LOGINI follow silently behind Gideon as he leads me back to the main house, the entire Pack is silent thanks to how late it is, so we make it to the front door without anyone stopping us. Although there is a lack of people in the makeshift streets, it's clear there is grief hanging in the air; I can feel it pressing me down, and no matter how much I try to put my mind on something else, it's all I can feel. I’m about to push past Gideon so I can get into the house and away from all thegrief when he places a hand on my chest and holds out his other; he doesn’t say a single thing but I know what he wants. No weapons inside of the house; he warned me that first morning that if I ever picked up a weapon, he would kill me. I suppose the rules have changed somewhat but he still doesn't want me armed in the house. “The safety is on; don’t lose it. I like the balance of it.” I double-check the safety is still clicked in place and then place the cold metal gun in his hand; his long fingers curl ar
I’ve never been one for kissing. It always seemed too personal but with Gideon I find myself leaning into it. His lips aren’t soft or sweet; he’s demanding and forceful, his tongue demands entry into my mouth and I have no choice but to let him in. He’s gripping the back of my head and pressing on my lower back so I have no choice but to be plastered against his naked body. I can feel his cock pulsing between us; it's trapped and unable to get to where I really need it and no amount of wiggling is going to move it. I can do nothing but submit to his will and keep kissing him. I’ve heard that kisses can be gentle and loving but that's not what this is. Gideon is showing me my place by using his mouth and somehow the taste of him is making me want to stay right where I am. I’ve never wanted to submit before; I’ve never met a man worthy of that kind of control but as Gideon’s whisky-flavoured tongue dances with mine, I find myself wondering if submitting would be so bad. At least then I
“So that's how you treat the males who find their way between your legs?” Gideon sounds pissed, maybe even a little jealous; he’s not wrong, though. I was really cold towards Dutton but I have no experience of dealing with men after I’ve fucked them. Most of the men I’ve screwed have been reststop guys, I’ve never seen one more than once and I’ve never had a repeat action. It's stress relief for me, an urge deep inside of me that I can’t control; sometimes it feels like if I don’t fuck someone or find my release, then I might explode. It helps me sleep by calming my mind and allowing my body to have that sweet hum. Gideon used his fingers on me and I slept the full day; I can only imagine the coma he would put me in if I felt him tunnel in and out of me. “Is this where you call me a whore?” I snap back at him. I don’t turn to look at him, though; I can’t stand to see the pity in his eyes. I’ve heard it all before. Even with the fucked-up world, a woman is still judged for having a he
I don’t need Dutton to tell me what he’s doing; I felt his resistance the second I connected to him and told him I needed him at the farm. I never thought he would run though. I've heard tales of shifters who flee when their Pack faces challenges, but this is unprecedented. “I’ve invested in you. I had you trained as our Pack doctor and gave you everything you wanted; I even let your useless brother be an enforcer!” I roar over Phelan’s wold whimpering like a pup; I saw the injury Elle has caused and it's nothing more than a flesh wound. If Phelan would shut up and shift, it would already be partly healed; instead, he’s milking the wound for all it's worth and getting on my last nerve. “Our Beta is dead!” Dutton shouts back at me; he’s red in the face, and his gaze keeps flicking between me and Elle like he’s trying to decide who the bigger threat is. “Our Head Enforcer is dead, and you're banishing me to the farm. I know what's next; I’m not stupid. If you wanted the human for your
Gideon doesn’t slow down; he’s running at full speed and I feel completely inadequate running with him. No matter how hard I push myself, I can’t reach the speed of his wolf; every now and again, he stops to sniff the base of a tree or the leaves of a bush and that's when I manage to catch up with him. His wolf always gives a small huff and starts running again. I’m not sure if he’s stopping to let me catch up or if he’s scenting for a possible threat. Mila was only killed a few hours ago, so unless the academy sends in duplicates, the next person won’t be here for at least a day— maybe three if they are deeper into the sectors. I lose track of time as we run deeper into the forest; I can smell the fresh pine leaves and hear small animals scurrying out of the wolf's way as he continues to follow the dark route, looking back every now and then to make sure he hasn’t lost me. I’m starting to think he’s just making me run around so I won’t keep demanding sex when the wolf in front of me
I think Gideon might be training me to be his little lap dog because as soon as he’s out of sight, I push off the bed and start following him. The house is dark and quiet; the candles in the window have been put out and I can no longer hear the sounds of someone throwing up. I can hear the small snores, though, and when I pass the door with the name Milo surrounded by little foam moons and stars, I remember Brandon saying he had a son. Gideon doesn’t look back to see if I’m following him; he just leads me past a small ratty sofa and then a family kitchen complete with a table and four chairs. I’m not sure why, but seeing the full fruit bowl in the middle of the table makes a lump form in my throat. Everything my eyes land on makes me think of a family; Brandon and his wife don’t just live here; they’re raising their child together, and a small part of me is jealous of little Milo sleeping soundly in his bed. I never had a full fruit bowl or a family table in the kitchen; little foam s
I haven’t even left the house yet and I’m already in awe of what Gideon has built here. Where I’m from, parents are a fantasy and Gideon has a mother who makes breakfast for not just him but his friends as well, it's clear Flora cooks for everyone on the regular and not because I’m here. I never th
“She needs some food momma Flora.” Phelan laughs and a few of the other enforcers nod in agreement; Elle’s face blushes a bright red as she steps back from the stove. “Of course she does. Go and take a seat, dear; if my son bites, I’ll bite him right back.” I gasp in mock shock at my mother's thre
After a few minutes and several more shouts for someone to stop what they’re doing, Flora and I run from the clinic to find out what's going on. The little cotton ball falls from my grip the second I step out of the door and see two massive wolves attacking eachother, Gideon and the guy that abrupt
“Alright, I guess I should ask when the last time you saw a doctor was?” Dutton crosses his arms over his well-built chest, making his biceps bulge, he’s not as muscled as Gideon but it's clear that he works out regularly. Flora is standing at the back of the examination room; she’s standing right







