Jordan …” I’m not even sure what I want to say. He won’t listen, anyway. So instead I focus on Vanessa and start purring again as I give into the urge to touch her. I cup her cheek. “You’re doing just fine. Ignore him.”“Yes, ignore me,” he agrees. “And focus on that throbbing shaft in his pants instead. I can smell his need, sweets. Just like I can scent your interest. Give in and play. We don’t mind.”Vanessa swallows as I sigh. He won’t stop. It’s something I’ve learned to just endure. “We’ve known each other all our lives,” I confide in Vanessa as I release her cheek. “Kev never lies. He never exaggerates. And he alwaysfollows through on his word.”“Threats,” Kev corrects. “I always follow through on my threats.”“Those, too,” I concede.He smiles. “Jordan is the wordy one of the clan. And apparently he’s a closet romantic, too.”“Fuck you,” I retort.“No, I’m trying to convince her to fuck you,” he says. “With her mouth.”I just shake my head and tuck my hands behind my head ag
Jake Her love’s moans reach my ears, causing my lips to curl. I told Jordan and Kev to take care of her and it appears they’re doing just that.Good.I wrap up my email to one of my clients he wants a discount for his project request, which isn’t happening and hit send. Kev ’s skills are tooimpressive to ever earn a discount price, something my client will now understand. He can either pay in full, plus a percentage for the perceived insult, or go elsewhere with his bullshit.We primarily do this to help finance projects on the island. Which makes it unnecessary in the grand scheme of our pack dynamics. But as Kev enjoys playing with knives and guns, it serves as a worthwhile effort on our part.Jordan ’s part of the business is where we make most of our money. He’s a master blackmailer, always finding the right rich people to exploit andusing it to our benefit. And it helps that Kev kills for some of them; adds fodder to the files.Jordan is also an expert at laundering funds throu
Vanessa I stare at the woman in the mirror, not recognizing her.The last few days have been a mind-blowing experience, and not just in bed, but outside of it, too. Jordan and Kev have seen to my every needfeeding me, bathing me, talking to me about life, and pleasuring me with their mouths.They’ve not pushed me to take their knots again.Just allowed me to explore and familiarize myself with them while teaching me about their pack and how they thrive on this island.The Elders have no idea what they’re really up to here or how many of the wolves on this island are not actually regulated rejectees. They’re heretraining and thriving and using the land as their own. I’m stunned by the information, but even more shocked that they provided it to me without a single hesitation. Like they already trust medespite barely knowing me. Perhaps because they’ve been inside me.Or because our wolves seem to harbor this age-old connection that surpasses the meaning of time.Regardless of the re
Vanessa he Carnage Wolves are nothing like the savage beasts depicted by AlphaBryson.They’re intimidating, yes.But there’s an intelligence to them that I admire. They’re also polite andrespectful. Even the Alphas treat me kindly, gazing upon me with aninterest very unlike the wolves back in Blood moon Pack.These Alphas are curious about me, the person. Not me, the woman.Well, there may be some of that intrigue, but several have remarked howthey’re looking forward to me mating Jake ’s clan.It’s formal, yet laid back.And I feel safe with Jordan and Kev on either side of me with Jake atmy back. There’s been a few times he’s possessively placed his hand on myhip or kissed my neck.Which just makes my wolf preen.Because Jake is very clearly the Pack Alpha on this island. Hisdominance is a blistering heat against my senses that makes me want tokneel at his feet. But he keeps me upright with his soft touches and subtlecommentary.“Alpha Duncan is the security master I told y
Kev want Alpha Dirk and Alpha Kin monitored,” Jake says softly fromthe foot of the bed.This has become our nightly routine—Jordan and I wear out our littlewolf, then Jake joins us for a chat after she falls asleep.I know what he’s doing.He’s avoiding fucking Vanessa because he doesn’t trust himself not toclaim her.His wolf is riding him hard, something that was absolutely evidentduring tonight’s welcome party. He couldn’t keep his hands off Vanessa , hispossessive instincts flaring to life in every conceivable way.It was entertaining to observe.Jordan exuded a similar need to stake his claim, one driven by the fact hehasn’t knotted her yet. Although, he’s not holding back out of fear ofclaiming her—we both know to wait for Jake . No, Jordan is justprolonging his gratification, as per usual. He’s waiting until he can’t denyhimself for a moment longer. Then Vanessa will be in for the ride of her life.And I fully intend to watch.Maybe I’ll even participate.Help drive J
Vanessa My wolf is agitated.I can feel her stirring beneath my skin, her fur rubbing against mynerves and demanding an outlet.I just can’t figure out if the outlet she craves is a shift or a goodknotting. Maybe both.I’ve dreamt about Jordan , Kev , and Jake every night since going intoheat. Each dream is progressively sexier, driving me mad with need.A need that Jordan and Kev have both seen to several mornings thisweek.Just without their knots.Which seems to only make my dreams that much more sensual.I want them inside me, and not just in my mouth.My wolf hums in agreement before irritating my skin once more.“You’re in need of a shift,” Kev says as he enters the room with a towelwrapped around his hips. We just finished playing in the shower.Without the knot, I think irritably.None of them have properly fucked me since my estrus and that wasseveral days ago. No, wait, a week ago.My sense of time here is slipping.It’s been a while. That’s what matters. And I want m
Jake Something is bothering Vanessa . It started shortly after her shift, or perhaps was deepened by her shift, and led to her telling me she was fine when that clearly wasn’t the case.I don’t appreciate lies.I appreciate truths.Details are not required. I won’t push her to talk to me. But I do need her to tell me when something is wrong, even if she doesn’t elaborate.Honesty is imperative in a clan.As Alphas, we’ll push her boundaries and reach limits that she may not be comfortable exploring, and if she doesn’t voice her concerns, we may not know we’ve gone too far until it’s too late.And that’s unacceptable.Tonight’s offense is obviously mild, and her punishment won’t be harsh. However, I intend to use her little lie as a teaching moment.Because we can’t afford larger lies in the future.“Are you all right to helm the yacht on your own?” I ask Beta Lock and Alpha Mackin. They are two of the wolves we typically take with us whensailing into the mainland.Beta Lock is an ex
Vanessa olt gave me a shirt.Then he fisted my hair and tilted my head back to examine myneck, his gaze intent as he bent to kiss the mark he left on my throat.My skin still tingles now with the memory of the pleasure chasing awaythe pain.A logical part of me is aware that I should be pissed at him for pulling aknife on me, but my wolf is too intrigued to allow that logical part to gainpurpose.Not once did I feel threatened beneath him. The tension in his body toldme he was very much in control.And the hardness pressed up against my core told me he was also veryaroused by the position.The whole display of power somehow kept me grounded. It made mefeel safe despite the lethal blade against my skin.He didn’t use silver on me, just steel.Maybe I would have felt more fear had it been the latter.Regardless, I’m fascinated by the way my body responded to his. Therewas no fear, only mild interest.And a hell of a lot of anger over the punishment they gave me for“lying.”How