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Dax

Here's a fun fact about lying to your whole pack in the heat of the moment.

You get maybe four seconds to pick your story.

I spend three of them thinking about his mouth.

Great instincts. Real display of leadership quality.

The trees open and they pour in, six of them, half-shifted, eyes glowing in the dark.

Mato's already got fur down his arms.

Reena's circling the corpse with her lip curled like it insulted her mother.

Which, fair. The smell alone is a war crime.

"Alpha." Mato's voice com
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    Dax"Slower," Noah says from the chair. "Do the next one slower. I'm very invested."Day two, late afternoon, and I'm doing pull-ups on the doorframe bar because a man needs somewhere to put two days of holding his own leash, and my options are this or chopping enough firewood for a decade.He's just starting to ride a new wave. Loose, warm, watching me with his chin propped on his knuckles."You're supposed to be resting.""I'm supervising. Chin over the bar. God, look at your back working. I've had my mouth on most of that and it still stuns me just watching the muscles ripple.""You're not helping.""I’m helping myself. You should relax more."I snort out a laugh. Coming from Mr. Stoicism over there, that’s a very rich statement.“Don’t listen to me next time I make fun of you not wearing a shirt. It’s a crime against my eyeballs to cover all that up. I love looking at you. Maybe just make regularly scheduled fucking breaks in the office to ease the discomfort of what the sight of

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 121 – By Hand

    Noah"Open."I open. He puts a strawberry in my mouth and watches me chew like it's his favorite show on HBO.Day one, early afternoon, sun all over the kitchen, and my boyfriend is feeding me lunch one piece at a time.By hand.I’ve never been happier about anything in my life, and I've said so a dozen times, out loud, with supporting arguments.Last night ran long, and I remember every glorious minute, which is a problem for day three."That one was a nine," I tell him. "Slightly underripe. Your fingers carried it.""High praise.""Your fingers could carry anything. They should run the town."He holds up a piece of toast and I take it from his hand with my teeth, along with some knuckle, on purpose. He forced me to stop worshiping him so we could come downstairs and eat.He pulls back and inspects the damage. A dent in the skin, no blood. The grin on him could power the house."You bit me.""I grazed you lightly. Because I want to devour you."I catch his wrist before it gets away a

  • Knotting the Hunter   Chapter 120 – Hands Off

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    DaxThe plan's simple, which means the catch hasn't shown up yet.Noah sits on a bench by the river looking lonely and sexy.I lie in the brush thirty feet downwind, waiting to watch the thing that's been snacking on this town try to flirt with what's mine.The wolf's been growling about the seating arrangement since sundown.‘We should be on the bench. He should be in the bush.’You know it doesn't want to seduce werewolves.‘Then it's stupid as well as ugly.’Twenty-four hours since Tori's texts lit up our porch, and my boyfriend spent most of them planning how to make himself irresistible to a fairy.His words at the kitchen table this morning, said around a mouthful of toast,"It hunts lonely people, and it's got a schedule. Tristan walks that path after dinner, so I get to the bench an hour early. A fresh sad man in its territory, sitting where its food sits. It'll want a taste before the regular delivery shows up."I hated the plan immediately and couldn't find a way around it,

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    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

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    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

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