Broken Bond by C.J. Primer

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VANESSA

My fingertips ghost over the delicate lines of the drawing in my lap, in awe of the painstaking detail that went into every stroke of the pencil to create it. It’s a

depiction of me- like every other sketch in this book- and in this one, my eyes are the

main feature, crinkled at the edges, a

giveaway that I’m smiling even though my fists are tucked in front of my mouth to hide it. My hair frames my face in loose waves,

every strand etched with such precision that

you can see the movement in the drawing like it’s captured a moment in time.

Callum is so freaking talented, and something hot burns in my chest every time I look through these drawings, his love poured onto every page. It’s a heady feeling, being his muse. Being the subject of his art, the object of his affection. It’s immense and

overwhelming. Nobody sees me like Callum Conway does.

The sound of a key turning in the lock of his apartment door yanks me out of the trance I’m in, and I jerk my head up, looking

toward the door as Cal lets himself in. He

freezes in the threshold when he sees me seated on his couch, exhaustion and uncertainty written all over his face.

That’s not the only thing on his face. I’m just as taken aback by the sight of him; not because I wasn’t expecting him to return home, but because he’s covered in blood. Crimson lines track down his face, dripping from his saturated hair. His grey t-shirt is splattered and soaked through, and blood coats his tattooed forearms and cakes his knuckles.

“What are you doing here?” Callum asks tentatively, still hovering in the doorway.

I quickly bring myself back from the momentary shock of his appearance,

flipping the sketchbook closed and holding it close to my chest as I rise to my feet.

“Your neighbor let me in with her spare key,” I provide. “She was pretty cranky about it and definitely skeptical that I was your girlfriend. I had to sweet talk her and show her these to prove it.” I hold out the sketchbook to indicate before stooping to slide it onto the surface of the coffee table.

The corner of Cal’s mouth ticks up. “Mrs. Donnelly,” he breathes, his shoulders. sagging as he takes a step inside and swings. the door closed behind him. “She’s a mean old bitch, but she’s a real gem.”

I crack a smile at the accuracy of his description. She had some choice words to describe Cal as well, but despite their barbs, it’s clear that they share affection for one another.

He takes another step further into the apartment, and I suppress a gasp when the light hits him and further illuminates his

macabre appearance.

“Is it done?” I ask quietly, even though the answer to that question is written in red all

over his skin. After Vee filled me in on all the

details of what went down this morning with Troy, I came straight here, knowing I

wanted to be here for Cal when he returned.

Knowing he’d need me.

He nods solemnly, grinding to a halt rather than continuing into the living room to join me. “I… I didn’t want you to see me like this,” he grits out, avoiding eye contact and staring down at his bloody palms.

My bare feet pad against the floo

as I make

my way closer, stepping right up in front of him and reaching up to cup his bloody jaw, ignoring the mess in favor of the man.

underneath it. “You don’t have to hide from

me,” I say gently.

to meet mine, the look in them haunted. “I’m a monster,” he rasps, flinching away.

not,” I insist, moving with him,

to retreat

cheek with my thumb, the sticky blood

hoarsely. He reaches up to wrap his fingers around my wrist and lifts my hand

onto my

to his chest, right over his heart. It thumps beneath my palm as his eyes meet mine again. “If you’re a monster, then you’re my monster,” I say resolutely, pushing up on my tiptoes to brush my

mouth, but it doesn’t deter me from pressing

kiss.

as his lips begin to move against mine, his arms. banding around my waist tightly to anchor me. Or maybe

cautious, almost like he’s

it, sweeping my tongue. against the seam of his lips. I put all my intention behind it, reassuring him that I’m here. That I love him

not going

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soul- shattering vulnerability in his gaze nearly brings me to my knees. It’s like he’s stripping himself bare for me, letting me see every part of him- the frayed edges, the jagged, broken pieces, the scars of his past trauma. Above all, though, I see the best parts of him shining through. The

artist. The tender lover. I

strength; his steadfast perseverance. And I love him for all of it, the complicated mosaic of good and

you in the

by the hand and tugging

toward his bedroom.

gaze intently focused on me as the room begins to fill with steam. I undress after him, neither of us saying a word as we step into the shower together and I guide him underneath the stream of

made it hurt,” I murmur as I squeeze a glob of shampoo onto my palm,

turn pink as

massaging his scalp with my fingers.

in affirmation, his arms winding around my waist and his eyes

he relaxes into

out the shampoo. “Is he dead?” I ask cautiously,

eyes, his blue-green gaze colliding with mine. “Probably wishes he was right about now, though. Chase let me get a little… creative with his punishment.”

arch a brow. “Meaning?”

sign of a

“He’s in time-out.”

I shouldn’t- it’s cruel and wrong to find satisfaction in someone else’s misery- but I can’t stop the

jerky nod, his fingertips idly tracing circles on the skin of my lower back. “Uh huh. He’ll stay

pack for his transgressions.”

picking up a washcloth and squeezing body wash onto it. I work it into a lather, then

I scrub the

old pack will take them in. Sounds like Spence

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have a shot at building a relationship,” I

it. But we can coexist.”

sigh as I dip the washcloth under the stream to rinse it, wringing out the pink- tinged water to splash at our feet. “So if Troy’s locked away… why

finger underneath my chin, tipping my face up to his. “He threatened you,” he states coldly, the silver of his wolf flashing in his irises. “Nobody

rate picks up speed as a smile creeps across my lips.

ur girl

skin of my chest slapping against his. “You’ve always been

kiss stealing my breath. Our lips glide together, my tongue chasing his, and when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, my legs get a

down into my eyes intently. “I love you, Ness,” he rasps,

put the ghosts of the past to bed, and now we can

drawing a short gasp when I feel the twitch of his hard-on against my belly. We may be dealing

slick, naked bodies obviously have other ideas. The persistent thrum between my thighs is getting hard to ignore, and as

my knees in front of him.

as he peers down at me, his teeth sinking into his lower lip on a wince as I wrap my hand around his thick cock and give it a slow stroke.

baby,” he growls, his gaze turning molten. “You don’t have to…” His voice trails off into a guttural groan as I slide the head of his dick past my lips, swirling my tongue around the crown before taking him in deeper. His hips jolt forward, his fingers digging into the damp strands

one on my knees, there’s something powerful in this position, watching the man above me come undone as I control his pleasure. I take him in as far as I can, the head of his cock bumping the back of my throat before I slide back, guiding my movements with my hand wrapped firmly around

unravel only boosts my enthusiasm – I start to move faster, relaxing my throat and taking him deeper, slurping and licking and sucking until I feel his thighs begin to tremble. He’s right on the edge, but then suddenly he’s pulling out of my mouth, yanking me to my

is clouded

brace myself while he angles my hips, and then in one powerful thrust, he slams home, a ragged scream tearing from my throat as he

mind-numbing pleasure as he grips my hips tighter and starts to pump

babble, his pelvis slapping against

to cup my breasts, squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continues

nipples, sending a zing of pleasure