JAX
“So you’re going to Denver to fight, huh?” I ask as I pull my t-shirt on overhead and tug it down my torso.
We made it a whole three steps inside of Quinn’s door before we ripped each other’s clothes off. I set Quinn on the edge of the dresser and spread her thighs, bringing her to orgasm with my tongue before I fucked her senseless. Good thing these rooms have cinderblock walls, or I might’ve shoved the dresser right through it.
Quinn slides her leggings up her long legs and turns to me, resting her hands on her hips. “If you’re going, I’m going.”
There’s a determined glint in her eye, her wolf showing herself to me by way of shimmering copper swirls in Quinn’s irises.
I can’t help but crack a smile. “Hey, I never said I was gonna stop you.”
“Good, because you couldn’t stop me if you tried,”
QUINN “I’ll get it!” I call out in response to the knock on the front door of the packhouse. It may seem strange for me to be answering the door of the packhouse in Westfield, but this place already feels like a second home to me thanks to Jax’s family. That, and I already know who’s waiting on the other side of the door. I grin as I pull it open and am met with Brooke’s shining smile, Theo’s classic smirk, and Dad’s stiff, inscrutable expression. “Hey, you guys made it!” I chirp, waving them inside. It has been just shy of two weeks since the full moon confirmed Jax and me as mates, and his mom wasn’t kidding about wanting to have my family over for dinner soon. With the battle in Denver drawing closer, there’s no time like the present. The danger of the fight and the uncertainty of the outcome has been weighing on us all over the past couple weeks. “Nice place,” Brooke comments as she slides her black
JAX I lift my nose in the air, catching her scent again. It’s the faintest hint of strawberries and vanilla, carried on the breeze from somewhere to my right. I veer in that direction, paws pounding the forest floor as I take off running again. My adrenaline is pumping, my wolf frenzied with the thrill of the chase. I’m getting closer, I can feel it. It’s not only her scent that I’m following, but the pull of the bond. Over the past few weeks, I’ve learned how to reach out for it, to tug on the connection between us to get a sense of where she is or how she’s feeling. Since we sealed the bond, it has only continued to develop and grow stronger. The more it does, the more I feel like we’re becoming two halves of the same person. I must be getting closer, because I can feel her excitement through the bond- it’s palpable, and it only serves to rile my wolf up even more. I see a flash of silver fur ahead and I know that I’
QUINN“Earth to Quinn!” My friend Kyla’s voice slips into my daydream, startling me back to reality.“Huh?” I swivel my head around to face her, blinking, as she sets two frothy pint glasses of beer in front of me on the bar top of the brewery where we both work.“For table six.”“Right,” I nod, reaching for the glasses. I pick one up in each hand and start to spin around to head out from behind the bar. Before I can take a step, though, Kyla reaches out to grab my arm, halting me.“Hey, what’s with you today?” she asks, searching my eyes with her dark brown ones. “Having trouble sleeping again?”I shake my head quickly, my long brunette hair swishing in front of my face. “Nah,” I lie, blowing a loose strand out of my field of vision. Kyla’s giving me that stern look that says she does
JAXI wind my fingers around the necks of the empty beer bottles on the table, carrying three in each hand and walking into the kitchen to discard them.“Thanks, man,” Reid grumbles, pressing his foot on the pedal of the stainless-steel garbage can to pop the lid open.The bottles clatter together as I toss them inside. “No problem. Wish those guys didn’t have to take off already, I could use a few more brewskis after that shitshow.”We’re at Reid’s place- the packhouse in Stillwater- after enduring a particularly stressful meeting with the council for the six-pack. My buddy Reid is Alpha of his pack and therefore a member of the council. It was his turn to host the meeting on his home turf. Council meetings are usually boring as shit, but tonight’s got heated because tensions are running high over an incident in Denver with the shadow pack.I should back
QUINNI can’t believe how slammed the Stillwater Tap is on a Wednesday. When Kyla and I walk through the door, my thoughts are immediately drowned out by the loud thump of the music, my eyes taking in the sheer number of bodies packing the place. Though it’s not what I expected, I’m pleasantly surprised. The dance floor is already crowded, and before we’ve even made it to the bar to order a drink, I’m itching to get out there.Kyla elbows her way to the front of the bar to order drinks while I hang back, scanning the crowd and tugging at the hem of the dress Kyla let me borrow. It’s too small and too short, but it was the only thing remotely appropriate that I tried on from Kyla’s closet. I’ve got a good six inches in height on her, not to mention several cup sizes. This stretchy black tube dress was my only option, aside from my brewery t-shirt and work shorts.I feel a hand
JAXI’m about to leave the Stillwater Tap to head back to the packhouse when I hear it. Before I even see her, the sound of her laugh pulls me in like she’s a siren. I stop in my tracks, looking around to discern where that laugh is coming from. Then I see her. Stunningly gorgeous, like she belongs on the cover of a magazine, not in a dimly lit shifter bar in the middle of nowhere Colorado. I can’t take my eyes off of her, because it’s not just the way she looks and sounds that’s drawing me in- it’s everything about her, the total package. The way she carries herself like she’s this sexy, confident force of nature who knows exactly who she is and what she wants.I know immediately that I have to have her. She’s wild, sinful trouble that I want to drown in- all alpha female, and I’m fucking here for it. I don’t even know who she is, but she came here for me tonig
QUINNI look up from the pint glass I’m filling from the tap, my heart stuttering as a tall blonde guy walks into the brewery.Not him. Damnit. I’ve had the same reaction every time a hot blonde guy has strolled through the doors of Cedar Ridge Brewery over the past week. That one-night stand with ‘sexy stranger’, as I’ve been referring to him, totally fucked me up; my head’s all over the place. Part of me is dying to run into him again, yet I’m slightly terrified that if I do, seeing each other in the light of day might ruin the well-preserved fantasy. And right now I’m living for the memory of that night- it has been my go-to fantasy since.I’ll never forget his face, or the way he touched me, or how all that hard muscle felt underneath my palms. Not to mention the intensity of his gaze as I came undone beneath him. Clay who? That je
JAXTwo weeks. It has been almost two weeks exactly since I hooked up with that girl in Stillwater, and I still can’t get her out of my head.This hasn’t ever happened to me before. Sure, I’ve had one-night stands with women, and some of them were pretty great- but my thoughts about this one are bordering on obsession.At first, I thought it was because the anonymity of the whole encounter made it feel more exciting, almost dangerous. But it wasn’t just that. It was her- everything about her. For starters, she was a total knockout; quite possibly the most beautiful woman that I’ve ever had the privilege of seeing up close. Then she had this air of confidence about her- she radiated energy and strength, seemed like the kind of girl who knows what she wants and doesn’t take any shit from anyone. And when the two of us were together… the sexual chemistry was combustible. You