Pirate Lord by Stephanie Anthony

Pirate Lord by Stephanie Anthony

Author:Stephanie Anthony
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Published: 2018-01-17T05:00:00+00:00


Chapter 11

Storms ahead

The rain hammered against the planks of the deck. The weather had been good to them up to this point, and it seemed to be making up for the lack of rain all in one go. The wind howled, catching any strips of loose sail and sending them trembling. The sky was dark, the storm seemingly endless. They’d seen it coming a mile off and had made all the necessary preparations before the wind got too strong, so now it was just a case of battling through it and trying not to get hit too far off course.

They were headed to the nearest pirate port, Crag Rock. They’d already sent out a fair few messages directly from the Pirate Lord’s Island, calls to arms that would reach the majority of the ships in the Pack – the ones that were close enough to reach the Island in good time anyway. But if you ever wanted to find a large group of pirates quickly, Crag Rock, or its larger and arguably more refined sister Crescent Bay, was a good bet. Crag Rock was closer and time was not their friend, so that made the decision simple. What Merek asked was an impossible task. Gathering the Pack was hard enough, let alone doing it in barely a month.

Lily sighed. They were really in a mess. She gripped the edge of the crow’s nest as the ship titled alarmingly, the spray showering her. Her heart pounded in her chest and her knuckles whitened as she gripped tighter and screamed into the wind.

“What the hell are you doing?”

She titled her head to see Tristan clambering up the last portion of the mast, swinging himself under the balustrade of the crow’s nest to sit beside her.

“Anger management!” Lily shouted back.

“We’re in the middle of a bloody storm and you’re up here shouting?”

“Join me.”

“You’re crazy.”

“Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, come on!”

Tristan rolled his eyes as he stood up, his hand grazing Lily’s as he gripped the rail. His hair was plastered to his face, his beautiful tattoos visible beneath his sodden shirt, the sculpted muscles of his chest and stomach also defined by the wet fabric. His expression was neutral, but there was a spark in his eye that Lily knew all too well. He grinned, sending her heart flipping, and then he turned to the wind and bellowed. Lily met his grin and joined in, their voices mingling with the gale, lost to the waves.

They shouted until their throats went hoarse, then both collapsed into fits of laughter. Tristan released his grip on the rail, just to wrap his arms round Lily, his chest against her back. His warmth seeped into her, his breath tickling her cheek as he kissed her neck. They both tensed as another huge wave enveloped the ship.

Tristan shook the moisture out of his hair and rolled his grip on the rail. “Merek can do what he likes. We’re still Wolves. We will always be Wolves.” His breath was warm against her cheek, his voice vibrating through her back.



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