Free Bound In Sin (A Vampire/Werewolf Romance) by Cynthia Eden

up at
the cabin.
    Waiting.
    He’d waited on this one attack for years.
    Secrets.
She hadn’t told Drake everything
yet. There hadn’t been enough time. There still wasn’t.
    “I’m alpha,” he growled as his gaze burned into her.
“Michael is one of mine, traitor or not.”
    Um, there was a not portion? That guy was a
straight-up traitor. No doubt.
    “I won’t let them drain him,” Drake’s voice rumbled
over the beeping alarm. “Not while I just watch.”
    No, Drake wouldn’t do that.  He wouldn’t just
stand back while another wolf suffered. That wasn’t who her shifter
was.
    She knew that…and that was just one of the reasons
she’d known that she had to get close to him again.
    He’d taken her blood, but the boost from that blood
didn’t happen instantaneously. She’d learned from the vampires in
Florida–the vamps that weren’t twisted freaks–that when a vampire
offered her blood to a werewolf, well, the result could be pretty
damn amazing.
    The wolf could become stronger.
    She wanted Drake as strong as he could possibly
be.
    But the boost took a little time. The vampire blood
had to work its way through his body.
    I’ll give him the time he needs.
    “I’m sorry,” she whispered because he’d hate what she
was about to do. 
    But, sometimes, a vamp just had to do what she had to
do.
    Since he wasn’t expecting the attack, Paige had the
advantage. She grabbed Drake and shoved him back against the wall.
The wall had to be reinforced with steel. The whole place was
reinforced.
    This would hurt.
But she had to hurt him in
order to save him.
    “Paige, what the hell–”
    She kissed him. A deep, hard kiss that held all the
passion and longing she felt for him.  Did he know that she
still loved him? That she always had?  There’d never been
another in her heart. There wasn’t room for anyone else. Even with
all the miles and years between them, Drake had been the only one
she wanted. 
    He shuddered against her. “
Paige.”
Lust.
Need. Fury. All were in his voice. And he was about to try and
break away from her. She knew it.
    Couldn’t allow it.
    I’m sorry.
The words were only in her mind
this time.  She brought his lips back to hers. Kissed him
again.  She knew just what she had to do. Give him an injury
that would disable him–for a bit–but allow him to come back even
stronger once her blood started pumping fully in his veins.
    A tear leaked down her cheek. His arms were around
her. He was holding her tight.  Some attacks, you never
expected.
    Paige tore her lips from his. In the same instant,
she reached up, grabbed his head, and slammed it back against the
reinforced wall.  The thud of impact had nausea rolling in her
gut.
    Her shifter went down with a groan.
    She stared at him, aware that her heart just
hurt.
“I’m sorry,” she said again. She had to move fast.
She knew shifters–no, she knew
him–
and he’d be recovered
in three, four minutes tops. 
    He’d come after her.
    He’d go after Michael.
    But Drake wouldn’t die.
Because she wouldn’t
allow it.
    She spun away. Punched in the codes she’d memorized.
She’d watched him so carefully, just in case…
    The steel slid back. The trapdoor opened. She rushed
through the opening but took precious seconds to secure the door
behind her.
    Her gaze flew around the cabin. She rushed to the
left, to the right, and did her best to cover that trapdoor and
protect her wolf.
    Then she bent down, and her hand slid inside of her
boot. Oh, that sweet weapon. Without a stake, she’d feel naked. She
never left home–or her wolf’s compound–without it.  Held
inside by special straps, the weapon was waiting for her.
    Time to die.
    She ran out of that cabin and raced right toward her
worst nightmare.
    The vamps were feeding. Michael was screaming. And
Gabe–Gabe opened his arms to her as if he were greeting a lost
lover.
    “I’ve missed you,” he said, voice smooth as silk.
    Paige’s heart raced as she ran into his