“Hey!” I shout. He’s holding me too tightly for me to back out without hurting myself. It’s not that I’m against what he’s doing exactly. It’s nothing that we haven’t done before. But it’s one thing to lick each other when we are behind closed doors or alone, and totally another to do it here, out
Wyatt gives me no time to prepare, no time to react. He simply appears from behind a tree and then, with a bolt of lightning illuminating him, he dashes forward to attack. “Shit!” I shout and dodge out of the way just in time. He meant to tackle me. He was going straight for the ribs. I am holding
“You are no longer our Beta,” Archer growls, and then punches Wyatt so hard he flies backwards into a tree. The tree shatters on impact, wooden splinters shoot off in every direction. The leaves come fluttering down. Archer’s chest is heaving. Gods, how fast must he have run to get here. He clearl
Wyatt, on his knees, with Archer and Beau holding him both constrained and upright, looks like a sad, broken man. Neil has his gun on him, sights trained right on Wyatt’s forehead. By now, he’s asked his brothers what he should do. He’s likely made up his mind whether to shoot or not. But he sti
“If you hurt Chloe, she won’t be around to save you,” Neil continues. “No one will stop me.” I look at Neil, suddenly seeing him in a terrifying new light. I know the Hayes brothers are strong, and they can flex that power in all sorts of ways. I’ve seen it myself. Sometimes their earlier cruelty
Archer does end up carrying Neil, fireman style, back toward the car. I get into the backseat first, and then Archer slides Neil in beside me, carefully. I cradle Neil’s head in my lap. Archer then goes to the driver’s seat. Beau gets in on the passenger side. “Should we take him to the hospital
His hand goes slack in mine. He’s finally unconscious again. When we arrive at the Pyramid, Neil is immediately taken to his room. The doctor and nurses are already there, and begin an examination at once. Archer, Beau, and I wait in the hallway, just outside the room. Steven quickly joins us. “
Archer’s gaze is heavy on my skin. I can feel it caress me as surely as if he was touching me with his hands. It trails down the column of my throat, stopping at the curve of my bare tits. I make no move to cover myself. I want him to see. After being so close to death, maybe I want to feel alive