A less secure male would have never allowed another man to get so close to his junk. Trent was anything but. And while he had no interest in Darren per se, he couldn't deny enjoying the hot breath tickling the base of his shaft as his best friend teased their mate. Hands firmly gripped on her waist, Trent didn't move much, just pressed her down on his cock, letting her quivering muscles grip him sweetly while she cried out. Lips pressed to her neck, Trent watched as Darren lapped at her clit, his hands keeping her thighs spread wide as he licked. Thea's body tightened around him, her sex coiling itself, on the pinnacle of pleasure. Fuck, he loved how responsive she was. Loved everything about her from her bravery, despite what she'd been through, to her shyness when uncertain. He loved how joy lit her expression when she saw him and the way she teased him with words. I love her. He whispered this admission into her ear as he pushed her down hard on his cock. She shatt
Jaxon eyed Marc as he paced the room. The man he'd gotten to know over the past week seemed different. Edgier. Angry. And Jaxon bet he could spell the reason: Thea. His redheaded friend was jealous, and while Jaxon could sympathize-after all, Bailey never even claimed him until they were prisoners-he also knew it was a woman's choice. And women didn't like it when men got whiny or pissy about their affection. "Wearing a hole in the carpet won't make you feel better," Jaxon announced. "Who says I'm feeling bad?" An arch of a brow was Jaxon's only reply. A heavy sigh left Marc. "I don't know what the problem is. I thought I was fine with her taking her time. Getting to know me first before claiming me." "But?" "But how the hell is that supposed to happen if she's fucking Darren and Trent at every turn." "If she's meant to be your mate, then she'll choose you." "What the fuck is that supposed to mean? Are you trying to say I'm not?"
With nowhere safe to send Thea, they were forced to keep her with them as they waited for Roderick to show, an option Trent did not like at all. Jaxon claimed the monster approached, his strange bond to the creature an odd way of tracking for a wolf used to relying on his senses. As her mates, it proved natural for Trent and Darren to take up permanent residence with Thea in one motel room, ensuring one always remained with her as they took turns on guard duty. While Marc never came out and asked or said anything about the arrangement, Trent could see him watching. He also noted his discontent but did nothing about it. With them all caught in such tight quarters, Trent thought it more prudent to say nothing, unsure of how Marc would react if told Thea showed no interest in taking him on as a mate. Besides, perhaps it was the stress of the situation or the newness of her status making her say that. Perhaps once they returned home, the spark she felt before would return. If n
Thea paced, anxiety making her unable to sit still while Marc lounged in a chair watching her. His silent brooding made her uneasy, but with more things to worry about than his annoyance over not being allowed to go with the guys, she ignored it. It still pissed her off that Trent and Darren had left her behind with him as a babysitter. Didn't they know she wanted to help? That she wouldn't prove a liability? She'd finally admitted to Trent her immunity to the beast, the fact she'd also drank of his blood. His reply, "Don't care. You're staying here where I know you're safe." Didn't he know caveman declarations had gone out of style thousands of years ago? Although she did have to admit she found it kind of sexy. Not that she told him aloud. She didn't want him to think he could just go around giving orders-outside of the bedroom at any rate. As a matter of fact, she planned on defying his decree and would have followed, but he'd left her a guard in the form of Marc, who st
Trent loped on two legs along with the others, the clear scent of wolves, tinged with the unnaturalness he'd come to recognize, reaching his nose. The battle of good wolf against evil loomed, and he looked forward to putting the days of inaction and waiting behind him. Through his link to Thea, he felt her anxiety but no fear, and he wondered if they'd misread Marc's actions and words. Or Roderick's interest in Thea. Surely if Roderick intended to make his move, he wouldn't have his wolves coming to meet them so far from the motel still. Perhaps we misjudged Nathan's appeal to the creature after all. Movement in the trees had him tightening his grip on the gun he held. He'd opted to remain human in the coming fight, the long knife tucked through his belt, one of many scattered among their ranks in the hope one of them would get a chance to take out the vampire. But while he chose to remain on two legs, most of his companions were prepared to meet the enemy in their stronges
Facing his nemesis after all this time was almost euphoric, even if the bullet in the creature's head pissed it off instead of incapacitating it. "Hey, blood breath, would it have killed you to shower before coming out to play?" Jaxon taunted. He wanted the vampire to focus on him, giving Trent time to scoop up Thea and put her somewhere safe. Although true safety wouldn't happen until Roderick died. "You!" Roderick spat the word, and Jaxon grinned. "Yes, me. What's wrong, Roddy baby, don't know how to fight without the mind games? Let me remind you." The satisfying crunch of his fist meeting the monster's face was one he'd treasure for as long as he lived, which, judging by the vampire's fury, would probably be seconds. The fact that the creature laughed even though Jaxon had crushed his nose really wasn't a good sign. "I don't need to control your mind to take you down. I. Am. Stronger!" Roderick dove on him, pummeling him with his fists. Jaxon did his
Thea clung to Trent, shaking still in fear. She'd thought herself frightened when Marc attacked her, forcing her to shoot him so she could get away. But that paled in comparison to the icy terror that gripped her when she saw Trent facing off against the monster. Without hesitation, she came out of hiding to shoot the vampire. Truth told, she enjoyed it, a payback for everything the bastard had done to her. Her spurt of courage almost cost life. But thankfully, the good guys had prevailed, even if they were large and hairy and sported big teeth. She never did get to see Roderick's final moments because Trent refused to let her go. And when Darren joined them, hugging her from behind, the tears finally came. We survived. Against the odds and hope, they'd won against the vampire. Defeated the bastard who'd hurt her and destroyed her life. The monster who inadvertently helped me find true love and happiness. "Thea," Trent murmured her name. "What the fuck were you thinki
"How long are you going to watch it burn?" Dana asked. The sun, now high in the sky, had turned the smoldering ruin of his father's corpse into ash, and still Nathan stared, unable to shake the fear that the monster would somehow return. Worried that his family was still in danger. "Will it ever be truly over?" he asked. According to the vampire he'd spoken to, it took only a few hours of daylight to kill a vampire permanently. It had been over eight. Roderick was finally gone. He knew this, and yet he still couldn't move. "Roderick's dead." "But the wolves he abused are still alive. What am I going to do with them? They're no longer under the influence of a vampire, but the things they've done . . ." A sigh left her. "I don't know what to tell you. You can't kill them all. Some, like Jaxon, redeemed themselves or never sank to the depraved heights some embraced. You'll have to judge them, case by case." "And so the nightmare continues." "But