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Dillon’s POV This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. I glanced at Zoe who sat stiff-backed in the passenger seat next to me. She was putting on a brave face but deep down, I knew this was costing her. I could only hope the Alphas silenced Blair before she had a chance to spew more venom Zoe’s way. I understood the morbid need she felt to be there when I met Blair. If it were her running off to confront an ex, no power on earth could stop me from going with her, ready to step in and take him down at the slightest provocation. I sure as fuck wouldn’t let him touch her. “You’ll need to go in first and I’ll sneak in a few minutes later.” Zoe’s matter-of fact comment pulled me from my thoughts. “What?” I asked, trying to catch up. “Well, we can’t exactly walk in together. She’ll know something is up if we do. And I’d rather the Alphas not see me since I haven’t told Zayne about us yet. But you better do your best to keep your distance because I can’t be held responsible for my act
Zoe’s POV In the end, the Alphas swooping in to arrest Blair wasn’t very exciting. It was all a bit anticlimactic if I was being honest. But the relief I felt at knowing it was over was almost palpable. Dillon had strode into the bar like he owned the place, all confidence and charisma. He greeted Blair with a kiss on both cheeks which pissed me the fuck off. But I understood his need to maintain the faςade and it seemed to work. Blair was reduced to gag-worthy blushes and girlish giggles. Dillon played his role well, peppering Blair with a stream of small talk, none of which I could hear but when she tossed her head back with a saucy laugh and reached for Dillon’s hand, I could fill in the gaps easily enough. I wanted to march over and rip that hand away, set the bitch straight that Dillon was mine. But I reminded myself that allowing her a sense of control was all part of the distraction and it would be over soon. Then Dillon and I could finally move on with our lives. Blair h
Dillon’s POV Zoe’s left the cells with hurried footsteps. I rushed to keep pace with her but neither of us spoke, both seeming to sense the fragility of the emotions hanging in the air between us. Hearing the pain in my mate’s voice as she described the devastating consequences seeing that video had caused, I felt as though my heart was bleeding out. The guilt poked at me like the jagged edge of a knife slicing me in two. And like an illustration of Zoe’s words, nothing would ever make it right again. A wide range of emotions seeped through the bond from Zoe’s end. But most prominently, I relief emanated from her. Relief that the ordeal was over. Relief that our bond had survived. And relief that she’d been able to face her enemy without breaking. “I’m so fuckin’ proud of you.” I said, grabbing her by the wrist and stopping her egress. “Your strength, your pure heart, fuck, I don’t deserve you!” Zoe turned to face me, cupping my face in her hands. Her eyes sparkled with some unr
Zoe’s POV It was amazing what a difference a few days could make. My life had changed so much, almost overnight, that it was almost surreal. Blair had been transferred to the council prison to serve out her sentence and with her absence came a sense of relief. Dillon and I had accepted each other, and though the time hadn’t been right to tell my brother or our friends yet, we were enjoying our time together. Actually, “enjoying” probably wasn’t a strong enough word. Elation. Bliss. Ecstasy. Those were more accurate descriptors. We couldn’t keep our hands off each other. If Webster had an entry for “thirst trap,” Dillon’s picture would be all the definition required. All of me ached to be wrapped up in him and I knew he felt the same. Even when he fucked me hard and fast, the look in his eyes, the one that said he might die if he couldn’t keep touching me, said everything I needed to know. It wasn’t all just about the sex though. It was like we were starting fresh, giving eac
Dillon’s POV Fuck! Shit! Damn! And back to Fuck!! My mind raced a hundred miles an hour as a string of curses played in my head. Only my girl could go into heat in the middle of a Goddess damn battlefield and I had no idea where to take her where she’d be safe. “Think, Dillon! Fucking think!” I mumbled to myself. “Where the fuck can we go?” “Dillon, please! Oh fuck!” Zoe doubled over, clutching her stomach as another jolt of pain overtook her. It was just another reminder of the unsatisfied heat quickly overtaking her. She was my mate and it was my job to ease her pain, to see her through this. But first I needed to make her safe. Her sweet honeysuckle and rose scent was growing more intense by the second, blooming into a whole fucking garden of mouthwatering fragrance, and we were in the midst of hundreds of unmated wolves. As if the very thought conjured his presence, a possessive growl tore through the air as a sleek gray and white wolf slinked toward us. My answering grow
Zoe’s POV “Dillon! I need you to fuck me! Now!” I whined shamelessly. “You know what it does to me when you beg, baby doll.” He smirked down at me. He may have been smiling playfully but the set of his jaw told me he would not be giving in no matter how much I pleaded with him. It had been three days and my heat had ebbed but still hadn’t died out. The poor man had to be exhausted but every time my need flared, he was ready with some new kinky idea he wanted us to try. Nothing like a she-wolf’s heat to lower, if not completely eradicate her inhibitions. If I were anywhere near my right mind, I might let things like jealousy and insecurity mar all the fabulous sex we’d had together the last three days, but I wasn’t. Fortunately, I had just enough rationality left to see that what Dillon had done in the past and who he’d done it with had no place between us. We were making our own memories and the deeply intimate things we’d shared were only strengthening our bond. Intimate and e
Dillon’s POV I was dragging as I walked to the Alpha’s office for the meeting I’d just been summoned to. Every muscle in my body was sore, aching from the extreme workout that was Zoe’s heat. She’d been insatiable and I wasn’t even a little ashamed to admit she’d pushed me to the limits of my endurance. I would never tell my best friends, but I’d secretly pitied them for having to share their mate. Under normal circumstances, I couldn't stand the thought of another man putting his hands on my baby doll. But as I’d come to learn, heats weren’t normal. The last four days had come really close to changing my perspective on the multiple mates issue. There was definitely a time or two when it might have been nice to tag someone else in and take a breather. But the truth was, I wouldn't change a second of it. As I neared the office, I wondered if Zayne had been invited to the meeting too. My guess was he would be there. I’d just have to hope the long, scalding hot shower I’d taken wo
Zoe’s POV Dillon’s body pinned mine to the bed, our tongues still tangling together while his hands roamed my curves. His fiery touch was like a brand on my skin, marking me as his. My heart fluttered when I realized that’s exactly what I was, his. I felt his weight lift off me and opened my eyes to see him tugging his shirt over his head. I licked my lips as I watched him strip out of his pants then slowly peel down his boxers, revealing every thick inch of his raging erection. “Your turn.” He said huskily, coming to hover over me again. “I want to feel all your soft skin against mine.” I reached for the hem of my sweater but Dillon batted my hands away, replacing them with his own. He slid his hands along my torso, his thumbs running over my nipples where they strained against my lace bra as he lifted my shirt. Then he turned his attention to my jeans, popping the button with one hand and working them over my hips. “Dillon.” His name came out breathy, a plea, a claim, an offeri