The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I walk to the Range Rover in the solar panel-coverd parking. I lift nose the air and snift, but all I smell is the cool spring air of the desert.The moon beckons me, makes me itchy to shift and hunt for Kylie. I reach the vehicle and stop.A dark head is visible in the passenger seat of my car. I know immediately it's her.My body surges into emergency mode, the shift upon me. I don't know what to think someone's murdered her and put her in there. Or that she's waiting to kill me. Or she's committed suicide and left her body for me to find it.I know its Kylie, and getting to her is a goddamn emergency, I rip open the door.She's not dead. She's not even hurt. And she's not holding a gun.All I find is a pale, tear-streaked face punctuated by huge, miserable eyes.Relief and fury simultaneously flood my viens. I haul her out of the car by her wrist and slam the door. I don't smell fear on her, but she's docile like she knows she deserves m
Since when?" he asks sharply, like he already knows. "Since my parents died. She's all the family I had," I modify my stomach lurching."Is she dead, kitten? Do you know it in your gut? Reach beyond the fear. Yes or No?"No.Relief slips around me like a blanket. "I don't think so," I croak. I'm fascinated by Jackson's reliance on gut instinct over logic. A man with a brain like his? if he trusts it, so do I.Jackson gives a single nod. "Then we need to crack this code and find her."I square my shoulders, the mantle of purpose returning. My brain launches into dissecting what I've seen of the malware. I pull out my computer. "Mind if I work in the car?""I'd be pissed if you didn't."We drive another ten minutes in silence with me studying the unlaunched code I copied from the thumb drive earlier. When we reach Jackson's mansion, the automatic gate swings open, and he pulls into the drive.I snap my laptop closed and shove it on my bag, looking up at the house. Jackson's black wolf
JACKSON POV :I wake up with my fangs and Kylie's scent my nostrils. No wonder I dreamed about owning her hot little body the entire two hours I slept. I must have marked her in every position in my sleep. I shouldn't feel rested, but the sexual frustration pumps me with energy. Claim.Mate.Mark.My wolf fucking loves that she's in my house.I force myself to get in the shower with the spray on ice cold so I won't go hunt her.It doesn't help I'm still ready to dominate her when I get out.Chase her up a rocky mountain, knock her to the ground, and sink my teeth so deep into flesh, she'll scream....Yeah, and that would kill her. She'd be screaming, all right, and it wouldn't be ye, Jackson.I skip the suit and tie today, opting for a button down and khakis. My employees have been up all night working, I don't need to show anyone up.Kylie's scent hits me hard the moment I walk out my room. My cock swells against the zipper of my pants. I find her in her room
I want her here every morning, making me coffee while I cook her eggs. I want to watch those gold-flecked eyes peeking over the top of her mug as she tells me something brilliant. I want to earn that easy smile by saying something humorous.Record scratch, I'm not funny guy. I never say anything humorous except I had in the Elevator. I'd made her laugh then, Around her I turn into someone else. Someone better, You're not the bad guy.I dip four pieces of cinnamon raisin bread in the egg batter and drop them onto a heated skillet doused with melted butter."I'm going to head into the office after we eat. I want hourly updates. Unless you're sleeping."I whirl around to pin her with my sternest look. "You do plan on getting some sleep?" She lifts her mug of coffee in the air. "Not for a while. Don't worry I do my best work when I'm half delirious.""Not on my watch. You need rest." She rolls her eyes, and I smack her bottom as she passes by.My cock hardens at her yelp.Sam stares out
"So there's a secrets?"Sam folds his arms across his chest and leans against the doorframe. "Everyone has secrets."I try a different tack. "I never wanted to hurt him. "I'm here to fix things, not make them worse.""You're being here definitely makes things worse."Now it's my turn to narrow my eyes. "What's your problem with me?""Look, I can tell there's something special about you. Jackson wouldn't be interested, otherwise. But he can't be with you- it's not going to work. And you bring in this house is going to be a problem for him.I turn his words over in my head, but they don't make sense. The only things I can come up with is that he and Jackson are a couple and he's warning me off."Is he gay?"Sam's brows twist in puzzlement. "No. What makes you think that?""I was just trying to figure out if you and he-" Sam laughs. "No. I told you, he's my brother."Relief floods me. Down, girl. He's still not yours."How did you meet?"Sam's face sags and, for a moment he looks thirty
KYLIE POV:I wake to the sound of Sam's motorcycle pulling away and Jackson's angry voice from the kitchen. "Who leaked it to the press? I will have their ass. Well, find out and terminate them before I get my hands on them. Understand? Good."Damn. Jackson's shit storm just got worse if on of his employees leaked the situation to the press. I wonder if that means I've been named as the perpetrator? How long before the FBI is involved? I climb off the couch. The windows are dark, which means I must've slept all afternoon. I check the time on my laptop. Seven p.m.Jackson's starts up again he must be making phone call. "Get me Sarah, in PR."I jog upstairs, determined to take shower and make myself presentable before he sees me. I fail miserably, because he walks out the living room and watches me ascend the stairs while he yells at his public relations director.I wince and give him a wave of surrender, mouthing the word shower.He nods and continues wi
"Yes, I say.He growls, low and sexy. More like an approving rumble. "I like spanking you, kitten. Love having you spread across my lap for punishment.""Who else?" I choke because for some reason, I'm jealous bitch when it comes to Jackson. He stops moving."Excuse me?""Who else have you spanked?"His low chuckle goes straight to my exogenous zones, tightening my Nipples, making my pussy squeeze. "Just you, baby. Only you."He picks up the spoon again and pops me with it.I definitely don't like it this time, since I'm already sore from the first spanking, but I'm also not willing to say it's too much.He applies another rapid- fire round, and I squirm and squeal over his lap. "Ouch, please!" I shout at the end, but he was stopping anyway. His fingers immediately slip between my legs, and I can tell I'm three times as wet as before. I guess I need a second spanking."Jesus, this cute little ass bobbing over my lap makes me want to do this all night.""Noooo," I moan, I'm definit
JACQUELINE POV:Jacqueline rolls over in the dirt and groans. She's too old for this crap. If her granddaughter wasn't in terrible danger, she would let herself die out here in the desert.It would be so easy, She suffered so many bullet wounds. Four at least. Not even a shifter should be able to survive a bullet to the head.But she's still breathing, so that must mean she survived. How long had she been out here? An entire night and day, at least. Could be more, she was in and out of consciousness.But the cat in her rallied, pushing the bullets out of her flesh, closing the wounds. There's one still stuck in her head, though. And she's lost a lot of blood.She just wants to sleep. But Minette her petite fille is in danger. The men who kidnapped her have plans for Minette. She has to get help. If only she could shift.Usually, if a shifter is badly wounded while in human form, their body will naturally shift to beast for protection and healing. Why she still