Mia's POV The ride home from the hospital was silent between us. With our hands intertwined, I let myself finally relax in his presence. We didn't speak about the kisses that happened in the hospital or what they may mean for the future of us. We just let the moment between us be just that, a moment. Not until we got back to the pack house did things become awkward between us once again. Acting on instinct, I open my car door and step out. Before I can take my second step, Thomas is at my side trying to scoop me into his arms. "I can walk," I fuss as I try to wiggle my way out of his arms. "If I have my way your feet will never touch the ground ever again," Thomas mutters as he tightens his arms around me and refuses to put me down. "Really," I continue to wiggle. "I think Donovan has finally given up sleeping with other women a rest. The pain has subsided." "I would still feel more comfortable if I helped you in," Thomas says with a little bit of a pout on his lips. My
Mia's POV Pressing my hands against Thomas's chest I have every intention of pushing him away. But the feeling of his muscles under my fingertips only makes me want to be closer to him. Running my hands up his chest, I wrap my arms around his neck and intertwine my fingers behind his neck. I press my body against his own but I don't feel like I am close enough to him. I want my skin pressed against him. Unwrapping his hands from around my waist, Thomas reaches up and grabs my wrists, pulling me away from his neck. "Didn't you hear what I said?" He asks me with his eyebrows furrowed together. "I think you are in heat." Thomas takes a step away from me only for me to take a step toward him, closing the distance between us. "I don't think I am in heat," I say in a sultry way. "I think I just finally know what I want." The look on Thomas's face is desperate. It is clear that he doesn't want to take advantage of my situation. But, I finally know what I want and that is Thomas. Eve
Mia's POV As I watch Thomas through my eyelashes with his cock deep in my throat, I see him gripping the sides of the couch. His claws have extended slightly and he is about to rip the couches to pieces. His eyes are closed tightly as he tries to maintain some sort of control over the situation, but I can see that he is beginning to unravel each time I bob my mouth up and down on his cock. The sound of fabric ripping lets me know that he has torn the couch. His cock has become more rigid and I know that he is about to come. Grabbing the base of his cock with my hands, I squeeze before popping the head of his cock out of my mouth. Thomas looks down at me with his eyes wide and his mouth slightly open. I know he is asking himself why I stopped. Sliding my body up his, I make sure to stroke his massive cock between my breasts. Thomas's head rolls back against the back of the couch as he groans my name. "What's wrong?" I ask him with an innocent look on my face. "What do you want
Mia's POV "Come for me," Thomas says in a low growl before his tongue explores the curves and folds of my slit. His words act like the catalyst that I need and all of the pressure that has built up within my core explodes all at once. Thomas moans deeply up against my pussy and he wraps his arms around my thighs. He fucks me with his tongue until I am a quivering mess on the bed. Running his tongue from the bottom of my slit to the top one last time, Thomas looks up at me and smirks. "You seem winded," he says while he wipes my juices from his mouth and chin with a swipe of his hand. "Don't tell me that you are spent already." I look at Thomas who is now standing between my legs stroking his massive cock with his hand. As I watch him pleasuring himself I imagine that it is my hand that is stroking his hard dick and I am instantly ready for another round. Not saying a word, I flip over onto my belly and wiggle my but in Thomas's face. "You are playing a dangerous game," Thom
Cora's POV Trigger Warning: It contains a scene that may be hard for some to read. Skipping from one rundown hotel to the next, I have lost track of how many days we have been on the run. I know that we have been gone for too long because I can feel the tether that ties me to the Moonshadow pack growing weaker. I can feel myself losing control and I know that I won't be able to survive as a rogue. Dylan tries to keep me happy but I can tell that he is struggling as well. Every little disagreement turns into a full-blown argument. We are at each other's throats more than not. Even though he doesn't say so, I know that he blames me for having to go on the run. If only I had been stronger like Mia. If only I could have stood up to my mother none of this would have happened. What Dylan doesn't understand is that I wasn't raised to be strong like Mia was. I didn't have to fight for every little thing. It was all just given to me on a silver platter. Now, I look around the grimy ho
Dylan's POV As soon as I pull away from the rundown hotel I knew that it was a mistake. Cora hasn't been herself since we left the Red Moon Pack. It is almost as if the bond between us is weakening. I want nothing more than to stay on the run to protect her from the fate that awaits her back at both the Red Moon and Moonshadow Packs. On the other hand, she is determined to run right back into the danger that is waiting for her. My wolf is angrily pacing in my mind, demanding that I return to the hotel to make sure that Cora is okay. Growling loudly, I flip a U-turn in the middle of the road. Cars dodge out of the way and lay on their horns as they try not to hit me. I am only a few minutes from the hotel but it feels like an eternity. I have a feeling that something terrible has happened to Cora. Reaching out through the mate bond, I try to get her attention but she doesn't answer. She has put up a barrier so I cannot contact her. She has never blocked me out before. Pressing
Thomas's POV Mia's heat lasted for a week. Her fever finally broke last night. She was insatiable during the week. At one point she was waking me all hours of the night for sex. Between spending days in the dungeon interrogating Alpha Richard and spending my evenings and nights with Mia I haven't gotten nearly enough sleep. I am settling in for a much-needed night of sleep when the phone begins to buzz on my nightstand. Mia groans loudly and pulls the blankets over her head, she is just as tired as I am. Grabbing a handful of her breast, I lean over her body to grab my phone. Mia squeals loudly and smacks my hand away. "Haven't you had enough?" She laughs. "Never," I whisper next to her ear before I look at the screen on my phone. A number that I do not recognize pops up and a low growl escapes from my chest. "What is it?" "It is me, Dylan. And I need a favor," Dylan's voice hesitates on the other end of the call. "Cora is in danger." Mia pops up in bed when she h
Mia's POV Nerves bubble in my stomach as we approach the pack house of the Paxton Pack. I know that Thomas and the Luna of this pack have a history together, I am just not sure how deep it goes. Thomas pulls our car alongside the pack house like has been here many times before. Glancing at him out of the corner of my eyes I see that he has a death grip on the steering wheel. His knuckles are white as he twists the leather of the wheel in his hands. Finally, he turns to me and tilts my head so I am staring into his eyes. "Nothing happened between Emma Paxton and me," he tells me. "I thought I was in love with her but now that I know you, I know that it was nothing more than infatuation." I look at him stunned. "Are you saying that you love me?" "I thought that how I feel about you would be obvious by now," Thomas says cryptically before he gets out of the car. Scrambling to get out of the car, I rush as quickly as my little legs will take me until I have caught up with Tho