Dueling Moons: A Pat Wyatt Novel (The Pat Wyatt Series Book 2) Read Free

“Please?”
    I wrapped my arms and legs around him, pinning him so he couldn’t move. “No,” I said bluntly.
    “Please,” he started to beg.
    “No,” I whispered in his ear, sliding my hand down his warm back as he shivered. The whole thing was so much fun. I had tortured him with low cut tops, nightshirts with no underwear, and a sheer nightgown, so he had asked me before, but never as fierce as this.
    “Please,” he breathed against my neck.
    “All right,” I caved, and his face lit up, “on one condition.”
    “Anythin’,” he breathed.
    “You go out tomorrow and rejoin the pack. Not just talk to them,” I demanded. “So they can help you find a job, and hopefully help out with this whole Samuel situation.”
    He looked me in the eyes then stared at my chest, shivering with heat. “Done!”
    After that, I let the animal instincts kick in and boy, oh boy, it was worth the wait.

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    TWO
    Lately, I had been having this dream. It usually started with me running through the woods of Louisiana. Then I would fall and a werewolf would drag me out of a hole in the ground. Finally, she would whimper and run off, leaving me waiting for Mike in his wolf form to growl at me before pinning me against a tree, then he’d start to lick and kiss me. But this time, instead of pinning me, he ran away.
    I tried to go after him, and even shouted for him to come back, but he was long gone. My voice had become a faint echo in the moonlit wood.
    “Oh,” a deep and chilling voice said from behind me, “he will.” I knew that voice even before I turned around. Sure enough, there he was: Mr. Samuel Satané himself, leaning against a tree. The trunk looked small in comparison with his large body, and his massive arms were folded across his chest.
    Samuel was a tall man, around six - three , and had muscles on top of his muscles, but by no means was he unattractive. He had the most handsome face that evolution could render, with those cold blue eyes, and skin that looked like light melted caramel in the moonlight. The only downside to his attractive, god - like features were the fangs where his canines should have been.
    “What are you doing here?” I asked, realizing that he was doing it again. This was a reality, of sorts. He was contacting me through my mind, and I couldn’t help but wonder how he did it.
    He smirked, which always looked like it hurt, and chuckled. “Is that any way to talk to your husband?” he asked, throwing his arms wide as he stood up to his full height, which was always intimidating. “Come here.”
    “No,” I said bluntly. Was he insane? “And you’re not my husband.”
    He pushed away from the tree and walked over to me. “Oh,” he said softly, “but I am.”
    I backed away from him. “What are you doing with my sister?” Even though I knew the answer, I still had to ask.
    He smirked again, “Baiting you.”
    “I knew it,” I scoffed. “You leave my sister alone.”
    He moved closer to me with a sneer on his perfect face, “Never.”
    “Do it or I call Kathryn into this?”
    He chuckled, shaking his head. “I am afraid she is out of reach at the moment.”
    My eyes widened. “What does that mean?” I asked, my voice shaking.
    He shook his head. “You did not think that she would be around forever, did you?”
    I stepped in his direction, but stopped myself before I got too close. “What did you do to her?”
    “No, no,” he said, wagging his finger at me. “She left for her home a while ago, and now I am free to do whatever I want.”
    “What?” This was just great. The only vampire on my side in all of this and she went home — magnificent .
    “She went home,” he repeated, his fangs glistening in the dim light. “Now, why don’t we —”
    “Put those away.” I waved him off. And as I turned to walk away from him, he pinned me against a tree. I glared up at him as we stood in silence.
    He ran the tips of his fingers along my jaw, and I jerked away. “If