“James,” Marina’s voice grated against my eardrums. “Thank goodness. Tell them to let me through.”My eyes lose focus as I stare at her and the reoccurring headache that just won’t go away intensifies.How did she know that James was here?James remains quiet behind me, almost as if he can tell I’m slowly putting the pieces together.During our phone call, he’d mentioned having a meeting with someone.“Was she with you at the office?” I turned around slowly, feeling my heart practically gallop like she was participating in a race.“She was my meeting, but I swear,” James gripped my shoulders, staring into my soul, “It’s not at all what you think. I’ll get rid of her and explain everything.”I nodded slowly, feeling numb. Every single time something like this happens, James pulls away and all the progress that we’ve made crumbles to dust.“She’s not welcome anywhere near this room,” James growls as he walks towards the nurse’s station. “Until I figure out whatever the fuck you’re up to
“Why did he want to speak with you alone?” James growled as I walked back into the room. His eyes looked crazed as he stared at me expecting an answer.“He just wanted to congratulate me on successful compressions and ask me in private if I felt like I could remain as your grandfather’s doctor considering he was my family.” My brows pinched together as I watched his shoulders relax, “What’s going on with you?”“What do you mean?” he fired back, almost too quickly. As if he were expecting the question.“You just seem really angry,” I whispered, walking towards him.“I am angry,” he ran his fingers through his hair. “Today has been a nightmare, and it shouldn’t have been. I planned my day out perfectly. First, with you in my bed. Then, getting to the bottom of whatever the hell has been wreaking havoc on my life, and then finding myself back in bed with you.”A half-hearted smile grazed his face, making him look forlorn. The way his eyes held mine made me feel as if he were apologizing
“What’s the prognosis looking like?” James’ grandfather arches a brow, glancing out to the hallway at James’ retreating back before meeting my gaze.“I don’t have all of the answers for you yet, but you’ll be going in for an echo,” I started, but he cut me off with the shake of his head.“Women, I aint talking about my health. I’m healthy as an ox,” he smirks.My lips purse as I pin him with a confused stare, “I’m not sure I understand what you mean..”“You and my boy out there,” he chuckles softly. “I had to get him out of here to talk to you.”A warm flush creeps up the length of my neck before settling on the tops of my cheekbones. “Things are going….. well.”He snorts, “Well? That’s it.”James’ grandfather has this way of making someone feel as if they’ve known you your entire life. He speaks with the warmth of a father, and despite not having much of a relationship with him; It doesn’t feel that way.“How much do you know?” I walked around to the side of his bed with the bag of f
James appeared with a cardboard tray of coffees just as his grandfather had finished telling me that I needed to be careful when it came to Onyx. But I’ve met him…. He seemed far more interested in me than anyone I’ve ever met. And he’s my mate, so he wouldn’t hurt me… right?James reached up, scratching the back of his neck nervously, “I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I guessed.” A deep sigh left his lips, “I hope you like it.”I noticed the lighter color peeking through the tiny hole in the lid and a smile graced my lips. “As long as it’s not black; I’ll be fine.”His eyes lit up as he watched me take a sip, and I felt like a teenager all over again. The thought of knowing that someone pays attention to the little things makes me feel special. “We were supposed to sit down for lunch the other day, but you stood me up,” James’ grandfather narrows his eyes, wincing as he adjusts himself on the bed. “Joan tells me you’ve been a bit busy getting into trouble.”“Let’s not do this now,”
The blush that spreads up the length of Rosalind’s neck before painting her cheeks with a rosy hue sends a flurry of emotion through my veins. Since Onyx has returned to me; Every feeling with Rosalind has been heightened. I don’t feel the need to hold myself back from her. Before, I felt as if I was teetering on the edge of who I really am. Shielding her from my true personality was like an armor that I’d built in the event that she wasn’t our true mate. ‘You are a fool for every thinking otherwise,’ Onyx snarls in my head. I didn’t disagree with him, but I still found myself trying to make sense of it all. He’d felt my bond with Marina back in Blackwood. While it was delayed, I assumed it was due to whatever had happened with Onyx before I’d turned eighteen. A shiver rolled down the length of my spine as I remember how dark those days were. I felt like a prisoner trapped in my own mind. I could see everything that was going on in my life, but Onyx was piloting my body. The pa
The door wasn’t even shut when James’ fingers laced through my hair, angling my face so that he could capture my lips in a searing kiss. With one hand on the small of my back, and the other tangled in my locks; He kicked the door shut, walking me backwards until the skin on my shoulders pressed against the cool wood. The hand that was on my back moved around to my throat, slowly creating a trail of sparks as his thumb pressed against my pulse point, “Fuck, Rosalind. Less clothing. Now.”James didn’t waste any time sliding the straps to my tank top down before ripping them clean from my body. He stepped back, eyeing me appreciatively before I watched in amazement as his nails formed into claws. He dragged the sharp point on his thumb down my lip, nicking the skin as he pulled it away from my mouth. His eyes swirled with bright green as the pad of his thumb smeared the small bead of crimson across my lips, “So fucking stunning.”Now I was most definitely rendered speechless. James’ e
