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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"Fuck, yes, it feels so good," Verena Ashcombe groaned, pushing her hips back against him as the heavy mahogany desk shook, her ledgers and glass vials rattling on the polished wood.Eamon Whitlock reached around with his massive, calloused hand, digging his clawed fingers into her breasts and pinching her peaks hard, mimicking the sharp bite of iron clamps. He drove himself into her with unyielding, possessive strokes, his jaw clenched as he established a ruthless pace. He reached down with his free hand, thumbing her tight entrance while he pounded her sopping channel.It was all worth it to secure a legitimate position at Ashcombe Holdings. After today, he would never have to submit to another private contract again. He would finish his remaining allocations for the week, collect his silver pack tokens to tide him over until his official council salary arrived, and leave the shadow trade forever. Then he could pursue Maris Everleigh openly, hoping his pure, sweet

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"Do you still employ Nola as your Den Guardian?" Maris Everleigh asks, holding the communication crystal close to her cheek as she leans against the oak desk in the Young Wolf Learning Hall. She had hoped Eamon Whitlock had terminated the she-wolf's contract after that dramatic incident at the Young Moon Celebration, but she knows finding reliable guardians in Silverpine Town is a nightmare."I do, Maris," Eamon's deep voice rumbles across the frequency, his tone carrying an apologetic edge. "Pippa is deeply attached to her, and trustworthy den keepers are rare in the quarter."Maris swallows down her lingering frustration. It is not her place to dictate his household decisions, and at least the guardian allows them a precious window of freedom tonight. "Alright. So I will see you at seven?""If not a few minutes earlier," Eamon replies smoothly, his possessive warmth radiating through the crystal. "I have one quick territorial stop to make first.""I will be waiting," Maris whispers,

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"Come on, Maris. You owe me after keeping me at arm's length for so long," Dexter Rook sneered, his bloodshot eyes locking onto her as he took a heavy step into the foyer of Everleigh Cottage."Get out of my home, Dexter!" Maris Everleigh demanded, backing away toward the hallway to put distance between them while clutching the thick wool pelt tightly against her chest.Dexter lunged forward, his fingers snapping around her wrist like iron shackles. "You gave your purity away to an old Lone Pack Father, but you expect me to walk away quietly?""Let go of me!" Maris struggled against his hold, her inner wolf snarling in panic as his scent of stale smoke and wild musk filled the room.Before Dexter could pull her any closer, the heavy oak front door of Everleigh Cottage was kicked off its frame with a deafening CRACK.Eamon Whitlock stood on the threshold, his broad frame blocking out the hall light as his eyes burned with a lethal, glowing amber hue. Without uttering a single word, Eam

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“Yes.” Maris’s voice stays soft as her teeth catch her lower lip. Eamon drops to his knees between her thighs and drags his tongue straight up her center. He seals his mouth over her clit and sucks hard, teeth grazing the swollen bud. Her hips jerk. Fingers fist in his hair and hold him there while she grinds against his mouth. His wolf rumbles low. She tastes like pure need. He licks deeper, slow and thorough, until her thighs shake and she comes with a broken cry, riding his tongue through every pulse. He pulls back only when the last tremor fades. They rinse quick under the spray, dry off, and pull on clothes before dropping onto the couch with mugs of coffee. Maris wraps both hands around her cup. “I don’t think Dexter’s coming back.” “If he knows what’s good for him he won’t.” Eamon’s eyes stay hard. “You call the pack enforcers first, then you call me. Promise me, Maris. I want you safe. I’d bring you straight to the Whitlock Wolf Den if it weren’t for Pippa.” “I can’t run

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Eamon Whitlock pulled his heavy truck into the gravel lot of Ashcombe Pack Tower, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight as his inner wolf let out a satisfied, quiet rumble. The week could not have unfolded better. With the weekend approaching, all he could think about was spending every available hour with Maris Everleigh. He had officially started his new security director role at Ashcombe Holdings the day before, and the transition into legitimate pack work was going smoothly.Verena Ashcombe had set his base pay significantly higher than the standard rate for incoming security officers. Eamon knew it was her unspoken way of buying his absolute silence regarding their past private contract. He accepted the terms without hesitation. He had no intention of ever speaking a word of it to anyone. Discretion was the ultimate rule in the shadow trade he was leaving behind, and he certainly did not want the details of those desperate assignments reaching the ears of anyone he truly ca

