Vivid green eyes peered down at her, and she heard the most beautiful mulatto man she'd ever seen say, "And some things are worth a little pain." Who is he, and what is he talking about? The man held her attention, and not just because of his mischievous smile, which widened the more he stared but because he made her want to do things-dirty things, like press her lips to his, lick her way along his cocoa skin, and nibble him. Good God, what is wrong with me? It seemed her topsy-turvy turmoil hadn't ended. Along with this thought came the remembrance that the last thing she recalled, someone had accosted her in an alley as she attempted to escape Gavin. Alarm made her eyes widen, and she scrambled to escape the lap she sat cuddled on. "Easy, sweet cheeks. You're in good hands." "More like groping ones," rumbled a familiar voice. Her gaze darted forward to see the giant from before. Turning his head to the side, giving her his profile, one of his warm
"We should stop in town and buy her some things, seeing as how everything else of hers was destroyed." Gavin's voice, after such a long period of introspective silence, jolted Wyatt. Especially since they'd spent the last few hours coasting along at a moderate speed, keeping an eye open for any vehicles that might be trailing after them. "You can emasculate yourself all you want browsing through the underwear section at the local Walmart, but count me out." "There's nothing wrong with buying a woman some underwear, especially when she's your mate," Gavin replied indignantly. "Yeah, but she's not mine. So no way am I prancing around holding up tops and pants, going, ÔDo you think she'd like this?'" Wyatt adopted a high-pitched tone that caused Gavin to let go of the steering wheel so he could launch a fist his way. Taking the blow with a grunt, Wyatt laughed. "You haven't even touched her pussy yet, and you're already whipped." "Look who's talking," snorted
Bailey didn't recall ever being this angry before. Or scared. When the wolf strode from the woods, she'd thought she'd piss her pants. When the wolf, in some screwed-up body-molting process, turned into Wyatt, she did lose a few drops. Here I thought I'd come to grips with the fact I was abducted by a cult who wanted to have sex with me. Heck, I was even thinking I might enjoy it. Then Wyatt dropped a werewolf bomb followed by a marriage one, and she no longer knew if the earth rotated around the sun or if she'd somehow ended up in an alternate universe because in her world, shit like this just didn't happen. She did the only thing she could think of when faced with facts her mind refused to believe. She freaked. Of course, her temper tantrum had the interesting result of getting Wyatt to manhandle her first, followed by Gavin. The whole situation was enough to drive a girl batty. And horny. Only once he thrust her into a tent, which Parker had erected bef
When Wyatt left the tent, he didn't initially go far because, for some reason, he just couldn't tear his eyes from the gyrating couple. He wanted to join in so badly-wanted to touch Bailey's silky skin, taste her sweet lips again, and sink his teeth into her flesh and irrevocably mark her. With a grunt that sounded more animal than man, he ran from the campground, shifting into his wolf even before he hit the tree line. Run away. Run from the temptation. Run from the future I did not choose. He howled as he bolted through the trees on four feet, his inner turmoil of earlier nothing compared to his current state. Now, he'd gotten a glimpse of her responsive nature, heard her mewling cries of pleasure, tasted her, and seen the ecstasy on his pack brother's face, a pleasure he could have if he weren't so scared to take it. But was he ready for that kind of commitment? Ready to give himself over to a virtual stranger? To someone who knew nothing about his kind, his world?
Bailey woke, spooned into Gavin's body. It seemed her new werewolf husband was very happy to see her if the cock rubbing against her backside was any indication. His lips brushed the skin below her ear, sending a shiver through her. "Morning, darling." "Hi." A trite reply but all she could manage as she suddenly found herself tongue-tied in the light of day. It was one thing to give herself to passion without any abandon the night before, another to realize the man whose arms cradled her thought he owned her-and planned to share her with his buddies. Except for Wyatt. He couldn't get out of here fast enough last night, she recalled, the realization oddly saddening. He must not have liked what he saw. Her curves weren't for everyone. Look at me getting morose over the fact I have to satisfy myself with only one lover. Bailey wanted to slap herself for being so stupid. Besides, how could she feel unattractive with Gavin's callused fingers stroking over her nipples
Bailey ended up riding with Jaxon and Parker again as Gavin and Wyatt cleaned up their camp and checked for signs of pursuit. With Jaxon driving-to keep him out of trouble, Parker had explained with a grin-she ended up seated in the back with the giant. Perfect, because she brimmed with questions, and now that the wolf was out of the bag, so to speak, she hoped he'd answer them. "What's a pack?" Parker's brows lifted. "Jumping right into it, are you? Fair enough. I guess there's no hiding anymore what we are. A pack is what we call a group of Lycans who live together under the rule of an alpha." "So, what, you share a house, and one guy makes up the rules?" A chuckle rumbled forth. "Not quite, baby. We tend to live on compounds, fairly self-sufficient ones, where we use solar energy and wind to create electricity, draw our water from wells, and where each family has its own house." "Like the Amish," she supplied, trying to picture in her mind what ex
"Something's changed about you," Gavin said to Wyatt a few hours into their journey. Up to that point, they'd carefully watched for signs of pursuit and called in a report to Nathan. According to their leader, the rogue incidences seemed to have stopped for the moment, but it wasn't news Gavin or his pack brother celebrated, not when it coincided with their rescue of Bailey. Could Roderick have banded all the rogues and set them on our trail? It made his blood run cold to even think it. He kept in regular contact with Parker, ahead of them with his precious mate, but he wouldn't breathe easy until they'd caught up. "What makes you think anything's different?" Wyatt asked, turning to face him. "You seem more relaxed for one, and you've stopped making smart-ass remarks about my mate." A smile ghosted over his friend's lips. "Let's just say I think I might have found what's been missing in my life." "For real? So you admit she's your mate too." A touch
Bailey couldn't help from lighting up when she saw Gavin and Wyatt strutting into the roadside diner. It especially pleased her that their grim expressions melted into warm smiles of welcome upon seeing her. In short order, she found herself squished in the center of the U-shaped booth, ringed by men. It was enough to render a woman breathless-and make her girly parts moisten. As the new arrivals ordered, Bailey frowned, noting some contusions on their knuckles and faces, marks that seemed days old, but which she knew neither had sported that morning. "What happened to you?" Stretching his arm across the top of her shoulders, Gavin hugged her into him. "Nothing, except I missed you." "It looks like you were in a fight." She flicked her gaze up to him, but he met her query with a soft smile. "Nothing Wyatt and I couldn't take care of. Don't worry. You're safe." "I'm not worried about my safety," she said, her stomach suddenly tight. "I'm worried about