LOGINCodyI’m up off Mato’s chest so fast that my knee nearly lands in his balls on the way.He blocks it with one big hand. “Careful. I’m going to need those later.”“Sorry,” I say, but I can’t stop grinning, so it’s not very convincing. “You said bed. I’m not giving you time to come up with a reason why we should wait.”“I couldn’t think of one if I tried.” He gets up off the floor without even using his hands, which is just showing off. “Go on. I’ll be right behind you.”I head for his bedroom without a stitch on, and I know he’s watching my ass the entire way, because he crashes straight into the armchair.“Fuck,” he mutters, rubbing his thigh. “I’ve never once walked into that chair.”I laugh so hard I have to grab the doorframe.Behind me, one boot hits the floor, then the other. When I look back, he’s kicked them off in the middle of the living room and left them on their sides where they landed. Mato’s the neatest man I know. Two abandoned boots shouldn’t make me this happy.His be
MatoThe only bedroom in this house is mine. He’s slept on my couch every night for weeks, and the worst thing he could think to threaten me with is my own bed.Cody’s in my lap, jeans unbuttoned, my hand on his bare stomach. I’m so happy it scares me a little.His skin’s hot, and every breath he takes pushes his stomach up into my palm.‘He said no more asking,’ my wolf growls. ‘Touch him before he banishes us from our own den.’My claws are still out. He told me to stop being careful, and I’m trying. But there’s careless, and then there’s putting claws within an inch of his dick. I ease them back in, left and then right, and he doesn’t argue.Then I push my hand into his jeans and close it around him.He’s so hard, and he’s already leaking. I’ve wanted this for so long that my hand isn’t steady.Cody goes completely still.He stares down at himself in my grip, breathing in short, shocked little gasps, clutching my shoulders so hard I can feel his nails. I stroke him once, and he whi
*I'm so sorry about no update yesterday. I've had flu for about a week and yesterday I just couldn't get out of bed.CodyMato’s standing on the other side of his own front door, and he isn’t coming in.I heard him from halfway across the yard. Boots pounding through the snow, way too fast for anybody out for a nice evening walk, then one heavy thump as he jumped up all three steps in one leap.Now he’s right there, an inch of wood away, breathing hard enough that he must have run the whole way here.It’s his house, and the door isn’t even locked. All he has to do is walk in.I could open it myself. My hand’s been on the handle since he hit the yard, and I can’t make it turn. If I open this door, he’s going to look at me with that calm, careful face and ask if I’m okay.He’ll say something decent about Rafe and maybe even head back to Finn’s for the rest of the night, because that was the deal and he just came to see if I was safe. And I’ll have to stand here and watch him be a good m
Mato“You can stop guarding it,” Finn says. “I’m not going to burn a pie that’s already cooked.”“Kelly warned me about you and toast.”“That was one time, years ago, and she’s never let it go! That toaster only had two settings, raw and on fire.”I don’t move away from the oven anyway. Kelly’s pot pie is pretty much the only thing in this house I can actually do anything useful about.Across the Reserve, Rafe is probably standing at my stove right now, possibly wearing nothing but an apron, using my pans and opening my drawers.Cody’s sitting there watching him provide, probably comparing the normal stuff I usually make to Rafe’s over-the-top cordon bleu shit, which will undoubtedly be perfect and delicious.‘Our den is going to stink of him, and his hands are all over our things,’ my wolf growls. ‘Let me go and tear his throat out and leave him in the snow for the crows.’No. Cody said yes to him, and tearing anybody’s throat out won’t change that.I said I’d stay away until morning
Cody“Does he actually read all of these, or does he just like having something to hide behind?” Rafe asks, pointing Mato’s spatula at the bookshelves.He isn’t hiding. He just likes books better than most people, and after an hour of Rafe in his kitchen, I’m about ready to grab one off the shelf and hide behind it myself.I’ve been furious with Mato all day. He left before it got dark, and neither of us said goodbye. I’m mad enough to scream at him, and if he came home right now, I’d still kiss him before I got a single word out. And Rafe’s got me jumping to Mato’s defense anyway.“He reads them,” I say. “All of them, some of them twice. He just doesn’t feel the need to tell everybody about it.”If Rafe hears the jab in that, he doesn’t let it bother him.Dax picked him up at the gate and dropped him at the front door like takeout. He didn’t even get out of the truck. He just grinned at me through the windshield and drove off, and I swear if I’d held a tip up to the glass, he’d have
Mato“Finn’s making up the spare room with the good sheets,” Dax says before I’ve even got his front door shut behind me. “And I’m bringing popcorn. The big bag, with extra butter, because watching you quietly lose your shit is going to be very entertaining.”He’s sitting at his kitchen table in a pair of sweatpants, grinning at me like it’s his birthday and somebody’s just wheeled me in with a bow on my head.I only came over because he texted me to get my ass over here. If I’d ignored it, he’d have turned up at my place instead, and Cody would have heard every word of this conversation through the bathroom door.He’s barely said a word to me as it is. He was up before me this morning, made a full pot of coffee, poured exactly one cup and took it into the shower with him. The rest of the pot is sitting on my counter getting cold, and I’m pretty sure that was the whole point of making so much.I’d let him pour every pot I own down the sink if it meant he’d look at me again the way he
DaxThe thing's in pieces at our feet and my body's still waiting for round two.I never come down off a kill clean. My blood's still up, ears still straining, every muscle still voting to hit something else.I don’t think it’s a werewolf thing. It’s an adrenaline thing.So when the wolf decides to
NoahThree miles from where you should be standing.The asshole could have at least given me a direction.Fortunately, I’ve learned to trust my instincts.Hunters don’t have any inherent magic, but our senses are more developed than those of ordinary humans.So here I am.Three miles out from the N
DaxThe wolf wants to turn around.He's wanted to turn around since I cleared the fence, and he isn't being quiet about it, because quiet isn't a thing he owns.He just keeps shoving the same word into the back of my skull like a toddler with a doorbell.Ours.Ours, ours, ours."He's a hunter," I t
NoahThree weeks I've been hunting this wolf, and tonight, finally, he does me the courtesy of holding still long enough to kill.Big of him.He's at the tree line where Northgate's fence gives up and the real woods start, and he's shirtless.Obviously. He almost always is.Cold's got nothing to sa







