I began to lower before him. Dragging my hands down his chest and belly to push them under the cloth and feel the thin layer of skin over sinewed muscle. The tightening of his abdomen as I touched so close to his root. I looked up at him as I slowly parted my lips just below the head of his partially swollen rod. I slid my lips from the tip. Opening them around the knob and taking excruciating time to lower him into my mouth while I kept my palms flat over his hip and stomach. Stroking him with only my mouth as I took him in fully. Still looking at him as I tightened my lips and suctioned around him as I drew off his length. Making him immediately tense and grow firmer. I did it again, letting it pop from between my lips before starting again. Then I began to do it faster. He moaned deep in his throat. His head falling forward to watch me work. He reached to scoop my hair from my face. Holding it back along my temples, just above my ears on both sides. Giving

“Supposedly my father was a descendant of the First Wolf, one of the sons of one of his son’s, sons.” Vanquish whistled. Frowning in confusion he asked. “Do you think the rumors are true, that Fury is him?” “That’s what they say.” I murmured. Shrugging. I tried to remember if I’d ever seen him or if father had ever mentioned him. But just thinking about it was making my head ache and my vision begin to blur enough that I could tell it was warning me that there would be another series of tremors, if I kept pushing at the barrier of my brain. “But you’ve met the man, what do you think?” “I think Fury unsettles me and he certainly feels different to be around.” I admitted. Remembering how I always felt the need to skitter from his path. As though he’s more animal than the rest. *** “Do you know about his sons?” Vanquish said. “The others?” “Others?” What others? I had no idea what he was

“Damn you all to hell.” I was swearing at the three of them as they milled leisurely about the house. Readying for bed. I rattled the chair so hard it was nearly bouncing across the floor. As I strained against the ropes around my wrists, shoulders, waists, knees and ankles. Vanquish had said he’d tie me up but somewhere in the back of my mind, I’d thought he was bluffing. Why the hell did I think that. Well, it was painfully apparent to me now, that he was not. It had taken all three of them to hold me into it and wrap the ropes they’d stolen from the camp down the hill, around me. “Oh, you won’t fight but you’ll sure as shit steal from them, huh?” I gritted my teeth. Letting my one free hand, turn to claws as I swiped and caught Hunter’s elbow. He yelped and lunged back from reach. Giving me a betrayed look. Like I’d just stomped on a puppy. *** Still, they’d managed to get me bound t

I cried out at the sting of the wound. Clutching my shoulder and feeling the indentation of his teeth still embedded in my skin. I felt the hot flood of blood seeping over my hand and saturating my clothes. Instantly dizzying me as I remembered the sticky feel and coppery scent of it on that floor so many years ago. Shoving that image from my mind, I refused to succumb to the tremors just now. I focused on trying to get free of the brutal jaws. This was no marking. It was an attack. He shook his head roughly to sink his teeth in further. Than he ripped out a chunk of flesh. I yipped in pain and pressed my palm against it to try and stem the bleeding. Standing on my toes to keep my scalp from being torn free. Hawk and Magus stared at me in horror. They’d stopped moving and now gripped their daggers loosely next to their legs as they assessed what they were doing. Then I saw Magus gaze flick to something at the edge of ca

He stalked across the camp and caught my arm. Pulling me from the doorway. The two females behind me emerged on weak legs. Shielding their faces from the light. One tripped but when she would’ve fell, Jonathan took two quick steps and caught her. Steadying her gently against the wall. Don’t touch her! I wanted to scream. Feeling increasingly protective under the mating moon. But one look at him and I realized he wasn’t even seeing a she-wolf. In his mind, he’s helping rescue his sister. I felt myself soften immediately. Refocusing my attention on the angry man pulling me, like a pup on a leash. “Vanquish. Vanquish!” I tugged him to a stop. He rounded on me. His face flushed in anger and his chest heaving. “What the hell are you thinking?” “I’m thinking that I’m the best distraction out here, right now.” “Is there no thought for your own safety?” “There is.” “It certainly