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Eamon Whitlock slammed his fist against the heavy oak door of Everleigh Cottage, the vibration rattling through the iron hinges. When Maris Everleigh did not respond right away, a sharp wave of territorial panic gripped his chest. His mind flashed instantly to Dexter Rook. The rogue enforcer had already invaded her home once, and Eamon was not convinced that the coward wouldn’t try to hurt her again to avenge the brutal beating Eamon had delivered to his face in her foyer.Eamon leaned close, pressing his face toward the small side window of the cottage. Inside, he could see Maris pacing across the floorboards of her living hall, her hands clutched tightly against her stomach. She did not look physically ill with a fever, but rather sick with an agonizing, overwhelming distress. He wondered if terrible news had reached her from her family outside the Silverpine Quarter—something devastating that had shattered her peace, making her retreat into isolation.It still did not put his inner

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Eamon stepped closer, his voice low and rough. “You sure about this, Maris? Once I start showing you, there’s no soft version left.”“I want to know,” she answered, chin tipped up. “All of it. What those other she-wolves paid the pack for. What they got from the Silver Alpha before the bond snapped into place.”He pulled her against his chest, mouth claiming hers hard. His hands gripped her thighs and lifted, grinding the thick length of him against her through the thin fabric of his pants. Heat rolled off his skin. His wolf pressed close under the surface, a low growl vibrating in his throat.“Feel that?” he murmured against her lips. “That’s what they paid for. You still want it?”Maris nodded, breath short. She reached down and pressed her palm over the hard ridge of his cock. “Yes.”“Say it clear.”“I want it. I want what they got.”Eamon carried her straight into the bedroom of the Everleigh Cottage and dropped her onto the messy covers. He yanked her shorts down in one motion an

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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"That's right, little wolf," Eamon Whitlock growled, his deep voice vibrating against her ear as his hands held her hips. "I am filling your channel so full you will feel my mark in your blood for days.""Mm. Please," Maris Everleigh whimpered against the pillows, her breath catching as the tension in her muscles slowly dissolved. "Untie my hands, Eamon. I need to feel your skin.""No," Eamon rasped, his eyes burning with a dark, territorial amber. "You stay bound until you understand that you belong to the Whitlock Bloodline.""I am sorry, Eamon," she whispered, her chin trembling as she looked up into his gaze. "I should never have doubted your word."Eamon slowed his relentless pace, leaning down until his broad chest pressed flush against her bare back. "I took those shadow contracts because I had to keep my family alive. I need you to forgive that past and see the male standing before you. If you cannot accept who I was, then we end this tonight, and that would

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EAMON WHITLOCK POV"Is it going to hurt, Daddy?" Pippa Whitlock asked, her small voice trembling as she rested her little head against Eamon’s broad shoulder. Her amber eyes were brimmed with tears as he carried her down the timber staircase of the Whitlock Wolf Den."No more than it already does, sweet cub," Eamon rumbled gently, his massive arm cradling her small frame securely against his chest. "The Silverfang Healers will apply a soothing ointment and bind it up so you will not feel a thing."Pippa sniffled, clutching his leather tunic collar. "Can my teacher come with us?""Of course she can, little one," Eamon replied softly, glancing toward the hallway. "She is my close partner now."He intended to take his time explaining their bond to his daughter in the coming weeks. Pippa was still so young; in her mind, her Young-Cub Tutor had simply shown up late at night because she cared about her injury, and nothing more. For now, Eamon was content to leave it at that."She is a wonde

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“You’ve had a cock or two in that pretty mouth before,” Eamon said, thumbs brushing Maris’s lower lip. “What would you think if I held every one of them against you the way you’re holding my past?”Maris’s pulse kicked. “It’s not the same.”“It is exactly the same. Our pasts. If we keep dragging them into every room we walk into, we don’t get a future.” His silver eyes stayed locked on hers. “It was pack contract work, Maris. Nothing more.”“It’s still intimidating. All that experience. What makes me different from the ones who paid?”Eamon’s jaw flexed. A low sound of frustration left him. “You’re good. That’s one. And two—I’m falling in love with you.”The words hit harder than any bite. Maris stared. “Really?”He gave a short, rough laugh. “Yes, silly girl. I love you.”Conviction rolled off him so strong her wolf pressed forward under her skin. “I love you, Eamon.”He dragged her mouth to his, then pulled her straight into his lap. The hard length of him pressed against her thigh,

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