Chapter Sixty-Six
“Leave the girl with us. We won’t keep her long,” one said with a wink.
“Yeah, yeah, MacTavish can have her back when we’re done,” the other said with a bright smile of promise.
Lucas sighed and turned back to face Catherine. “Don’t move. Not an inch. There is probably a third. Don’t let him get you while I’m dealing with Dumb and Dumber.” Lucas turned back and cracked his knuckles. “I’ll let you two decide hands or paws?” The two looked at each other. “Tick, tick, tick, ehhhh, times up.”
Lucas shifted and the two balked at his size. Catherine took a step back only to have her arms seized. She screamed. She bucked against the man holding her as he tried to pull her away. She stomped her heel on his foot and met a steel-toed boot. She snapped her head back but he deflected.
“Mmmm, you smell like a rogue but you taste like an orange tart,” the man said as he touched the tip of his tongue to her neck.
She closed her eyes and tried to stifle the vomit rising in her throat. She lengthened her claws and prepared to stab wherever she could find purchase. The weight behind her disappeared. She was knocked off balance but before she could hit the ground a bloody hand caught her upper arm. Lucas was moving fast again. She gaped at him, covered in blood. As he hurried her along, she dared a glance back at the three lycans now laying decapitated in a massive pool of blood. She looked back at Lucas with wide eyes. He shot her a charming smile,
“What? Thought your mate was the only cold-blooded psycho in the pack?”
Catherine laughed. “No, I just thought the other one was Theo.”
Lucas barked a laugh. “That boy? Nah, his idea of fun is child play compared to what gets me hard.”
They arrived at Lucas’ jeep and he unceremoniously shoved her into the passenger seat. When he got in she realized he was still naked. She ripped her jacket off and threw it in his lap earning a devilish smile. Lucas ignored her eye roll and shoved the car in reverse. The tires kicked up mud as he sent the car lurching down the road back to town. Catherine bounced in the seat and grabbed the door handle to keep from getting flung out the open window as he sped down the small drive.
“Would you slow down? What is your damn rush?!” Catherine squealed.
Lucas looked in the rear view mirror. “Graham’s finishing off the last of his challengers.”
“Well, slow down then! Better yet, take me back,” Catherine urged.
Lucas chuckled softly. It got louder and more maniacal the longer it went on. He glanced over at her with tears in his eyes. “Honey, not only do you have my scent all over you, I can smell that other lycan on you too…” He pinched his nose and gave her a lingering look. “Someone else too… Weird,” he said, brushing it off. “Your mate just took down over a dozen adrenaline-fueled lycans. When he comes he won’t be himself and he won’t like you smelling like other males.” He gave a long whistle. “I’m debating on even stopping. If I slow down can you tuck and roll?”
“What?!”
Lucas shrugged. “Worth a shot. Either way, when I get to your house you’re out and I’m burning rubber before that fucker scents me on you and kills me for touching what’s his.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Lucas shook his head and gave her a smile. “We’ll see.”
Lucas continued his Dukes of Hazard driving. As her house came into view she wondered if he truly meant what he said about not stopping. The tires of the jeep screeched as he slammed on the brakes. He looked in the rear view mirror,
Chapter Sixty-Six
“Out, out, out!” Lucas urged, pushing on her arm for emphasis.
Catherine rolled her eyes but got out nonetheless. The jeep took off before she even had a chance to step back from the door. She watched the Jeep disappear around a corner, going up on two wheels as Lucas drove off. The hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood on end. She fought the urge to look behind her. She quickly hurried up the sidewalk, pulled out the keys Graham had given her and opened the door. She slammed it shut and locked the three locks before collapsing back against it.
A shattering noise at the back of the house had her jumping out of her skin. She stayed still as she heard glass crunching under foot. The floors creaked and then a large brownish-red lycan stalked into the hallway. His hackles were raised as his gaze landed on her. His nose lifted into the air and sniffed and then a low growl vibrated the walls around them.
“Graham… you need to shift back,” she said, fear trickling up her spine.
Surrendering to Destiny
