. Her gaze lingered just a little too long and she felt her pulse quicken.
She forced herself to look up, and when she did, her eyes clashed with his. She saw the ice in them melting, replaced by pure - unadulterated desire.
“But Trent shot a wolf,” she said in a voice so low that it was almost a whisper.
“Did he? Are you sure?” David’s eyes never left hers.
Backing away from him, Mya shook her head furiously. “You’re crazy! You’re all crazy!” she cried. Mya ran from the room before he could stop her.
Even as she ran, she knew that it was not because she wanted to escape him. She was running to escape her emotions, and the need for him that she could no longer control. Though she was still not ready to admit it, Mya was also trying to escape the truth that had been staring her right in the face the whole time - the truth about what the
Sinapu
were.
Though the lights were on in the living room, the house was empty. Mya didn’t take the time to look for anyone. She burst out the front door and scrambled to her car. There had been something in his voice and the way he had looked at her that she found terrifying.
Mya turned her car around and flew through the village much faster than what she should have, but it was a long time until dawn and no one was out and about. Dust billowed up behind the car as she sped down the dirt road. She just wanted to get away - away from his dark words and her own unfathomable need to be with him.
She was expecting to see a rental car parked at her trailer, but there was only Donny’s patrol car. It was a little strange that her parents hadn’t made it in yet, but Mya brushed it off. They probably just took a later flight.
Mya headed straight for the shower, tiptoeing through the living room so she wouldn’t wake Jen. She was too physically and emotionally exhausted to deal with anymore at the moment. A quick shower and a few more hours of sleep, and she’d be ready to unravel it all, but not now. Mya wouldn’t even let herself think about what David had said.
* * *
It was late morning before she managed to pry her eyes open. A sideward glance at her digital alarm clock told her that she was late for work, but she didn’t care. If Donny had been all that worried about it, her phone would have been ringing hours ago.
Mya lay in bed, not wanting to move. If she did, she would have to face all of the things that she’d learned in the last couple of days. It was all so surreal that she felt as if she were living some kind of strange nightmare that kept getting weirder by the moment. Not only had she found that she’d been adopted, but now David was claiming that he’d been the wolf that Trent tried to kill.
He wasn’t saying that it had been some kind of transformation of consciousness, but that he’d actually been a wolf.
It had to be some kind of coincidence that David had been shot around the same time that Trent tried to kill the wolf. What else could it be?
He is the wolf!
The truth pounded through her head, no matter how hard she tried to push it away.
Trent had spoken to the animal as if it could understand what he was saying. But still, these had to be coincidences. If she were to accept that a man could literally become a wolf, wouldn’t she also have to accept that it was at least a possibility that her father was a demon?
Mya tried to banish the thoughts that were twirling around in her head, but it was futile. She would never be able to rest until she found the truth.
Finally something did pierce through her confusion. Everything was completely and utterly silent. Jen had to be awake by now, but she couldn’t hear her friend moving around like she usually could.
Mya rolled out of bed and opened the door. The kitchen and living room were empty. Barefoot, she padded through the kitchen, checking the counter and fridge for a note, but there wasn’t one. Apparently Jen hadn’t thought it necessary to let Mya know where she was going, not that she could blame her. She’d been gone a lot since Jen had arrived.
Something had changed between them. The two of them didn’t seem to be as close as they once were. For some reason she couldn’t bring herself to confide in Jen like she used to.
Mya opened the fridge and took out a quart of orange juice. It wasn’t much, but a glass of orange juice for breakfast was better than nothing at all. There was a loud pounding on the door and she nearly let the glass slip from her hand.
Before she had a chance to go to the door, Donny stepped inside. “Why haven’t you been answering your phone?”
Mya was shocked that the door wasn’t locked. In her muddled emotional state the night before, she must have forgotten to lock it before going to bed.
“No one’s called,” she told him, setting the glass of orange juice on the counter.
“I’ve been calling all morning. I was wondering if you’d heard from Joan and Steve yet? But I guess if your phone hasn’t rang … you haven’t.”
“Wait, let me go check,” Mya said, heading back to her bedroom. Digging through her purse, she found her phone, but it wasn’t on. Funny, she didn’t remember turning it off. Her thoughts strayed to David and she wondered if he or one of his friends had turned her phone off while she slept.
Mya held the button down and waited for it to come on. Sure enough, there were seven missed calls from Donny, but none from her mom. She was still viewing her missed calls when she returned to the living room.
“Yours are here, but there’s nothing from my mom.”
“Well they’re flight landed last night. They should have been here by now.” The lines around Donny’s glassy eyes made him look even more fatigued than normal.