LOGIN“You’re safe,” he said, low and certain. “Give it to me.” Kaelani’s body clenched—pleasure spiking so sharply it stole her breath. Her back arched, a broken sound tearing out of her as she came with his name on her lips. “Julian—!” Her hands fisted in his hair. Her thighs locked around him. And
Almost. His hand went to the button of his pants, then the zipper, dragging it down before shoving the fabric low on his hips. He hooked his thumbs into the waistband and pushed everything lower—kicking the material off one leg, then the other—never once breaking eye contact. His cock was rock har
Julian kissed her—long, slow—then began to move down her body with unhurried intent. His mouth traced her neck, her shoulders, her breasts, his tongue lingering at her nipples until her breath caught and her body lifted toward him. He gave each one a slow, careful tease before sinking lower, settlin
Julian swallowed. His voice came low, precise—controlled because it had to be. “Tell me you’ll stop me if anything feels wrong.” Kaelani’s hands slid to his face, palms warm against his jaw. “This could never feel wrong,” she whispered. A tremor ran through him—more urgency than softness, more aw
For a beat, he didn’t move. Like his body had forgotten how to function beyond the single fact of her in his arms—warm, wrapped around him, mouth still swollen from the kiss, eyes steady and sure. His throat worked. His hands tightened on her—one firm at the curve of her ass, the other sliding up
She hesitated only a second before placing her hand in his. He led her out into the living area, the soft music from the record player filling the space as he guided her into position. Gently, he lifted her arms, settling them around his neck, his hands finding her waist with quiet certainty. “Jus
They drove for nearly an hour in silence. The farther they got from the packhouse, the more Julian’s pulse steadied… but the ache for his mate remained. Like a tether stretched taut in his chest, threatening to snap. At last, Jace turned onto a cracked service road lined with rusting signs and ove
Julian’s voice was steady. “Understood.” Jace nodded beside him. “Understood.” The elder leaned forward slightly, gaze like a blade. “Furthermore, should either of you become aware of the whereabouts of the fugitive—now officially registered as Kaelani Blake of the Silveredge Pack—you are to repor
His stare wasn’t lecherous or hostile. It was assessing. Quietly intense. Like he was trying to place her—like she was a song he’d heard before but couldn’t quite recall. His chalice remained untouched. The cards long forgotten. “Where are you from?” he asked, voice soft but weighted. Kaelani hes
The words echoed like a curse in her mind. Unseelie Court. That’s what Garrick had called it. That’s what he’d said her mother was—a dark fae of the Unseelie Court. Kaelani’s heart pounded, but the rhythm was hollow, stunned, as her legs moved of their own accord, flanked by six spear-wielding wa







