Onyx laughed as she looked around the cavern. How she got herself in this position, at this moment, she still couldn’t figure out. Last, she heard, Errol was with the Rizer Pack outside a walled in city called Aldrich Town.

They must have moved or maybe she’d heard it wrong. If she’d known he would be there just outside of Freebasin, she never would have come. When he’d been lying on top of her it had taken all her willpower, not to wrap her legs around him and grind against him.

Somehow though she’d managed to stop herself this far but how long would she be able to fight of her spirit wolf?

I need to get out of here.

Onyx looked up at her hands. They were wrapped thickly with a heavy material before being cuffed by silver restraints that did not allow Onyx to use her strength. The cloth was to keep her from being burned by the silver.

After Errol had restrained her so carefully and then left, Onyx had cried. Not because he’d restrained her but because he still cared enough not to hurt her when she was still stabbing at him and hurting him.

He would be back quickly. She knew him well enough to know that tying her up had freaked him out enough. Errol was kind hearted and empathetic. He was also crazy and stupid for taking her prisoner. When Demitrus came through, he would smell of her. Demitrus might kill him. More likely he would torture the information about Onyx out of him and then kill him.

He could be dead already. I need to try and get out. If Demitrus found me like this he’d have the pack use me. He’d torture me for days before he finally killed me.

Letting out a steady breath she began to try and remove the material. If she got enough of it undone, she could slip her wrist from the cuff, at least that was the idea of it.

When the steady beat of running registered from somewhere up above the cavern and was followed by many more told her it was too late. Demitrus already caught up with her.

Tears streaked down her cheeks as she remembered the last time Errol met with Demitrus. He’d gone hunting with the hunting pack and when he’d come back and tried to free her from Demitrus he’d been ganged up on and held for Demitrus to cut open his chest and stomach.

Onyx screamed and fought to try and get to him and help him but the Herod pack held her back. She’d fallen to her knees when his stomach was torn open. So much blood poured out of him, his head fell and the beat of his heart was whisper still.

Demitrus had the pack drag her over when she was too weak to stand. That all changed when Demitrus picked up Errol and threw him from the high ledge. The fall alone would have killed the strongest of humans, and Errol was only hanging on by a thread.

Onyx leaped up to stop Demitrus and when she didn’t get there in time, she dove off after him. Demitrus snatched her out of the air and threw her back onto solid ground as she heard the impact of Errol hitting the bottom.

She’d screamed in agony until her voice was gone. Demitrus held her out over the cliff to make her look at Errol telling her that she no longer had a predestined mate. That the same would be done to the rest of her family if she didn’t take the title of Herod’s female alpha.

Onyx didn’t remember answering him. In fact, it seemed like it was many months before anything that was going on around her registered in her brain. It was Maggie, who pulled her out of it. Her little sister. She kept telling Onyx, he’s alive. Ian got him to the Rizer pack healer. Errol is alive.

Maggie died in a battle that Demitrus started a few months after that. Her Mother died of a broken heart soon after that. Those of her family who didn’t die off had converted over to Demitrus way of dealing with other packs and humans.

She’d lost them all anyway even though she’d done all she could to try and save them. The feeling of resentment and helplessness for so long killed off what was left of her soft side if there was anything left.

As soon as she’d laid eyes on Errol again she should have known he would be killed. Demitrus knew the knowledge of his survival was the only thing that had pulled her from her coma-like state.

Demitrus was territorial and possessive. Even though he didn’t truly care for her, he was jealous that she still loved the werewolf he’d failed to kill. He hated that she never submitted to him for sex, that he always had to take it.

Anything that she could do to piss off Demitrus made Onyx happy but he always, always found a way to make her pay for it. This time he would kill Errol and it was her fault.

Onyx struggled wildly to get free. She twisted and pulled and when she gained the tiniest movement of the wrappings budging the tiniest glimmer of hope recharged her system. She kept going, pulling and fighting against the bonds that held her.

The wrappings rubbed and burned against her skin but it didn’t slow her movements. If she freed herself, then maybe this time could be different. Onyx knew they weren’t strong enough to defeat Demitrus but she’d rather die fighting him than live in his pack or with the knowledge that she’d caused Errol’s death.

Onyx didn’t pay attention to how much time passed. She, ignored the soreness of her muscles, and her raw skin that was rubbed by the material so much, that it was bleeding in several places.

Sweat dripped down her face, into her eyes, and pooled at the small of her back. When the last of the light from the sun was no longer reflected off the mirrors down into the cavern, Onyx began to cry.

At the very least it had been hours since she’d heard the wolf pack coming overhead. Errol was not the kind to run away. He’d fight and against Demitrus, he’d die.

Her fatigue must have been stronger than she’d thought. Because the last thing she knew she was mourning for Errol and the next thing she knew, she was being carried.

She could see, even though it was dark because of her ability to shift into her spirit wolf form. It was Errol who was carrying her and he was not only alive, but he was uninjured.

Curling toward him she sobbed into his chest. He was still alive. It was a miracle, and one she didn’t deserve after all she’d done.

