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All Chapters of Burning in your Love: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

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TOM THINKS I chose this lifestyle out of frivolity. But the truth is, he’s not the only one who left a relationship with a wound that never closed.And even though I never talk about it, it feels important to tell him.“All I ever wanted was to settle down and have a family.” Tom snorts, but when he sees I’m serious, he stills. “I got married young. Just a year out of high school. To a nice young man. He was an actuary for an insurance firm. He wanted children—at least three. And he wanted to be the big man and support me to stay at home and raise the kids.”Tom stares at me with disbelief, like I might be making a long joke.“I wanted kids for as long as I can remember. Since I was carrying around dolls at age three, probably, so it seemed perfect.”Tom gets tense. “What happened?” There’s a warning growl in his voice, like he’s

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AFTER LUNCH, Jasmine leaves me at my place and heads out to the bridge to work. I’m still anxious to get back and sniff around Jasmine’s RV in wolf form, but I’m going to wait until tonight. The moon is full. If there are other shifters around, they might be out on the hunt. I may find what I’m looking for.In the meantime, I head into town and stop into the local dive bars, asking about my buddy Buzz. No one’s heard of him. And I don’t get the sense they’re lying, either. Maybe my friend isn’t in these parts anymore.I end up walking through the plaza. Everything reminds me of Jasmine. The cantina where we had drinks. The place I was standing when I heard her car wreck. The roof where she gave me the worst cock tease of my life.Where these thoughts used to grate on me, now all I feel is warmth for the beautiful human. Hearing about her past pain made it all clear to me no

Jasmine

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THE LONG MOURNFUL howl of a wolf wakes me in the night. The moon is full.I hear coyotes all the time, but I’ve never heard a wolf before. I’m not sure how I even know it’s a wolf, but I do. Living in an RV, it often sounds like animals are close—just outside the thin walls. I usually love it, but tonight a shiver runs up my spine.Even though it’s warm out, I pull the covers up to my chin.I hear a stick crack beneath my window. The sound of panting.Oh goddess, the wolf is right outside. A real wolf, not a spirit animal.I sit up and pull the curtain aside to peer out. The moonlight clearly illuminates a giant black wolf with glowing amber eyes. He’s sniffing the ground around my RV.My heart skips a beat.Another wolf howls, farther away. The black wolf lifts its head and cocks its ears to listen. It stands still, waiting. Listening.I hold my breath.Another ho

Tom

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THE SHARP TANG of blood on my tongue brings me fully back. Oh fuck.What have I done?“Baby?” I murmur softly, lapping at Jasmine’s wound with my tongue to speed the healing.Thank fuck—I don’t think I hit an artery. The blood loss is minimal and the wound doesn’t appear too deep.But I just violated pack law. First, I let a human see me shift, then I marked her. Both acts are forbidden. And the oldest of laws would require me to kill any human who knows about our kind.Which obviously isn’t going to happen.But damn. I really screwed up. My alpha is going to have my head. I could lose my place in the pack—again.Again, over a female.But my self-flagellation has no place here right now. I need to take care of my female. She’s injured and probably scared and confused.“Was that a love bite?” she mumbles.“What?” A ch

Jasmine

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I WAKE up to the sound of clanging metal outside the Airstream. The soreness between my legs and the wound on my shoulder brings it all back. Tom.My wolf.I slip on a short, thin robe covered with roses and step outside. The air still has the bite of morning chill and the smell of pine and sage fills my nostrils.Tom has my bus jacked up and the tires off.“Good morning.” My voice is still rusty, which gives it a husky quality.He looks over, his expression softer than I’ve ever seen it. “Morning to you, sunshine.” “What are you doing?”“Rotating your tires. One of them needs a little air. I can fill it for you next time we’re in town.” “I know how to—” I start to say, but he silences me with a frown.I smile. Okay, he wants to help. Let him help. It’s nice to have someone else to shoulder the burden for a change. I just don&rsquo

Tom

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WE RIDE into town on the Harley, mainly because I need to keep Jasmine’s body close to mine. She wraps her arms around my waist and presses her chest against my back, humming softly. At least I think she’s humming. It’s hard to hear over the roar of the motor, but that’s what it feels like. A soft reverberation that goes straight to my dick. I’ve been riding a motorcycle since I was eight years old, but it’s totally different with Jasmine on the bike. She’s a human. Fragile as fuck. One accident and she could be taken from me. I had the fear of that put into me with her crash earlier this week.Not that I’ve ever had an accident in my life. My reflexes are sharp and my nerves steady. But I drive differently knowing I have precious cargo on the bike. Double-check my mirrors, keep my speed down.I can’t see Jasmine but I sense her enjoyment and it does something to my wo

Jasmine

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LARRY’S MAP was shit and it takes us nearly an hour and a half of backtracking to find the unmarked road he described, but eventually we do. Tom hides the Harley behind a boulder and we hike in on foot. He holds my hand and swings our arms together like we’re on a picnic or date of some kind. The hike is about a half mile in and then the road just seems to stop.There’s nothing here.Tom turns around in a circle. “Wrong road?”The hairs stand up on the back of my neck. “No,” I murmur. “I sense evil here.” He raises his brows.I’m used to people thinking I’m nuts when I say things like that, so I just shrug, but he scans the trees more closely. “From which direction?”The pleasure of being believed does something fluttery to my chest. I close my eyes to feel the energy. It blasts me from straight ahead. I open my eyes and point. Definitely that way.

Tom

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A SNARL RIPS out of my throat, and I shift before I even have a chance to think. The need to protect Jasmine is too great. My wolf body-checks her to shove her back behind me. My brain isn’t working yet—I’m in full fight-mode, ready to rip their throats out.One of them smiles like he’s going to enjoy killing me.Another one steps forward. “Shift, wolf.” The words enter my body and reverberate through.There’s alpha command in them. It gets my attention, even though I’m unwilling to obey.It helps kick my brain back online.Shifters.These guys are shifters.Which doesn’t necessarily mean they are friendly. But their scents are familiar. These are the wolves from Jasmine’s place.“Shift, wolf,” he repeats.I shift, calmer, now. A little more able to think. Still, I angle my body in front of Jasmine’s to sh

Jasmine

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I LEAN MY HELMET AGAINST TOM’ back and review what just happened. Hearing the jabs that jerk took at Tom over me has me mad. Not for myself, but on Tom’ behalf. No wonder he’s felt so unavailable to me. My instincts weren’t wrong. We are literally a separate species.And his own kind mocked him for being with me.Maybe, as much as we’re attracted to each other and as much as we care about each other, a relationship is impossible.I don’t want to think about that now, though, so I push it out of my mind. Tom is still here on a job, and I intend to help him with it. After that, we can talk.We ride back to Tom’ place and he calls his alpha to report. I’m not trying to eavesdrop, but I notice he’s only saying I.Not we.He hasn’t mentioned my involvement at all.Would he get in trouble?Or is this more like… emb

Tom

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JASMINE and I meet the Taos wolves at the appointed time and place. “Hi, guys!” Jasmine beams that bright smile and waves from the doorway.Four of them sit at a table in the back corner, sharing a couple pitchers of beer. It’s the same three from earlier today and one more who also appears military-trained.They look over. Rafe barely acknowledges us with a slight lift of his chin.“Hey,” she tries again when we sit down. She leans across the table and sticks out her hand to the guy we don’t know. “I’m Jasmine.”He’s younger than the others, probably late twenties, with Captain America good-looks.“Channing.” His dimpled smile is just as bright as Jasmine’s.A low growl starts in my throat

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