Captive Wolf (Werewolf Erotic Romance) (Amber in Darkness #1) Read Online Free PDF

Which of the students lounging in that courtyard had really been watching them? She swallowed, but the heavy knot of dread stuck in her throat.
    Austin raised his arms. "She likes books."
    "I do not care what she likes," Lucius snarled, squeezing his hand so his nails dug into the tender flesh under her jaw. "Now why did you really go out today?"
    Amber whimpered as blood dripped down her throat.
    "Master," Austin said with desperation in his voice. "I told you already."
    "No. You have not." The tall man took a step back, releasing her face. "Give me your hand, little pet."
    The malice in his words cut to her core, and yet his eyes held her captive, their cold depths undeniable, pulsing with authority that couldn't be questioned. She tried to ignore the anxiety churning in her stomach as she lifted her arm, with her palm up.
    "You know why I love this sword, little pet?" His white eyes playfully gazed at her like some grotesque predator toying with its kill. As he lifted the blade, she wrinkled her nose.
    "It's made of silver alloy, among other things." He casually set the point down on her hand.
    She gritted her teeth as heat flared up her arm and her skin began to sizzle.
    "It's the only one of its kind: capable of slaying almost anything, be it human or…" His tongue curled out of his mouth and licked the blood off his fingertips. Then he glanced back at Austin. "Superhuman."
    She knew better than to pull her hand away but the pain was excruciating. Her flesh blistered, her muscles shook, and her tendons spasmed, flexing her fingers like a dying spider. A cry stuck in her throat and a tear streaked down her cheek.
    "Master!" Austin shouted.
    "Tell me why you went out today."
    Austin gnashed his teeth as Amber trembled. A whine pealed from her throat. She swayed, trying to keep her balance under the weight of the searing agony.
    "Stop," Austin cried. "I found a man who may—or may not—be of interest to you."
    Lucius lifted the sword.
    Amber sank to her knees, clutching her wrist; steam rose from her burned hand. A riot of colors swam in her vision, but they were muted, far away, stained by the very soul of this place. It might be too late for her now, but her stomach lurched with the terrible thought that Austin might tell Lucius about the stranger they'd met.
    "Austin," she gasped. "Don't—"
    Lucius struck the blade against the tile floor. "Silence, beast! You do not speak in my presence."
    "Master, please." Austin lowered his arms. "He's doing research into the paranormal."
    Amber shuddered; relief flooded her senses, assuaging the pain in her hand, which seemed not to matter at that moment. Right , she thought. The professor he went to see. Please, let them talk about that.
    Lucius turned to Austin, his almond-shaped eyes just slivers of white under his lowered brow. "And why would this interest me?"
    "I thought he might have discovered that we exist."
    With a casual swing of the sword, Lucius braced the blade against his shoulder and strode close to Austin. His sharp teeth flashed as he sneered.
    "I don't believe that your intentions were that charitable." His gnarled fingers slid down Austin's neck and under the collar of his shirt. "I know you better than that." He pulled his hand back, briefly lifting the chain that was hidden under the cloth.
    Austin stared back at him with defiance. "It doesn't matter anymore—which is why I didn't bother you with it." He swallowed before continuing. "What he discovered wouldn't interest you anyway."
    Lucius let the necklace drop from his fingers. "What, may I ask, did he discover?"
    Austin tilted his head and he gave a brief nod at Amber.
    Lucius glanced back at her with a look of shock.
    Amber blinked. "What is it?" The question squeaked out before she clapped her hand over her lips.
    The taller man's chest heaved with a deep chuckle. Then his eyes widened, his back arched and laughter pealed from his lips. The cackle echoed off the vaulted ceiling. Amber grimaced; the sound