Errol took her to what looked like a room inside the cavern. He sat on the bed with Onyx in his lap and held her as she cried.

“Why did you run away?” he asked as he smoothed her hair from her face. “Why did you try and escape so hard from me, Onyx? Look at your wrists,” he said. The look of disbelief and horror as he looked at her injuries was heart melting.

How did I ever let him go? I love you, Errol. God, I love you more than you’ll ever know.

“Demitrus was here looking for you. Is that why you were trying to free yourself?” Errol’s shaft was hardening under her and more than anything else she wanted to strip out of her ruined dress and make love to him.

Onyx’s body quivered as the tears began to subside. Demitrus had come looking for her and somehow, some way, he hadn’t killed Errol.

He must know I’m here. He is going to be following Errol to find me.

“I have to go, Errol. You have to let me leave.”

“He’s hurt you? What’s happened? Talk to me. Onyx, you owe me at the very least an explanation for showing back up in my life, in my town, when you know how I feel about you.”

Onyx sat up in his lap to try and get away from him but his arms wrapped around her waist, letting her know she wasn’t going anywhere.

“I … I ….” What could she tell him and not endanger him? “I’m here looking for something. There are rumors about something the humans found and are using to cloak their scent.”

“It’s just a rumor,” Errol said. His eyes were serious and almost dull as he spoke. It was the change in his tone that told Onyx he was lying. It was something that only Ian his twin had picked up other than herself. Even after over twenty-four months apart she could still tell the difference.

Onyx exhaled slowly trying to keep her heartbeat calm and steady so that he would not know she could tell he was lying to her. “Then I’ll be on my way. Let me go.”

“He said that you were stolen from the pack. Did someone take you from Demitrus?” Errol asked still holding her waist.

Onyx wanted to rock her ass over the hard bulge beneath her. She was aching too and he wasn’t giving her an inch to gain any distance.

“I left without permission,” Onyx said, deciding it was best to stick as close to the truth as she could. “He’s angry and dangerous. Stay away from him, Errol. You know he’s stronger than you and being anywhere near him is just asking to have a repeat of what happened last time.”

Onyx hoped to anger him with her warning and reminder. Errol laughed, surprising her.

“A lot has changed since then. I am not the same man I was two years ago. You are warning me to stay away from the man you chose as your mate because you don’t want me to get hurt. But, why Onyx, would you care if I do or not?”

“I’m in love with Demitrus. That doesn’t mean I’ve forgotten that we were once friends.”

Errol set her on the bed and stood up. This time she’d succeeded in angering him.

I’m sorry.

“You’re hiding from a man you’re in love with? That doesn’t make sense. You know what does?” He asked, his blue eyes following the rip in her dress from her knee to her hip. “You’re not in love with that demon spawn. You love me.”

Onyx stood up, ready to run but then realized she was stuck. Where could she go? Demitrus was somewhere above the caverns searching for her and as soon as he found her, he’d kill Errol.

“Why did you do it?” He asked. Though he didn’t say what she did, they both knew what he was referring to. He wanted to know why she chose Demitrus.

“You’re pathetic,” Onyx said turning away from him.

Errol pulled her back up against him. He kissed her, his hand sliding up the inside of her legs until his palm was over her pussy. Onyx gasped, as his fingers swam in her wetness.

He growled against her mouth, swallowing up her gasp, and sending vibrations through her body. She strained trying to hold herself still. It was so hard not to move against his hand, impossible not to kiss him back.

She licked his lower lip and sucked it into her mouth. He tasted so good. His scent a masculine, mix of oak and cedar.

His hand pulsed at her core.

Onyx whimpered as her hips moved and pressed against his hand, trying to take his fingers inside, anything of Errol inside. She wanted and needed him.

“Mmmm, there you are. My Onyx,” Errol sighed against her lips.

“Wait,” Onyx said pulling her mouth away. “I can’t do this. I don’t want this.”

Errol laughed a mocking sound. Onyx growled in response as she tried to pull away.

“You’re dripping wet for me, Onyx. I don’t believe your lies. Tell me the truth.”

I can’t.

Errol lowered down onto his knees. He lifted her leg up and over his shoulder. “Errol please,” Onyx dug her nails into his shoulders. She wasn’t even sure what she was begging for. Onyx wanted his mouth on her, but she needed him to survive.

His tongue ran over the lips of her pussy, lapping up the moisture. He growled against her skin a sound of pleasure and thirst.

“Fuck,” Onyx gasped her nails sinking a little as her grip tightened. “Yes.” Her head fell back as her hips began to move against his mouth.

Errol moved his face and tongue against her earning another sound of pleasure to escape her lips. The tip of his masterfully skilled tongue teased and pressed at her opening. Onyx pressed against his mouth wanting more of him. Needing to feel his tongue enter her, and fuck her.

Errol pulled back. His hand wrapped around her knee at his shoulder. “You want more, don’t you?”

What the hell?

“What are you doing?” Onyx asked sounding breathless and desperate with need.

“I’m getting answers.”

Onyx glared down at him and tried to pull her leg free from his grasp. “You asshole.”

