"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
SHE start to cover her mouth but realize it will only make the claustrophobia worse, so I go for her sternum again. "Breathe, baby. In out. You're safe. It was a dream just a dream kitten."She lets out a tremendous whimper, and I roll her to her back to see her face in the dark. Her arms loop around my neck, and she clings to me, trembling. I rub her back."Shhh, baby you're okay. I'm not going to let anyone hurt you."As quickly as she turned to me, she pulls away, scrambling off the bed and onto her feet.I follow her up. "Kylie."She ignores me and paces back and forth, her shoulders hunched, her head bent like she's thinking hard.She's rejecting my help. Fighting her problems on her own as she has since she was just a teen. Maybe all her life. I want her to come back to me. Desperately but I dont know how to get through."You saw your dad's murder."She stops pacing, and her breath leaves her with a whoosh."In the Louvre? Where were you? In an air duct?"Her knees buckle, and
KYLIE POV:JACKSON KNEELS BETWEEN MY LEG. His body is even more incredible than I imagined- cut from solid muscle. His chest is covered in dark curls, and his cock..... sizable.He nudges my entrance with the sheathed tip of his cock and I arch, pleasure spiraling out, inner thights trembling with anticipation. He's breathing harder than normal, but he goes slow, easing into me, even though he already plowed the path open.There's no pain this time, only satisfaction. He fills me, holds still for me to adjust. I lift my hips impatiently. Not fragile, buddy. I need this, I deserve it.JACKSON groans and climbs over me, leaning his weight on his fist beside my head.He's huge, looming over me.Before I can control my reaction, I stiffen and lurch away from him, needing to see the exit.Still buried inside me, he rolls our bodies so I end up on top. I suck in a breath, my muscles relaxing.He shows me his open palms as if to prove he doesn't have a weapon, then he shoves them under his b
JACKSON'S breath rate increases, and he holds my hip, thrusting deep into my channel. I know I should stop him, tell him to get the condom, but it feels so good."Pull out before you come," I tell him.He makes a pained sound. "I'll stop now," he says, but continues plowing into me with cruel, delicious force. His grip on my hip is bruise- worthy his loins slap against my ass."Jackson's-" I gasp.He shoves me onto my belly and mounts me from behind, capturing my wrists above my head. Thankfully, the claustrophobia doesn't kick in. Maybe because the view in front of me isn't blocked. I lift my ass to hom, loving the new angle, wanting more, wanting everything.Every position, every variation, every rhythm.An eerie, animalistic growl erupts from Jackson, and I twist to look over my shoulder. And scream.I scream at the top of my lungs, and I don't stop screaming. Because Jackson is a fucking vampire. Fangs have punched out, and his eyes are ice-blue. Ice-blue.Not green at all. And t
"I'll GET SOME ICE." Jackson disappears around the corner. When he returns, he's pulled on a pair of jeans and carries a dishcloth wrapped around a cold pack. He crouches by my feet and applies the pack."I'm sorry I freaked out on you."He gives an impatient shake of his head. "No, I'm glad you did. I would've bitten you."I stare at my throbbing ankle, unable to look at Jackson. "Well, I'm flattered, I guess."He lets out a harsh laugh that doesn't sound amused at all. When he stands, he stabs his fingers through his hair like he did last night."Now, you understand. I'm dangerous to you, Kylie."I study him through narrowed eyes. "I'm not afraid of the big bad wolf."His eyes look haunted. "Learn to be listen, I need to get to the office. I have feds to deal with." He walks to an old fashioned desk and pushes the lid up. Inside, the comforting lights of a wireless router flash. He pulls out a laptop and brings it to me. "You can work from here. Or I'll go back and get the car