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.

in them haunted. “I’m a monster,” he rasps,

insist, moving

allow him to retreat into

caress his cheek with my thumb, the sticky

and lifts my hand

my skin.

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 lips against his. I taste the metallic

his mouth, but it doesn’t deter me from

kiss.

his body as his lips begin to move against mine, his arms.

and cautious, almost

I respond by deepening 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 exactly as he is,

not going anywhere.

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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.

The tender

good and bad,

let’s get you in

by the hand and tugging him

toward his bedroom.

his blood-soaked clothes. His chest rises and falls with heavy breaths, his gaze intently focused on me as the room begins to fill with steam. I undress after him, neither of us saying a word

made it hurt,” I murmur as I squeeze a glob of shampoo onto my palm, reaching up to scrub it into his

turn

up, massaging his scalp with

arms winding around my waist

he relaxes into my

the stream from the showerhead to wash out the shampoo. “Is he dead?” I ask cautiously, rinsing

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

a

creases Cal’s lips, the first real sign of a smile

in time-out.”

shouldn’t- it’s cruel and wrong to find satisfaction in someone else’s misery- but I can’t stop the grin from spreading across my face. “The basement?” I ask.

on the skin of my lower back. “Uh huh. He’ll stay there for three days, under guard, and then he’ll be exiled from

pack for

onto it. I work it into a lather, then

going with him,” Cal mutters as I scrub the blood

pack will take them in. Sounds like Spence is

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you two can have a shot

we can coexist.”

it, wringing out the pink- tinged water to splash at our feet. “So if Troy’s locked away… why all the

his. “He threatened you,” he states coldly, the silver of his wolf flashing

speed as a smile creeps

ur girl

my chest slapping against his. “You’ve always been my girl.” His lips crash down onto mine, his

and when he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, my legs get a little wobbly, liquid fire coursing through my

intently. “I love you, Ness,” he rasps, pressing his forehead to mine and squeezing his eyes closed. “I love you so

breathe, soaking up the importance of this moment with him. We’ve finally put the ghosts of the past to bed, and

the twitch of

is getting hard to ignore, and as I slide my palms down the hard planes of

descent, dropping to my

down at me, his teeth sinking into his lower lip

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

of his cock bumping the back of my throat before I slide back, guiding my movements with my hand wrapped firmly around his base. He groans louder as I start moving up and down with a steady rhythm, caressing the underside of his shaft with my tongue as I suck him

head. The way he starts to 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 feet and pressing a

clouded

to brace myself while he angles my hips, and

intrusion, pain quickly giving way to mind-numbing pleasure as he grips my hips tighter and starts to pump in and out, setting a punishing pace

his

squeezing and kneading them roughly as he continues to hammer into me. I hiss in a breath through my

zing of pleasure straight