Varcolac: A Hybrid Tale - Part Three Sneak Peek

The rattle of the phone buzzing on the bedside table echoed through the room.

“Ignore it,” Killian mumbled against Emma’s neck.

“It could be important,” Emma halfheartedly protested as Killian molded himself to her recently transformed body, pressing her further into the mattress as he continued his early morning explorations.

“Not as important as this.”

“As what?” Emma panted in eager anticipation at the graze of his fangs along her throat.

“Getting you to the point where you’ll howl my name in ecstasy.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “Again with the wolf puns? Seriously?” The buzzing continued from the bedside table. “You really should answer that.”

“If you think I’m going to forego pleasuring my mate, so I can be talked into whatever new creature Cleo wants us to go after this time, you are barking up the wrong tree.”

“Ugh. That’s it.” Emma shoved Killian off her with a playful chuckle, then quickly sprang from the bed out of his reach. “Come up with new material,” buzz, “and answer your phone, Jones.”

“Swan!” she heard Killian whine as she made her way into the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind her with a self-satisfied smirk on her face.

As much as she’d like nothing more than to let him carry through with his plans for her that morning, it was good for him to not always be the one to call the shots. Although he’d established them as equal partners in their bonds from the very beginning, Emma knew that his Alpha nature was there just beneath the surface. She appreciated her mate’s willingness to set aside his instinctual nature, and even though she had no problem with his dominance, it was fun to put him in his place every so often.

“Yeah, what,” she heard Killian snap irritably into the phone. The sound had Emma suppressing a giggle, until she heard his tone change. “Graham? What is it? Is it Granny? Ruby?”

Emma quickly finished throwing on some clothes and hurried back to an ashen faced Killian seated tensely on the edge of the bed.

“No, no. They’re fine,” Graham assured. Emma could feel the strain momentarily leave Killian’s body. “For now, at least.”

Killian met her confused expression with one of his own before he hit the speaker button on his phone. Although he knew she could hear what Graham was saying, it was his way of inviting her into the conversation.

“What do you mean, for now?” Killian questioned. “What’s going on, mate?”

A deep sigh crackled over the phone before the man answered. “I’ve got a situation here, Killian. I’m out of my depth and I… I need your help.”