Nathan could see John's interest in Dana. He didn't like it one bit. There was a time long ago, before Dana had left, when he'd imagined John would be one of the men he'd share his future mate with as per pack law. But, now, having her back again, Nathan found himself less than keen with that idea, a fact that he'd share with Dana if she ever gave him a chance to say his piece. Jealousy or not, though, he couldn't deny Dana needed the attention of a doctor. While her Lycan blood would heal her, broken bones still needed to be set straight, and while rare, there was still a chance of infection. Nathan pulled back the blanket, exposing her upper chest and breasts that were more defined than he remembered. The cooler air of the cabin made them pucker, and his mouth dried up, even as lust shot through him, hardening his cock. A quick glance up caught John staring with his mouth open, his eyes glazed. "Get on with it," Nathan growled. John didn't reply, just went to
Dana knew she was caught in a dream, a recurring one, but she couldn't wake herself, and she was forced to watch and relive the pain of the most defining moment of her life. "Marry me. Be my mate." Nathan dropped to a knee and gazed up at her with shining blue eyes. It awed her that this hunk, strongest of all the boys, wanted her. She tousled his dark hair, unable to resist its thick waves. "Are you insane? I just graduated from high school and haven't even started college yet." She protested, but with a smile. Who could resist the romance of the moment, and who could resist Nathan? She'd loved him it seemed like forever. "So what? You can still take classes as my wife. Why wait? You know we're meant to be together. To become mates for life." His use of the word "mates" reminded her of one uncomfortable fact. "But I can't shift into a wolf like you, which means it won't be a true mating bond." Not to mention they couldn't have children because, like a human, do
She awoke late the next day, her father having let her sleep in and miss her chores given the incredible events of the night before. And she wasn't just talking about the fact that she could now shift like the others. Nathan had asked her to marry him! She would be his wife. As if thinking of him had conjured him, she heard a tapping at her window. She flung back her covers and went to the window in only a T-shirt and underwear. Modesty seemed stupid given their lovemaking. Not to mention her sudden change back into human shape, in all its naked glory, to an audience of several. Her blushes had at least kept her hot until someone gave her a shirt to drape herself in. Even more warming were Nathan's glares at those who openly leered. Who said jealousy wasn't attractive? She unlocked her window and slid it open so her fianc-she giggled in her head at that title-could come in. He grinned widely at her as he enveloped her in a hug that made her squeak. She squealed as he
A lonely life. And one that twelve years later still made her question if it had been the right choice. As her mind went through its third cycle of the night that everything changed, she felt herself pulled from the dream. As she floated back to consciousness, she realized someone shook her gently while a persistent voice insisted she wake up. She slapped at the hand that tapped her cheek, her mind sluggish, and her eyelids held closed by a ton of bricks. "Stop," she protested in a weak voice, forcing the words past a tongue that was thick and dry. She fuzzily wondered how she hadn't died. She remembered pain, lots of it. She also recalled her deep despair and the wish to end it all. She definitely didn't recall lying on a soft mattress like the one she found herself on now or the enticing smell of wolf that, for once, didn't make her want to bolt. Fear kept her eyes closed. What if she had died and was now in some sort of werewolf heaven? "And here I thought you'd be eager
John followed Nathan's stiff body and knew they were in for trouble. They'd all expected her to balk at Nathan's plan, but nobody could have predicted she'd do an about-face and use pack law to choose more mates. Rarely used, it was an obscure clause that Lycan females of age with no guardian could invoke to surround herself with protection. The chosen males could actually say no, but, and this was where the fight would begin, John had no interest in saying no. John wanted Dana with an intensity he'd never expected or experienced. And while Jeffrey, one of her impromptu choices, might back out, given he was quite smitten with a human girl in town, John could already tell Kody didn't mind the idea at all of being mated with the feisty Dana. Nathan was going to freak. They followed Nathan's stiff back down the stairs to the main floor. Nathan whirled once they hit the cavernous living room with its floor-to-ceiling windows. "Unfucking real. She's doing this just to puni
Dana didn't allow herself to cry with self-pity for long. Tears wouldn't fix anything; only action might. Dana realized she probably couldn't get away, but that wouldn't stop her from trying. The guys might have left and locked her in, but doors weren't the only way out. She dove out of the bed, toward the chest of drawers she saw. She rummaged through the male clothing-smelling disturbingly of Nathan-and yanked out a T-shirt that hung down to her knees. Not that she cared. She found some black briefs, but they threatened to slide right down her legs. She yanked them off and pitched them across the room. Screw it. A proper escape didn't require underwear. She headed to the window when she spotted a familiar duffel bag. They grabbed my stuff? She unzipped and, sure enough, found her clothing. Quickly, she stripped the large T-shirt and dressed in her own stuff. She kept her ears peeled for Nathan's return, but while she heard a lot of yelling and thumping, she didn't sense a
Nathan hit the punching bag over and over again. It wasn't working to clear up his frustration, but he felt better for smacking something. I handled it all so fucking wrong. He'd cared for Dana so tenderly during her convalescence, acted the perfect gentlemen as he'd lifted her for bathing and other private necessities that would have surely made her blush had she known. He'd wanted to care for her himself, but had grudgingly allowed John, who had the medical expertise, to monitor and treat her. He'd restrained himself from punching the lights out of his best friend when he noted how his friend lingered over her, his eyes alight with an expression Nathan recognized all too well. But he'd consoled himself with the fact that, once Dana woke, he'd talk to her, apologize for not standing firmer against their fathers, make her understand he'd do anything to make her forgive him because he couldn't live without her. Nathan had tried to forget Dana, but scores of women
Dana paced the bedroom, torn between annoyance and anticipation. After her failed escape attempt and titillating exam by John, she'd napped. A nap that left her hot and bothered and, even worse, more confused than ever. Her dreams were filled with men, familiar ones bent on seducing her, touching her, pleasing her-all at once. And damned if she didn't find it hot. But at the same time, she didn't know what to do about it. Dana was fast approaching thirty-one, and yet she embarrassingly lacked sexual experience. Her maiden voyage, so to speak, with Nathan was her one and only attempt at lovemaking. Not because she didn't desire sex or intimacy,. She just hadn't found anyone else who drew her in the twelve years she'd hidden. Inexperience, however, didn't mean she was completely clueless. She'd taken to reading romance novels and erotica. She became quite adept at masturbation, touching herself in a quick frenzy that didn't completely satisfy her. However, a self-induced orgasm was