Wolf's Soul (13 page)

He couldn"t get enough of her. Right that moment, he wanted her naked again and him on top making hot love with her.

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A flash of lightning lit the room jarring Callum"s mind back to the task at hand. He ended the kiss abruptly and looked at Marisol. Her lips were wet and swollen from his kisses. Keeping his hands on her shoulders to keep their distance lest he lost control again, he said, “Leave the worrying to me, baby. Get to bed. I"ll see you tomorrow.” He didn"t wait for Marisol to reply. Quickly, before his dick ruled his mind again, he walked out the room and closed the door. He strode into Mark"s study, grabbed the back of the chair with a black leather covered seat, picked it up with one hand, carried it and walked back outside Marisol"s bedroom.

He shoved the chair in front of the closed door and then sat on it. Fuck! Not even a day and he already tasted Mari. Why the in fucking world did he let it happen?

Hell, it happened because he let his cock dictate his actions. And Mari…Damn, he could smell her. Like a bitch, she was in heat.

Callum rubbed his face with his hands, unable to believe what just happened. This wasn"t what he had in mind when he came running here. Okay, he"d been fantasizing about Marisol, but he didn"t think he"d actually touch her.

Damn it. His brothers gave him the job of taking the sword from Marisol not pleasuring her. They made an exception when he befriended Mark because he already knew about the Shape-shifters" existence and he was valuable to the clan.

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they found out what he had done, they would definitely kick his ass. And maybe kick him out of the clan.

Thunder rumbled from the distance. He knew it wouldn"t take long for Atos to find Marisol"s home. The dip shit knew how to mingle with humans and get information. In fact, he wouldn"t be surprised if they already knew where Marisol lived. She must be the only vet"s daughter in this town. Easy to find, to track. It had been a month since Atos viciously attacked Mark. Atos wouldn"t wait any longer. Dust had already settled. Atos was done biding his time. He would come for Marisol. Deep inside his bones, he could feel their presence. The Blood Robbers were near. Their foul smell spoiled the air.

Less than two hours later, three bastards broke in and began prowling inside the barn. Callum wasn"t surprised. Behind a shelf full of pots, he watched the SOBs sniff and touch everything in the room.

Surprise, surprise. What took them so long?
He must let Mari know she had unwanted visitors. There must be a place where she could hide or run to. He would fight these assholes, but not when Mari was around. Without making any noise, he quickly went back to Marisol"s room.

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Marisol moaned and arched her back. The sun beating against her skin felt so good. It had been raining for weeks. She needed this break. Her body sank deeper into the sand when a hard torso pressed on top of her. Wet and warm mouth clamped on her nipple while gentle expert fingers stroke her achy flesh.

“Oh yeah.”

“Marisol,”

“Mmmm.”

“Baby, wake up.”

“Please. Don"t—” A hand covered half of her face.

“Wake up.”

Marisol opened her eyes. Sunshine, salty scent in the air, lapping waves quickly disappeared replaced by darkness. What the heck? She didn"t have to look around to find out that she wasn"t at the beach at all, but in a dark room with a dark shadow looming above her. Heart thudding against her chest, she tried to scream but couldn"t. She swung her fist instead and connected it to a hard cheekbone.

“Owww! God damn it, Marisol. It"s me.” Callum buried his face on the pillow muffling his groan.

“Callum? Oh, I"m sorry.” She sat up and tucked her hair behind her ears. “I, I was dreaming…What a dream.”

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“Later, tell me all about it. I"m curious.”

Marisol was glad the room was dark. At least Callum couldn"t see how embarrassed she felt at the moment. “Did I say something?”

“Yes. Even in your sleep you talk out loud.”

“Well, it was a vivid dream.”

“I bet. You were moaning.”

“Oh god.”

“You awake?”

“I think so. What are you doing here? Did you have a nightmare or something? You scared me.”

“Scared? I"ll remember to wake you up with a long stick next time.”

Marisol smiled. She"d hit him so hard she bet he"d have a shiner tomorrow.

“Sorry. Is it morning already?”

“Dawn.”

“Too early.”

“It"ll be too late if you don"t get up now. Get up. Get dress. Be quick, please.”

“Are we leaving? I haven"t had my coffee. I need at least a cup in the morning to get me going so I—”

“Later, baby. You need to get up. Hey, look at me. We have more important things to do right now.”

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“And that is…”

“To make sure we stay alive. Baby, Blood Robbers are here. Atos found you.”

“What?” A strong cup of coffee in the morning to keep her moving was nothing compared to that bit of news. She was wide awake now.

Callum"s big hand clamped on her mouth again. “Quiet. Baby, they are here.”

“Whadintyouayso? Ohmygod.”

With the help of the moon shining through her lacy curtain, she saw Callum smiled before removing his hand off her mouth. “Now you know. Is there a place for you to hide other than this room?”

“No.”

