LOGIN“Maybe. But I could say the same to you, Alex.” He looked down and suddenly became aware that he was holding my full weight while standing on his two legs. This was the strongest Alex had been yet, since returning from the desert. I could feel the power pulsing off of him. He was back to himself a
Fiona “I’m so glad we’re finally doing this.” I closed my eyes and inhaled a deep breath of fresh, cool forest air. The smells of pine, damp earth and my Alpha’s masculine scent combined to soothe and excite my senses all at once. Alexander pulled his shirt off and dropped it onto a large, flat
“I just can’t believe it,” Fiona said. She had the baby slung lazily but comfortably on her hip. Both of them had their blue eyes focused on Nina while she worked on packing her belongings into a big suitcase splayed out atop her fluffy white bedspread. “We’re going to miss you so much here.” “I w
Third person Having his wrists in handcuffs was still unpleasant. Lucas wondered if the sensation of wrist restraints would ever stop triggering memories of his time in captivity. But after weeks in prison, where he was given adequate food and reasonable living conditions, Lucas was pretty sure th
TWO MONTHS LATER. Alexander I slid my hands all over Fiona’s soft, wet skin, tracing the shapes of her curves. It was a relief to have mostly normal use of my hands again, though I was still getting used to the new sensation of having my thumbs free and being able to move them. I was loving this
AlexanderIt was as simple as that. Fiona ignored the stupid things coming out of my mouth, pinned my broken body underneath her and forced me to change my mindstate.She snapped me out of that dark place of near insanity by feeding me her beautiful, intoxicating body and pressing her own energy into
I collected some more food from the kitchen and took it back to the room with me. I sat in bed and created a nest of pillows around me for support. Then I lay on my side comfortably, snacking idly while studying stock reports. Of course, after reading through most of one magazine, I drifted off. It
Fiona Alexander said he had business matters to attend to in the city and needed to leave for a few hours. His eyes were narrow and solemn as he told me he would be back to join me for dinner in the evening. He had not apologized for leaving me alone here for days. But I knew better than to expect
Fiona “Thank you for setting up that interview,” I said to Alexander, as soon as we were alone in the dining room, our glasses and dinner plates full. He looked at me with mild surprise, paused, then shook his head. “You don’t need to thank me. Once I realized that your talents were available, I
Alexander “Have you had a chance to think over everything we discussed?” I winced and lowered the volume on my phone. Uncle Conrad’s booming voice served him well when commanding crowds of subordinates at the firm. But phone conversations with an individual who lacked volume control could be unple







