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48. Uncertain Days
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Slave to the Wolf King 49. Agenda
~ JESSE ~I don’t know what I expected from Cazz when he next showed up, but it wasn’t that he would storm into my room in a rage.“What the fuck are you doing baring yourself to the fucking cleric!?”He’d surprised me, throwing the door open and stalking in. I jumped and whirled, hand to my chest. It took a moment to realize there was no threat, he was just standing in front of me, snarling.I took a deep breath. “It’s great to see you too, Cazz.”He growled and pursed his lips, but he folded his arms and lifted his chin.I swallowed hard. “Thank you. You don’t need to loom to get me to answer a question, you know. We’re mates. And claimed. Apparently that’s… that’s important,” I said carefully, because that yawning chasm in my chest now inhabited every inch where he used to be. And I wasn’t sure if he’d actually removed that bond, or was just so shut down that I couldn’t feel it.His eyes narrowed. “What happens between us is between us. Even I don’t speak of it. Why would you share
Slave to the Wolf King 50. Claim This
~ JESSE ~“You cornered me. You forced my hand. We would not be here today, except for you and your… agenda,” he snarled.“Agenda? Cazz, I didn’t even know what the claiming was!”“So you say…”“Seriously? That’s what you’re telling yourself? That I’ve got some kind of master plan?”“There are countless females who would give their lives to be claimed by me,” he snarled.“Good for you.”“I’m not going to indulge you if you’re just going to be sarcastic.”“Indulge? Cazz, you haven’t indulged me for a second since we met.”His jaw flexed. “I made no claims on you, I made no promises beyond our agreement. Yet you weep your way through the Palace this morning, crying on the shoulder of my cleric and revealing intimate details—”“Your cleric is the only person who gave enough of a shit to come for me because he was worried—which is more than you did!”“I sent you clothing and food, which is exactly what you needed!”“Are you fucking kidding me?” I gasped, pushing to my feet. Because he was
Slave to the Wolf King 51. Don't Take My Soul
~ CASIMIR ~“Cazz… you’re safe with me.”A ball of feeling detonated in my gut, an eruption of need and heat that roared through me in a flood, coursing through my veins until my entire body trembled. And as that flash-flood reached my extremities, as the first surge of tide eased and the waters settled, the fading of power revealed something fragile in its wake.A string, a thread tying me to her. So tenuous, so delicate. It glowed and sizzled, turning water to steam. And yet, one wrong move and it would snap.But it pulled me in, twisted me up in her, tied me to her… undeniable.When I took her mouth it was so electric, I twitched, gasping. My body quaked, unable to contain the rush.“God, Jesse.”She felt it too—that was the thing about that little thread. It was delicate, but it conducted—taking the explosion in me and feeding it to her, coursing in her veins, crackling where I touched, then rushing back to me expanded with her need to tumble me, head over heels until I could bare
Slave to the Wolf King 52. Torture Me
~ CASIMIR ~The sheer joy of watching her slowly fall apart was a drug. The control it took not to plunge all the way into her, to roar my own need and pump into her, was stunning. And addictive.But she was clenching, sweating, whimpering, getting so close to climax. She was gasping for it, her eyes hooded, pupils dilated, but locked on me.She couldn’t get her tongue around words anymore, only guttural cries and calls. And that was how I wanted her, I realized: Surrendered, begging, wordless, and waiting… on me.My chest heaved with my own panting. She was, without doubt, the hottest thing I’d ever seen. But I was back in control, thrilled and turned on, and ready to break her in half when it was my turn, but first…First she had to come—whether she wanted to or not.Well, fuck. Who was I kidding?Of course she wanted to.So, I would dance that line until she had to… or she might die.*****~ JESSE ~Torture. Cazz was torturing me.When he’d first kissed me, everything in me swelled
Slave to the Wolf King 53. How I Learned to Hate Myself
~ JESSE ~The couple weeks after the claiming were some of the most confusing and unsteady of my life.In the days immediately following that harrowing night, I was dragged to several meetings in which my duties as Queen and the ways I would need to be trained were discussed.Time and again, with different audiences each time, my education, intelligence, and physical strength—or lack thereof—were discussed in perfunctory tones and analyzed with a ruthless eye. Cazz would list my deficiencies in a way that, had they been spoken with any tone at all, would have felt like he had nothing but contempt for me. Yet, he seemed… unconcerned. Listing off my failings like they were merely points on a board to be identified and then crossed off.To hear him speak about it, these were simply the challenges of mating a human—I would be educated. I would be trained. And my physical weakness would be protected for me.He didn’t curl up his lip in a sneer when he mentioned the fact that I hadn’t gone
Slave to the Wolf King 54. The Indifferent Bastard
~ JESSE ~I tipped my head, considering telling him to go fuck himself since I hadn’t seen him all day. But in the end I was curious about why he was here. And if he was asking me to get up, maybe we were going to go do something?So, hating myself a little bit for not challenging him, I stood up and put my book down on the table next to my chair, then turned to face him with my arms folded.“Now what?”His lips curled up on one side like I had pleased him. “Now take off your clothes, please.”My breath got faster. I tried to keep my face firm and unaffected, but by this time, the bastard knew that all he had to do was stare at me with those ice-cold eyes and I was already shivering. So, knowing that he could hear me, I muttered to myself about what a pain it was to submit to a narcissist as I started taking off my clothes.I considered turning it into a tease, but I’d never stripped for a man before. And knowing me I’d end up tripping over my skirts and falling at his feet, or someth
Slave to the Wolf King 55. Come Together
~ JESSE ~No matter how I tried, I couldn’t figure out where I stood with Cazz.I had grown up on alert. I knew a man’s anger, and a man’s control. I understood intimidation and manipulation. But this wild swinging between sweet thoughtfulness, undeniable passion, and intense indifference… It had my head spinning. And my heart aching. Every day I rode a roller coaster of signals that had me convinced he was in love with me one minute, and loathed me the next. And no way to tell which was right.Because they couldn’t both be true.Could they?The final blow came the next morning when I realized Cazz had been right and my cycle had started.I definitely wasn’t pregnant. And even though that was something of a relief, it was also a blow. Because if I had been, then at least maybe he would have just left me and my shredded, baffled heart alone. And we could have got on with the healing. But instead… instead I had to wait and see what was going to happen tomorrow. And the next day. And eve
Slave to the Wolf King 56. No Prey
~ JESSE ~I jerked back from where I had just softly placed my hand on his shoulder, feeling for him because it was clear that he was stressed about whatever this issue was with the Alphas and packs. But he acted as if I’d poked him with a needle.“Sorry, I just—”“Rake, would you mind? I think the Queen needs her freedom this morning.”Rake pushed to his feet immediately, nodding, not meeting my eyes.I took a step back from Rake, saturated in embarrassment. He was asking Rake to walk me like I was a pesky pet?“I’m… I’m sorry,” I breathed, swallowing back the pinch of tears.
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