ログインDax"For the record, your sister extorts people better than most professionals. And I think she’s scarier than you are.""You're not helping.""I'm complimenting. The whole broody, bitchy do-as-I-say-or-I’ll-end-you thing seems to be a family trait. She’s just better at it than you are."Noah takes his eyes off the road for exactly long enough to look like he's considering the ditch for both of us.I grin at him.Can't help it.Haven't been able to help much of anything since he put his hands on me the night before last.Ours, says the wolf, stretched out and pleased with himself, a king reviewing his territory.The territory is the man driving.Make him pull over.We're working.Work after.Later. Maybe. Probably.Noah's window is cracked and the whole cab smells like him.Cedar and cold air, and it's still new enough to catch me off guard.The sharp green thing that used to live under his scent packed up and left the day he stopped lying to himself and his ex, and what's underneath
Noah"You're late for work," my sister says from the hood of my truck in the parking lot of my apartment complex.She’s stretched out comfortably, leaning back on one arm at nine forty in the morning, eating what appears to be my emergency granola bar from my glove box."Tori.""Noah.""Get off my truck.""Make me."She takes another bite."Your boss says hi, by the way."And there goes my morning.I had a whole plan for today.Walk in late, avoid eye contact with the man I spent last night underneath, mop something, pretend my entire skeleton doesn't file a complaint every time I sit down.Simple.Achievable."You went to see him. Why?""I did go to see him."She hops off the hood and lands light as a cat, the way I taught her."Since you've decided I don't exist, I figured I'd go around you. Turns out the big bad Alpha is easier to get a meeting with than my own brother.""You walked into a werewolf's territory. Alone.""It's a gym, Noah. There was a senior citizen on a treadmill. A
Dax"That was nine. You said ten."Bex glares at me over the loaded bar like I robbed her personally."You're cheating me out of reps, coach.""I would never.""You lost count."I did lose count. Somewhere around six."Reset your grip and pull. Chest up. There. That's ten. Ish."She racks it, disgusted, and stalks off to find someone who'll pay attention.Fair. My head's not in it.My head's on my office couch, seven hours ago, a hunter coming apart with my name in his mouth.Ours, the wolf says, smug as a cat in sunlight. They should know.Not today, buddy.They’ll find out anyway. Wolves are terrible at secrets. It’s one of our best qualities.Yeah, well, human-me's not exactly setting records either.Best night of our life, the wolf says, sprawled fat and smug behind my ribs. You're welcome. I told you to keep him.You told me to bite him. Not the same thing.Details.The whole gym still smells like him.Like us.My scent all over a Hunter, his all over me, neither of us slept and
DaxThere's cum cooling on my stomach, a hunter breathing slow against my throat, and I'm lying here grinning at my own ceiling like a man with a head injury.Best night of my life, hands down. It's not even a contest.Noah hasn't said anything in five minutes.He's not asleep, either. I can tell from the way he's holding his shoulders, all that careful stillness, like if he stays quiet enough the last hour will agree to take itself back.Good luck with that.My couch kept the receipts.Ours, the wolf says, and for once he isn't shouting.He's sprawled out fat and smug somewhere behind my ribs, basking like he personally won a war.Keep him. Don't let him walk out.That's the one thing I can't promise you, buddy.Because the wolf already wanted more than this.When I had my teeth at his throat he wanted to finish it, the forever way, the no-take-backs way, and I'm the bastard who slammed that door in his face.The wolf will be complaining about when he’s done being smug and sated, but
NoahOne inch in and I already know I'm done for.Not in a way I'll ever say out loud.Out loud I'm not saying anything, because if I open my mouth right now the things that come out are probably going to embarrass me for the rest of my natural life.I had no idea it would feel this good.He's holding still. An inch of him stretching me open, and the rest of him shaking with the effort of not moving."Breathe," he says again, voice rough as gravel. "I've got you."I don't need him to have me. I need him to stop treating me like I'll crack."I'm a hunter, Dax. I've been stabbed and nearly killed more times than I can remember. Move.""You've never been stabbed by my cock."Arrogant asshole.It is a very nice cock though.Even thinking those words are giving me pre-PTSD.He sinks in another inch and the burn whites out the smart reply I had loaded.A month ago, I was trying to kill him.Hunting him with a crossbow and silver-tipped arrows. Feeling not the slightest hesitation about taki
DaxHe told me he'd put me through the wall.Some optimistic part of me is hoping he tries.We're a tangle on the mats he disinfected not long ago, both of us naked, both of us long past the point where stopping is a word either of us still owns, and Noah Hunter is fighting me for the top like the loser gets executed.Let him win, the wolf says, which is not the advice I expected from him. Let him think he can overpower us. Then take it back.Smartest thing he’s said in twenty years.I give Noah an inch.He takes it like a gift, drives a thigh up between mine, and for one bright second he's got my wrists pinned and triumph all over his stupid gorgeous face."There," he breathes. "That's more like it.""Is it?"I let him keep it.Let him feel like king of the mountain for exactly as long as it takes to hook a heel behind his knee and roll us so hard the air leaves him in a grunt."That's more like it," I agree, settling my weight down where it belongs.He bucks.I ride it.He gets a fo
NoahTonight I'm doing something no Hunter has done in the history of ever.I'm standing in the open at the Northgate fence, unarmed, waiting for a werewolf to show up.Dad would shoot me himself. Two in the chest, one in the headstone. HERE LIES NOAH. HE WAS ASKING FOR IT.Leaving it behind is a d
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
NoahThe wolf hits it like a truck, and the thing barely rocks.Wrong.Two hundred pounds of Alpha at a dead run should fold anything with a spine.This rotten thing takes the hit, slides back a boot-length in the dirt, and swings an arm the size of my leg.The wolf has to wrench sideways midair to
DaxFor the last hour I've been telling myself I'm only out here to keep the idiot from getting himself killed.It's a good lie.Responsible.Very Alpha.The kind of thing my father would've said with a straight face right before going off and doing exactly what he wanted.Truth is, I caught his tr







