Although he hadn’t told anyone else about it, Jackson was still suffering from nightmares about his late wife. Every night it was the same. They would be at home, his wife busily cooking dinner in their homey little kitchen, savory scents floating around the room when she would turn around to reveal a shredded mess of a face. That’s when his subconscious would remember that she was dead and that the baby he heard crying in the other room wasn’t real.
Jackson awoke in a cold sweat to the soft glow of an alarm clock on his bedside table. It was 3:45 am. Frustration spread like
Lana was seated at an empty table at the restaurant where Jackson had arranged to meet with her, waiting patiently after asking the hostess for him. She watched everyone as if she were a waitress planning to apply.It was a nice place, she decided. The din of the rush had apparently quieted down,
Chapter 19Jackson broke the tension first. “You ready to go?”“Yeah.” Lana headed out toward his pickup. She’d driven one of the streak’s extra cars out here, and she wouldn’t be sorry to leave it behind for a while.“So, you own the restaurant?” Lana asked after they were on the road. She stared out at the sunset and the highway flashing by.“Yeah,” Jackson replied, also looking anywhere but at her. “Bought it a few years ago. The place practically runs itself. I have a really great staff there.” Jackson laughed slightly and leaned forward to glance out the windshield, up at the stars. “As much as they bug me about my love life, I know I can depend on them to get their jobs done. How about you? Are you
By this point, they had gotten deep enough into the trees to start their own little hunting rituals, to shift without being seen. They both stripped off their clothes, leaving them in a neat pile by a tree while respectfully trying to keep their eyes off one another—and failing pretty miserably. They each shifted smoothly into their feline forms, lunging onto all fours and taking off, running at top speed through the trees.Jackson was a bit larger than Lana as a human, but even more so as a tiger. They ran together, but the longer their race went on, the further ahead Jackson got. Lana quickly became frustrated that he was so much faster than her, weaving in and out between the trees gracefully as though this were where he truly belonged. He took notice that she was lagging behind and slowed a little bit, allowing her to catch up, but she leaped on top of him, pulling him down to the
Lana woke up in her own fluffy bed the Monday after Thanksgiving.She felt terrible. They’d had a wonderful time—an amazing time, even— and she knew she was overreacting, that her guilt was unwarranted, that Roman would laugh at her for freaking out over what, after all, had been his idea.She couldn’t stop thinking about Jackson, either. The last thing he’d said to her before she left was, “You know what I’m thankful for this year? You.”And then he’d kissed her thoroughly.She moved through the day completely in a trance, barely seeing the smiling baby faces that stared up at her from each page that Roman had her working on.“Lana.” Roman’s voice cut through her daze as she stared at a photo album in his suite that night. “Are you alright? You’ve been looking at that same picture for ten minutes.”“Yeah, I’m fine,” she responde
The vibration of Lana’s moan against him made Roman even harder than before.Never had he met anyone who seemed to read exactly what he wanted as clearly as this woman did. Nor had he ever found anyone so instantly ready to play the games he enjoyed in bed.He wondered briefly what she’d been like with Jackson but brushed the thought aside.If he really needed to know, he could ask.Later.Right now, though, he planned to slide his cock between Lana’s pliant pink lips, and then push it as deep as he could, as hard and as fast as he could until he came.And oh, fuck, Lana knew how to use that mouth, too, first sucking in the length of him, then pulling away, and then—at just the right moment—opening wide enough to take all of him deep down her throat, wrapping her arms around Roman’s thighs to pull him down even farther.“You’re amazing, Lana,” he rasped.
Chapter 23Over the past twenty-four hours, Jackson hadn’t been able to keep his mind off Lana. It was like he could still smell her, still feel his arms wrapped around her. Being with her made him feel like there was something important, something bigger than them trying to lead them to one another. It was as if there were some celestial force trying to play matchmaker, and he didn’t mind that.If only the same celestial force weren’t also matching her up with his alpha—and eventually at least one more streak-mate. But there were stories of the old streaks making this kind of arrangement work.Maybe we can, too.It was scary and exciting, and he really wanted a rematch—but he also didn’t want to come on too strong for her. He was trying really hard not to harass her and be charming rather than annoying, but it was difficult. He got the feeling from her that she was a bit of an introvert at heart—no mat
When Lana knocked later, Jackson opened the door with a wide smile, and Lana wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug.She’s glad to see me, at least.If Jackson thought it was a little bit strange that she should greet him this way, he didn’t complain. It was nice. He returned her hug, breathing her in and resting his cheek on the top of her head. “Happy to see you too, Lana. Come on in, I made dinner.”“It smells amazing,” Lana said quietly as she took a few tentative steps into his suite.“Thank you,” he responded with a grin, happy that she was there. “I figured since we didn’t get Thanksgiving dinner, we could have something like it now.”They each sat at the little table in his small, eat-in kitchen, and began to eat. She took a bite of her food and groaned with delight. “This is delicious, where did you learn to do this?”“Li
Soon, they found themselves locked in a gentle embrace as Jackson traced her collar with soft kisses, sending shivers down her spine, through her whole body. Slowly, they moved toward his bedroom as they shed pieces of clothing, leaving them in a trail on the floor. Their hands explored each other’s bodies carefully before Lana crawled back onto the bed, naked and waiting for Jackson to follow her, drawing him forward with her eyes.He kissed what felt like every square inch of her body, achingly slowly, taking care to make her feel like the goddess she was becoming to him before he finally climbed on top of her, where sliding into her was like coming home. Lana’s head rolled back onto the pillow as a low moan escaped her lips, her hands tracing the muscles on his back.This wasn’t the urgent, lustful, rough sex they’d had on the forest floor the night before. This was something else entirely. This was slow and sweet, tender and ca