Errol grinned up at her, no trace of apology anywhere to be found in his eyes or on his handsome, rectangular shaped face. His lips were wet from her. Onyx watched him lick his talented lips, unable to drag her eyes away.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

“Tell me why you picked Demitrus when you know it should have been me.”

“I already did,” Onyx said trying again to push away from him but didn’t get anywhere.

He was studying her face, though she didn’t know what he thought to gain by doing so. “Admit that you love me like I love you, Onyx.”

“Please, just let me go,” Onyx said.

Errol nodded. “I will. As soon as you admit what we both know is true.”

His mouth returned to her pussy.

Onyx cried out as she struggled to fight off the passion she felt for him. The need she had to be with him.

Errol sucked her clit into his mouth and worked it with his heated tongue. His lips and the scruff of his five o’clock shadow rubbed and stroked her sensitive skin.

“Please, Errol. I can’t. Please,” she begged in broken panting whispers.

“Mmm, so good. Onyx, I could eat you all day.”

Her core tightened like a spring, and even as she tried to hold still her body wanted that release. Onyx looked down at him with his mouth at her pussy and his blue eyes looking up into hers, as her hips began to move against his mouth.

Fuck, I want him. I need him so bad.

Errol’s tongue ran over her entrance again, this time pressing in a little and then pulling out. Then in a little further before pulling out again.

“Yes, fuck me. Please Errol,” Onyx pleaded gripping his hair again.

Errol pulled away from her. He was breathing hard. His shaft was standing tall against what was left of his pants. He groaned clenching his hand into a fist and tightening his hold on her thigh as he did.

“Tell me the truth, Onyx. Tell me you love me.”

“Do you really want it like this, Errol?” Onyx said in a plea. “Forced out of me?”

Errol opened his fisted hand as his features darkened. Holding her thigh with one hand he ran his other hand up the underside of her leg. “You wouldn’t let me touch you like this if you didn’t love me, Onyx.”

His hand squeezed her ass. “I’ll take the truth out of you any way that I can get it.” His fingers dragged over her ass. Errol watched her face as he sank one of his thick fingers into her depths.

“Errol,” she said on a pant. “Please, Errol.”

Onyx squeezed his finger with her pussy, her eyes locked with his. His jaw clenched and his deep blue eyes closed. He was struggling too.

She squeezed his finger again. “Mmm, ohhhhh, yes,” she said dipping lower to take more of his finger inside her pussy.

“Say it, Onyx,” Errol demanded his eyes popping open. The muscles of his face still tight. His cock jumped, showing her just how much he wanted to fuck her too.

“No.” She squeezed his finger again, determined to win this game of chicken he’d begun because as much as she wanted and needed him. Onyx loved him more.

Errol withdrew his finger from her. Still breathing hard, he slid her leg off his shoulder. Onyx let out a sigh of relief. She’d won and he was going to have to let her go. She’d seen his face when he’d seen her injuries. Errol wouldn’t be able to bring himself to tying her up again.

He raised up to a standing position in front of her, his jaw tight. His blue eyes were burning hot meeting hers. He should be angry again. Errol should be yelling or saying something.

Onyx won. Hadn’t she?

Errol pushed down the front of his pants. His huge cock sprung free and stood at attention pointing at her breasts.

“What are you doing?” Onyx gasped.

Errol closed his hands over her hips and drug her against him. He grabbed her leg and pulled it up and around his waist. Her dress slid out of his way easily with the long rip.

He took hold of his shaft and ran the throbbing head over her slick, and heated core. The feel of his velvet-smooth, cock massaging her clit and running over her opening was too much.

“Errol,” she cried out as her orgasm rocketed over the edge. She tightened her hold on his hips pulling herself closer to him and rubbing her wet pussy with quick, greedy strokes.

“Say it,” he said holding her up as she shook with the strength of the orgasm. “Dammit, Onyx. For fuck’s sake. Say it,” he pleaded.

Onyx wrapped her arms around him. She hid her face from him. Hugging him and pressing her cheek against his chest she tried to catch her breath.

I love you, Errol. I love you. I love you.

A tremor shook through him that she knew was a mix of need for her and pain. He peeled her off of him and pulled his pants back up over his tight, wet shaft.

Onyx lowered into a sitting position on the bed behind her. She was dizzy from coming so hard. She was shocked to find that the spring at her center was already coiled again. It was because she didn’t get to have Errol inside her, where she wanted to feel him coming and filling her.

Onyx gripped the blanket on the bed in both her fists at her sides. “What now?” She asked staring at the bulge in his pants that she was aching for.

“I’m leaving. You’re staying here,” he said and started into the darkness of the cavern.

“What?” Onyx got back up onto her feet and followed after him. “Why would I stay?”

Errol turned back toward her. “Because there is only one exit out of these caverns that won’t lead you right to Demitrus. If you want him as you say you do, then go. Climb out and back into his murder pack. We both know he isn’t who you want though, don’t we?”

“Errol, you can’t do this-”

“I’ll be back. When you admit the truth. I’ll set you free. It’s as simple as that.”