The look on Luther's face when I told him about my dream scared me. It wasn't what I expected. As an adult, you assume a nightmare wouldn't scare another adult, but this one turned his face ashen. His wide shoulders tensed, and his blue eyes turned that dark color I'd noticed in his office. "He stood on two legs?" he asked. I swiped the sweat that had gathered from my hairline with the back of my hand. "Yeah, I know it's weird. I need to get me a glass of water. I'll be right—,"Luther stood up. "I'll get it." He marched over toward the mini-fridge and snagged a bottle. "Here," he said, sitting back down. I noticed that he didn't have a shirt on, and my cheeks burned hot at the sight. He looked even sexier being that it was night, and his eyes were hooded from sleep. "What else happened in the dream?" I unscrewed the cap and stared at him. He seemed very interested in my dream. I sucked down half the bottle and sat it on the night stand. "I don't know, Luther, it's just a dream. Don
She laid with her back to the couch, curled into a ball and I sensed every time she thought about our night, every time a rush of adrenaline coursed through her. I knew she wasn't asleep, but I couldn’t say I knew, because it would confuse her. In fact, everything in the upcoming weeks would confuse Blaire. Go join her, my wolf coaxed. I rolled my eyes, and placed my forearm over my eyes in attempt to drown myself of all emotion. Everything about the night replayed in my mind like a never-ending slideshow. Her soft touch made my body purr, and it scared me. No woman had ever done that to me. I pressed my eyes closed tightly; praying for sleep, but it never came. I knew a mate bond was strong, but nothing prepared me for this. When sunlight hit the window the next morning, I was up and making coffee in the small kitchen. Blaire was half-asleep; her mouth opened slightly, one arm hanging off the bed. I wanted to join her, kiss and bite every square inch of her body until she begged
Alicia: Where did you go? Come back and drink with me? Both of the guys left. No one wants to have fun tonight. I shoved my phone back into the depths of my pocket, and ignored Alicia's rant. I loved the girl, but there was more to life than drinking and partying every weekend. I'd spent my afternoon paying my landlord back rent, and eating Ben and Jerry's while being depressed that over half of my check was gone. At least I had somewhere to be depressed. Then Alicia showed up with Jory, and Axel to make matters worse. I told her I wasn't in the mood, but being Alicia, she persuaded me to let them in for a while. Which made me uncomfortable. The way Axel stared at me made my spine stiffen, and I was a laidback person. If someone made me uncomfortable, they were freaking weird. What were the chances of Jory hitting it off with Alicia of all people, and Axel tagging along? It was conspicuous, and I had no one to call but Luther, who showed up within minutes with his fury in tow. "Th
"Control yourself," I hissed to my wolf. He'd become nearly incontrollable when Blaire followed me into my bedroom. The simple scent of her skin had me undone. I'd told her the truth, because I knew she wouldn't move across the hallway if I didn't. Besides pissing herself, she took it—okay-ish. I wasn't sure if this was a façade yet, and she waited for me to turn my head so she could run for it. She knew she wouldn't make it far. Blaire stopped at the bathroom door, her gaze transfixed on my lavish bathroom with the overhanging showerhead and expensive granite countertops. I slipped up behind her, skimming my hot mouth against the smooth path of her neck. "I never knew a mate would make me feel like this?" Blaire chuckled, clutching the granite countertop in front of her, our gazes locked in the mirror. "You didn't look for me?" I didn't want to put my foot in my mouth, but she deserved the truth. I gripped her hips, and lifted her to the cabinet. "Honestly, no. I didn't want a
By the look on Luther's face, I figured it would be bad. His shoulders tensed, and his grip tightened around my wrist. "Stay by me," he hissed. I gave him an are you okay look before stepping out of the car. The ranch style house was beautiful, with a wraparound porch, overflowing ferns, and magnolia trees in the yard. Who I assumed was his mother, met him halfway, her smile reached her blue eyes, and her graying hair was pulled into a stylish bun. "Darling, I'm so glad to see you," she said, pinching his cheeks as if he wasn't this powerful alpha of their pack. I loved it. Her steely gaze shifted to mine, and her smile brightened. "I'm so sorry that I'm not more prepared for your arrival. Luther didn't tell me that you were coming," she said, giving him an eye roll. "What's your name, Lovely?" "I'm Blaire Summers. It's nice to meet you …" "I'm Barbara—you can call me Barbie. I'm so thrilled Luther has found his mate," he gaze dropped to my neck. "I see you haven't been marked
My body hummed with adrenaline, my wolf paced back and forth in anticipation of beating the hell out of Marcus. We'd never been close growing up. When I was deemed the next Alpha of our pack, Marcus grew cold and distant.When I walked into the room, I'd feel his gaze on me, haunting and pissed as if I purposefully took the position out from underneath him.The smug look on his face as I jacked him up, sent shivers up my spine due to the lack of emotion in his eyes. The fact he brought Emily here was a definite stab in the back. I didn't dare look over at her, because it'd be too much to handle. I never meant for it to happen. We were just kids. Still figuring out our strength and our abilities. But Marcus didn't see it that way. To him, I was a killer. The reason his mate died. "Boys!" Momma said. "You two knock it off right now. We're trying to have a nice dinner."Marcus put his palms up in surrender, his shirt still bunched in my grasp. "You're right, Momma. I think Luther shoul
What a night. I pulled off my clothes, and slipped into a silk pair of pajamas and a T-shirt. What was that saying? You can't choose your family. I couldn't believe the look of anger on Luther's face when Marcus brought that girl to dinner. I wanted to know who she was, but I didn't want to pry. Each of us had lives before the other. It wouldn't be fair to judge him when Thomas showed up my first day at work. My stomach growled, and I glanced at the door, hoping Luther brought something filling. After the unwanted girl gave me dirty glances, I'd lost my appetite. But being outside, riding on Luther's wolf, I got it back. I'd never experienced anything like that before. It'd sucked the breath from my lungs, and gave me the best adrenaline rush I'd ever experienced. The smell of the night, and the soft feeling of his fur … it felt like I'd stepped into a fairytale. Call me Little Red Riding Hood. Only the wolf doesn't eat me … yet. I chuckled to myself. "What are you laughing at?
Blaire's lean body was stretched out in the passenger side of my car, her breathing relaxed and content.I didn't want to ruin that.I wanted her to feel safe enough to sleep and be comfortable all the time. This wasn't how I wanted to introduced my human mate to being a part of the werewolf universe. I pictured shifting for the first time, her being frightened, but us running off into the sunset together.I didn't want Axel or Marcus anywhere in the picture. Nor did I picture shewolves and people being attacked by lycans so close to home.It terrified me to think of someone putting their hands on her. The only hands I wanted touching Blaire Summers were my own. I debated—my finger twitched—to reach over and run my palm up the span of her thigh, but I didn't want to wake her. The sun was setting as I pulled into the parking garage of the penthouse.Truth be told, I didn't want her to stay in the apartment across from me. I wanted her in my bed, where I could keep a better watch on her