His tongue feels as if it’s hitting deeper and deeper the longer he thrusts it in and out of my opening. James’ grip on my thighs will surely leave bruises, but the pleasure easily overrides the pain. “I’ve wanted to taste you all day,” Onyx’s gruff voice vibrated against my clit as he nipped the overly sensitive bud. “I could spend eternity between your legs, drinking in only you for the rest of my days.”His tongue was quickly plunging back into my opening with new force, as if he’d been starved of those few moments he’d focused on my clit. “Oh…. James…” I moaned, the sound coming deep from my chest. His movements halted entirely, and the grip he held on to my legs grew painful. I whimpered, glancing down just as his eyes widened, and he’d released my legs as if I’d burned him. “Little mate,” he whispered, gently grabbing my left leg to inspect it before moving to the right. “I didn’t mean to hurt you. Forgive me.”The emotion swimming in his bright green eyes mixed with the sof
“I…. can’t,” his head tilts to the side as if he’s in pain.A flicker of softer, deeper green flashes within his bright iris’, and I know James is fighting with Onyx for control.“Don’t hold him back,” I whisper, pleading with James, but he continues to fight for control. The fur that has sprouted from his arms begins to fade, and I feel as if I’m watching a scene from a horror movie. Something with so much CGI that I would normally laugh… but this is real life.And it’s happening to me…“I trust him,” I whisper. “I trust you.”That was all it took for James and Onyx to come to some sort of agreement when it came to the situation.James’ body quickly shifted into a large, almost black wolf. The moonlight shining through the windows highlighted the lighter, chocolate brown tips of his fur.Sitting up, I was mesmerized. Lost in the moment of a real-life movie that just so happened to be my reality.“May I?” I reached my hand out towards his thick muzzle. I wasn’t nervous, but my hand sh
Another day, another bottle. Glancing around my apartment, I internally cringe at the mess. Am I fucked up? Is that even a question anymore? I snort at my own thoughts. I’m definitely fucked up. As I go to stand, my head swims with dizziness, sending me hurdling back onto the couch where I’d fallen asleep last night. My back aches like nobody’s business considering I’m six foot four, and around two-hundred twenty pound. Couches aren’t made for men like me. I peer over the back of the couch to my kitchen. The digital numbers on the microwave sway from side to side, two of them merging into one. It’s twelve thirty. Practically another day gone. I’ve been here before. Years ago, I ended up with a short stint in rehab. I’d paid my dues, said all the things I needed to say, convinced the doctors with a good old fashion lie, and boom, I was all better they said. I’d say the jokes on them, but really, the only joke is me. Rosalind was always the star in our household. I didn’t hate
“Did she complete the task?” Marina speaks through gritted teeth as James walks me back inside the warehouse blindfolded. He didn’t bother zip tying my wrists, as I was being cooperative. “Flawlessly,” James purred, and I heard a relieved sigh fall from Marina’s lips. “What is with that necklace?” I question now that we’re no longer at the bank. Not only that, but James’ mood tanked after three separate people asked for photographs with him as we left the bank, so I didn’t bother asking on the ride home. “Nothing that concerns you,” Marina snapped, and I heard her step closer, grabbing James and planting a sloppy kiss on his lips. The act was intentional to grate on my nerves, and I wanted to claw her eyes out. I wasn’t jealous any longer, but it still stung having your failures rubbed in your face. “My father thought it concerned me,” I interrupted their make-out fest, causing James to let out a groan, “I don’t remember you talking this much.”“My talking didn’t seem to bother y
James white knuckles the steering wheel. My normally relaxed husband is glancing around every few seconds as if the boogeyman might step out of the shadows at any moment. If only he realized he just needed a mirror. “Are you paranoid?” I wring my hands in my lap. Noticing the raw skin around my wrists, I tugged the sleeves to the cardigan James gave me before we left. Couldn’t have anyone at the bank seeing the marks left behind by my dear husband. Though he told me if anyone noticed, we like it rough in the bedroom. My stomach recoiled at that thought, but I nodded in agreement. The job was simple. Go to the bank, smile, pretend that we’re a loving couple, and get the contents of the lockbox. I’d done this dance with him many times in the past, I just never imagined I’d be back here.“Why would I be paranoid?” he snapped.“You just keep looking around. Checking the rear and sideview mirrors,” I purse my lips, “I doubt anyone is looking for me.”“I’m not taking any chances.” His
