ZoeBlake growls quietly in approval. I reach between us and take his thick length in my hand, eliciting a grunt from him. I ache for him to be inside my body, one with me, but he shifts out of my grasp, picking up the speed of his thrusts, adding another finger, and using his other hand to rub my clit in sync. He’s not willing to give me back control just yet.I tilt my hips to give him better access, savouring the feeling of the warm water running over my heated skin as it continues to rain down on us.“That’s it, Zoe,” he whispers, making my head spin with sensual kisses and his body pressed up to mine. He brings me closer and closer to release. I gasp and squirm, trying to escape the sensations washing over me. One of which is his overpowering desire for me. To own me and make me his. It makes no sense that I can feel it, but I know in my mind it’s real. It’s so intense.“Stop Blake, stop,” I call out and he immediately halts, pulling his head back and looking down at me with conc
ZoeIt takes me a second to realise where I am when I wake up. Stretching an arm out across the cool sheets, I frown when I don’t find Blake’s warm body beside me. Gripping the bed sheet in one hand, I sit up and squint into the darkness, listening for him in the ensuite. Silence.I swing my feet over the side of the bed and stand, wrapping the sheet loosely around me as I tiptoe out into the living area. It’s not as dark out here. The silvery moonlight reflecting through the massive windows gives enough light to see by. I can make out Blake’s tall silhouette, leaning against the glass, his head resting on one forearm. The plains of his taut body are on full display, only hidden by the dark pair of boxer briefs he’s slipped back on.As I walk up to his side, with the sheet trailing behind me, he wordlessly extends his arm to the side for me to slip under before closing it around my waist. He pulls me to his side and leans down to drop a kiss on the top of my head.“Did I wake you?” he
Blake“Maybe I can come and work for you?” I joke with a grimace as I lead Zoe downstairs, reluctant to leave the bubble of my suite. Leaving my bed was torture. I long to steal away and hide away with my mate, enjoying every inch of each other’s bodies as a normal wolf pairing does. She looks stunning, dressed in a simple cream jumper that sets off her golden tan, and fitted jeans that show off her delicious curves. Zoe seems to think she’s underdressed, but it doesn’t take much to polish a diamond. No matter what she is wearing, she shines. Her beauty doesn’t need flashy clothes or layers of makeup.Zoe grips my hand tighter as we walk into the pack dining hall, and I lead her toward the table at the back where I usually sit. Max is there, along with senior wolves from my pack and some of the council members. At first, I think it’s because she’s nervous about us potentially getting a grilling about what went on last night. Or intimidated by being surrounded by an entire room full o
Zoe“Did I bite you, Zoe? Did I do that?” Blake repeats impatiently, eyes blazing and jaw twitching, where he grits his teeth.Swallowing, I try to buy myself some time before answering. Blake’s already vibrating with rage and his hands are trembling by his side. His nostrils flare as he sucks in a deep breath to steady himself. My Blake is slipping away. I watch cautiously as he raises a jerky hand to his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. No matter what I say, I expect him to overreact. Aggression pours from him.Max appears in the doorway and freezes, glancing back and forth between the two of us. He hesitates, reluctant to interrupt, but sensing something is not right here.“TELL ME RIGHT NOW!” he roars. It should terrify me, but I can see the despair in his eyes. The guilt. I steel myself against the overwhelming desire to blurt out the truth. Max, however, grimaces, looking pained as he tilts his head to the side, baring his neck to Blake.“Yes. Fuck. You caught her hand w
Max“He’s trying to protect you. He's crazy about you, Zoe,” I say gently, as we pass the large wrought-iron gates at the end of the long driveway. The man standing sentry at the small building to the side bows his head in respect for who he considers his new Luna. What the hell is Blake thinking, announcing her to the pack one minute and then shipping her home the next?Zoe turns to look at me in quiet contemplation for a second before sighing softly and going back to staring out the side window at the lush forest lining the road. Considering she only found out about shifters this week, she must be reeling. "I know that. He’s being an idiot, but I can feel him. He’s trying to do the right thing.”“What do you mean, you can feel him?” I ask, trying not to sound as interested as I am in this nugget of information. They’re not mated. It shouldn’t be possible. Although Blake is an exceptionally powerful wolf, and his emotions are all over the place. Until a few months ago, I'd only seen
ZoeFor the rest of the drive, Max and I travel in companionable silence. He lets me mull over everything in my mind as I consider all that has happened in the last week, from the break-in to finding out shifters exist, and from the sexiest man I’ve ever met claiming to be my soulmate to finding out he’s ill. The wheels in my brain spin and spin and it’s making my head hurt. Massaging my temples, I try to ease the ache that has been growing steadily since we left.I grab some paracetamol from my purse and swallow them down with a sip of water from the lukewarm bottle of water sitting on the console.“Leah is coming over. You don’t need to babysit me. I won’t be alone.” I wave my phone at him as the screen flashes with message after message from my way too excited baby sister.“All the more reason for me to stay around and keep an eye on you. You Walker women attract trouble everywhere you go.”“Not me,” I argue, and it’s true. The other two tease me non-stop for having no life. Max sc
Zoe “And so he just kicked you out?” Leah shoves her hand all the way to the bottom of the bag of chips and scoops out the last remnants. Telling her my sorry tale doesn't seem to have fazed her at all. I thought that at least the part about Blake shifting in the bathroom and racing out into the woods would get a reaction, but she barely blinked. “Kick me out is… harsh, but basically, yes.” I retrieve the well-chilled bottle of wine from the fridge and pour her a glass. “Eh, what about you?” She waves the other empty glass in the air, and I shake my head. Her eyes narrow. “No, I’m not feeling great and I’m on call tonight. Doc was here all day today, and he’s working again tomorrow.” Leah doesn’t look convinced. “Are you pregnant?” She claps her hands with glee and her eyes dance with excitement. “What?!!” Cola sprays past my lips as I cough and choke. “Leah, I just met him! And you're not supposed to ask people that!” Scoffing at my stunned expression, she hands me a tissue to
ZoeMatt chats away as I pack up my bag and stand to leave, putting a hand against the rough wooden rail beside me to keep my balance. The foal is fine but very nervous and it’s made me feel a bit off my game. I’m still feeling a bit light-headed. I must be coming down with something. Peeking over the side of the stall, Leah is still sitting on a hay bale, petting Matt’s old sheepdog. She has been no help at all. I have no idea why she bothered coming.“Again, thanks for coming out, Zoe. I’m way behind on chores. Is it okay if I head out?” Matt asks, lifting his hat and wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. His smile is warm and friendly, and I’m reminded of what a genuinely nice guy he is. He’ll make someone a great husband.“Of course. I’ll call you in the morning to see how you’re doing.”He tips his hat to me and pushes the stall door open before slipping through. My heart jumps into my throat when I hear Leah’s laughter and a deep rumble that I would recognise anywhere.