Crimson Shifter (Onyx Assassins #7) Read Online Samantha Whiskey

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Fantasy/Sci-fi, Paranormal, Vampires Tags Authors: Series: Onyx Assassins Series by Samantha Whiskey
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Total pages in book: 58
Estimated words: 53656 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 268(@200wpm)___ 215(@250wpm)___ 179(@300wpm)
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And would absolutely do so again.

Then. Now. Anytime in the future.

A bolt of worry zapped down the center of me, concern flooding my instincts as I agonized over just how damn good it had been between us.

Did that mean something more?

Did all the little details that’d been hanging me up and taking residence inside my heart lately mean something more?

Or was it simply the fact that we were on this mission together, locked in an estate we both hated, unable to get away from each other and sharing blood on top of it? I’d been so used to rejection, I wasn't sure what acceptance or true desire actually felt like.

“Still,” Mother said, her eyes falling to where Talon had his head in my lap, me stroking him in long, lazy waves. “It could’ve been quite the scandal, especially if it was a worthwhile match,” she said with more emphasis.

I held her gaze for a few moments before realizing she was waiting for me to respond with the correct answer.

“Of course I wouldn't have said no to a proper match,” I said, the words tasting bitter in my mouth. I had no intention of saying yes to anyone except for the panther that was purring in my lap, nuzzling me in a way that was incredibly suggestive. In a way my actual panther would never do.

It was making it incredibly hard to concentrate.

I shifted in my seat, and Talon blew out of breath that sounded a lot like a huff as he shifted lower, sprawling out at my feet beneath the table, his tail switching back and forth over my bare legs thanks to the short sun dress I wore. The island really was so gods-awfully hot, even at night.

That's why I took Talon to my father's secret rendezvous spot, knowing a delightfully cool dip in the crisp water was exactly what the two of us needed. Had I known that little endeavor would lead us to where it did, I likely would have taken him day one.

Yeah, he was that fucking good.

Maybe it was just because he was a thousand-year-old Viking hunter vampire who had enough experience to know how to make my body sing. Maybe that's all it came down to. I didn't care. It’d felt good to be consumed by someone enough that I forgot anything else existed outside of us.

Even now, I wanted to go back. I wanted to run to that warded-off section of paradise, taking Talon with me and never looking back.

I wanted to lose myself in that moment forever. I didn't even feel bad for wanting that.

One, because I knew it would never happen, and two, because I knew I was more afraid of the unknown than I was of indulging myself in ridiculous little fantasies. Because when we did finish this mission and made our way back to the king's residence, who would we be to each other then?

Friends didn't seem accurate, especially because I didn't even know if we were friends now.

Would he go back to sending vicious little barbs my way every time he saw me at evening repast? Would he withdraw every gentle or claiming touch he'd giving me since we got here?

I hated thinking about it. So I forced it out of my mind and did my best to focus on my mother.

“Do you even know who a proper match would be?” she asked, sipping from her third glass of blood.

I'd only been able to manage a few swallows of the glass she’d poured me, something about it tasting so dreadfully awful compared to drinking Talon’s.

“Perhaps you could enlighten me,” I said, and she flashed me a warning look at the little slip in attitude.

“I have my ideas,” she said. “But you know, as our traditions go, the head male has final say over that pairing.”

Hope flared in my chest at her opening the door for discussion about Edward, but I tried to remain as calm as I could on the outside. “How is my dear brother?” I asked. “I expected to see him by now, and yet, we haven't heard a peep.”

“He's incredibly busy, like I've told you,” she said, waving me off. “You know how many things your father had his hands in. He has enormous shoes to fill.”

“Clearly,” I said, tapping the edge of my crystal goblet. “Seeing as how I was abandoned at court and left to face the punishment for the crimes of my father.”

“Watch your tongue,” Mother snapped, her voice laced with fire.

My entire body reacted to that tone, my soul wilting a bit, the young vampire inside of me terrified of being thrown in a closet.

I would never allow her to do that to me again, but apparently muscle memory was a real fucking thing.

“Besides,” she continued, lifting her chin in the air just slightly in that pompous way she'd mastered centuries ago. “We knew that weak, pathetic king would never do anything to you. He doesn't have the killer instinct that the kings of old did. Hence, why we've had to take up allegiance through other, more like-minded people.”



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