Rogan
“Listen, I don’t know where you got your mark or who in the hell any of these fantasy people you speak of are, but like I said, you need to get gone.”
Her face falls and I feel like a dick long enough for her to take me by surprise.
She grabs my hand, something not many who have met me would dare to do. “Don’t you feel that, that tingling when I touch you?”
She stares into my eyes and I have a flash of a royal family from medieval times. This bitch is playing with me or I am still out in the snow fucking freezing to death and this is all a damn dream.
“Rogan…” my name on her tongue is smooth like honey. “I don’t know what happened to you but there is magic in you, I can sense it. My amulet senses it. See how it glows every time we get close.”
“I think I’m dead and dreamed you up, that is what I think. So, if this isn’t real, my doing this won’t matter.” Brushing the rough pad of my thumb over her lips, I lean in for a taste of her damn kissable mouth to hush her crazy talk.
Our mouths connect, and it is the sweetest sin. A soft moan escapes her parted lips as I plunge my tongue deep in her mouth, exploring and tasting her. The kiss is sensual and feels like I have been kissing her my whole damn life. If this is the Hell I am being sentenced to in death, then I never want to leave this moment. Never felt this way before for anyone. Maybe she is a witch…maybe I am already dead—either way, all I know is I need a lot more than this kiss to satisfy the hunger burning through my veins.
Her kiss has awakened a longing inside me I never knew I had. Right now, nothing else matters other than having her, my own little slice of Heaven and Hell. Fisting her hair, I pull her closer to me, needing to feel her body pressed against mine. Needing to feel the erratic beat of her heart as it thumps out of her chest.
“Do you feel it, Rogan, our blood oath? Your soul knows mine because we were bound. Don’t you see, I was meant to find you today?”
“Whatever you say, Lil’ Red,” I murmur against her swollen velvety lips. She could tell me I was on fire right now and I wouldn’t care. The way she has my dick straining against my zipper, I only care about one thing right now. I can hear a voice whispering in my head, as visions that don’t belong to me swirl inside my head.
“You must bind him to a land far from here or your line will be wiped out, Raegan! Heed my warning,” a shrill voice echoes.
“He’s my only son. The last of my line.”
“Rogan will be your dead son if you do not listen. Protect your heritage, stop the Wolves and your magic from becoming extinct. Send him away, now! The Blackwell King has the dark sorceress on his side.”
Lil’ Red, pulls back from my hold and my arms feel so damn empty. What’s wrong with me? She has put some kind of voodoo hex on me. “Did you hear that? Someone is outside.” She moves to the window.
“Ice,” I growl out and stomp to the door. When I pull it open, I don’t see anything at first. That is until I look down and find Ice bleeding out on the porch. His blood is pooling in the doorway as the cold air filters into the cabin.
A gasp sounds from behind me as another man comes into view in front of me.
I go for my gun as he draws his sword, looking like he stepped out of a King Arthur movie.
“Did you think I wouldn’t come for you, my love?” The man in shining armor questions, staring past me at the mysterious woman.
“Carmichael, how did you find me?” She whispers.
“I traveled through four worlds to get to you. Did you think you could escape me so easily? It’s time for you to come back home where we will be wed and begin our rule.” He steps forward, and I point my gun at him, not knowing or understanding what in the hell kind of dream this is. But I know one damn thing and that is he isn’t taking her any-damn-where. My blood is screaming, no, howling, that she is mine as a voice chants inside my head.
“Embrace your wolf. Be who you were born to be, Rogan. Protect your Queen. Claim your crown!”
“My father, the King, is dead, at my hand. Nothing will stand in my way! We will begin our rule. We must make haste and return to Blackwell Castle.”
Anger vibrates through me at his words. This man has no claim on what has always been mine.
I shake my head as thoughts and memories of another life consume me.