Liam Clementine’s mark was almost completely gone. I’d noticed the bruise and my teeth marks had faded when I picked her up for our date. My scent was still infused with hers, but it wasn’t nearly as strong. I felt Lucian growl any time a male wolf looked in her direction, including the waiter who seated us at the barbecue restaurant in Kempthorne. She never paid attention to anyone else as she animatedly told me about her brother and dad working on a dirt bike and how he finally managed to get the engine going, only for it to sputter out and die again. As time passed, Lucian paced my mind, and my eyes kept drifting the length of her neck to the soft part where my mark once shone proudly. I shifted uncomfortably in my seat as the waiter delivered our beers, and Clem flashed him a shy-but-sexy smile. He returned it, but once he caught my eye, he instantly submitted and scampered away. He wasn’t a member of my pack, but he wasn’t stupid enough to agitate me either. Even in a place lik
Clementine The night of the full moon was approaching, and I was feeling the overwhelming pull of the wolf instincts I’d been told about. I understood why wolves started to go a little crazy leading up to the full moon. Circe was jittery as the moon phase closed in, and she wasn’t helping my nerves. Over the last few days, she had been snarky and grumpy, slamming a wall between us every time she had a temper tantrum. Liam was trying his hardest to fight his marking instinct out of respect for me, catching himself a few times before his teeth grazed my neck again when we’d get hot and heavy. He told me he understood and would wait for me to be ready, but the closer we got to the full moon, the more difficult his instincts became to fight. So, between Lucian and Circe, I had two grumpy wolves on my hands. When Circe’s wall was down, and she saw Liam’s anguish, she would try to reason with me. When that didn’t work, she would snarl, and suddenly I was overcome with a wolf instinct I h
Liam I skidded into a small clearing created by fallen trees just as the full moon reached its peak and felt the instant gravitational pull coming from behind me. I twisted around, knowing that my mate was nearby. My heart thundered in my chest. There were a lot of she-wolves running around the forest, but I knew none of them was my mate as I had run with them all before. Only two new twenty-year-old she-wolves were in this forest, but I already knew which one it would be. My heart told me what I had known for weeks but refused to admit in the event I was wrong. Lucian pushed us forward, sniffing the amplified sweet scent of honeysuckle and pear that almost made me fall with the pure weight of the emotions I felt. Her glossy black fur glowed as she stepped out of the brush. At first, I thought it reflected the moonlight, but then I realized it was coming from her. The magnetic force was pulling me forward, and I felt electric tingles erupt over my fur. Lucian gazed adoringly at her;
Clementine When we woke in the morning, I had mind-linked my brother and father, asking them to come to the pack house. I was surprised to discover I was able to open a link to both, like a three-way phone call. Their pattern scents had merged into one, and the connection bridge was wider than usual. “Most wolves can mind-link up to ten people at once. The stronger your wolf, the more minds you can access in a single attempt,” Liam explained, trailing gentle kisses down my neck and over my bare shoulder as he ran his hands over the material of my summer dress. “I don’t think I like you in clothes,” he added, his playfulness tickling down our bond. “Well, tough! I’m not parading around your house naked in front of your parents.” He grinned wickedly before he pulled me toward the alpha’s office. It was larger than I thought it would be. A massive mahogany desk was situated toward the end of the room. One entire wall contained bookshelves; there was a black leather couch, and a coupl
Liam Brady had left for Kempthorne with his family in tow shortly after I took Clementine away from Lupus’. And I’d taken Clementine, repeatedly, in my bedroom. Her responsive little mewls drove me to the breaking point again and again. The mate bond zinged between us and made each orgasm more intense than the last. She seemed to be thirstier for our physical attraction than usual. She was more insatiable, responsive, and feral in her desire. Her wolf claimed me through the throes of passion, and my gums itched to mark her. But this was precisely how it had happened the first time; I’d felt threatened by another wolf, then reacted without thinking of the repercussions, or what Clementine wanted. Her eyes sparkled with lust and desire every time she looked at me, and the mate bond was as solid as ever. Instead of officially marking her, I left small purple hickey’s all over her delicious cleavage, a mark representing every time I had made her come. A different kind of mark to tell th
Clementine I stretched as I rolled out of Liam’s bed, my legs felt like Jell-O, and my body ached from being pleasured repeatedly. I smiled as I looked in the mirror and saw my flushed face, messy hair, and bright turquoise eyes flickering with amber. My wolf was preening and looked positively smitten with what we had spent the last several hours doing. We hardly got any sleep, but it was more than worth it. I ran my fingers through my hair to try and untangle some of the knots and instantly knew it was a losing battle. I walked into Liam’s ensuite and climbed into his shower, aiming the shower head lower and giggling softly at our height difference as I turned the tap handle to scolding hot. I groaned as the hot water hit my body’s sore spots. I looked at the small purple marks over my breasts and smiled. He loved marking my skin, and I realized I liked it too. I liked the raw passion, feeling wanted, feeling safe and protected. I stopped examining the bruises and looked back at Ci
Liam She slowly pulled off me and gave me a sultry smile. I put my fingers up and gently ran them over the proudly glowing mark on my neck. It tingled to the touch, but there was no pain. Her saliva had sealed the venom inside. The bruise and teeth marks would last a few days before my werewolf healing would eventually kick in. And then she’ll just have to mark me again, and again, until the next full moon. The idea excited me, and her turquoise eyes flashed at me knowingly. The scent between us was deep and infused, and I couldn’t be happier. I gently grabbed her by the back of her head and pulled her toward my face, kissing her deeply. Mine. Her instincts were finally beginning to be more werewolf than human. Even though I wanted to keep Clem’s passionate nature all to myself and away from prying eyes, her provocative instincts made me feel insurmountable pride. She was so fucking perfect. The bush had been full of werewolves. She knew that, but she didn’t care. She had one thin
Clementine Circe grumbled as I tried to cover my mark with my hair. She found it incredibly insulting that I would do such a thing. I tried to tell her that I found it unprofessional to attend work with a hickey, and she just scoffed. “That’s human thinking, Clementine. Did you see Ryan hiding Stacey’s mark? Do you see anyone else hiding their mate’s mark?” “At least the mate mark is subtle. This is a gigantic purple bruise.” “The mating mark starts as a purple bruise too.” She rolled her eyes. “I thought you were excited about his mark. Do I need to remind you how turned on you got thinking about it? Or how turned on you were when he was physically marking you? You wanted this.” “I did.” “Then why are you so anxious about showing the world you got what you wanted.” “If Nola sees it–” “That bitch is beneath us.” Circe rolled her eyes. “She’s going to smell it anyway. So, you may as well hold your head high and show it off. Don’t let her or your anxiety win. Show her that even