~Cadence’s Point of View~ Unknown number: Hey this is Weston, I really couldn’t remember if you had my number. Just wanted to say I missed you, and thank you again for last night. I swear I can still feel you like you’re in my arms :) I wanted to scowl at the message but my heart fluttered. Could he be any sweeter? Shit… and maybe since my shirt from last night reeked of him it was currently laid out on my pillow. I bit my lip, and contemplated running in to sniff it. I could close my eyes and remember the feel of him jerking with his release into my throat. I could feel his warmth coating my mouth, the way his eyes looked at me like I was his goddess. The way his arms felt holding me after, like I was so precious and delicate. No one ever made me feel that … important and valuable. But what I remembered most was the strength I felt having that power over him. The power of holding his release under my discretion, a soon to be Alpha, completely at my mercy. I could have asked him fo

~Lenox’s Point of View~ I had grand visions of Cade getting out her bungee harness and jumping on top of me right then and there. I had already told Pete if things looked heavy to get lost. But after the fall and the initial rush, she went right back to yelling at me once we were back on land. Don’t get me wrong, that was hot, but it wasn’t getting me in her pants. I watched as she sat down and put her shoes on, her face twisted with angst the entire time. She’s so damn sexy when she’s pissed. The way her eyes glare, her lips press together, even her ears seem to move in an angry way, I can’t describe it. It’s just very Cade. “Cade I’m so proud of you, that was incredible,” I said, as she stood up. Her bitch face managed to scowl even more as she snatched her purse and began to walk. I turned to wave good-bye to Pete and his mate, and he gave me the thumbs up. When she got to the car, she kept walking and my wolf began to growl at me. We were both so sure this was a great idea,

~Lenox's Point of View~ The whole ride to our last stop Cade could not stop gushing about Evelyn, and I just nodded. I loved that she was so animated and excited, I absolutely needed that momentum to continue. I had to bring her back to the here and now, I had to get her loose but not drunk. I had to get her comfortable and hey, if she could touch me that would be even better. I’d racked my brain trying to decide on the perfect dinner for us, and now it was late, nearly ten o’clock. I was starving so I knew she had to be as well. A regular restaurant wouldn’t suit us tonight, I needed more privacy. But I wasn’t the picnic type and I knew that’s what Weston had done, so I couldn’t be a copycat. I’d had to call in some serious favors to get our boat moved to this end of Moon Bay but when you’re a Keller, people don’t say no. So our family boat was docked and dinner was waiting for us. When she finally broke her thoughts I kissed her hand. “I hope you’re hungry baby, we’re about to

~Cadence’s Point of View~ 🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️ . Two hours into the party and I was pretty buzzed. Okay so I may have taken a few body shots off Hailey and got myself into a chugging contest with Weston. He won, of course. But I was determined not to get wasted and it was more than time to slow things down. I had been on the lookout for my victim, the one who I would spill my dirty fantasy to, but first … I had to come up with one. I supposed it could be a fantasy I’d already experienced, if there was ever something I wanted to do or try I had done it. Why linger on what ifs? Isn’t college the time for exploration anyhow? Sure … I could take the easy way out, tell Hailey or one of the twins my fantasy, but where’s the fun in that? Lenox had been somewhat avoiding me and I was sure Weston noticed. Or maybe he was trying not to, and it left me with a hollow feeling in my belly. But I didn’t know how to fix it. *You do know,* Fanny insisted. I sighed. I knew the truth of the matt

~Lenox’s Point of View~ Maybe it had been the alcohol, but I was certain it was the fact my mate was in my bed that allowed me to sleep like a baby. Even if she was flaming pissed, even if she made me throw away the clothes I’d been wearing because they smelled faintly like Stacey. Even if Cade pretty much refused to speak to me and passed out curled up in Weston’s arms, it didn’t matter. She was in my bed, and now I knew she’d never spend another night apart from us. I wouldn’t allow it. We were marking her tonight, there was no doubt in my mind. Weston insisted we had a lot of shit to talk about, but we rode home in relative silence. I was too on edge, anxious about the conversation to come. He was a mixture of nervous and pissed. I knew he wanted to know every sordid detail of what happened with Cade and I, but I wasn’t confident I would tell him. I knew there were some things he shared privately with her, and he needed to know I would have the same. He told me when we first