LOGINGideon must be enjoying himself because he’s grunting and groaning while pulling on my hair so hard that I’m worried he will pull it out by the roots, my nails are digging hard into his thigh but I desperately want to let him go and plunge two fingers into my dripping centre. Each time Gideon plants himself deep inside of my throat, my pussy gives another pulse and my need rocks to a higher level. I’ve never been this turned on in my life and Gideon is barely touching me. I used to love taking control but there is something about being submissive to Gideon that just sets me on fire. “Fuck, I can see my cock in your throat," Gideon groans. I feel a hand leave the side of my head and clasp my throat; it makes me gag for the first time but I fight through it. I look up through my lashes to see Gideon watching me with blazing yellow eyes; his lips are wet from where he’s been licking them and there’s a redness running down his neck and over his chest. He’s panting like he’s run a maratho
“Gideon!” I screech his name as I’m flipped onto my hands and knees; Gideon’s hard cock instantly presses against my ass and his hands are so tight on my hips that there is no way I’m escaping him. I flip my hair to one side so I can pull in a deep breath; the fast move has pulled all of the air from my body but it's done nothing to ease the arousal he’s started to pull from me. There is something about arguing with Gideon that just sets me on fire; I somehow start off angrier than I ever have before and end up flat on my back writhing with a need I never knew I had. Someone once told me I was a borderline sex addict but now I know the truth; I’m addicted to Gideon and what he does to me. “Not now.” Gideon growls, his hand leaves my hip and a second later crashes down on my asscheek, I let out a whimper of pain which is mixed with pleasure thanks to the way he’s stroking my abused skin. I push back into his hand as much as his other hand on my hip will allow. “Gideon.” I whimper his
“What notes? What margins?” Gideon asks while stroking over my stomach; it's hard to focus on much of anything when he’s holding me like this. The second he gets close, it's like everything else just falls away; no matter how worked up I get or how angry I feel, Gideon is like the safe harbour in a storm. No matter how strong I feel, I know that there are times when I need to sit down and let the weakness flood in. I’ll never admit it outloud but I think Gideon knows what I need without me ever having to say anything. “So I got a little stir-crazy in the cell with Dutton spitting all kinds of shit about clones and being made from a blood sample of some poor hidden shifter in the human bunker.” I wave my hand in the air as if trying to clear the craziness that seems to be clinging to me lately. “I thought the grate was going to be a way out but instead it took me to some dank little lab with weird blue lights.” I continue to tell Guideon everything, from the dust to the chains on the
“You killed the Master.” Elle mutters for what feels like the twentieth time, we’re standing in the clearing where I first took her; the small flowers littering the ground is just more proof that she’s unlocked her wolf. I can’t wait for the pregnancy to be over so I can see her wolf for the first time; greeting her wolf is high on my priority list, which might be a little wrong but it won’t change. Shifting for the first time is going to cause my mate some serious pain but I know Elle can handle it; she’s been through worse and always comes out the other side. “How many times do I need to say it?” I groan as I lay back in the flowers and look up at the tree canopy. I’ve just spent the last thirty minutes telling her everything that happened when I was with the humans; I left nothing out. I told her all about Harmon and how she reminded me of her. I told her about every cut, punch and slash I received and then I told her in as much detail as I could remember about how I escaped and h
I watch in horror as several fully shifted wolves step up to Dutton, he’s been secured by his wrists and ankles so he’s completely spread eagled between two trees; he has no way to defend himself from the incoming attack. I glance at Gideon to see his eyes have turned completely yellow and he’s watching his enforcers move in with fascination dancing across his face. His hand on mine tightens so much that my fingers are being crushed against one another; he’s enjoying watching Dutton get his punishment and I suppose a normal woman would be grossed out but I find myself rooting for the enforcers. “Take the pups home.” Gideon growls; he’s looking over my head to Ghost but my little glow-worm enforcer doesn’t move a muscle; he just shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. I suppose he’s taking the whole Luna protection detail seriously; maybe being marked by Gideon isn’t all bad if it comes with some muscle at my back. “I’ve got it.” Comes the voice of an enforcer I’ve not really had m
I’m stunned into silence. The Pack isn’t just accepting Elle; they are welcoming her like she’s the long-lost Luna they have been waiting lifetimes for. When Nicole was made my mate and Luna, she was given a few gifts, several Pack members came to welcome her and my mother planned a special meal but that was it. Elle is being welcomed by everyone. Every person we’ve passed on the way to the clearing has handed her a gift which Ghost is now carrying; his arms are filled with clothing, weapons, fruit and even several bottles of home-brewed whisky. Each time Elle has accepted their vow of protection and loyalty with humility and confidence, I don’t think she fully understands how much this means for our future. I thought we would have to fight for her to be accepted but it looks like the Pack is fully on board. I was ready to explain everything she’s done for the Pack and why the Luna trails were not needed because she’s already passed each one in her own way but I doubt I will need to s
I don’t cry for long; I’m just not that kind of girl. I think my overwhelming emotions got the better of me and I knew I needed to run or shame myself in front of the strongest man I’ve ever met. I was blindly running, which is unlike me so I have no idea where I am. I know I can’t be outside of th
“This is your Pack, you’re the Alpha and you make the call.” A small tear trickles down my cheek as I whisper the words; I think Gideon must see what it's costing me to say those words because he doesn’t push me any further. For a split second his thumb strokes across my jawbone, and then he’s gone
"What's her name?” He asks me quietly. Gideon’s wolf lets out a small huff of annoyance as the man cups my elbow to get my attention; he quickly lets me go and takes a small step back to put space between us. “Mila and she’s of the Academy, she doesn’t know she’s following a lie. Please, don’t kil
I know where the shooter is because it's exactly where I would perch myself; Gideon will be confused, but I knew this was coming as soon as I saw Octavia’s computer. The Pack is still alive; the Pack still stands and no one has been killed so it's only natural that the Academy would send someone el