“I’ve brought you clean clothes. There is a basin shower through that door.. Which stays open,” James carefully sat a pile of clothes down beside my leg, pulling a knife from the breast pocket of his suit. He looked like his normal self. His hair was messily pushed back in that effortless style he was famous for. The five-o-clock shadow that painted his jaw yesterday is gone, and he’s wearing another one of his expensive suits.“I’m going to cut you free and you’re going to walk straight into that room, clean yourself up, and then we leave. Got it,” his hardened eyes were on me, and I was taken back to a time where I’d seen this man’s true colors for the first time.“Rosa!” James’ shout echoed through the house. I was downstairs in the kitchen preparing a nutritional shake for Marina. “ROSA!” His voice was harsher as he called my name for the second time, and I grabbed the shaker, shaking it as I rushed up the steps, taking them two at a time. “Yes?” I whispered, my voice meek as I
James disappears for the evening, but not before dragging Shawn’s limp body back to the pole opposite of me, and zip tying his hands to it. Hot tears have streamed down my face, as they had for the last few hours. Or maybe it had only been minutes. Time strapped to this pole, with the only light being the flickering one in the corner, is relative. Shawn must have one hell of a concussion from the accident for the following two blows from James to have kept him out this long, and fear grips my heart. Does anyone realize we’re missing? For all they know, Shawn is taking time off, likely with my father covering for him unknowingly after what happened at the restaurant and no one would be looking for me outside of James, and he’s the reason I’m here. Maybe Chris, but he’s been in a constant state of drunk since finding out about us being werewolves, so I doubt it. If he’s called, he’s not worried yet. In the past, I’d go days without responding to anyone, and now I’m kicking myself
Rosa looks so…. Pained. Her eyes shimmer with so many emotions, I don’t know which I like best. Fear or anguish. Probably fear. The thought of her at my mercy gets me off, and if Marina weren’t watching, I might give Shawn a little show with my sweet wife. “James,” her voice softens, and I almost fall for the act. I’d actually started to fall for her, beyond the wretched mate bond. “Why are you doing this?” She sounds so small right now, but the reality is that she’s of the Red bloodline. Her namesake makes me sick, and no matter how much the bond pollutes my mind, she’ll always be the enemy. Rosa’s father took everything from me. My family. My pack. My friends. It’s all gone because he was bitter and jealous. The reality fucking hurt, but it was as if everything slowly snapped into place. Marina was right about everything. I squatted down, keeping an eye on Pierce. He might become a problem with Onyx locked away, back in a cage. He’s been fighting to come back to me, but he’s
My lips part, my eyes widening as the familiar voice steps out of the shadows. I stare into emerald, green eyes that I’ve found solace in so many times over the last few years. Eyes that have looked at me with so much emotion that I feel like I’m drowning. Eyes that have stared up at me from between my legs. Eyes that have pinned me beneath a lust filled haze. Eyes that shine with amusement now at the pain that marred my features. “Surprise, sweetheart,” James steps closer, his expensive, French loafers echoing through the room like a haunting drum.Thud. Thud. Thud. Have you ever fallen onto your back when you’re swinging so high on a swing? You make it to the top, only to have your butt lift from the seat, and you free fall to the ground. The impact steals your breath away, making your vision darken around the corners. Twenty seconds pass and you still can’t breathe. A minute and you’re finally staring up at the sky, inhaling the oxygen that you were once robbed of. That’s how
That. Bitch.I’m thankful to Shawn for the surge of confidence when it comes to cursing because I should have known.“Happy to see me?” Marina’s voice coos from across the large space.“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me….”Marina huffs out a laugh, rolling her eyes, “What happened to Mrs. Goodie Two Shoes?”Shawn’s fingers grip mine tightly, “When James finds out what you’re doing, he’s going to finally get rid of you for good.”I want to cry.Marina snorts out a laugh, “Oh, you poor, stupid boy. James isn’t coming to save you,” she shrugs, “Either of you.”Her smug attitude is grating on my nerves, and I desperately wished that I hadn’t been a coward all this time and showed her what I was capable of prior to being strapped to this damn pole.“It’s pathetic that you couldn’t face me without crashing a car into me tying me to a pole.”She walks closer, her sharp features illuminated by the flashing light in the corner. Marina was beautiful in an unconventional way. She reminded me o
My head swims with pain and confusion. I’m slumped over, I know that much, but I can’t find the strength to open my eyes or lift my head. Each time I try to circle back to how I ended up like this, it’s empty. My shoulders ache, but I can’t move my arms to relieve the pain, and my leg is damp and throbbing. “Rosa,” Shawn croaks out, and I force my eyes open, wincing when a flickering light in the far corner assaults my eyes. Forcing my head from side to side, I don’t see him, “Shawn, where….”His fingers brush against mine, and I realize in that moment that I’m tied to something. A pole most likely, given the cool metal against my wrists. “Are you okay?” his voice is gravelly, and I hear the wince he tries to hide. “My head is killing me, and I think my stitches busted. You sound like you’re in pain.”Shawn lets out a low chuckle, coughing as the noise slips from his lips, and I realize what a stupid question that was. A tear-filled smile pulls on my lips, “Okay, I get that was