“Shit. Okay. No matter what you hear, you stay here. Keep your back against the wall and make sure whoever or whatever walks in that door stays in front of you. And baby, get your sword. Got that?”

“Sword. Keep the whatnots in front of me. Got it.”

“Don"t leave this room. I"ll be right back.”

“Okay.”

“Stay here, beautiful.”

Callum gave her a quick no nonsense kiss. Before she could say anything Callum was gone. Bounding off her bed, she kneeled on the floor then reached under the belly of her bed. Her father installed hooks under there where she kept 139

the sword. Her fingers touched the cold leather scabbard right away. It had been months since she"d unsheathed and practiced wielding the sword, but she was nowhere near being rusty.

A loud crash reached her ears.

Atos. If it’s you in my house. You won’t get out of here alive.

Quickly, she removed the scabbard off the hooks. Gripping the handle, she pulled the sword out of its sheath. The metal gleamed in the dark. Holy mackerel, why did it feel so great to hold this sword? Was it because of the magic it held?

Whatever power this thing possessed, she"d use it to her advantage.

In the far corner of the room, she stood with her back plastered on the wall.

She did what Callum instructed. She directed her eyes on the door and waited. If someone other than Callum walked in, she"d kill him.

A couple heartbeats went by. Still, Marisol waited. Awful sounds of something breaking made her cringe. What if there were a dozen Blood Robbers trying to turn Callum into minced meat? Oh my god. He could be bleeding again.

She hoped not. Damn it. She hated standing there not knowing what was happening. More so, she hated waiting.

I don’t have to, do I? Why wait here when I can go down and help?

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He could smell their stench. They reeked of blood. And not of animals either. From where he stood, Callum watched the three Blood Robbers. Atos"s brother, Pic and his runners. The fucking assholes made a kill before coming here.

It was dark in the barn, but he could see them as if the sun was high and shining inside. These ones were good fighters.
Fuck. This is gonna be one hell of a fight.

Callum came out of his hiding. “You won"t find carcasses with maggots here.”

The bastards stopped sniffing around and turned to look at him. It never failed to amaze him how these motherfuckers were born to look like angels.

Women were often blinded by their charms and wit. Little that they know these Blood Robbers were evil made from hell. Fuckers. The one asshole closest to him dropped a vase on the floor.

“Oopps. Shit happens.”

The crashing sound was so loud Callum was sure Marisol heard it.

“Stop fucking touching anything. You"re leaving filthy imprints all over this place”.

“Ah, what a surprise. Callum Dyrdek is alive. Fancy meeting you here.

Survived the cut, huh? Oh, let me guess. The vet"s daughter helped you live using the poultice?”

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Callum wanted to wipe away the smug on his face with his fist. “Unlike you, Pic, I don"t give up easily.”

Simultaneously, the three let out a laugh that sounded more like a snarl.

“Good. I like it when I have to fight for my food.”

“Who the fuck are you fooling, Junco. You never fight for your food. You prefer rotten meat. I can smell the stink coming out of your pores.” He fought the bastard before. Unfortunately, he escaped. Not this time. He dared come in Marisol"s barn.
Now it’s personal.

The three started to move forward like predators ready to make a kill. They were as tall as him, sylphlike, and without a doubt had their shares of experiences in battle. These Blood Robbers were fast and skilled in capturing their victims.

“You talk too much, Midnight Howl. Like the drunken whore I just had for dinner.”

“You"re pathetic. Going after those who couldn"t defend themselves. You"re a coward.”

“Boss, want me to make him howl for his life?”

“No, Raul. I don"t want this one howling. Hate the sound.” To Callum, he said. “This time you will die, Midnight Howl,” Pic"s tone of voice could freeze even the hottest part of hell.

“Not if I lopped your heads off first.”

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Suddenly fluorescent lights came to life. Through his peripheral view, Callum could see Marisol still wearing her camisole with her nipples visible. Damn it. Well, at least she wore her jeans. He should have known she wouldn"t listen to him. Stubborn woman.

With a quick glance, he saw that his baby held her sword like a swordswoman trained to kill, to defend. Damn woman. And did he just think of her as his baby? “Stay where you are, babe. These three are the bottom feeders.

Unskilled. Filthy. And cowards.” He lied about the unskilled part.

“Fuck you, Midnight Howl.”

Callum gave Pic a benign smile, as if dealing with a temperamental child.

“You"re doing errands for your brother now, Pic?”

“The errand is to bring this nice smelling woman and her sword back to Atos. And since you"re here, faggot. I"ll add ending your pathetic life to the job.

Which I don"t mind doing at all. Glad to find you here. I get the sword and end your life.” Pic sneered before looking at Marisol. His sneer changed into a smile that Callum bet never failed to capture a woman"s interest. “Sweetheart, thanks for bringing the sword to us. Now be a good little girl and put it down. Come with us, tell Atos what you know about your father"s poultice and you"ll have a warm spot beside my bed. How"s that, huh?”